Chapter 2: Stepping into the Unknown
The stall door swung open with a rusty groan, revealing Mark standing rigid, the fluorescent light flickering across the sweat-sheened planes of his chest. Harry’s grin widened, a predatory flash of teeth in the harsh light, his hand still resting possessively on John’s thick bicep.
"See, Johnny?" Harry murmured, his deep voice thick with satisfaction, his eyes locked on Mark’s trembling form. "He was watching. The fucker! Look at him, built like a brick shithouse and shaking like a leaf."
John turned and looked. He flinched, realizing who it was."You.. just spotted for me!"
Mark nodded, hand still holding his rigid cock.
"Come on, motherfucker," Harry coaxed, his tone shifting to low and intimate tones, "Don't just stand there. Show Johnny here what a real man looks like when he’s… curious. Bring that shit over here where we can see it."
Mark’s breath hitched, a ragged sound loud in the sudden silence. His foot slid forward half an inch on the wet tile, but his muscles were coiled tight. Then, giving in to his desire, he closed the distance, between them, and Harry’s large, warm hand landed firmly on his bicep.
Harry’s grip tightened, pulling Mark up against John’s rigid frame. The three men pivoted, chests heaving, eyes locked downward where their cocks strained, thick and bare, pulsing in the flickering light.
John couldn't stop his own rough hand moving over his thick cock, a helpless, jerking rhythm, and seeing this, Mark immediately resumed his own frantic stroking. A wide grin split Harry's face as he slapped a heavy hand over each of their fists, guiding their grips to slide faster, harder, his own thick cock pulsing heavily, a slick bead of precum forming at its tip.
John's broad, mushroom-shaped head swelled darker purple, glistening where precum slicked the slit. Mark's larger crown pulsed visibly under stretched skin, beading moisture at its tip as his breathing roughened. At that rate of speed they were both going to shoot, so Harry slowed down their rhythm and pace and they relaxed just a little. But they both notice, at the same time, Harry's beautiful meat. without a word both younger men reached out, eager hands bumping into each other.
Harry snickered. "Have at it boys, just don't break it!"
Mark and John briefly grin at each other as they fumble to each get an grip on that cock. They figure it out by feel and it's Harry's turn to groan.
He can't help but quicken the pace again, as his own cock head begins to darken. The younger men see that and in seconds they are all swearing and swaying. And shooting long strings of cum.
As they reach climax, each one of them pulled the others closer, and as they shot, three bellies and chest's got painted sticky white, slick trains of cum sliding down hairy abs in to the bushes below.
They catch breath, chests heaving against each other, the only sound ragged inhales and the drip of spent fluid onto wet tile. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, harsh and revealing, as Harry's low chuckle broke the silence, his hand still gripping Mark's sticky shoulder.
The bathroom door banged open, heavy footsteps echoing on wet tile. All three men froze mid-breath, Harry's chuckle dying in his throat as a shadow fell across their tangled, sticky forms.
It was the Powerlifter Guy. That was all anybody knew him by--no one had ever dared ask his name. He bulged all over with muscle and in he walked. Stark naked except for his towel, ready for a shower. The three of them stood, there, gym shorts around their ankles, cocks still bobbing as they slowly went soft, cum still dripping down their chests.
In a flash the three of them turned to the urinals, eyes focused way up on the wall, hands on their cocks.
Behind them, they heard first dead silence, then a disgusted snort, and the door slammed as he left.
All three began to snicker, then chuckle and finally, they couldn't help it and began to laugh out loud.
"He will fucking report us!" John panicked.
"Yeah, and what? Is it against the rules here to be gay? I don't think so." Mark said. "But if they come to investigate, I'd rather not be here." He began to rinse the cum off his chest. "Com over to my place. we can walk there, it's so close. I have a walk in shower."
"... and a bed, maybe?" Harry grinned.
"For that piece of meat?" Mark nodded toward Harry's still half hard cock. "Yes i do! Grab your clothes, guys and follow me!"
The other three men pulled up their shorts, trouped out to the changing area, and gathered their stuff. In minutes all four of them were out of the gym, on the street, headed for Mark's place.