Eli scraped dried cement from beneath his fingernails with a pocketknife. He worked construction downtown, and the grit never seemed to leave him, even after scrubbing. His forearms bore old scars from rebar accidents, thick and white against tanned skin. Across the cramped locker room, he shrugged off his stained work shirt, the fabric stiff with sweat.
The communal showers were already steaming when Eli walked in, naked. Five other men stood beneath the spray — all regulars from the free weights area, muscles pumped from heavy squats and deadlifts. Water sluiced over thick shoulders and ridged backs.
Marco, a firefighter with ink spiraling down his spine, laughed loudly at something Vince, a competitive powerlifter, muttered while soaping his chest. Vince’s cock, half-hard and thick, bounced slightly as he chuckled. Marco nudged him with a wet elbow. "Looks like someone enjoyed leg day too much, big guy." Vince just grinned, unashamed, letting the water run down his abdomen.
Steam thickened the air as Eli stepped under a free showerhead. The heat loosened his tight shoulders instantly. Beside him, Rick, a quiet rugby player, was slicking shampoo through his buzzcut. When Rick turned to rinse, Eli caught the unmistakable swell of Rick’s erection—full and heavy against his thigh.
Rick met Eli’s gaze briefly, a flush creeping up his neck. Across the aisle, Darren whistled low, nodding toward Rick. "That makes two of us," he called out, palming his own thickening length openly. The scent of cheap soap mixed with damp skin and the musk of exertion.
Vince chuckled, stepping sideways to let Marco rinse off beside him. His hand drifted casually to Rick’s waist, fingers tracing the ridge of a hip bone. "Hell, why stop at two?" Marco’s tattooed forearm slid around Vince’s shoulders, pulling him closer as water sheeted down their chests. Vince groaned softly when Marco’s other hand grazed the swell of his cockhead—already glistening and ruddy.
Eli watched Darren cradle himself, thick fingers working slowly from root to tip. The sight sent a jolt straight to Eli’s groin. His own cock stirred, lifting from his thigh as steam curled between them.
Rick’s breath hitched when Darren reached over, calloused palm brushing Rick’s erection. "Easy there," Darren murmured, thumb circling the crown. Rick leaned into the touch, hips pushing forward involuntarily.
Vince’s groan deepened as Marco’s grip tightened, fingers wrapping around his shaft. Steam clung to their skin as Marco pumped him slowly, water dripping from their joined bodies onto the wet tile floor. Vince bucked into Marco’s fist, his head thrown back against the spray. "Fuck, your hands —" he gasped, voice thick.
Beside them, Darren’s teasing thumb drew a shudder from Rick, who gripped the slick shower wall for balance. Rick’s knuckles whitened as Darren sank to his knees, tongue tracing the flushed head of Rick’s erection before swallowing him whole. The wet slide echoed in the humid air, Rick’s choked moan mingling with the drumming water.
Eli watched, transfixed, his own cock fully hard now, aching. The scent of sex bloomed, salt and musk cutting through soap as Darren sucked harder, Rick’s thigh muscles trembling under his palms.
Across the spray, Marco dropped gracefully to his knees, his mouth hot on Vince’s cock. Vince gasped, fingers tangling in Marco’s wet hair, hips jerking as Marco swallowed him deep. Steam curled around Vince’s thrusts, his breath ragged. "God, yes — just like that," Vince groaned, water streaming down his straining back.
Darren’s rhythm intensified, Rick’s hips stuttering against his throat. Rick’s fingers clawed at the tiles, a low whine escaping him as Darren dragged his tongue firmly along the underside.
Eli watched Darren’s thick shoulders flex with each bob of his head, the slick sounds blending with Rick’s choked gasps and the drumming water. Eli’s hand drifted to his own cock, fingers wrapping around the heated steel of it.
Vince bucked into Marco’s mouth, eyes locked on Eli across the aisle. "Get over here," Vince growled, voice rough with need. When Eli hesitated, Vince reached out, water-slick fingers curling around Eli’s wrist and tugging him into the spray.
Steam kissed Eli’s skin as Vince pressed their bodies together — chest to chest, hips grinding. Eli groaned at the friction, his cock sliding against Vince’s thigh. Marco’s mouth left Vince’s shaft for a moment, his tongue tracing a wet path up Eli’s inner thigh until he found Eli’s aching head. Eli jerked, his breath catching as Marco’s lips closed over him.
Across from them, Rick cried out sharply. Darren had him pinned to the tiled wall, Rick’s thick thighs hooked over Darren’s shoulders as Darren drove into him. The slap of wet skin echoed in the humid air, Rick’s fingers scrabbling at Darren’s slick shoulders. "Harder —" Rick choked out, his spine arching as Darren thrust deeper.
