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  Trent ignored the slight, realizing Will had resumed his routine.

  Pressing his massive legs together while Trent rode him like the horse he was, Will’s spit-lubed cock went deeper with each rep. The sensation was skin splitting, Trent crying joyous tears by the time he bottomed out. There, he ground his ass a few times before rising, only to bear down on Will again for another helping of harrowing bliss.

  “F…u…c…k…,” Trent snarled, cum oozing out of his rock-hard rod without the need to touch it at all. He skirted the point of no return.

  There was plenty of meat to go around, Will blasting more reps out while impaling Trent like a roast pig on a spit.

  Trent grabbed Will’s shoulders, squeezing them as he moved his hands along his traps toward the cords of his thick, scruffy neck.

  Will grabbed Trent’s head again. Pulled him in for another kiss. His mouth moved from there to Trent’s ear. He bit it, then after blowing a cooling breeze whispered, “You’re getting me close, Casanova. What’re you going to do about it?”

  Trent immediately bottomed out, hips churning like making butter, and all he needed was the milk.

  Will suddenly stopped his routine. His breathing was heavy, and he was stiffening everywhere. His mouth dropped open before those lips curled back to expose his pearly whites.

  “I’m c-close,” Will stammered. “You’re g-going to m-make me…” Then he roared.

  Trent could feel himself being pumped full of a sticky, hot load; hear the sound of wet slapping as he continued to churn; smell both sin and success.

  Will rolled his head back, sweat streaming out from every pore in his entire body.

  “Dude, that was great,” Trent said between exhausted puffs of air. “Hope it lived up to that reputation you talked about.”

  Will swallowed, then nodded faintly.

  Setting his hands on Will’s chest, Trent could feel his heart thumping away. It felt like it could burst through at any moment. “Feels like you’re ready to get cleaned up and –”

  Suddenly, Will’s hands shot up, closing around Trent’s wrists like a booby trap.

  Trent looked into Will’s eyes. He was staring back at him with a single eyebrow raised.

  “Or,” Will said, “we might not be finished yet…”

  Two naked, muscular men burst into the locker room, the gray walls and blue lockers holding no judgement over what they saw. The row of wooden benches though – running down the middle of the room all the way to the showers and sauna – might have objected to what was about to happen.

  “You didn’t say there would be two rounds,” Trent claimed, taking a breath after their prolonged trip from the leg room.

  “I didn’t expect you to get away without getting off, either,” Will replied, licking Trent’s neck as he guided him toward one of the benches. “There’s still that half of the deal…”

  Trent pulled away, the corner of his lip pulled up into a devilish smirk. “Is there a third part I should be aware of?”

  Will grinned and without a word pushed down on Trent’s shoulders, sending the smartass crashing to the seat.

  “Huh, seems like I can go deeper than your squats,” Trent smarted off.

  “We’ll see about that.” Will spun him around like a ragdoll into a sixty-nine position. He clubbed Trent’s face with his dick – it made a satisfying slap – before forcing it into his mouth. “You know, for all the smart talking that comes out of your mouth, I’m surprised that’s all of me you can fit in there.”

  Will bent over to explore Trent’s ass, making sure to shove his cock further down Trent’s throat to prevent any rebuttals.

  Trent moved a hand out where Will could see it, stuck out his middle finger and waved.

  “Appreciate the idea,” Will retorted, spreading Trent’s velvety ass cheeks apart to expose his worked hole. It was quivering, still in shock from Will’s earlier assault. “Poor thing,” he said, sending a single finger inside to find his prostate.

  Trent heaved, his body quaking.

  Will ignored the sounds, sending a second finger descending into Trent’s depths. Two more fingers then followed for a total of four.

  Trent whimpered.

  “Oh come on,” Will said with a proud thrust of his hips. “You took way more than that before.” Will drew closer, biting down on Trent’s ass cheek before backing up along his taint and balls, then his shaft, all the way to his bulbous head. Will took it into his mouth and began to suck, his soft lips and prickly beard sending waves of pleasure through Trent’s lower half.

  The two continued their hedonistic rapture for a while, Trent using both hands to polish the length of shaft his mouth couldn’t fit. Will was getting firmer, his veins bulging more. Trent got faster, his own cock getting worked toward the edge of glory.

  Then, unexpectedly, Will pulled out. He stood, looming over Trent before silently picking him up like a wheelbarrow. Setting Trent’s shoulders on the cold ground and propping him up on the bench with cock pointing high in the air, Will turned his back and straddled his plaything.

  Trent didn’t know where things were going, but as Will’s ass started to descend on his furious hard-on, Trent didn’t care. Will’s hole was ridiculously tight and his muscles were doing their best to stop anything from entering.

  “Fuck Bill, you’re tighter than –”

  “Don’t even say it!” Will shouted, pushing himself further onto Trent’s cock.

  Then Trent felt something outlandish. Was it the head of Will’s dick teasing his own asshole?

  No fucking way, Trent thought as he looked up to Will’s back. He’s not seriously going to…

  But Will planned to do exactly what Trent was thinking. With a firm hold, Will began pushing his dick into Trent’s ass, unleashing a mighty groan. Once inside, Will placed his hands on Trent’s outstretched knees and rode him. Both men plowed each other – at the same time no less – loving the feeling of packing someone with big cock while being stuffed themselves. It was an explosion of pleasure, wonder, and ample amounts of what the fuck.

  “Jesus, that feels good,” Will rumbled.

  Who ARE you? Trent thought, unable to say anything due to the punishing ecstasy coursing through his body.

  Their surreal reality continued for what seemed like eternity, ending when Will pulled out and laid back on the next bench. “Fuck me.”

  Trent wasted no time complying, all nine inches entering with a colossal plunge.

  Will’s eyes were shut, those massive arms tucked behind his head while that ridiculous dick bounced around. Trent grabbed hold of it, stroking with both hands while he thrusted. Will was still warm, sweat beading on his lean skin, collecting in all the tiniest grooves and striations. Trent could literally see the pressure building, veins bulging from his furthest extremities to the one right there in his hands.

  “Oh God…” Trent said. “I’m close!” With Will Marsh’s cock in his hands, Trent spilled over, emptying his balls with a satisfying scream.

  Will flew over the edge seconds later, his dick spurting hot jizz all across his abs and Trent’s hands.

  Trent pulled himself out, dick slavering on the floor. He staggered toward a bank of lockers, falling back into them.

  Will lifted himself into a sitting position. Wiping his brow, he flicked sweat onto the floor with the rest of the mess. “You’re cleaner is going to hate you, man.”

  “Lisa’s used to it,” Trent replied.

  “That was good, by the way,” Will said coolly.

  “Just… good?”

  “Yeah… good. I’ve had better.”

  “Mhmmm, sure,” Trent said cockily. “Shall I ask around?

  “You say one fucking word and I’ll –”

  “Hey, why not? Seems like it would be an awesome thing to compare notes on. See, you’re bringing people together, Bill. How kind of you!”

  Will’s stare was penetrating. “Yeah, it’s awesome if you don’t value your pretty face, boyo.”
r />   “What?” Trent exclaimed. “That’s MY line!”

  “Mhmmm, sure,” Will responded.

  Trent let out a pleasing laugh and a chuckle. “So, we good, bro? This particular favor paid in full?”

  Will didn’t reply right away. Instead he stood and walked toward the back of the locker rooms.

  Trent got nervous.

  “I dunno,” Will answered. “It seems like something we need to discuss after a nice, water-conserving shower…”

  THE END

  Table of Contents

  Swole: Powerhouse

  About Golden Czermak

  Other Works by Golden Czermak

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4