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The gym was a ghost town by 11 PM, but Brent liked it that way sometimes. Even though he missed out on some of the exceptional viewing that could be done when the gym was full of hardworking men, when the place was empty he didn’t have to wait for any of the machines and he could get a really good workout in.
Brent wiped sweat from his brow, his tank top clinging to his lean frame after an intense workout. Tonight he had worked out for longer than he usually would, but he was making the most of the time and the availability. At 28, he was in the best shape of his life, lean and strong, healthy and sorted. Stable would be the word to describe his stage of life at the moment. Stable job, stable routine, stable health. Unfortunately none of that seemed to be leading to a stable sex life, unless you count the regular solo sessions that he enjoyed each night after his visit to the gym.
He stood by the bench now, assessing the weights that were racked up on the bar. He was nearing a new personal best for his bench press and, for a moment, considered adding another 5kg to the bar. It was a risk, he didn’t like pushing himself too far without anyone around to-
“Spot?” A deep, gravelly voice came from behind Brent.
He turned to see Riley, the tall, tattooed head coach with that perpetual five-o’clock shadow, standing at the end of the bench.
“Oh hey Riley. I didn’t know you were working tonight.” Brent stammered out a reply, forcing himself to maintain eye contact and not sweep his gaze over Riley’s perfectly sculpted body. Riley was 22 and built like a Greek god.
“I’m not. Late nights are the only chance I get to do my own workout.” Riley stepped forward and grabbed two weight plates, sliding them onto the bar. “I know you wanna get that PB bro. Let’s do it.”
Brent followed Riley’s lead, as he always did, laying back on the bench and gripping the bar. The sight of Riley’s muscles stretching the fabric of his shorts and t-shirt above him had the usual motivating effect and, with very little assistance, he completed the final bench press set, hitting a new best lift in the process.
“Awesome work bro! I’ll chalk that up right now.” Riley patted Brent on the shoulder. “You got much more to do tonight?”
“Just a set of deadlifts and I’m done.”
“Killing it bro. Catch you round.”
Brent watched as Riley walked over to the board that listed member’s PB lifts. A sense of pride filled him as Riley reached up to change the number. A different feeling took over as Brent noticed Riley’s t-shirt lift slightly as he reached, revealing just a hint of lean ab muscles. In the few months that Brent had been training at the gym, he had only caught glimpses of what was beneath his workout clothes, and it had been enough to tease him and fire some fantasies. We wiped the sweat from his brow once again and walked over the racks to set himself for his final set of the night.
The feeling of hitting a new PB continued to motivate Brent as he finished his deadlifts, the occasional sight of Riley working on his own lifts helped as well. After placing the weight plates back on the rack, Brent picked up his towel and water bottle and looked around the gym again. He didn’t spot Riley and only saw a few people still working out, one who had spent longer setting up the tripod for his phone than he had actually lifting anything. Brent shook his head. Obviously an empty gym was less of a disturbance for those influencers who needed to make content, but the fiddly set up must be getting in the way of actually working out. As he passed the content creator, he took back his last thought. As the guy lifted in front of his camera, his biceps bulged, a sheen of sweat making them glisten. This may not be his most productive workout, but the guy clearly put in the work to earn his following.
Brent stepped into the changing room and over to his locker. He stripped and placed his clothes on the shelf before taking his towel and wrapping it around his body. He avoided the mirrors as he walked to the showers, convinced that they weren’t an honest representation of his lean runner’s build.
When he had chosen this particular gym he hadn’t realised that it featured an open shower room. Once he found out he wasn’t sure whether it was a blessing or a curse. The opportunity to see fit men baring all was a blessing, the curse was the risk of being caught staring. His mind often ran over the potential for a little more than just a cheeky glance at times, but so far nothing had happened, and he wasn’t sure what he would do if the opportunity arose. He had heard urban myths about gym showers, but as many ended in intense hookups as ended in a shameful membership cancellation.
He chose a showerhead about halfway along the wall and it hissed to life as he stepped under the spray. Brent stood for a moment, allowing the hot water to cascade over his shoulders and ease the burn in his heavily worked muscles. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, enjoying the relaxing sensation. That’s when he heard the door creak and the footsteps that followed. Brent opened his eyes and turned towards the door. His heart skipped as Riley strode in naked as the day he was born.
“Hey again,” Riley rumbled. He confidently claimed the showerhead two down from Brent and turned it on, the water sluicing over his muscled back.
Brent knew that referring to him as being ‘built like a Greek God’ was a cliche, but having been to Europe earlier this year and now seeing Riley nude in front of him, Brent could confirm that in this case that cliche was well applied. His broad pecs were smooth and strong. His abs appeared as if carved from granite. The only difference was between his legs. Unlike the classics, Riley’s cock hung heavy even soft, the uncut piece of meat swinging with each step. He darted his eyes away from it but admired the trainer’s toned arms as he did so. He had previously imagined those strong arms and calloused hands gripping more than barbells but now seeing them exposed in front of him, Brent’s mind was reeling with possibilities.