Vince’s fingers tightened in Eli’s hair, pulling him down beside Marco. Eli’s knees hit the wet tile as Marco’s mouth slid off Vince’s cock. Steam coiled around them as Marco gripped Eli’s jaw, guiding him toward Vince’s swollen purple head. The salty taste flooded Eli’s mouth as he took Vince in, thick and pulsing against his tongue. Above him, Vince groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Jesus, Eli, suck me dry," he rasped, one hand fisted in Eli’s hair while the other pressed Marco’s head back onto Eli’s own straining erection.
Rick’s cries sharpened, echoing off the tiles. Darren had him pinned high against the wall, thighs spread wide as Darren hammered into him. Each thrust drove Rick’s shoulder blades into the tile, his cock bouncing untouched and leaking. Darren’s breath came in ragged bursts against Rick’s neck, sweat mixing with the spray as Rick clawed at Darren’s back. "Fill me — god, Darren, now!" Rick begged, his voice cracking as Darren slammed deeper.
Eli’s jaw stretched wider around Vince’s girth. He hollowed his cheeks, tongue swirling beneath the swollen ridge where precum pooled. Vince’s taste — salt and iron — flooded Eli’s senses. Above him, Vince’s hips snapped forward, forcing Eli to swallow his thrusts. Marco’s mouth worked Eli’s cock with insistent rhythm, fingers massaging Eli’s balls as steam slicked their skin. Eli moaned around Vince’s shaft, the vibration drawing a guttural curse from Vince.
Darren’s grunts sharpened. He’d hooked Rick’s legs higher, driving deeper with each plunge. Rick’s head thrashed against the tile, muscles corded as Darren’s pelvis slapped against his ass. "Full — so full," Rick gasped, his cock bouncing untouched and flushed crimson. The sharp slap of sweat-slicked skin echoed as Darren pistoned into him, fingers digging bruises into Rick’s hips.
Vince’s fingers tightened in Eli’s hair, thrusting faster into Eli’s throat. Eli gagged, tears mixing with spray as Vince’s cockhead hit the back of his palate. Marco’s mouth released Eli’s shaft — a wet pop — only to lick a stripe up Eli’s perineum. Eli shuddered violently, his own hips bucking into Marco’s slick palm. "Close," Marco murmured against Eli’s thigh, fingers circling Eli’s rim with teasing pressure.
Darren’s rhythm turned desperate, his balls slapping against Rick’s ass as Rick arched like a drawn bowstring. Rick’s scream tore through the steam — hoarse, broken — as Darren drove deep and held. Rick’s cock pulsed ropes of sperm across his own heaving chest, the white streaks washing away instantly under the spray. Darren grunted against Rick’s shoulder, hips jerking erratically as he spilled his seed inside him.
Eli’s throat burned around Vince’s relentless thrusts, the thick shaft battering his gag reflex. Marco’s tongue dragged wet circles around Eli’s hole now, blunt pressure easing inside — slow, deliberate. Eli shuddered, moaning around Vince’s cock as Marco’s fingers joined his tongue, stretching Eli open while water sluiced down his spine. Vince’s hand tightened in Eli’s hair, dragging him impossibly deeper. "Take it," Vince snarled, hips snapping forward. Eli’s eyes watered, his own neglected cock twitching against Marco’s stubbled cheek.
Rick slumped against the tiles, Darren’s softening cock slipping from him as ropes of semen dripped down his thighs. They breathed heavily, steam clinging to their flushed skin. Rick’s gaze drifted to Eli, still pinned between Vince’s hips and Marco’s mouth, and a slow, exhausted smirk curled his lips.
Darren followed Rick’s stare and chuckled, gripping Rick’s hip possessively. "Not done yet?" he called out, his voice hoarse. Eli could only groan in answer, Vince’s rhythm unrelenting.
Rick pushed away from the wall, his spent body moving with surprising grace. He knelt beside Marco, water beading on his shoulders as he leaned in. His tongue traced the underside of Eli’s aching shaft — hot and wet against sensitive skin — before swallowing him whole.
Eli cried out, Vince’s cock muffling the sound as Rick’s throat tightened around him. The dual sensation ripped through Eli: Vince’s thick length pistoning his mouth, Rick’s suction pulling him toward the edge.
Darren watched, his calloused hand sliding down Rick’s spine to grip his hipbone. Steam blurred the edges of Rick’s flexing shoulder blades as he bobbed eagerly, droplets clinging to Eli’s pubic hair. Rick hummed low, the vibration radiating up Eli’s shaft—a counterpoint to Vince’s ragged groans. Eli’s balls drew tight, heat coiling in his gut as Rick’s tongue swirled beneath his crown.
