Xander & Joey Dane Do It

Xander spots Joey’s bulge through chalk-stained shorts mid-set, slamming the barbell down. “Fuck reps,” he rasps, palms already tugging his own dickprint. Joey grins, wiping sweat off his brow—game on.

No locker room. No shower. Xander drops to the gym floor, yanking Joey’s waistband with teeth as the bottom straddles his face. Tongue drills Joey’s hole raw, spit dripping onto bench press pads. Joey retaliates, throatpiecing Xander’s cock till tears stream—spotter be damned.

Flip. Xander mounts Joey doggystyle, iron-grip on his hips, slamming into him as weights clang nearby. Joey’s screams sync with each thrust, clawing at rubber flooring till Xander’s cum floods his guts. Debris? Joey’s workout wraps with Xander’s load splattered across his ”gains face”—dripping off chin, lips, eyelashes.