Arjun and I were brimming with excitement on our way to the gym the following Saturday afternoon. We fucked the night before, flipping, each getting to pound the other’s ass, sating our ragging dicks, hoping that would help calm us for today. While we thought the twunk was on the hook, nothing truly sexual had happened yet beyond muscle admiration. Maybe the young man just got off on other fit men admiring him. So, we didn’t want to come on too strongly and scare him away.
Yet, the feel of the thin posing strap, and the knowledge that the skimpy underwear was tucked carefully inside my gym bag, ready to hug the twunk’s banging body, had us riled up.
We left the gym bag and our second layer of clothing for the cool autumn weather in the locker and hit the gym floor. Going through our warmups and a few back exercises, we didn’t see the twunk. Getting of a lat pulldown machine and moving to a row, he appeared, heading our way from the other section, a young muscle god with eyes on us.
His blond hair was extra messy today. He wore a pair of charcoal gray athletic wear pants that fitted his body even better than last week’s black pair, showing his bulge and butt nicely. Even from a distance, we could see his shapely, plump butt. He wore another short tank top, still black, with the waistband of a pair of white Calvin Kleins showing this week.
“Hey man,” he said with a smile, giving me a bro shake and clapping each other on the back briefly. “And this must be your husband,” he said, greeting Arjun on the same fashion. “He’s just as fit at you.”
“And you’re just as muscled and impressive as Grant said you were,” Arjun said, practically eye-fucking the twunk.
The twunk just smiled, joking, “So we’re on a first name basis now?” Staring pointedly at me, that familiar, split-second flash passed through his eyes, “Grant.”
“And my husband is Arjun,” I said with a wink.
“Brody,” the twunk stated, grinning. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your workout, and I need to finish mine. Meet an hour from now?”
“You got it,” I said, giving him a fist bump and getting back to the rows with Arjun.
“He’s just as hot as you described,” Arjun said as I finished my last set and we moved to the next exercise. “And I’m pretty sure he’s figuring out he’s at least somewhere on the bisexual spectrum, if not fully gay.”
“We’ll take our time with this one,” I reiterated from our discussion prior to coming to the gym. “Wrap him in without scaring him away. Help him open himself up.”
Arjun grinned, joshing me with his elbow, “Phrasing.”
“Yes please,” I joked. We refocused on the exercises, sweating, tiring our bodies out.
The hour passed quickly despite the heightened anticipation.
Entering the locker room, we found Brody a good distance inside the labyrinth, flexing in front of a mirror. This area of the locker room was less busy than others, so afforded some privacy. Brody was shirtless, his underwear sticking out above his athletic wear pants, his smooth, white, ripped, muscles bulging and shifting shape as he contorted his body.
Seeing us, he smiled and pulled the seat of the pants and briefs down, showing off his butt.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered so only Arjun could hear me. He repeated the whisper, agreeing with me.
“Did your butt get even better looking than last week,” I jokingly complimented Brody.
He turned it toward us, shaking it. “You tell me bro.”
Gingerly, I touched his butt. He just kept shaking it at us, my hand flattening out on the plump, firm flesh. I got more than a handful. It had a nice give with a solid core as I squeezed. Brody stopped moving, exhaling a deep breath.
“Let’s get you into that posing strap Brody,” I said, bringing him along, keeping the momentum moving.
Brody smiled.
“Stay here and keep posing,” I directed. “Arjun can take pictures while I grab our stuff, including your strap.”
Brody handed his phone to Arjun and resumed posing, his muscles straining. He pulled his pants and briefs further down, his butt completely exposed, a small, trimmed blond bush beginning to poke out over the waistband at the front.
Arjun was giving Brody direction and had progressed to touching his body to help him get into position. Brody turned, showing his butt to the camera and squeezing his glutes.
“Fantastic pose bro,” Arjun complemented. “Really shows off that fine ass you’ve built.”
Arjun snapped a picture and placed his hand on Brody’s hip, angling his body. As Brody’s hips moved, Arjun’s hand grazed over Brody’s smooth, flexed mound. Arjun took another picture as I returned, smirking at the scene unfolding before me, This is developing nicely, I thought.
“Can’t wait to see that muscled body exposed in the posing strap,” Arjun stated. “You’re going to look even better.”
Dropping our gym bag, I took the posing strap out, playfully stretching the fine waistband, “You’ll look ever better in this. Those muscles will pop for sure.”
“Nice dude,” Brody grinned, thoughtfully taking in the sight of the posing strap. It was white, thin fabric in the old-fashioned design. He touched the pouch, letting the smooth cotton glide between his fingers before they traced along the slim straps of the waistband and thong.
Without warning, Brody dropped his pants and briefs, standing naked before us. His flaccid, cut, smooth, white dick flopping around. It was about 3inches, and while flaccid, there seemed to be some chub to it. He had fat balls held in a tight, smooth sac. The light hair on his legs dissipated as it climbed his thighs, leaving his groin nearly hairless, save for his blond bush.
I had to stop myself from dropping to my knees and sucking his cock or eating his ass. Reflected in the mirror, the gym-sculpted globes of his ass hung free. My dick expanded. Glancing at Arjun, I knew he was fighting the temptation just as I was, and that his dick was expanding like mine.
What felt like hours was only a few seconds of Brody standing naked before us. He took the posing strap from me and hoisted it up his legs. Checking himself out in the mirror, the thong lost in the canyon of his crack, the pouch conforming to his penis and testicles, he let out a whistle.