Vince’s thrusts turned erratic, his thighs trembling against Eli’s temples. "Gonna —" Vince choked out, fingers knotted in Eli’s hair. Marco’s chuckle vibrated against Eli’s perineum, his tongue pressing deeper inside Eli just as Vince’s cock swelled impossibly thicker. Hot blasts of sperm flooded Eli’s throat — salty, bitter — and he swallowed convulsively, throat working around each pulse. Vince shuddered, his release easing into shallow twitches as Eli milked him with his tongue.
Rick moaned around Eli’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks until Eli’s vision blurred. Darren’s grip tightened on Rick’s hip, knuckles white as he watched Rick suck with voracious hunger. Steam condensed on Eli’s lashes as pleasure surged — Rick’s suction, Marco’s tongue fucking him open, Vince’s softening cock still resting heavy on his tongue.
Eli’s balls tightened against Marco’s palm, heat coiling low and urgent. "Rick —" Eli gasped, pulling off Vince’s cock just as Rick dragged his lips up Eli’s length with torturous slowness.
Darren gripped Rick’s hip tighter, pressing him forward. "Swallow him," Darren ordered, voice rough. Rick obeyed instantly, engulfing Eli again — deep, wet suction pulling Eli’s spine taut. Marco’s tongue pressed deeper inside Eli, circling rhythmically, fingers stretching him open beneath the pounding water.
Eli bucked wildly, the dual assault shattering his control. With a choked cry, he came hard into Rick’s throat, pulse after pulse of sperm flooding Rick’s mouth as Rick swallowed greedily, eyes locked on Eli’s.
Darren chuckled, water dripping from his jaw as he watched Rick’s throat work. Marco pulled back slowly, his tongue sliding wetly from Eli’s hole just as Eli slumped forward onto trembling elbows. The tile was slick beneath his palms, steam thick enough to taste.
Rick released Eli’s softening cock with a wet pop, lips swollen. He swallowed once more, Adam’s apple bobbing. "Damn, Eli," he rasped, pressing a kiss to Eli’s hipbone. Darren’s hand slid possessively along Rick’s spine, fingers tracing the knobs of vertebrae. Eli gasped, aftershocks still rippling through him as Vince leaned heavily against the wall, chest heaving.
Marco stood slowly, water cascading down his tattooed shoulders. He gripped Eli’s jaw, tilting his face up. Marco’s thumb brushed Eli’s swollen lower lip, slick with Vince’s release. "You taste like him," Marco murmured, voice rough as gravel. Before Eli could respond, Marco kissed him — deep, claiming — tongue sweeping through Eli’s mouth to taste Vince lingering there. Eli groaned, the raw musk of Marco’s skin flooding his senses as calloused hands pinned his wrists against the tile.
Rick’s chuckle vibrated against Eli’s thigh where he still knelt. "Greedy fucker," Rick teased Marco, but Marco merely growled into Eli’s mouth, biting his lip hard enough to sting. Eli’s hips jerked forward reflexively, his spent cock twitching against Rick’s lips.
Darren grinned. "Your turn, Eli?" Darren’s voice cut through the steam, rough and playful. Before Eli could process the words, Rick’s strong hands gripped his waist, flipping him effortlessly onto his back on the wet tile. The cold shock of porcelain against his heated skin made Eli gasp — a sound swallowed by Marco’s renewed kiss as he straddled Eli’s chest.
Rick knelt between Eli’s spread thighs, fingers slicking soap down Eli’s inner legs. Eli shuddered at the sudden vulnerability, Marco’s tongue still claiming his mouth while Vince’s spent cock lay heavy against his temple. Rick’s calloused palms slid upward, thumbs pressing Eli’s thighs wider.
"Relax," Rick murmured, breath hot against Eli’s hipbone. Eli tensed instinctively — but Rick’s lips brushed his entrance, tongue tracing the fluttering rim. The sensation ripped a groan from Eli’s throat.
Marco braced tattooed forearms on either side of Eli’s head, hips pinning Eli’s chest beneath him. Marco’s cock — still thick and flushed — slapped damply onto Eli’s collarbone. "Open," Marco commanded, thumb hooking Eli’s lower lip. Eli obeyed, moaning wetly as Marco fed him his length. The taste of Marco's musk mingled with Vince's lingering bitterness on Eli’s tongue.
Rick’s tongue pressed deeper, circling Eli’s entrance with relentless focus. Steam condensed on the small of Eli’s back as Rick worked him open, each wet lap drawing tremors up Eli’s spine. Eli arched off the tile, gasping around Marco’s cock. Rick’s fingers joined his tongue, one thick digit sinking knuckle-deep. Eli choked back a cry, the stretch burning deliciously. Darren knelt beside Rick, murmuring praise as he palmed Rick’s ass.