“You usually in this late?” Riley asked, seemingly oblivious to Brent’s lingering eyes.
Brent swallowed, suds pooling at his feet as he forced himself to come up with a reply. “Yeah, most productive time to come.”
Riley chuckled, soaping his chest with slow, deliberate strokes. “True. Less busy and less interrupted for me. I used to come early mornings, but I think I’ll stick with nights now.”
“I get it. This place must keep you busy.” Brent was keen to keep the conversation going.
Riley’s eyes flicked over, lingering slightly on Brent’s now semi-erect dick. Brent cursed his traitorous body.
“You nailed that bench press tonight bro. Barely needed me to spot. You must be working hard.”
“Yeah. It’s feeling good.”
“It’s certainly paying off.” Riley’s eyes slowly moved over Brent’s body, and Brent noticed the lingering gaze. “It’s been a while since you’ve booked a session with me though. You working out with anyone? Or just lifting solo?” The hint of a smile that passed over Riley’s lips told Brent he was talking about more than just a workout. The double entendre hung in the steam of the hot showers.
Brent’s face burned hotter than the water. “Solo mostly. You available?”
Riley’s grin turned predatory, all white teeth and mischief. “Depends. What needs spotting?”
Brent raised his eyebrows. He had always worried about being found out. Had always wondered what would happen if one of the guys in the showers had clocked his interest. He didn’t expect it would result in any returning interest, least of all from Riley.
“Yes. I’ve noticed.” Riley continued, as if he had read Brent’s mind. He shut off his shower and sauntered closer, droplets tracing paths down his V-line to that thickening shaft. It had already grown significantly and Brent could tell there was more growing to be done. The skin had peeled back ever so slightly, exposing more of the slowly swelling head.
Brent gulped as the trainer approached, glancing down at his own rigid cock. He was by no means as big and unlike Riley his head was fully exposed but Riley’s eyes glanced at the solid slab jutting from Brent’s body. He didn’t halt his progress, or wait for a reply to his earlier question. He took another step forward and Brent was unable to tear his gaze away from the rippling muscle in front of him. He was inches away now, the heat radiating off him like a furnace. Brent’s pulse thundered. The room felt smaller, the air thicker.
Brent finally began to stammer a reply but Riley’s hand shot out, cupping his jaw. There was no roughness in his hold, only intent. His finger curled around Brent’s chin and tilted his face up.
“You’ve got that look, man. Like you’ve been hungry for a while.” His thumb brushed Brent’s lower lip, parting it slightly.
Brent’s cock twitched fully to life, brushing Riley’s thigh at the same time as Riley’s cock poked against his hip. No backing out now.
“Has it been a while Brent?” Riley asked, the roughness of his voice now sounding firm rather than lazy.
All Brent could do in reply was nod.
Now that he had permission, Riley didn’t waste any more time. He stepped forward and guided Brent back against the tiled wall, the cool tiles shocking against his wet skin.
“Spot this,” he growled, grinding his hips forward. Their cocks slid together, slick with water and pre-cum. Brent could feel the heat of Riley’s thicker length nestled against his own hardness. A gasp escaped Brent as their erections pressed together and for a moment they stayed against each other, enjoying the slick feeling of their combined hardness. But that wasn’t enough for Riley, he moved forward further, gripping Brent’s hip as he slid the entirety of his toned torso against him.
Brent gasped, hands flying to those massive shoulders, nails digging in as the first intense ripple of pleasure passed over his body and Riley’s mouth crashed down against Brent’s. The move was brutal and demanding, his tongue invading Brent’s mouth like he owned the territory.
And Brent surrendered, allowing Riley full access as his own tongue slid against it. A moan passed between them as they both enjoyed the pleasure of their first physical meeting. Brent felt the press of Riley’s body against him, the bulk of his muscle squeezing their cocks into the small space between them. He felt Riley’s fingers dig into his hip as he held him in place. But all too soon he felt the loss of Riley’s tongue as the trainer pulled back.
“You like that Brent?” Riley’s low voice vibrated against Brent’s cheek as he spoke directly into his ear.
All Brent could do in reply was nod, knowing that Riley would feel even the slightest movement as they were pressed together so closely.
“Good.” Riley spoke again before moving his hands up Brent’s sides. He slid along Brent’s torso and up his arms. With one more quick movement, Brent found his arms pulled up and pressed against the tile wall above his head.