“Damn dude, this is even better than I’d imagined. You can see my whole body at once. Thank you,” he earnestly uttered, drinking in the view of his own body.
And what a body! Arjun and I were mesmerized. Muscles flexing, the minimal fabric barely covering any of him, only making the situation hotter by that was only partially obscured.
I also noticed that the posing strap wasn’t situated as ascetically as it could be.
“Let me help you adjust the strap,” I said, holding either side of the waistband in my fingertips.
Brody just smiled and kept looking in the mirror, at his body and at us. Arjun resumed taking pictures, getting Brody and me in the frame, capturing my hands all over Brody’s butt and groin.
I slipped my fingers down the thong, parting his muscled cheeks and arranging the thong into his crack. Letting the cheeks come back together, I held them and hefted them apart, sinking the thong in and letting it naturally fall along his crack and hole.
Brody let out a heavy exhale. “Shit dude,” he nearly moaned. “Never thought the strap would feel so good. Or look so good.” He twisted around, shaking and flexing his butt in the mirror.
My fingers then adjusted the thin waistband clinging to his hips, holding onto his junk. Moving in towards his groin, Brody just kept posing and talking about how good he looked and how nice the posing strap felt on his body. My fingers trailed into his bush and down the edges of his shaft and sac. Still no comment about my touch from Brody, who kept flexing and grinning. So, I cupped his entire junk in my hand and shook it, settling it down and adjusting the position of his parts inside the pouch. Removing my hand, I cupped the pouch clinging to his junk and adjusted again, giving him a little squeeze.
Brody moaned now, softly, but a clear moan. His penis expanding to an obvious chub.
Viewing himself in the mirror, “Thank man. Looks even better now.”
“Yes, it does,” I cooed. “Fantastic, muscled body Brody.”
Arjun continued taking pictures as Brody cycled through his flexing routine. Arjun and I both gave some direction and touched his body to help adjust his stance and highlight certain muscles.
Brody looked at me after a while, “Come then dude, get into your posing strap too.”
“What do you mean,” I asked.
“You said this strap is a spare,” he explained, snapping the think waistband. “I thought you were going to bring you pair too; we would pose together.”
“OH, shoot, no,” I said, realizing the miscommunication. “I have a sport brief on today,” I continued, puling the edge of my shorts down to show him the waistband with the pouch fabric at the front, disconnected from the seat fabric at the back. “Let’s say next week, same time, I bring my pair and we pose together.”
Brody smiled, his hand touching the waistband of my sport brief, sliding along it from the front to the back. His hand slid down over my mounded butt. His eyes shown and that familiar flash passed through them.
“Sure man,” he breathed, eyes fixated on my exposed hip and his hand on my butt, his dick maintaining its chub. “Does Arjun have a posing strap too,” he asked, eyeing my husband. “He should wear his too.”
“Yes,” Arjun stated. “I’ll bring my next week too.”
“You know what else would kick your photos up another level,” I ventured. Brody’s expression was clearly intrigued.
“Body oil,” I stated. “Lots of body builders take pictures coated in body oil. It highlights the curves and definition and adds a nice sheen. Coat you in oil and get that posing strap on, you’ll look like a muscled god.”
Brody’s intrigue only intensified and his dick expanded more. He seemed to be almost fully erect now, but paid it no mind, or at least had no issues with his dick obscenely stretching the pouch in our presence.
Without hearing Arjun’s thoughts, I knew we were thinking the same thing, We got him. Keep taking it slow, let it build naturally, and we will eventually get there.
“Yes dude,” Brody sputtered excitedly. “Always wanted to try that too. Thought it would be too weird, and difficult, to oil myself in the locker room and take pictures. But if you guys help me…” he let the idea sit, making it a question, eyeing us for a response.
In unison, maybe a hint too eager, “Yeah bro,” Arjun said while I responded with, “Love to rub your muscles in oil man.”
That familiar flash flew through Brody’s eyes, lasting a bit longer this time, his dick pulsing in the pouch.
“Can I keep the posing strap until next week,” Brody asked, hopeful.
“It’s yours bro,” I said, playfully swatting his exposed butt. “Keep it. Make good use of it with that fine body.”
“Thanks man,” he said, genuine, squeezing my shoulder, his hand lingering, feeling my muscles.
“Until next week then,” Arjun said, handing him back his phone and playfully patting his firm butt.
“Looking forward to it,” Brody said, turning back to the mirror, flexing, toying with the straps of the posing strap. He gave Arjun a quick look through the mirror, “Great to meet you. Fit, muscled couple.”
Arjun smiled, gave his pleasantries, and we watched him for a moment while we get ready to leave the locker room and headed home. Brody still at the mirror.
On our walk home, I received a text. Brody, bending partially over, his back muscles flexed, his glutes flexed, the cheeks spread just enough to see the thong of the strap trail down the top of his crack and disappear below, his hole just out of view. And then a second came through, of his front, pec, biceps, and abs flexed, dick still hard, a small wet spot had formed on the pouch right at the head.
“Hot fucking hell,” I exclaimed, showing Arjun, who whistled and shook his head.
“We’re going to seal that deal next week,” he stated. “He’s ready.”
“Hot Brody!,” I texted back. “Excited to oil you up next week!”
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