Above Eli, Marco thrust deeper into his throat, hips grinding against Eli’s jawline. Eli’s vision blurred with tears and spray, nostrils flaring at Marco’s musk — pine resin and iron-rich sweat. Across the aisle, Vince watched lazily, stroking his own thickening cock. Eli moaned around Marco’s shaft, the vibration earning him a sharp thrust that scraped his palate.
Rick’s tongue probed deeper, relentlessly circling Eli’s clenched rim. Water pooled in the hollow of Eli’s hipbones as Rick added a second finger, knuckles pressing past resistance. Eli shuddered violently, the stretch sharp and insistent. Darren murmured encouragement, fingers tangled in Rick’s wet hair. "Get him ready for me," Darren growled, his own erection bobbing against Rick’s shoulder.
Marco’s hips pinned Eli to the slick tile as his thick cock battered his throat. Eli gagged, saliva dripping down his chin, nostrils flooded with the bitter tang of Marco’s sweat. Vince chuckled nearby, lazily pumping his shaft as he watched Eli struggle. "Take it deep, builder man," Vince taunted, fingers tracing Eli’s trembling flank. Eli’s hips bucked helplessly — Rick’s fingers crooked inside him, hitting a spot that sent white heat lancing through his spine.
Rick’s tongue replaced his fingers, lapping hungrily at Eli’s loosened rim. Steam rose in thick curls as Rick pressed deeper, nose buried against Eli’s perineum. Eli cried out around Marco’s girth — a muffled, broken sound — as Rick’s tongue speared inside, hot and insistent. Darren’s calloused hand gripped Rick’s nape, forcing him harder against Eli’s ass.
"Keep him open," Darren ordered, his own cock dripping onto the wet tile beside Eli’s thigh. Eli felt the smear of precum against his skin, another layer of slickness amid the spray.
Marco’s hips pistoned relentlessly, his balls slapping Eli’s chin with each thrust. Eli gagged, throat convulsing around Marco’s thickness, tears mingling with shower spray as Marco growled, "Swallow it all, fuckhole." Eli’s hips jerked upward, seeking friction, but Rick pinned him down, tongue still working him open. Vince stepped closer, his shadow falling over Eli’s splayed body. Eli’s eyes rolled back as Vince’s foot nudged his trembling thigh apart wider — a silent claim.
Rick pulled back, lips slick and swollen. "He’s ready," he rasped, fingers spreading Eli’s glistening rim. Darren’s calloused hand clamped Eli’s hipbone, blunt fingers digging into muscle as he knelt behind Rick. Steam clung to Darren’s heaving chest as he lined his thick, flushed cockhead against Eli’s entrance. Eli tensed, a sharp inhale cut short by Marco’s cock stuffing his mouth as Darren pushed forward. The stretch burned, deep and insistent, making Eli arch off the tiles. Darren paused, grinding the crown against Eli’s prostate, drawing a muffled scream.
"Easy," Darren growled, leaning over Rick’s shoulder. His fingers tightened on Eli’s hip as he sank deeper, inch by aching inch. Eli writhed, pinned between Marco’s relentless thrusts and Darren’s slow invasion. Every slide of Darren’s cock dragged fire through Eli’s nerves, his own neglected shaft twitching against Rick’s cheek. Above him, Marco snarled approval, hips snapping harder against Eli’s jawline.
The steam thickened as Darren bottomed out, balls flush against Eli’s ass. Darren groaned, a gravelly rumble Eli felt vibrating through his own spine. "Tight — fuck, Eli," Darren choked out, hips jerking shallowly. Rick traced the straining seam where Darren disappeared inside Eli, fingers slick with condensation. Eli’s sob caught around Marco’s shaft — half-strangled, desperate.
Darren withdrew slowly, the drag agonizing, then slammed home. Eli’s body jolted against the tile, the slap of Darren’s hips echoing off the walls. Marco’s thrusts grew erratic above him, cockhead battering Eli’s throat with each plunge. Eli gagged, tears blurring Vince’s smirk as he watched, idly fondling his own erection. Water sluiced down Eli’s temples, mixing with spit and sweat.
Rick’s tongue traced the seam where Darren buried himself, lapping at Eli’s stretched rim. "Look at him take it," Rick breathed, pressing a filthy kiss to Darren’s knuckles where they gripped Eli’s hipbone. Darren groaned, hips snapping faster — deep, brutal strokes that forced Eli’s spine to arch. The slap of flesh against flesh drowned out the shower’s drumming, Eli’s choked cries swallowed by Marco’s thick cock.
