Pedro and Caleb had just finished their laps at the local pool, their bodies still buzzing from the cool water and the competitive edge that always crept into their swims. "You barely beat me today," Caleb called over the cubicle wall as they dried off, his voice laced with that familiar competitive smirk. "Lucky the water was cold, or I'd have left you in my wake." Pedro laughed, adjusting his towel. "Keep dreaming, mate. My backstroke alone would smoke you any day."
They chatted easily through the thin partition, towels wrapped low around their waists, nothing underneath. Caleb, feeling bold, climbed onto the bench in his cubicle and peered over. Pedro didn't notice at first, still rummaging for his clothes, until his towel slipped free. Caleb's eyes locked on the smooth curve of Pedro's ass, and a spark of heat flared in his chest.
"Nice ass you got there, mate," Caleb joked, voice dropping an octave, playful yet edged with sudden hunger. Pedro spun around, face flushing red as he snatched the towel back up. "Shut it, you perv," he shot back, but there was a grin tugging at his lips. "Eyes on your own cubicle next time."
Caleb wasn't laughing anymore; he was horny now, the glimpse igniting something raw. He pulled on his pants hastily and slipped into Pedro's cubicle, surprising him. "What the hell—" Pedro started, but Caleb turned him around firmly, yanking the towel away again to admire that ass up close. Pedro let it happen, heart pounding, the air thick with tension.
"Let's have some fun," Caleb murmured, shedding his pants. They dropped to their knees in the cramped space, trading blowjobs with eager mouths—Pedro's lips wrapping around Caleb's hard cock while Caleb returned the favor, tongues swirling and hands gripping. Soon they were sweating and panting, horny as hell, asses slick and dripping with spit as they took turns fucking each other hard against the bench.
Caleb thrust deep into Pedro first, then switched, their bodies slamming together until they both came in hot, shuddering waves, cum mixing with the sweat on their skin. They collapsed in a tangle, breathing heavy, the cubicle echoing with their satisfied groans.
As they caught their breath, Caleb leaned in close with a wicked grin. "Round two at my place later? This was just the warm-up."
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