Tony and I were finishing up our last set of chest flies. We had been lifting for about an hour, and both of us were feeling inflated and swollen with blood.
"I fucking love getting a pump," he said, standing from the machine and flexing his pecs. They squished together tightly, pushing higher in his tank top. The mounds of flesh were covered in his blond chest hair.
"Fucking same, bro." I said, feeling the pump in my own hairy chest as I took a seat at the machine.
I watched him stretch his arms out, eyeing his shaggy bro pits underneath. They were each busting full of brown armpit hair, glistening from sweat.
"God, I love feeling big. Does something to this guy too." Tony grabbed his cock and balls in his gym shorts, filling his hand with it. He had never addressed his dick so casually like that, but I liked seeing him grab himself. A dude being a dude. It was a manly and unashamed gesture. I had a cock too, flaccid and slumping in my shorts, between my legs. I could tell Tony's testosterone was raging. We both glanced around at the other lifters when he released himself, making sure no one had seen him grab it. No one had. We smirked at each other.
Afterwards, as we walked to the locker room, I turned to ask him, "Does your shit feel bigger or something when you lift?"
"My cock? I guess you could say that." He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Lifting bones me, dude. I pop wood like crazy when I get a pump."
"I didn't notice," was my response.
"That waistband tuck, my guy." He elbowed my side as we walked into the locker room.
I saw a couple guys as we passed through. A few bare asses and hairy guy cocks were exposed to our eyes, but there weren't as many as usual. The locker room was uncommonly empty for a Sunday morning. Tony and I opened our lockers, each pulling our bags out and rummaging through.
"You showering?" I asked him, taking off my sweaty shirt. My chest felt pumped and massive, nipples stiff with blood.
He pulled his tank top off, flashing his forest pits at me as he draped a towel over his shoulder. "My girl will kill me if I come home smelling this rank." Tony dropped his shorts and underwear. It was the men's locker room. Men got naked in here. His dangling cock and testicles were in full view for everyone, especially from me standing in front of him.
If your cock was out, every guy looked, so obviously I assessed his. It seemed thicker, as if softening from a boner. His schlong was four and a half inches and circumcised, his pubes brown and bushy, exploding over the shaft. Tony's ball bag held two big testicles, the left lower than the right.
He saw me looking and chuckled, not intimidated by my eyes, knowing that every guy looked at exposed cock in here. "You coming?" He shoved his bag into the locker, snapping it closed, waiting for me to get naked with him and drop my shorts.
I pushed them down, stepping out when my clothes landed on the floor. I felt Tony's eyes on my prick. Like his, my pubes exploded over my shaft, also brown. My cock was more flaccid than his, and four inches soft. I had a set of man testicles hanging below my shaft, the right one lower.
We headed for the showers, keeping the towels over our shoulders. The two of us strutted through the locker rock buck naked, flaunting our maleness to the men getting dressed. One guy was fully clothed and gathering his stuff to leave. Another two were naked beside their lockers. They all looked at our dongs, mentally comparing our dicks to theirs.
After hanging our towels on hooks, we walked into the showers, a communal style set-up. The shower heads bordered around a white-tiled room, open and free so that every guy could see each other lathering their dicks, asses, and pits. There were no curtains or partitions. Post-lift showers were a group affair.
One guy was in the corner rinsing off the suds on his body. He turned, seeing us come in and I looked at his uncut, flaccid dude cock between his legs. He had a trimmed black bush over the massive six-inch shaft, with a set of sizeable nuts on him. He saw me eyeing his johnson. He lifted his chin at me in greeting, and smirked. I returned the gesture, then saw his eyes lower to take a glance at the pisser between my thighs too.
Tony turned a knob at one of the showers and the metal head above clapped on. The water jetted onto the tile, and he stepped into it. I used the one beside him and stepped into the warm water.
The liquid cascaded down Tony's pumped, hairy chest, onto his stomach, and down into his mass of brown dick hair that soaked and flattened. The water slicked the length of his penis and fell like a waterfall from the head of his cock. He saw me looking again when he grabbed the soap. He looked at mine as well.
Tony lathered his arms. He showed off his pits again, soaking the hair in foam, then lathered his cock. He stuffed the bar behind his scrotum, lathering his stinky gooch. He pulled it out and tossed me the soap to lather up. He used the suds on his hands to stroke his shaft clean. His dick flopped, slapping his balls, as he worked the length of it with soap.
We cleaned our naked guy bodies, every few seconds catching each other glancing out of the corner of our eyes at one another. It was a typical occurrence to get eyes in the communal showers, and I kind of liked that my boy was looking at my shit. I felt my shaft fill with some blood as I finished soaping it up. Hopefully, I wouldn't get a massive erection. Would be a little awkward.
As I turned to rinse off, the other guy who had been showering with us was leaving. I caught his eye walking by. He tilted his chin at me again, in a farewell, and I returned it. His eyes dropped to my cock again, and I felt his gaze on my shaft. He raising his eyebrows when he looked back at me. My heart skipped a beat. He was checking it out. I acted casual, running my hands over my head, letting my eyes drop to his large, swaying prick too. He smirked at me when I caught his eyes again. Then he left. My penis tingled with arousal.
For a few minutes, Tony and I soaked in the water beside each other, every so often casually glancing at each other's cocks between our legs, but otherwise not saying much while we showered. As I tilted my head back under the water, I heard Tony's voice beside me.
"Yo." I turned and looked at him, moving out from under the rain of water over me to hear him better. "You trying to beat off?"
"Right now?"
He smirked, "It'd be a rush, dude. We could unload quick before anyone comes in again."
"Bro, what if someone does?"