Vince knelt beside Rick, fingers threading through Eli’s dripping pubic hair. "Forget something?" Vince taunted, thumb brushing Eli’s neglected cock — hard and purple-tipped against the tile. Eli bucked violently, muscles straining against Darren’s iron hold. Vince chuckled, wrapping his scarred knuckles around Eli’s shaft. "Keep fucking him, Darren. Make him feel it." Vince’s fist pumped in time with Darren’s thrusts, each stroke dragging a muffled sob from Eli’s throat.
Marco’s balls tightened against Eli’s jaw as his thrusts turned jagged, hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Eli’s gag reflex ignited, saliva slicking Marco’s cock as Marco roared, "Take it!" Hot cum flooded Eli’s throat, thick and brine-sharp. Eli swallowed convulsively, nostrils flaring against Marco’s musk-drenched skin. Above him, Marco shuddered, hips grinding Eli’s lips raw as his release pulsed down Eli’s gullet.
Darren’s rhythm never faltered, his thick cock pistoning deeper into Eli’s clenching heat. Each thrust drove Eli’s shoulder blades into the frigid tile, the burn of friction eclipsing all else. Vince’s fist tightened around Eli’s neglected shaft, thumb smearing precum across the swollen head. "Feel that?" Vince rasped, fingers digging bruises into Eli’s thigh. Eli’s hips bucked helplessly — Vince’s grip cruel and perfect — just as Darren hammered against his prostate.
The world dissolved into blinding heat: Darren’s sweat-drenched chest pressing over Eli’s back, the slap of wet skin echoing like gunshots, Vince’s calloused palm wrenching pleasure from Eli’s cock. Eli screamed against Marco’s softening length — a raw, ragged sound swallowed by steam. Rick traced Eli’s trembling lips, smearing Darren’s precum across Eli’s cheekbone. "So fucking pretty wrecked," Rick murmured, thumb pressing into Eli’s slack mouth.
Darren’s thrusts turned punishing, hips jackhammering into Eli’s ass. Eli felt each savage plunge reverberate through his bones, his prostate screaming under the brutal assault. The tile scraped Eli’s spine raw as Darren hauled him higher, only to slam him down onto each devastating thrust. Eli’s vision fragmented: Vince’s knuckles tightening around his shaft, Marco’s cum cooling on his tongue, Rick’s hot breath against his ear.
Vince’s fist worked Eli’s cock with merciless rhythm, thumb grinding the leaking slit. "Gonna make you spill," Vince snarled, water sluicing down his corded forearm as he twisted his grip. Eli writhed, pinned between Darren’s pistoning hips and Vince’s punishing strokes. Steam choked Eli’s lungs, every gasp tasting of sex and chlorine as Darren roared above him, balls slapping Eli’s ass cheeks wetly.
"Hold him," Darren ordered, fingers digging bruises into Eli’s hips. Rick braced Eli’s shoulders against the tile, Marco’s spent cock still resting heavy on Eli’s cheekbone. Darren buried himself to the hilt, grinding against Eli’s prostate until Eli screamed against Rick’s palm. The agony-edged pleasure ripped through Eli—Darren’s thickness splitting him open, Vince’s calloused fist milking him raw.
"Feel it?" Darren snarled, hips snapping forward, forcing Eli’s spine into an impossible arch. Water sluiced down Eli’s trembling belly, pooling where Vince’s thumb circled his cockhead.
Eli choked on a sob — strangled, desperate — as Darren’s thrusts turned brutal. The wet slap of Darren’s balls against Eli’s ass reverberated through the steam, mingling with Rick’s filthy whispers: "Take it, Eli. Take that cock."
Vince’s fist twisted, knuckles digging into Eli’s shaft. "Come on, builder man," Vince growled, his free hand pinning Eli’s hip to the tile. "Spill." Eli’s muscles corded, thighs shaking violently. Darren’s cock dragged fire through Eli’s nerves, each grind against his prostate stealing breath. Eli thrashed, but Rick’s palms clamped his shoulders down, Marco’s spent cock heavy against his cheek. Saliva dripped from Eli’s slack jaw, mixing with Vince’s precum smeared across his pelvis.
The slap of Darren’s hips intensified — wet, urgent — driving Eli higher. Eli’s balls tightened against Vince’s wrist. Steam thickened in his lungs, chlorine and musk choking him. Darren roared above him, hips hammering Eli’s ass.
"Take it all!" Darren snarled, fingers bruising Eli’s pelvis. Eli arched, his spine screaming as Darren slammed deep and held. Hot pulses of Darren's sperm flooded Eli’s insides, scalding his walls. Eli gasped, shuddering violently as Darren’s cock twitched inside him.
Vince’s fist tightened impossibly on Eli’s shaft. "Now," Vince commanded, thumb grinding Eli’s weeping slit. Eli bucked wildly, a choked scream tearing from his throat as his own climax ripped through him. Thick ropes of sperm splattered Vince’s knuckles and Eli’s heaving stomach, white streaks mingling with water and sweat.
