Flex

Sweat gleamed on Tyler Marks's skin as he powered through his reps, muscles straining under the gym's harsh lights. His gaze snagged on Pete Ross across the room, the man's thighs flexing with each deep squat, ass clenching in a rhythm that screamed invitation. Tyler's pulse quickened. He sauntered over, breath ragged, and before words could form, hands gripped hips, bodies collided in a heated grind against the squat rack. One bold touch sparked the blaze; clothes shoved aside, Tyler thrust into Pete with urgent hunger, their grunts echoing off the mirrors. From nearby machines, Jason Spear and Jason Kingsley froze mid-stride, eyes locked on the raw display. A sly grin crossed their faces. They unzipped without a word, cocks springing free, thick and throbbing, stroking themselves as they closed in—eager wolves scenting fresh meat, ready to claim their share of the frenzy.