"Oh damn, I think someone's coming." Said Bill as, in a panic, he pulled his member from out of my mouth and began trying to tuck it back into his baggy shorts. With the sounds of someone approaching from behind the lockers growing closer, I quickly got up from my knees and sat on the locker room bench, annoyed that we'd been interrupted before I could swallow down Bill's load, especially as I was pretty sure I knew who was about to walk around the corner.
Sure enough, I was right, and Dean, Bill's boyfriend and my best friend, walked into view. Seeing the both of us there, me on the bench panting, Bill turned away to hide his bulging crotch from view; it's amazing he didn't immediately suspect something. Instead, Dean gave us one of his signature wide and trusting, beaming smiles. "There you two are! Sorry I'm late; I decided to come in my workout gear last minute, and then traffic was a nightmare." He said, as obviously to what he'd nearly walked in on as ever.
"Don't sweat it, babe; we were just getting changed ourselves." Said Bill, who still had his crotch pointed away and was also panting and dripping with sweat. It's amazing that even a stupid cuck like Dean didn't pick up on anything being amiss, but to ensure he didn't, I chimed in.
"Yeah, bro, no sweat. Why don't you get started with your workout, and we'll get finished up here and join you in a bit." I said with a smile, hyperaware that at any moment my best friend might notice my wet lips or the spit trickling down my chin.
Dean, however, proved as clueless as ever. "Great idea, man! I'll get started on the weights while you two finish. Don't take too long, though. I'll need one of you to spot me." He said as he stored his after workout clothes in a locker before turning and walking through the door to the gym.
Almost as soon as the door to the gym room had closed behind Dean, I immediately fell to my knees again in anticipation of Dean's boyfriend giving me his cock, and sure enough, Bill had immediately turned back towards me, freed his still rock hard member from his shorts, and fed it back into my awaiting mouth.
As I took his cock fully into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down on it, Bill groaned and cursed. "Fucking hell, dude, you're such a better cocksucker than him; it's fucking unreal." He said as he met my sucking by thrusting his cock in and out of my throat.
Shooting him with a smirk as I briefly come off his cock to take a breath, I replied, "That's what all his boyfriends say," before diving right back onto it, taking him down my throat until his pubes were tickling my nose. That was all too much for Bill to handle, and with a roar so loud I was sure Dean must have heard, he shot rope after rope of his load down my gullet, which I enthusiasticly swallowed down.
Once we'd cleaned ourselves up, gotten changed, and made out for a bit, we walked into the gym, both convinced that we were about to be confronted by Dean, as he surely must have heard us. Instead, we were greeted by the sight of Dean mid-workout, earbuds in, oblivious to the world. Noticing us in the entranceway, he shot us a smile, not stopping his workout or pausing the music playing in his ears.
Bill and I exchanged a look, and I said to him, knowing his boyfriend couldn't hear us, "What a stupid cuck." Bill laughed uproarously in response as we made our way over to join Dean in his workout. Once he'd finished his set and removed his ear buds, Dean asked us about what I'd said to make Bill laugh so much. I smirked at him and said I told him the same joke that I tell all his boyfriends. Bill laughed even harder at that one, and poor old Dean was even more confused, but that was hardly anything new.