Eli convulsed, hips jerking uncontrollably against Vince’s relentless grip even as Darren emptied himself inside him. Rick’s laughter rasped in Eli’s ear, breath hot against his temple.
Darren pulled out slowly, his softening cock slick with Eli’s release. Eli gasped, the sudden emptiness a shock to his abused senses. Vince released Eli’s spent shaft — a wet pop in the steam — before rising stiffly. Eli collapsed onto the slick tile, water drumming against his trembling thighs. Darren’s cum seeped down his inner leg, warm and viscous.
Rick knelt beside him, fingers tracing Eli’s hipbone where Darren’s grip had left red marks. "You okay, builder boy?" Rick’s voice was raspy but soft. Eli nodded weakly, lifting a shaking hand to wipe steam and tears from his eyes. Darren chuckled, hauling Eli upright against the tiles.
Eli’s knees buckled, but Darren’s arm looped firmly around his waist. "Easy," Darren murmured, water sluicing down both their chests. Marco slapped Vince’s shoulder hard enough to echo — a wordless affirmation — as Vince leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Steam coiled around them like a shared secret. Rick knelt, rinsing soap from Eli’s trembling thigh, his touch lingering. "That was something," Rick said quietly, meeting Eli’s dazed gaze. Eli nodded, a shaky laugh escaping him. Vince’s hand settled on Eli’s shoulder — calloused, possessive — as Darren kept Eli upright against the tiles. The water’s heat seeped into Eli’s bones, washing away tension but leaving behind something new: a raw, unspoken connection thrumming louder than any post-workout fatigue.
Marco wiped sweat from Vince’s brow with a rough palm, an unexpected tenderness in the gesture. Vince leaned into it, eyes closed. "Been needing that," Vince murmured, almost too low to hear over the spray.
Darren chuckled, his arm tightening around Eli’s waist. "Who hasn’t?" Darren’s gaze swept the room: Rick’s steadying hand on Eli, Marco’s thumb tracing Vince’s jawline. No teasing now. Just heavy breaths and the shared weight of release hanging thick in the humid air. Eli felt Darren’s heartbeat against his back, a solid rhythm syncing with his own.
Vince pushed away from the wall, water sluicing down his corded chest. He stepped close to Eli, his calloused palm resting on Eli’s nape — a rough anchor. "Didn’t think you could take it like that," Vince murmured, eyes locked on Eli’s flushed face. "Not bad for a builder man." The words held no mockery, only a raw appreciation that made Eli’s breath hitch. Darren’s grip shifted, pulling Eli tighter against him, Vince’s hand sliding to Eli’s shoulder. Eli’s trembling eased.
Marco’s laugh rumbled — low, warm — as he nudged Vince’s hip. "Thought you’d be the one wrecked," Marco teased, fingers brushing Vince’s damp hair.
Vince shrugged, grin lazy. "Surprises." He didn’t pull his hand from Eli’s shoulder.
Steam thickened, wrapping them in a humid embrace. Eli leaned into Darren’s solid chest, exhaustion softening his muscles. Rick’s fingers traced the faint bruises on Eli’s hip — Darren’s claiming grip — then slid higher to rest possessively against Eli’s ribs. Marco’s knuckles brushed Vince’s jawline, a silent question. Vince nodded once, closing his eyes as Marco’s thumb wiped spray from his temple.
Eli watched Darren’s reflection ripple in a chrome rail — the man’s gaze lingered on Rick’s hand as it mapped Eli’s flank, then lifted to meet Eli’s eyes in the fogged glass. Approval glinted there. Rick’s chuckle vibrated against Eli’s skin. "Still breathing?"
"Yeah," Eli rasped, throat raw. Vince squeezed Eli’s shoulder, heat radiating through the contact. Darren reached past Eli to clasp Vince’s forearm — a rough grip Vince returned, knuckles whitening. Something wordless passed between them: respect, shared exertion, lust cooled to embers but not extinguished.
Rick pressed closer, warm water sluicing over Eli’s back. "Shower’s drying us out," Rick joked, his hand smoothing down Eli’s flank to settle possessively on his hipbone, mirroring Darren’s grip. Eli felt pinned between them, Darren’s solid bulk at his back, Rick’s lean strength anchoring his front.
Steam curled thickly as Rick reached for Darren, soap slicking his palm before scrubbing Darren’s chest — an intimate choreography perfected by sweat and exhaustion. Darren’s groan rumbled against Eli’s spine.
"Good?" Rick murmured, fingers lingering on Darren’s nipple.
