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After the shower Ricky dressed and headed home. He worked some shifts at one of the coffee shops by the beach and had some the next few evenings and wanted to get his  stuff ready for it.

I changed, heading to the gym to do some back and biceps. It was empty when I got there, neon motivational quotes stamped onto the wall. I stood for a few minutes, checking myself out in the mirror beside a luminous green, 'Never give up!'.

I felt cute. I had put on a powder blue gym tee, a black pair of shorts. I was starting to like the way I looked, appreciating the small amount of muscle growing on my arms. My legs had started to gain definition, I was starting to admire my ass -

'Looking good man,' called out a voice from the entrance. I looked around and it was the same guys who had rescued me from the bench my last visit.

I felt the blood rush to my face , as I looked down at the ground, giving them a thumbs up, 'Cheers' I shouted back, my voice not quite as solid as I would have liked. 'Fuck. Why did the hot guys at the gym have to see that. Probably laughing at me flexing.

'Give us a shout if you need a spot on anything! Have a great workout!' the shorter of the two called out.

The paranoid part of me wondered if they were laughing at me. 'No,' I reassured myself, ' they don't know you, so why would they. They're just being nice. Don't get in your head' I squeezed my fists and took a calming breath before moving over to the low row, a little unnerved it was in front of the squat rack where these two guys were getting warmed up.

I steeled myself, and did my warm up set, focusing on contracting my scapula like Jake had taught me. Making the motion good and controlled. Taking my break after the first set I looked at them.

The pair of them were lean, but well defined muscles were obvious even in their loose tops. They couldn't be older than 25 I thought. The taller had one side of his hair cut short, the longish almost viking blonde hair swept to the side and styled, aN almost rugged face, faint gold stubble highlighting the shapely jaw.

His friend though had much neater brown hair, a slight fringe  flicked to the left. His face was slightly rounder, big eyed, slight button nose. Cute.

The taller one stepped behind his friend as he took the weight and started squatting. I had a moment of jealousy as I saw him warm up with my finishing weight.

As they both bent down, the taller almost spooning his friend, their arms were on obvious display. Both of them had quite intricate sleeve tattoos. The smaller had what looked like a flock of birds going up his arm, black and white, with beautiful shade work making each one stand out. One small bright red one flew in the middle of the flock seeming to weave between the birds. The larger was some kind of sea scene, with large tentacles grabbing onto what seemed a boat, bright and filled with colour.

They re-racked and switched places. I returned to my workout. Tired and sore, I headed to the cardio area. I took off my shoes and began to do some kicks on the bag, working on my turning and half turning kicks. It wasn't long before the other pair popped in.

'You were looking strong today,' he said,his voice deep, almost gravely. 'You had good form, good range of motion'. He and his friend took off his own shoes and they put on a pair of straps.

'Thanks,' I said shyly, ' I think you were warming up with my finishing weight'.

The younger one laughed, his voice a little higher and full of warmth 'I wouldn't compare yourself. We've been doing this for a bit longer. And Peter is a bit of a fitness freak - pushes me hard'

He stood by the bag as Peter began to start a timer on his phone, 'You never complain Micky' he muttered, signalling for him to start. Micky's foot slammed into the bag at full force, loud echoes filling the small room. I took this as a good time to continue, adding the sound of my own kicks to the racket.

A small bell chimed, and Micky stopped, sweat staring to break on his temple. I paused at the same time as Peter took Micky's space, kicking what seemed even harder, but not quite at the same speedy pace.

Micky jogged over to me, panting. 'Hi,' he raised a hand, panting, 'I'm Micky. I've seen you here a few times'

' Stephen' I gasped, raising my own.

'Hi. Sorry, tell me to fuck off, but thought you might like some advice. Sorry I run a taekwondo club.' he said half smiling, half apologetically. 'Try putting your knee across the bag when you kick. ' He raised his knee, chambering it and flicking his foot out. 'You're stopping here, at the edge of the bag, so I makes a loud noise, but it's really just a slap.

He moved his knee a few inches to his left.  'If you try from this position, you'll actually kick into the bag, not slap the surface' demonstrating a second kick that didn't make quite so much noise that time, but seemed more solid. He waved again, ' Sorry again for interrupting, hope it was okay.' as he slunk back to his own bag as the timer went off again, jumping into another flurry of kicks.

Nodding I decided to try it. I paused and steeled myself, pushing with all my night, twisting my hips, bringing my knee against the target and extending -

My foot slapped against the target and I bounced off, leaving me sprawled on the floor. Peter gave me a hand up, 'Dont worry, ' he reassured me, ' it takes practice.' he chuckled. 'That's happened to me a few times as well - you're okay yeah?'

I nodded, getting back up and trying again, bracing my core a bit more, and getting some more moderate success. 'Thats more like it,' Mickey laughed as he spun into a back kick on the bag.

I enjoyed the rest of my time there, Peter and Micky giving me a few more tips. Eventually though I waved them off. 'We're here most afternoons' Micky shouted after me, drenched in sweat and smiling 'feel free to join us if you see us'

I went into the changing room, grabbing some paper towels to wipe the sweat on my eyes, and spent ten minutes just catching my breath. As I came out I saw that Peter had taken his top off, wiping his brow from the sweat. The man was ripped, his chest covered in dark hair, sweat dripping down him. Micky finished his set  and walked over to him, placing his hands on his chest.

Micky whispered something to Peter, which he grinned at. Micky kissed him, deeply, his hands rubbing over his chest. Peter broke away, grinning. He looked around and grabbed Micky's hand, walking through the gym towards me.

I panicked, I didn't want them to think I was watching. I mean I was, but I didn't want them to know.

I ducked into the changing room jogging to one of the toilets and closing the door over. I peeked through the gap. The two of them burst in, Peter kicked off his shorts  and threw it in a pile on the bench. His dick was huge, fully erect, it must have been like 8 inches. He began kissing Mickey's neck

'Wait,' Mickey paused, 'what if someone's here?'

'Theres no one here' Peter said, still nibbling Mickey's neck, 'Now get naked'

Mickey kicked off his own shorts and shirt, revealing his own toned figure. He ran to the shower, almost slipping on the wet tiles. 'Oh shit,' he laughed, 'Peter get the lube'

Peter reached into their bag and grabbed a bottle following him in, the two of them laughed as the curtain closed. After a few minutes laughter turned to moans.

I looked down, to see there was a wet patch bit on my boxers, but on my shorts. I felt dirty, this was their time, I shouldn't be listening.

That didn't stop me moving closer, listening.  I pulled my dick out, behind the partition, listening to the moans behind the curtain.

Faint groans, 'Peter, fuck. Just like that. Your dicks hitting just right. Don't stop.'

A sound of bare skin being smacked filled the room, as the groans got louder. I was jerking along to this, as fast as I could. The image of the two of them together in the shower, Peter holding Mickey down and fucking him. I covered my own mouth as I started groaning, spewing into my own hand.

I took a moment to pull myself together realising I hadn't caught it all in my hand, and had stained the front of my shorts. I grabbed some toilet paper and crept out, leaving them to finish.

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