Jake wiped the sweat from his brow, his 22-year-old ex-rugby frame still pumped from deadlifts in the dim gym lights. As a gym rat, he lived for the burn, but tonight something else stirred. He spotted Alex, the average guy fumbling with dumbbells nearby. 'Hey, need a spot or just auditioning for the wallflower club?' Jake quipped, flashing a cocky grin. Alex smirked back, sharp as ever. 'Says the rugby reject who flexes more than he lifts. What's got you all hard and bothered, big shot?' Their banter crackled with wit, tension building like a coiled spring. 'Careful, average Joe, or I'll show you why they call me the gym god,' Jake shot back, but his eyes lingered. Alex leaned in, voice low and teasing: 'Prove it then, ex-jock. Locker room, now.' Panting with sudden horniness, they slipped away. Jake dropped to his knees, hungry, his mouth finding Alex's hard cock in a slick blowjob that made them both sweat. Alex's ass clenched as Jake worked it deep, precum dripping wet down his shaft. 'Fuck, don't stop,' Alex groaned, gripping Jake's hair. The scene exploded toward climax, cum threatening as they panted, bodies slick and desperate for release.
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