Darren just grunted, leaning into Rick’s touch, eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. Eli felt the rumble against his back, Darren’s arm still locked around his waist like a possessive band. Vince hadn’t moved his hand from Eli’s shoulder either, his thumb tracing idle circles through the water streaming down Eli’s skin.
Marco’s chuckle was low as he nudged Vince again, softer this time, and Vince finally opened his eyes, meeting Marco’s gaze with a nod Eli couldn’t decipher. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was thick with shared exertion, their breaths evening out as steam wrapped them.
Rick’s fingers slid beneath Eli’s belly button, palm pressing Eli flush against Darren’s hip. He reached for the soap dispenser blindly, squirting a slick trail down Darren’s thigh. Eli felt Darren tense — a brief, reflexive clench — before relaxing under Rick’s ministrations. Rick’s hand slid back, scrubbing Eli’s flank, then Darren’s. Vince mirrored the motion, soap skimming Marco’s ribs.
Eli watched Vince’s knuckles brush Marco’s nipple — a fleeting gesture, intimate and unspoken — before Marco caught Vince’s wrist. Vince didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his palm up, letting soap spill into Marco’s calloused hand. Marco nodded once, lathering Eli’s chest with rough tenderness.
Eli leaned back against Darren, exhaustion softening his spine. Darren’s arm tightened — not restraint, but steadiness. Rick rinsed Eli’s shoulder blades, his fingers tracing the water’s path. "Still with us?" Rick murmured against Eli’s ear. Eli nodded, throat raw. Vince’s hand rested warm on Eli’s hipbone where Rick’s had been moments before, thumb smoothing the skin.
Vince chuckled. "Thought you’d tap out."
Eli swallowed. "Almost did."
Darren’s chest vibrated with a low laugh against Eli’s back. "Bullshit. You took it like a fucking champ."
Marco’s soapy hand slid across Eli’s belly, joining Vince’s grip on his hip — a convergence of rough palms anchoring Eli between them. Rick’s fingers traced the bloom of bruises Darren had left on Eli’s flank. "Looks like you’ll be feeling this tomorrow," Rick murmured, pressing lightly. The ache was deep, a satisfying echo Eli didn’t protest.
Darren chuckled, breath hot against Eli’s nape. "Wear ’em proud." His arm, still locked around Eli’s waist, shifted, pulling Eli tighter against his chest as Rick leaned in to rinse Eli’s collarbone. Steam thickened the air, carrying the mingled scents of salt, sex, and cheap gym soap. Vince’s thumb brushed Eli’s throat, where Marco’s cock had left raw friction.
"Next time?" Vince asked, voice rough. He met Eli’s gaze — no tease, just intensity simmering beneath exhaustion. Eli swallowed, nodding.
Darren’s answering rumble vibrated through Eli’s back. "Count on it," Darren said. Rick grinned, shifting his grip to Eli’s forearm — a silent claim.
Water sluiced down Vince’s scarred knuckles as he clasped Marco’s shoulder. "You sticking around?" Vince asked, the rasp in his voice softer now. Marco nodded, leaning into Vince’s touch — no words needed. Eli watched steam curl around their locked gazes. Something deeper than sweat and exertion settled between them all: a silent understanding forged by shared surrender.
Rick slid Darren’s soap-slick palm away from Eli’s hip, only to replace it with his own, fingers weaving through Eli’s. "You’re shaking," Rick murmured, pressing Eli’s knuckles to his wet lips. Eli hadn’t noticed until then, the tremor in his limbs subsiding under Rick’s warmth. Darren’s arm tightened around Eli’s waist as Vince reached to scrub Eli’s back. The callouses on Vince’s palms scraped gently over Eli’s spine, erasing tension like chalk dust.
Marco chuckled, nudging Vince aside to rinse suds from Eli’s shoulder. "Move over, Vince. Let the man breathe." But Vince stayed, his thumb tracing the raw spot on Eli’s throat where Marco’s thrusts had left friction burns. Eli leaned into Darren’s chest, exhaustion softening his muscles as the water sluiced away sweat and salt.
Rick squeezed Eli’s hip, fingers lingering over Darren’s fading grip marks. "You did good," he murmured, low enough that only Eli heard. Darren’s arm tightened — not possessive, exactly, but solid, anchoring — as Rick slid soap down Eli’s flank again.
Vince’s chuckle rumbled against Eli’s back. "Better than good. Builder man’s got stamina." The nickname had lost its bite, sounding almost fond.
Darren’s fingers traced Eli’s hipbone possessively. "Stamina?" He snorted. "This guy's a fucking plow horse." He paused, voice dropping. "Could use him every damn day." Eli froze; those weren’t words tossed carelessly in steam. Eli felt Darren’s heartbeat thud against his spine: steady, certain.
