by BateBroTPA
Brandon grunted with relief as he lowered the weight bar back onto the rack for the last time.
His workout had been challenging and he was glad it was over. He was feeling pumped up, but his sweaty gym tank was clinging to his chest and he was glad to be done. Even before hitting the weights, he’d had a long, tough day at work.
As he stacked the plates he’d been using back on their tower, he took a second to scope out his fellow late-night warriors. The gym was usually pretty quiet by this time, but it seemed even more subdued than usual, with only a handful of other men scattered around the floor. It wasn’t officially a male-only place, but unofficially it never seemed to do much business with the ladies.
He traded nods of recognition with a couple of guys he semi-knew from having been a member for a few months. He let his eyes travel on, but after a second, they returned and lingered for a moment on the second guy, Sean, who at that moment had his head kicked back as he took a long swig from his water bottle.
“Damn,” thought Brandon. “He’s got some hairy armpits.” Unconsciously, he moved his hand to adjust his junk, which suddenly felt a little constrained in the pouch of his sweaty jockstrap. It was a subtle movement, but it said a lot.
Before he could get too lost in thought, though, Brandon heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Damn, Brandon! You looked wiped out!”
A friendly hand clasped him on the shoulder; Brandon turned to see his buddy Kyle standing there in his street clothes, gym bag in hand.
“Fuck, bro! It was a good one. How you been, Kyle?”
“Fucking work, man! I hate it. And I don’t know if you heard, but me and Andrea broke up last week.”
Brandon probably shouldn’t have, but he laughed. “Damn, dude, you go through them quick! Girls I mean. Well, and jobs too.”
“Haha…well fuck you too, Brandon! What can I say? I’m a complicated guy.”
He grinned.
“Don’t I know it,” Brandon said with a smirk.
They chatted for a couple more minutes about life stuff. As they did, out of the corner of his eye, Brandon noticed Sean head for the locker room. He thought again about the sight of those hairy armpits, and fleetingly wondered how they smelled after his heavy gym session.
“You wrapping up here, bro?”, Kyle asked as their conversation petered out. “I’m just getting here.”
“Yead dude, just about to hit the locker room.”
“I bet you are,” Kyle snickered. Apparently he had noticed Sean too.
“Do you know him at all?” Brandon asked as they headed toward the back of the gym.
“You could say that,” Kyle replied, knowing exactly who Brandon meant. “We haven’t really talked that much but we’ve…bonded a couple of times in the sauna.”
“Fuck dude. Nice. He’s got a great physique.” Bonded could only mean one thing, and Brandon was really glad to hear it.
“Yeah bro, his body is incredible. I think he’s here every day.”
“Yeah, I’ve chatted with him by the water fountain a couple of times but haven’t been lucky enough to catch him in the sauna yet.”
He paused for a second. “I was just wondering what his armpits smell like after that workout.”
“Fuck, dude…you’re so dirty.”
“Can’t help it bro, my dick is just wired that way. That musk drives me fucking crazy.”
Kyle laughed again. “No shame here, bro, I totally get it. And to be honest with you, your pits are giving off a vibe right now that is starting to get me bricked.”
“Oh yeah?” Brandon raised his left arm and tried to use his right hand to pull in Kyle’s head, but Kyle wasn’t having it. They jokingly tussled with each other as they rounded the corner into the first row of lockers.
“C’mon bro, you know you like it! Huff deep if it’s giving you a boner! Now–” But Brandon stopped short when he realized not only that they weren’t alone in the row, but that Sean was the one standing there—in nothing but his white jockstrap.
“Fuck,” he said, louder than he meant to. Kyle jerked his hand away from Brandon’s wrist.
All three of them were silent for a second but then Sean, slowly, raised his right arm and sniffed his armpit.
He grinned. “Smells like a man to me. Must be pheromones giving you that boner, Kyle.”
Brandon took a quick look at Kyle, who just laughed.
“Can’t help it bro,” he said. “I always get so horny after a workout. And honestly, I fucking love how this locker room smells. Gets me going every time. But then…you know that.”
Sean then glanced from Kyle to Brandon. “Kinda seems like you’re the same, man. I saw you grabbing your junk out on the floor just now.”
