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from behind him. The two wrapped their powerful arms around him and went to town on his ass.
    It was all-consuming. Two cocks rubbed back and forth in his gut, stretching his asslips to their max while probing deep inside to massage his prostate in the most exciting ways. His own cock drooled and twitched between his smooth belly and Raphael’s rippled abs. Bradley had pulled up their shirts so that their naked torsos could slide together. Raphael continued kissing him all the while.
    The pair of cocks worked in aching rhythm for a while, then alternated as one pulled almost out, then pushed deep as the other withdrew to hover at his tenderized asslips. He couldn’t hold still with all that action and began to hump and squirm between them, gurgling around Raphael’s buried tongue and snorting for air. He outdid himself, grinding his flushed white ass downward and taking both cocks to the balls.
    Tommy floated in a miasma of muscle and sweat and cock until he felt his orgasm rising up to abruptly overcome him. He grunted around Raphael’s tongue as his cock spewed between their mashed bellies. The two cocks in his ass thrust faster all at once and he realized the other two were about to follow his example.
    â€œAwesome hole, Tommy,” Bradley crooned in his ear as he pulled out and let loose his own spray of cum.
    He hosed Tommy’s ivory-white butt crack as Raphael pulled out and did the same. Another jet of nut juice splattered his sweaty ass. The three of them writhed around on the bench as their balls drained and their hearts raced.
    When they were finally spent, Raphael broke their kiss and smiled up at him. “I think we’re done for the night, Tommy. Good work.”
    Tommy, somewhat shell-shocked from the totally surprising experience, blurted out the one thing no one might have expected of him.
    â€œHow about one more?”
    Raphael and Bradley howled with laughter. Then they lifted him up, placed him on his back on the bench press and hooked his legs behind the bar. His battered ass and stretched pink hole were exposed and ready.
    Then they proceeded to give him what he wanted. One more.

THE ROPES
Gregory L. Norris
    H e’d hated gym class from the day a phys-ed coach in green shorts barked at him to scale the rope, higher and higher. Nick was a monkey as a kid and had climbed all of the tall pines and many of the maple trees in the backyard and surrounding neighborhood, even one of the towering oaks. But the most he managed on the rope was a few feet off the shiny parquet floor. Rope wasn’t branch, and it burned his wrists. His breath boiled in his lungs. After that morning, gym stopped being like recess and was no longer fun.
    This gym was different. He was here by choice, and the membership was yet another perk of his new job in the city. School was over by two full years and a handful of months, and Nick Canfield wouldn’t have to put up with any ridicule—or ropes. Still, memories flooded back as he toured the facility and breathed in the familiar stink of male sweat, a narcotic haze that hung over the men’s locker room.
    â€œâ€¦cardio machines and aerobics,” blathered his guide, one of the gym’s managers. “Spinning class if you have the raw dedication.”
    The balls, in other words , thought Nick. Oh yeah, he did.
    He drew in a deep breath of the male scent that infused the men’s locker room at Fit Physique, the gym in his new neighborhood just north of Boston, and tipped a glance at the nearest mirror. At twenty, the last of his baby fat was on its way out, and Nick mostly liked what he saw: neat dark hair, attractive face, and a body ready to be sculpted by regular visits. He could work out after clocking out at his new job in concert promotions, and on weekends. Nick, who didn’t know a lot of people apart from work, might make some friends, pick up a workout buddy, maybe more.
    A dude dressed only in a towel strutted into