The heat of the shower stayed with him for a minute. The warm water ran down his chest and legs, gleaming under the change room lights. It was a tickling sensation, mixed with the breeze of the air conditioning, and it left him wanting for the towel beside him. One swift gesture found the towel wrapping itself around one leg, clinging to the dampened, radiant skin. He guided the towel down and back up the umber skin of his leg before moving onto the next, and of course gave care to his package between the two. He brought the edges around his waist and secured it, content to dry his chest after he found his briefs. Even after weeks of embedding the same old routine into his body and mind, somehow Kevin always found comfort in that post-workout shower.
The maroon spandex shorts slid up his legs and under the towel, with a pair of white capri shorts soon to follow. The fabric hugged his thighs even as it slid up to his groin. He found the right comfort now to remove the towel, and began to run it along his arms. Even as it carried away the moisture of the shower, his skin shone just as bright as before. The same proved true with his pecs, but exposing them back to the cool air left his violet nipples hardened. It was hardly an issue for him; as he soon demonstrated, they were bound to perk out even under his tight, indigo tee. It would be a shame to him if they didn't show, for what good is an outfit he picked out if there wasn't at least a subtle eroticism to it?
His gym bag was packed, and his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. With that, he departed to the club room. The timing for the nerd squad - what was their name on paper again? - was nothing short of convenient for Kevin. Tuesdays and Thursdays only had the one class in the morning, so he had all the time in the world to eat and work out before 3 pm rolled around. Not to mention, having almost three hours just to jack off or get some attention from one or more of the guys made the day all the more pleasant.
He mused to himself on how he barely needed to wear pants in the first place, when he reached room 404 and sauntered in. Nick had the front of the room to himself, but was just lazing about. Harry was further back, and he must have only just arrived. He had caught him with his hand retreating from his backpack, pulling out his laptop. Bill sat opposite of him today, fiddling with his phone. Cyril hadn't shown just yet, it seemed.
Bill was first to greet him, followed by a quick glance up and down Kevin’s figure. “You look pretty toned; was today a workout day for you?”
“Sure was,” he replied. “Con season’s coming up soon, so I need to be in shape for it.”
“Oh that's right, you said you had some new cosplays this year, right? Are you doing new shoots for those?” It was no secret to the club what Kevin did for a bit of extra cash. After all, he offered them a discount and a few freebies, even when he already gave them a lot more personal benefits than his fan base.
“Wouldn't be racking in the cash if I didn't.” He pulled up a few reference photos from his phone, and showed off a few of the more complicated sections of the newest set of cosplays he had lined up. Much as he enjoyed getting paid to take these outfits off in front of a few cameras, he was especially passionate in making the outfits. It was part of what drew him to college, and the like minded crowd certainly helped.
Cyril joined them in conversation almost immediately after arriving, and gave due attention to Kevin’s figure just as fast. “What's wrong with you, Kevin? You should be at the vet’s with THESE sick pythons!” Cyril groped Kevin's arms, and Kevin took the invitation to flex with delight.
“What can I say?” He was revelling in the validation. “I'm always happy to take center stage.” He took a look back at Bill, and caught him averting his gaze in a panic. He grinned from ear to ear. He slipped himself out of Cyril’s grasp and over to Bill’s backside. He slid one hand down to Bill's ass, caressing it, and leaving Bill flustered. “Seems like someone else here has been keeping fit too, hmm?”
Cyril gave the scene a hearty laugh. “I can't believe you still get worked up over this stuff, Bill!” Cyril jumped around to Bill's front and landed on his lap, working his hips against Bill’s thighs. Somehow, Bill's face turned an even deeper red.
“I'm too used to a ‘look, don't touch’ kind of mentality,” he stammered. “You guys are just so much more open about this; it's hard to keep up!”
“You can always tell us to back off if it's too much,” Kevin noted.
“Don't you dare--" Bill gasped. One adventurous finger gave a clear sign of where Kevin was looking to go next. A moment of hesitation, before Bill pulled away just a bit. “Alright, THAT might be a bit far right now; I didn't come prepared for that.” The finger retreated, but Kevin's hand still cupped Bill's ass.
