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They came to the gym to train, two toned twinks in tight tank tops and shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Reps turn to stares, glances linger too long, hands brush during a shared set. One flexes on the bench, sweat glistening on his chest, the other leans in to spot him — lips close, breathing heavy. Not from the workout. The air crackles. Then it snaps. One pulls the other behind the rack, mouths crash together, tongues tangled, hands down shorts, cocks already hard and leaking. No more waiting. They lock the supply room door, drop to their knees, then onto the mat — shirts off, shorts kicked aside, bare skin on cold concrete. No condoms, no hesitation. One bends over, back arched, legs spread. The other lines up and pushes deep — raw, thick, relentless. Pumping harder, faster, balls slapping, moans echoing off the steel shelves. One cums inside, hot and full. The other follows, painting his abs. They wipe down more than just equipment. Two boyfriends. One workout.