"Jeez, Cam wasn't kidding about Ricky... he's terrific!" Carlin whooped as the four entered the empty locker room.
"I can't believe he showed us his three cock rings! Right on the gym floor! Cam only wore two!" Richard grinned.
"And those tats of his on his shoulders - same as Cam... must be some secret society, or something..." Cruz grinned at the others.
"Yeah! The MuscleFucker Trainers Guild!" Joze slapped Cruz on the back.
In a few moments the quartet of young men had stripped naked and their hard and hard-earned bodies gleamed with exertion and sweat. All of them were engorged with lust; each steel-ringed cock was swollen and weeping pre-cum onto the linoleum floor and bobbing in time with their heartbeats. Cruz spoke up first, voicing the thoughts of all of them.
"Guys, we can't wear those pouches looking like this ... we'll never get them on without our dicks sticking out...."
Joze licked his lips. "Well, there's only one way to take care of that, bro...." He knelt down and began to suck the other man's cock. In a moment, Richard knelt and took Carlin's eight-inches down his throat. The young men established a gentle whipsaw motion with each other and in a few moments, Cruz and Carlin groaned as they unloaded a hot and heavy load down their companions' throats. The quartet rotated through the orgy, making sure that each one was serviced by the other three at least once.
"Damn, that felt good!" Cruz plopped down on the bench, closed his eyes and grinned. He licked a bit of the silvery goo from the corner of his mouth and smacked his lips.
Richard cleared his throat. "Ummm... guys... we still have the same problem..." Each of the young men was still rock hard and dripping, despite the rounds of oral sex.
"Okay... we go to Plan B... let me grab some HyperLube!" Carlin wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried into the supply room to get an economy-sized jar of the greasy material. He quickly returned and opened the container; the strong smell wafted into the locker room, and if possible, all four cocks grew even larger. Each young man slathered his tool with the lubricant and packed each other's holes with the slick and creamy material as well.
The quartet followed the same process as before - each young man was fucked by the other three until everyone's guts were filled with at least three loads of jism. Finally, their erections began to soften. Cruz levered himself off the bench and stood - the silvery goo began to drip out of his ass and make a puddle on the floor.
Carlin spoke up. "We better put in our plugs. We gotta keep this stuff inside of us." Each young man opened their lockers and removed a large and soft bronze-colored buttplug. Despite its size, each of them were able to easily insert the dildo into their chutes; their assrings closing around the smaller neck, and leaving only the narrow, curved flange between their powerful glutes.
"Ahhhh..." Cruz reveled in the fullness the plug gave him. "We'd should take a shower before we go back out - we all smell of sweat, cum and HyperLube - no sense in letting everyone know what we just did."
The four agreed and went into the industrial washroom, soaping themselves up and washing off the evidence of their orgy. Joze smiled. "I love the smell of this soap. I wish I knew where they got it from." (The soap was also spiked with transanabol and erotropin, in a special base to greatly increase it's transdermal absorption, ed.)
Once they returned to the locker room, the quartet toweled themselves dry and proceeded to pull on the posing pouches. They were made of a thick, silky material that provided additional support to their packages and enhanced their endowments by a considerable amount.
"Fuck... we look spectacular! We're really going to have everyone in the gym staring at us in envy!" Joze turned around. "Does the plug show?"
The other three shook their heads. "Bend all the way down for a sec." Joze grabbed his ankles and Cruz slid his hands over the satiny material covering the other's tightly-muscled ass. "Just a tiny bit. No one is going to notice unless you stand like that. When you're moving, it's invisible. It'd be worse if you had all that cum inside of you leaking out and making a mess!"
The four gave each other high-fives and sat down to put their canvas sneakers back on. "Let's go and finish our workouts! I feel like a million bucks!"
The quartet strutted back into the gym floor amidst wide-eyed stares. They gave all the onlookers big grins and continued with their regimens for the rest of the morning.
* * *
Ricky was as good as his word. After the group had taken showers (again), the four young men and the Latino trainer strolled down Varick Avenue until they reached the tattoo parlor. All of them entered the shop and Ricky greeted the heavily inked and well-muscled owner behind the counter. After a rapid-fire conversation in Spanish, Ricky explained that the four were here to get their ears pierced.
"I tol' Manuel to pick the best type of earrings for each of you. He's a true artiste an' you are gonna be real happy with the results. He's also gonna give you a bunch of semi-permanent tattoo sleeves - that'll give you a chance to see if you like that look. Sin costo. No charge." The four looked shocked at their windfall. Ricky grinned at the four. "Somethin' else to look forward to when you get to the next level!"
Manuel examined each young man and nodded to himself. In a few moments, each sported earrings that truly brought their appearance to the next level. Richard got a pair of diamond studs; Cruz got a pair of gold huggie earrings; Joze also got diamond studs, but in a square cut and Carlin received thin gold hoops; three gold hoops of graduated sizes pierced his left ear, and a medium sized gold hoop pierced his right. Each of the four were amazed at how such simple pieces of jewelry added tremendously to their presence and virility.
"You chicitos happy?"
"We love them, Ricky!" Richard hugged the massive trainer. "This just makes us even more determined to keep improving so we can get nip rings and ink!"