“Fine by me,” Kevin noted. “But you did come prepared with these buns, and I--"
“You're looking for a cheese dog.” Bill gave him a tired look. “With extra CHEESE, it sounds like.” He and Kevin glanced over to see Nick giggling with the dorkiest grin on his face, not to mention his briefs tenting out of his undone fly.
“Well,” Kevin said, “Maybe before we get to the main event, let's set the stage a little.” He lifted his glasses from his face and set them down on the table. Harry lifted his head from his open laptop, but was feverishly clicking around all the same. Kevin gave him a wink, before he wrapped his arms over his chest and down to the hem of his tee. Gently, slowly, tormenting, he pulled his shirt upward to reveal the chocolate skin beneath. Cyril and Nick cheered him on, and Bill just seemed to quietly enjoy the show. Kevin's pecs fell out from under the shirt’s confines with a bounce, his nipples perked out. One swift pull brought the fabric over his head, and he tugged it down past his arms as he brought them back down.
He stopped for just a moment to take the shirt off his arms and to make note of the furious tapping. “You getting all this down, Harry?”
“Don't stop now,” was the response back. “This is some good shit; keep it up!” Kevin just shrugged as he threw his glasses back on. One hand made its way back down his chest, gliding slowly down the skin. The other hand came down faster, one thumb running over his lilac nipple, then down his smooth, yet defined abdomen. He unbuckled his belt, and slid the leather through the loops of his capris. Nick had a twenty waving in the air -- no, a fake twenty. Monopoly money? Kevin just continued his strip tease, rather than questioning why Nick had Monopoly money in his back pocket.
One hand reached under his pants, groping and stroking his member from beneath his trunks. The other fiddled with the button of his fly, making a show of it. He lets himself slip once, twice, then pulls the button out properly. He could see Cyril mouth out the words, the drama, and had to hold back a chuckle. He made the remaining buttons look less troubling, and once his fly was wide open, he pulled both hands to the sides of his capris, and brought them down at the back. A hearty cheer came alive as the maroon fabric covering his cheeks had been exposed. He bent down and shook his ass, biting his lip. He switched gears and thrust his crotch out to Bill, who was left with an eyeful of Kevin's cock outlined against the half-removed pants. That changed swiftly enough, as Kevin pulled down the capris by the belt loops and left only a layer of spandex between Bill and his hardened tool.
“Well? Like what you see?” He knew he didn't have to ask, if the blood rushing to Bill's face was any sign. “Or do you want a better view?” Kevin shifted and turned his waist, flaunting his bulge from every angle.
Bill's impatience got the better of him. “Alright, quit teasing me!” His fingers slipped under Kevin's waistband and brought down the briefs, and his cheek met the hardened shaft that sprung up from beneath. He flinched and pulled back, but brought himself back to the head of Kevin's dick. His tongue massaged the underside, rubbing back and forth. His lips followed suit, back and forth. Kevin could feel his foreskin push back, and then something wet and warm slip between it and the bottom of his cock head. He smirked, and his hips started to rock back and forth, easing his cock further into Bill's mouth with each push.
“Damn,” Cyril exclaimed, “you're really giving him a mouthful! Are you even planning on pulling outta there?”
“I said I'd set the stage. It's no fun for either of us if I'm giving him a dry bone.” He pulled out of Bill's mouth. One breath, then another, and Bill was shoving the hard, umber rod back down his throat. “Speaking of ‘dry,’ are you just gonna sit and watch forever?” He pulled a hand up and slid his tongue between his outstretched index and middle fingers. Cyril beamed, and pulled down his pants and boxers in a rush.
“You gonna talk all day or are you gonna put that silver tongue to work?” He jumped onto the table beside Bill and Kevin, and spread his legs wide, exposing his slit. Kevin leaned in and gave Cyril’s hardened cock a gentle lick. Then another. One hand reached to Cyril’s ass and pulled him in closer. Cyril’s hand was on Kevin's head, guiding him inward. Kevin clued in, slipping his tongue in between Cyril’s lips, and working up and down the inside of Cyril’s hole, digging deep as it could go. Cyril bit his lip. He gave a few thrusts forward, trying to push that hot tongue deeper into his pussy.