Brandon grinned. “Exactly the same, bro. And what’s funny is that I have that exact same jockstrap, too.
With that, Brandon pulled his gym shorts down to his hairy thighs and exposed his growing bulge and identical undergear.
“Damn dude,” Sean said, openly admiring the outline of Brandon’s cut dickhead pressed against the fabric of the jock, as well as the way the dark pubic bush couldn’t really be totally contained by the elastic strap. Sean began to tug on his own junk as he stared.
“I love this gym,” Brandon thought to himself for the thousandth time. He’d figured it was only a matter of time before he got to know Sean a little better, but he was glad it was going to happen tonight. After a long day and a tough workout, he was ready for some release.
“Mmmm,” said Kyle, standing slightly off to the side. “Love to see a little male bonding happening in real life.” He sat his gym bag down and slipped off his sneakers. “Mind if I join you guys?”
It was shaping up to be a hot scene. Brandon pulled off his sweaty tank and his shorts the rest of the way off his legs, leaving him dressed in only his jock, socks, and sneakers. Standing there fresh from a chest workout, he looked like a man in his prime: fit, hairy, drenched in sweat, and with a throbbing boner now practically protruding from his jock.
Brandon and Sean were now both obviously stiff-dicked, too, and openly rubbing themselves. Kyle had stripped down to his boxers and his pecker was threatening to break free.
“Either of you guys jerk off today? I didn’t and my nuts are so fucking full right now.” Kyle practically moaned the question.
“I shoot a load every morning when I wake up—morning wood,” Sean said. He tugged a little harder on his junk and used his right hand to tweak his right nipple. His chest was pretty smooth, unlike Brandon and Kyle’s, and his stiff pink nipple stood out proudly as he rubbed it. “But I always jerk off after a workout, too. Usually here. With a friend or two.”
“Can’t believe we haven’t had the chance yet, bro,” said Brandon, mimicking Sean and starting to rub his hairy right nipple. “Shot a lot of loads here myself.”
“Usually in the sauna,” Kyle interrupted. “Not out in the open like this.”
“Eh, it’s pretty quiet tonight. And at this gym…let’s just say I don’t think the managers will mind.”
Sean laughed. “No, they definitely won’t mind. I’ve rubbed both their dicks in the showers a few times.”
Brandon grunted. “Fuck, bro!”
Kyle stood up from the bench he’d been sitting on, and as he did, his fat cockhead poked out of his boxer shorts. It was already oozing a strand of precum.
Sean couldn’t resist—he reached out and rubbed the tip of Kyke’s leaky, erect dong with his finger, then brought it to his lips and had a taste.
“Mmm…tastes like brotherhood, bro.”
Brandon shuddered, then, glancing carelessly over his shoulder, put his right hand down the front of his jock strap and pulled his stiff dick and hairy nutsack all the way out. His shaft was rigged and his balls looked heavy. After a second, the scent of his musky dick hit his bros’ nostrils.
“Brooooooooo….” Sean moaned and followed suit. His bricked cock bounced as he freed it from the constraints of the jock’s pouch. Kyle wasn’t far behind.
Three adult men, standing in the middle of a public locker room, exposed dicks openly erect as they admired each other’s masculine bodies. Perfection.
“I fucking love dicks,” Kyle muttered as he gripped his 7-inch shaft with his left hand and started pulling. His precum started to flow a little heavier.
“Me too, man. Big, hard, hairy dicks.” Sean was fapping now, too.
“Masturbators,” Brandon growled as he squeezed his rigid prick. “Fucking masturbators.”
“Chronic, bro!”, said Sean, just as Kyle grunted out a “Damn right.”
They were standing in a pretty tight circle now, jockstraps and boxers discarded to the side, dick heads almost touching. They were starting to jostle each other with their arms as they stroked.
Sean, tempting fate, raised his left hand above his head, exposing the armpit that had gotten the whole circle jerk started. His right hand kept rubbing his dick.
“Fuck, bro—I gotta huff that!” Brandon dove in and sniffed his bro’s armpit as deep as he could. He was pumping pretty hard now.
“Better than poppers, huh bro?” said Kyle. Sean took his right hand off his dick and raised his other arm, exposing his other hairy pit.
