Sporting chubs, Arjun and I returned to the gym the following Saturday afternoon. We again flip-fucked the night before, anticipating our escapade with Brody today. We had barely contained ourselves last week when he stripped naked, we had to release some tension to play it cool today. And besides, part of the fun of playing around with other people was to bring more sexual energy to our marriage.
When we arrived in the locker room, toward the back of the labyrinth, Brody was already there, shirtless, wearing only the posing strap, flexing in front of the mirror.
“Hi dudes,” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “I got here a little early and waited around, I thought we could work out together. All of us wearing our posing straps.”
My dick jolted, and from the look of Brody’s, so did his.
“Great idea,” Arjun said, setting our gym bag down in the nearby alcove and taking a locker. He and I stripped off our hoodies and sweatpants. We then shucked our shorts. We’d both worn sport briefs assuming we’d workout in those and change into the posing straps after. But Brody had a different idea, and we wanted to encourage him. So, off came our sport briefs. We now stood naked before this muscled twunk god, my chubbed cut dick at 6inches, Arjun’s chubbed uncut brown dick at 5. Both of our firm butts on display, Arjun’s smooth like Brody’s, mine hairy.
“Ooooh shit dudes,” Brody exclaimed, examining our naked forms. “Muscled butts, hair on yours Grant. And nice pieces of meat.”
He stepped close behind us, cupping our butts. He grabbed my posing strap and bent down, hooking it around my feet and slipping it up my legs for me. It settled into my butt crack and over my junk. Brody made some adjustments, mimicking my maneuvers from last weekend. His fingers grazed my hole, the thong of the strap tightened over it and his hands cupped and shimmied my junk – I moaned the whole way through, my dick growing to its full 8inch erection in his hand.
“Fuck man,” Brody moaned. “Your dick is huge.” His eyes were wide, staring at my obscenely stretched out pouch. He lingered there, drawn in by my meat before shaking his head, breaking his trance.
With one final adjustment, he trailed his hand over my dick, mumbling about my hard muscles, and followed the same process with Arjun. My husband’s dick was already erect, the tip of his pinkish-brown glans just protruding from his foreskin. Brody slipped the strap up Arjun’s legs and the white pouch over his cock. Brody adjusted the thong strap, drawing a moan from Arjun as his hole got played with. And then cupped his dick and testicles, rubbing my husband’s meat, sliding the pouch back and forth to get it in the right place.
“Shiiit,” Brody exclaimed. “Such a hot muscle couple. Both of you got big meat.”
Brody now was clearly erect, dick standing tall in his pouch at 5inches. I cupped his pouch, squeezing his cock. “Not so shabby yourself,” I said, rubbing him. “Hard as steel.” He was average length and hot as hell.
“Let’s get that workout in dudes,” he said, “I want the pump for our photo session later.”
Brody backed away and collected his athleticwear pants and tank top, donning them. The tank, as usual, didn’t remain covering his waist, instead riding up to reveal his toned abdomen, only now there was no underwear waistband to show, just smooth skin and firm muscle.
Arjun and I donned our tanks and shorts. For anyone who looked as we walked back through the locker room, our three erections were easily visible. Luckily by the time we did some warmups and entered the main gym floor, they had subsided to just enticing bulges.
We let Brody direct today’s routine, running through a full body workout starting with squats, then chest, shoulders, back, biceps, and finishing with abs and some cardio. Throughout the workouts, all three of us relaxed into the friction of the posing strap thong on our holes, not infrequently did one of us audibly – if stifled – moan.
The three of us had great workout buddy chemistry, motivating and pushing each other to do another rep or two when we felt worn-out already.
Returning to the locker room over an hour later, our bodies were pumped and shimmering in a sheen of sweat.
“I’m excited,” Brody said, pumping his biceps and squeezing both of ours. “We look great.”
In the back of the locker room Brody was quick to strip off, his sculpted ass and chubbing dick back on display. Arjun and I were not far behind.
Arjun took some pictures of Brody alone before the twunk pulled me in to join him, grabbing my ass, shoulders, pecs, biceps, and so on, his hands all over my body. I took the cue and felt him up too, starting at his ass, working over his back and front, and returning to his ass.
I swapped with Arjun, letting him get his hands on Brody, and Brody’s hands on him. I was fully erect and leaking, the thin white pouch becoming translucent. Brody and Arjun too were hard but not yet leaking. The brown of Arjun’s cock tantalizingly visible through the thin white pouch.
I took many pictures before setting the phone down and grabbing the bottle of body oil from our gym bag.
“You ready for this bro,” I asked Brody, sloshing the oil bottle in the air toward him.
He cocked a cheeky smile, “Born ready.” He spread his legs, standing between Arjun and me, ready to have his body rubbed and worshiped.
I dripped oil over his neck and shoulders, each of us working it into his skin with one hand. We massaged, wiped, circled, and rubbed his shoulders, neck, and upper back. I dripped oil down both arms as we proceeded, spending extra time enjoying the feel of his biceps and triceps. Brody, for his part, flexed and tightened his muscles as we worked them. And he moaned. Low, long, luxuriating moans.
By now all three of our dicks were leaking, all the pouches becoming translucent. Mine was plastered to my cock, nearly a third of my meat visible through the wet pouch.
Dripping more oil onto his pecs and abs, Arjun and I followed the cut curves of his man-cleavage chest and pecs, teasing his nipples, and tracing the ridges of his cut abdominals.
