Finjen

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Brock. I thought you would be sick of losing by now?” came a laugh. Brock whirled around from securing his bike to a chain link fence. His  hazel eyes narrowed to glaring slits as he saw his taunter was none other than Andre. Andre and Brock had been doing marathons for years and the young men were bitter rivals. It frustrated Brock to no end that he hadn’t yet managed to defeat the dark haired French Andre that moved like a cheetah.

The gym was peaceful, as peaceful as a gym could be with the clanging of weights, grunts of exertion from the gym members and the blaring music. Tyrone considered himself the king of the gym, as he was the biggest guy in the gym and as a result the other members gave him a wide birth to let him do his thing. Sitting at his bench curling dumbbells that were bigger than some people’s heads, Tyrone was in his element. The music of his large headphones making himself oblivious to everything other than himself.

Kendall stood in the bathroom, flexing and admiring himself. Kendall wasn’t huge muscular wise but was all about the ‘aesthetic life’ and had quite a chiseled body, which was slowly being covered by an ever growing vine tattoo. There was still a little bit of redness around the latest flower added to the vine and Kendall knew that soon he’d had to have more vine added to make space for more flowers. Thinking about all the flowers made him smile and his cock twitch as each flower represented a girl he’d slept with.

The two late teens stood in the barn eyeing each other off, letting the sexual tension build between them as they looked over each other, fantasizing about what was to come. They were on Felix’s farm and this encounter was his idea. Felix was the younger of the two, slightly smaller with scruffy, light brown hair that stuck up from his head, his hands tucked into his overalls to stop himself from rushing the moment by touching himself or Henry. Henry was taller and leaner than Felix, with neatly kept blonde hair.