Riley shifted his body back slightly, their hips still pressed together but he left enough space for Brent to make eye contact with him again. He could see the hunger in Riley’s eyes now and knew that he wanted this just as badly as Brent did. If only he knew just how long Brent had wanted it for. As they assessed each other’s gaze Riley wrapped his fingers slowly around Brent’s wrists, holding them together against the cold tile wall.
“Looking good, bud,” Riley said as his other hand traced slowly down his wet body.
“Admiring your handiwork?” Brent finally managed to speak.
“Do you mean this?” Riley ran his hand over Brent’s toned abs. “Or this?” His hand delved further, curling around their erections.
“Fuck!” Brent moaned, loud enough to echo, but Riley clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Quiet, or we’ll have company.” But his eyes sparkled with the excitement at the reminder of their forbidden location and he positioned their erections together in his hand and began slowly stroking their lengths.
“Fuck, you’re leaking already,” Riley murmured against Brent’s neck, biting down just hard enough to mark. Brent bucked, the combined sensations sending a jolt through him. Riley continued to stroke, expertly sliding his slicked up hand along their shafts and working his fingers over Brent’s ridge.
Brent leaned back against the tiles, incapacitated by the pleasure Riley was providing. He heard the sounds of the water echoing off the tiled walls and the soft slick sounds of the two hard cocks sliding together as Riley picked up the pace of his stroking. Now he squeezed a little more tightly applying pressure to the sensitive spot just below Brent’s head. Brent was surprised at the level of skill his trainer possessed.
Riley’s eyes glanced towards the door to the shower room. Thankfully it remained closed. Another benefit of working out late at night.
With the confirmation that they were still safely alone, Riley increased the efforts of his stroking again and renewed the assault on Brent’s neck. His grip tightened on their cocks as well as on Brent’s wrists, and both men could sense the rapid increase in pleasure. Riley moaned against Brent, giving away his arousal as he felt the reverberations through his chest and against his skin.
“You gonna cum for me, Riley?” Brent gasped out the words, hoping that by asking a question he might regain some control of the situation, or at least some composure.
Riley lifted his head, fixing Brent with a look that was full of undenied arousal. “Not until you do.”
Riley shifted his hand slightly, changing the angle so that his fingers slid fully over Brent’s head with each movement. He dropped his head further this time, moving past Brent’s neck and attacking one of his rigid nipples. His tongue flicked the bud and an instant jolt of sensation passed through Brent. His body stiffened and he knew he was close.
“Gonna make you cum first.” Brent’s body betrayed him and he knew Riley was fully in control. He thrust into the fist, toes curling on the wet floor. Riley jacked them both faster, thumb swiping over both heads in tandem. Brent’s sensitive slit wept, Riley’s skin slid against both of them.
The pressure built, coiling tight in Brent’s gut and sending a shudder up his legs.
“Riley—fuck—”
“Come on, spotter. Spot me.” Riley’s voice cracked, his own control fraying.
Brent shattered first, his orgasm ripping through him in white-hot waves. He grunted, unfazed by his own volume as cum fired from his pulsing cock, splattering against Riley’s abs. He gasped and moaned as the ecstasy overtook him and his body shuddered through his climax. Another shot fired and he heard the splatter of it landing between their feet. His body shook again before Riley slowed his pace slightly and the rest of Brent’s seed oozed out to coat Riley’s knuckles.
“Fuck yeah bud.” Riley spoke softly as he continued to stroke Brent’s sensitive but still hard cock. “My turn now.”
Riley picked up the pace slightly, mindful of just how sensitive Brent was at this moment. But neither of them wanted to let go. After a few quick tugs Brent felt Riley’s body tense against his own and with a guttural curse, ropes of hot cum painted Brent’s abs as Riley achieved his own orgasm. Brent felt the shudder of Riley’s body as each shot fired from his cock, accompanied by the feeling of another splash of hot cum against his body. After another long, deep moan, Riley finally slowed his stroking and the two men slumped together, panting, Brent’s forehead falling against Riley’s shoulder.
“Good lift,” Riley whispered, nipping his earlobe. The door stayed shut, no interruptions this time. “I think working out late at night paid off.”
Brent let out something between a gasp and a chuckle. “Maybe it can be your new routine?”
“Maybe.” Riley stepped back, turning on the showerhead beside Brent and rinsing the cum from his body.
Brent turned to face his own shower spray and did the same.
At the same time they turned the water off and walked towards the hooks to grab their towels. Riley opened the door and Brent quickly noticed the influencer from earlier sitting on the bench opposite the shower room’s entrance.
“Shit boys. I didn’t think you guys were gonna finish. Some of us want to actually shower you know?” He stood up, his towel wrapped low around his waist and pushed past them into the shower room.
Brent blushed and looked at Riley who just shrugged.
“Should I tell him he could’ve joined us?” Riley smiled before turning and walking towards his locker.
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