Bill, on the other hand, had pulled himself off Kevin's cock, and stood up. “Alright, I think it's time for the main event, right?” He slipped out of his sweater vest and unbuttoned the sky blue dress shirt below. His belt unbuckled, and he let his pants drop to the floor. The bulge in his briefs looked painful, but he quickly relieved himself of the confines covering his package. His dicks stood at attention to the scene in front of him, but only for a moment, soon to be turned away as he stuck out his ass to Kevin. His cheeks nearly matched the flush on his face.
Kevin pulled away from Cyril, and lined his cock into Bill's crack. “I dunno why you act so reserved; all you have to do is ask, and I'll give you what you want.” He grinned. He brought his cock back against Bill's hole, and then ran it back over again. Bill gave a quiet moan. Kevin pulled back and forth over his hole again, and again, and again, and soon he built up his rhythm. He puts his hands on Bill's waist and guided it closer to him as he continued to tease Bill's ass.
Cyril brought himself to Bill's face, and sat down in front of him, hole and clit in full view. “Want some salad to toss with that hot dog?” He rubbed himself up and down in front of Bill. “Go on, you know you want some!”
“That's a bold assumption to make--” Another moan. “I mean, you're not wrong…” Another moan, suppressed. Bill took a moment, but he found himself in Cyril’s lap, working his tongue over the wet slit in front of him.
Kevin dug deep and worked his cock roughly against Bill's hole. His hands found their way onto Bill's cheeks and clasped them closer together. The extra friction from Bill's buns forced a groan from Kevin's mouth. Cyril mimicked the ecstatic expression, as Bill pushed his tongue inside of his pussy. Their moans created their own rhythm as they continued to tag team Bill, and Nick began to harmonize with them on the side. Harry's typing could still be heard as their show approached its climax.
Cyril began to shove Bill's face deeper into his crotch. “Come on, just a little closer..!” He dug deep into the wet hole with his tongue, as it grew tighter around him. Cyril’s moans became louder, higher, more frequent, and with one shout, he pounded his mound into Bill's face. His juices squirted out, on Bill's tongue and around his lips. When Cyril pulled back, Bill just looked up and licked his lips, before his own moans caught up to him. Kevin's thrusting had picked up its pace.
“Better tell me now where you want it,” he gasped, “or you're getting this load all over your back.”
“Where am I supposed to take it right now?” Bill's confusion was lifted as Cyril turned him by the shoulders to meet Kevin's cock face forward. He opened his mouth wide, watching Kevin jerk his pole. He received his reward, as Kevin lifted his head back and let loose a string of ivory cum right onto his tongue. Rope after rope of jizz followed that one, some less accurate than the first. One small glob found its way to Bill's glasses. A small sputter leaked from Kevin's purple head, and Bill knew it was time to clean up. His lips wrapped over the head as Kevin patted his hair.
“Nice job there, Bill. You really put on a show for everyone.” He took a look back at Nick, who had reached his own climax at some point between. He waved a cum-drenched hand at the two. Harry was still typing furiously, but it was clear by his expression he was ready to switch gears. Kevin looked back down at Bill, who was already back on his feet and reaching for a tissue.
“You were the only one trying to put on a show there,” he replied. “I was just having fun, more or less.”
“That's your idea of fun: being sandwiched between two guys?” Kevin gave him a lecherous grin. “I mean you know I love it, but you'd never think a shy guy like you would be into that.”
“More like you'd never expect him to get it,” Cyril jumped in. “It's always the shy guys that are the biggest freaks!” He panicked just as the words came out of his mouth. “Sorry, I didn't mean… Like when it comes to what you're into doing, not…”
Bill rolled his eyes. “It's fine, I know what you meant. You're not the first guy to say something like that.” He pulled up his pants. “To be honest, I thought you'd call me out on that Hulk thing again.” Cyril and Bill's faces were both awash in a bright flush.
“You boys done flirting yet,” Nick interjected. “We should probably get some club activities going before we're done for the day.”
“I dunno, Nick,” Kevin said. “I'd say that little show was our club activities for the day.” He slipped back into his underwear with one tug.