Kyle dove in and huffed as well. Sean just enjoyed the sensation, getting off on sharing his musk with his brothers as they rubbed themselves raw.
Brandon finally came up for air. Looking down at his dick, he saw that he, too, was now leaking precum like a firehose. He used it to lube up the head of his dick, teasing himself while he ogled his buddy’s stiff dicks.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I love being a dude.”
“Same, bro.” It was Kyle’s turn to come up for air. They were all three rubbing in earnest now. Sean reached behind him into his locker and pulled out a small jar; interestingly, it was already open.
“Coconut oil,” he said, lubing up his bone. He then held out the jar and Brandon and Kyle dipped a couple of fingers in and greased themselves up.
“Fuck bro, that grease…so good.”
“Yup. Makes things nice and slippery.” As he said it, Sean reached out and grabbed Brandon’s dick with his hand. “REAL slippery.”
Brandon moaned and threw his head back in pleasure as Kyle started to rub his nutsack while Sean worked the shaft.
“Stiff penis, bro,” Sean muttered, then stepped a little closer, pressing his own stiff dick up against Brandon’s. “You like to rub dicks with another guy?”
Brandon’s eyes rolled back as he felt his new buddy’s thick shaft rubbing against his own. He felt the ridge on the top of Sean’s swollen knob rutting just under his piss slit with every thrust and stroke.
“Oh dudes, that’s so hot.” Kyle was going to town on his dong while he watched his buddies frotting each other. Standing so close together, they could each feel the heat the others were giving off.
Sean’s head was thrown back now, too. He was pressing his dick against Brandon’s pretty hard and it felt amazing to be rubbing their stiff dongs together while their buddy jacked off and watched, using his one free hand to tweak their nipples in turn.
Just men being men, doing what men do when they’re alone together. Leaking. Rubbing. Bonding.
And, eventually, shooting thick ropes of ejaculate all over each other’s stiff man meat.
It was actually Kyle, the voyeur, who shot first, giving a sharp gasp followed by an even sharper spurt of hot cum. “Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk” was all he could manage to groan as he emptied his sack onto his hand.
Well, mostly onto his hand. He was close enough to Brandon and Sean to hit both their dicks with some “friendly fire” as they frotted and tugged on each others’ hairy nutsacks.
Which meant they were now massaging their buddy’s hot cum into their dicks as they rubbed them together. It’s not easy to stay uncummed in a situation like that, and Brandon was the next to let loose.
“Oh fuck bro, I’m gonna cum SO FUCKING HARD”—and he did. So, so hard…seven or eight powerful jets of sperm and over Sean’s stiff wood. The long day and the tough workout, combined with the scent of the locker room, his buddies’ musk, and their semi-public circle jerk all fueled an insanely powerful release…the kind of orgasm that’s so good, you have another one when you think about it later.
Sean kept pumping while he looked in Brandon’s ecstatic face. Then, taking a step back, he looked down to see that Brandon’s cum had landed on his dick and hand, and that a couple of globs of it were even matted in his thick pubic hair.
That was exactly what he needed to push himself over the edge—the sight of his own full bush thick with his buddy’s jizz. Squeezing hard around the ridge of his cockhead with his right hand and giving his nutsack and rough squeeze with his left, Sean aimed his dick up at his chest, gave a deep groan, and spurted an thick wad of ejaculate so hard that some of it landed on the locker above his right shoulder.
“Damn, bro! That was intense.” Brandon was the first to speak after catching his breath.
“Brooooooo!” was all Kyle could manage.
Sean was leaning back against the lockers now, his back pressed into the hot, sticky cum he’d just shot there.
“So hot, dude. So fucking hot with my bros. He was breathing deeply satisfied but still pretty worked up. His piss list was still dribbling cum.
Brandon laughed suddenly. “Why is penis sex the best fucking sex, dude?”
Sean laughed too. “Dunno bro, but I can’t get enough of it.”
“Me either,” Brandon replied. They looked each other in the eyes.
And then, after a pause, Brandon asked, “Time to hit the showers?”
Sean grunted. “You know it, bro,” he said, grabbing his towel but still not cleaning his buddy’s cum off his junk.
Kyle just laughed. “Have fun, boys. I still gotta do my fucking workout!”