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They’re not alone anymore. As their lips part, the faint clank of locker doors swinging open announces two more figures stepping into the haze-filled room: Marco, tall and lean, towel slung over one muscular shoulder, pauses mid-stride when he spots the pair. His dark eyes flicker with curiosity—and something more. the biggest, fattest cock. Jens, shorter and stockier, follows close behind, water droplets still beading on his broad chest. He grins, sensing the charged atmosphere. Marco leans against a neighboring locker, arms crossed. “Everything all right here?” he asks, voice low, but his gaze lingers on the two at the center. The tension ripples through the air. Jens steps forward, towel falling to the floor, revealing sculpted abs. He brushes damp hair from his forehead and offers a slow, knowing smile. “Mind if we join?” Neither of the first two says no. Instead, their shoulders brush as they shift aside, making room. The room seems even smaller now, steam swirling around four bodies pressed in close proximity. Marco reaches out, trailing a finger along the curve of the first man’s arm—light, teasing. Jens mirrors the gesture on the taller man’s shoulder, thumbs tracing tiny circles. Breath catches all around. From just inside the doorway, Erik, the gym’s resident sprinter, stops to watch. He tilts his head, a spark of mischief in his eye. Without a word, he steps in, adding a fifth presence to the circle. The five of them form a loose ring, each one’s pulse echoing in the hush. Hands drift from shoulders to backs, fingertips brushing across damp skin. All at once, they lean in, sharing whispered words of welcome and want. In the dim, fragrant glow of cedarwood soap and warm tile, the locker-room has become something else entirely: a hidden sanctuary where stolen glances flicker into confident reaches, and a simple after-gym routine gives way to unguarded exploration—together.