Vince chuckled darkly, thumb pressing Eli’s bruised shoulder. "Starting tomorrow?" His gaze flicked to Darren, then Eli — a challenge accepted without words.
Marco’s smirk widened. He hooked an arm around Vince’s neck, pulling him close. "Told you he’d fit."
Vince leaned in, forehead resting against Marco’s, breath mingling. "Yeah. He fits."
The words settled into Eli’s bones, warmer than the water beating down. He tilted his head back against Darren’s shoulder, throat exposed, letting Rick wash the lingering traces of Marco from his lips. The soap stung faintly — a testament to friction, a reminder of possession. Rick’s thumb lingered on Eli’s jawline, tracing the shape of it like terrain he now knew by touch. Beside them, Vince clasped Marco’s nape, knuckles white for a heartbeat before loosening into something softer, more permanent. Steam wrapped them all, thick with unspoken promises.
Darren shifted, turning Eli gently toward Rick without loosening his hold entirely. "Shower’s biting," Darren muttered, nodding toward Rick’s lean torso. Rick arched an eyebrow — a silent question — before stepping close, pressing his dripping chest flush against Eli’s. Eli gasped at the sudden warmth, skin sliding against skin.
Darren’s hand slid firmly onto Rick’s hip, anchoring the three of them together. Rick’s chuckle vibrated through Eli’s sternum. "Cold?" Rick teased, his fingers skimming Eli’s flank — over Darren’s fading bruises, past Vince’s lingering grip marks — methodically rinsing soap away. Eli shook his head, breath catching. It wasn’t cold. It was consolidation.
The showers rattled suddenly — a metallic groan echoing through the tiled chamber — as the water pressure plummeted to a thin drizzle. Steam thinned instantly, revealing Vince’s smirk as he shook wet hair from his eyes. "Perfect timing," he rasped, clapping Marco’s shoulder. Marco grunted, reaching past him to twist the nearest knob uselessly. Only a hollow drip answered.
Darren’s grip on Eli’s hip loosened, but didn’t vanish. His palm lingered, thumb tracing the imprint left by his own fingers. "We’re done here anyway," Darren murmured, voice rough against Eli’s ear. Rick slid away reluctantly, fingers trailing Eli’s spine one last time as he reached for a towel. The air chilled rapidly, raising gooseflesh on Eli’s flushed skin.
Vince snorted, twisting the dead knob savagely. "Fucking plumbing," he spat, droplets still clinging to his shoulders where steam no longer warmed them.
Marco just grinned, sluicing water from his beard with both hands. "Better this than management walking in," he rumbled. Silence fell — heavy, not with discomfort, but with exhaustion settling into bones. Eli pushed himself off the tiles, legs trembling only slightly now. Darren steadied him automatically, hand firm beneath Eli’s elbow.
Steam retreated entirely, leaving the air sharp and chilly against wet skin. The abrupt quiet amplified every sound: water dripping from faucets like a metronome, Rick snapping a towel open with a crack that echoed off the tiles. Eli reached for his own towel — rough cotton snagging his bruised hips — wincing as the fabric scraped raw skin Darren’s grip had branded.
Vince watched him, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Hurts?" Vince asked, not unkindly. Eli nodded, wrapping the towel tight. Vince just grunted, tossing Marco a towel without looking away. "Means you earned it."
Rick chuckled, briskly drying Eli’s shoulders almost clinically before handing him another towel. "Wrap that around your hips. Hide the art." His thumb brushed Darren’s fading fingerprint bruise on Eli’s hipbone — a brief, possessive touch.
Darren leaned against the fogged lockers, still nude, water droplets tracing his thighs. He watched Eli’s trembling hands struggle with the towel clasp, knuckles white against cheap terrycloth. "Need help?" Darren’s tone wasn't mocking; low, serious. Eli shook his head sharply, fingers fumbling harder. Vince snorted softly. Marco tossed Eli’s gym bag at his feet, the thud echoing in the sudden quiet.
Rick knelt, ignoring his own nudity, and lifted Eli’s wrist. "Easy," he murmured, pressing Eli’s palm flat against the locker door. With his free hand, Rick threaded the towel’s end around on itself. Secured. Eli exhaled — shaky, grateful — as Rick rose, fingers lingering on Eli’s hip where Darren’s bruise bloomed purple. Steam ghosts dissolved, leaving only damp tiles and the scent of spent lust.
Vince tossed Darren a towel — a rough arc cutting through the chill. Darren caught it without looking, eyes locked on Eli. "Tomorrow," Darren said, low. Not a question. Eli nodded, throat tight. The word echoed: Darren’s hips pistoning into him, Vince’s fist twisting his cock, Marco’s salt on his tongue.
Tomorrow.
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