Oil dripped down Brody’s back as we switched sides of his torso. I played with his lower back dimples, my dick surging, precum draining down my pouch, most of my cock now visible.
Oil soaked into the thin strap of the waistband on Brody’s posing strap and seeped down over his butt. Our hands followed, massaging and rubbing the oil into his smooth, firm cheeks. He flexed and moaned.
“Fuck yeah bro,” I cajoled, “Moan as we worship your muscled ass.”
Brody moaned again, ass muscles rippling. His dick surged and a flood of natural lube soaked into his pouch.
I slid into his crack, Arjun following just behind, slicking his canyon and swiping up under his glute and over his thigh. I dripped oil down his hips and thighs as our hands continued their worship. We squeezed his quads and worked oil into his toned legs, over his calf muscles, and back up, oiling his groin, coating his blond bush, making the pubes glisten.
Our hands brushed his fat nuts and raging cock. He moaned. Oil soaked into the pouch alongside his own fluids.
Arjun wiped his hands on a towel and picked up Brody’s phone, taking pictures. I kept rubbing his body, admiring the feel of his muscles and the slipperiness of the oil.
Brody moaned, grinned, smiled, and flexed for me and the camera. His dick raged, leaking profusely.
“Your turn,” he said after a few minutes, taking the oil bottle from me and dripping it over my upper body.
Arjun kept taking pictures as this muscled twunk rubbed and massaged oil all over my body. He stopped at my ass, whistling, and spent a lot of time on it. Rubbing the oil in past all the hair, making it glisten. He spread my ample cheeks, sliding into my canyon.
“Fuck dude,” Brody moaned, seeing my smooth crack and hole. “Your cheeks are so hairy, but your crack is so smooth…” he oiled hands slid easily up and down my crack, running over my hole.
I whimpered, my anal rim fluttering.
“Fuck yeah bro,” Brody coaxed, repeating my comment from earlier, “Moan as I worship your muscled ass.”
He pulled the thong aside and circled his fingertip over my hole, making me whimper. Then he snapped the thong back into place and oiled my legs.
Kneeling in front of me, his face in line with my raging 8inch cock with the precum soaked pouch clinging to it, he oiled my hips and groin. More fluid oozed from my dick and soaked down the pouch, my testicles now becoming visible. Oil soaked into the sides as Brody’s hands grazed the base of my shaft and my tight nuts. He worked oil into my gingery bush, the back of his hand rubbing my cockhead.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, loud, intense. I nearly came from his touch. First, he had worked my hole, getting me achingly hard, now he pleasured my glans.
Brody just grinned at me and stood up, pulling me into him, side by side. “Flex for the camera.”
Our oiled bodies and raging cocks filled the camera screen, Arjun capturing the moment with glee.
I wiped my hands on the towel and swapped with Arjun. Brody oiling him up. He focused for a while on Arjun’s defined chest and brown nipples, making my husband moan. He then stopped at his ass, firm, smooth mounds of muscled flesh. I always loved playing with it, and so did Brody. Adding too much oil, hands gliding, he massaged and massaged, eventually getting the oil to soak in. The sides of his hands slid up and down Arjun’s crack, making him moan. Brody pulled the cheeks apart and used his thumbs to oil my husband’s hole.
“Fuck dude,” Arjun moaned.
Brody then moved on to his legs and around to the front, eyeing my husband’s throbbing brown cock, the wet pouch hardly obscuring it at all.
Oil dripped down Arjun’s thighs and got rubbed in. The pouch absorbing oil like ours had, Arjun’s brown balls now visible too. And Brody oiled his brown, soft, trimmed bush, the back of his hand making my husband’s foreskin slide from side to side over his glans.
“FUCK,” Arjun yelled, also nearly busting his nut.
Brody stepped back, admiring his work. “Hot brown muscle man,” he exclaimed, punching Arjun’s chest and pulling him in for some flexing.
I snapped pictures the whole way through, drinking in the view. Brody’s dick flowing with fluids.
After a bunch of photos with Arjun, Brody wiped his hands on our towel and got the phone from me.
“It’s not ideal,” he talked as he made his setup, “But it’s the only way we can get all three of us together.” He had the phone propped up, facing the mirror to get a shot of our back side facing the camera and the front side in the mirror.
The three of us posed – flexing muscles, glistening oiled, cocks close to cumming, clad in tiny slicked posing straps – getting pictures of all directions of our bodies.
Brody kept inching us closer to him, flanking him, our bodies rubbing together. Arjun and my hands found Brody’s butt, grasping it, kneading the flesh, digging into his crack. The tips of our index fingers slipping under the thong strap and petting his hole at the same time.
His mouth dropped open and he whimpered. That familiar look flashed in his eyes and this time remained, spreading over his face. Lust. Lust for men. He was ours. We were going to seal the deal. Our fingers continued petting his hole. We wanted him to ask for it.
His voice cracked as he tried to speak, nearly breathless, “New idea… naked photos… at your apartment…” He swallowed hard and whimpered again, his dick jolting.
“We thought you’d never ask,” I goaded, Arjun and I probing our fingertips in just beyond the lips of his hole.
“OOOOHHHHHHHHH FUCK DUDES,” he cried out. “Now. We need to go now!”
I kissed his neck and Arjun his face. “Let’s go.”
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