by M.J. Rose
Short Fiction/ Erotica/Contemporary/Multi-partner/MMMM
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First gay encounter in the showers! Terry’s got nothing more exciting going on his Friday night than the usual workout at the gym. That is, until three of the big dogs come along to teach him a whole new, erotic meaning for how to pump hard, gleaming muscles until he feels the burn—and a great deal more.
“I couldn’t help noticing you were busy with that alone time we’d talked about before,” Rick said, squeezing out a dollop of shampoo.
Terry’s face flamed with the heat.
“Don’t sweat it,” Rick went on, setting the bottle on the ledge where Terry had set it and working up a lather in his hands. “I was planning on doing the exact same thing myself when I got home tonight. But now I think I have a better idea.”
To Terry’s shock, Rick reached out and slathered the foamy shampoo on his bare chest. The smooth, silky soap let the man’s hands glide along his flesh, and Terry sucked in a sharp breath.
“What are you doing?” he rasped.
“Turn around.”
The words were gruff, more of a demand than a polite request, and Rick followed up it by taking hold of Terry’s torso and twisting him so his body was again facing the shower wall. There, his hands went to work on his back, rubbing up and down in slippery trails from his shoulders down to his ass.
Terry groaned despite himself. His little fantasy about Tina had him hot and ready for pleasure, and right then, he discovered his cock didn’t give a damn where it came from.
Rick leaned close and massaged Terry’s ass. “Fuck, I’ve wondered for weeks whether you’d like something like this,” he whispered into Terry’s ear. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you like it.”
Terry gasped as Rick moved around to grope his straining cock. More shampoo had found its way into the man’s experienced hand, and he used the lubrication to milk Terry’s swollen dick. He gave a slight twist each time his palm closed around the bulbous, mushroom head, and Terry began to pump his hips against the delicious feeling.
“Say it,” Rick spat, gripping the base of Terry’s cock without continuing to stroke it. “Tell me you want more.”
“Fuck, yes,” Terry said. “I want more.”
Rick gave a satisfied grunt and began stroking again, alternating his hands to work magic on Terry’s hard prick.
“Don’t stop,” Terry muttered, fucking the man’s fist harder. “It feels so fucking good.”
Terry could feel Rick pressing tighter against him. The other man’s hard cock pressed bodly against his ass cheeks. Rick began to rock against him, moving his hips so he could work his dick up and down between Terry’s soapy ass cleft.
“Damn!” came a voice from behind them. “What the hell’s all this?”
