Tim's white, but toothy grin made itself present as he set in motion, what he called, "Do What Men Want", in the three men's minds. This was certainly going to be fun for the magic man.
Suddenly, Pete couldn't stop thinking about his girlfriend and certain times they spent together; namely, what they did in bed. He knew where he was, and suspected that he had an audience, but he couldn't help but think of what he would do with her when he got home that day, nor could he stop himself from getting an erection from it. Then, before he could think of something less erotic, his hand began to stroke his five inch erection; it was smaller than he'd have liked it to be, but, as they say, don't mess with sucsess, and his girlfriend seemed to like it that size.
David, who was normally much more inconspicuous in public when it came to admiring other guys, couldn't help but become entranced by what he saw; here was a complete stranger stroking himself off in a public place with only other guys around. True enough, he was normally embarressed to watch such a spectacle, and would have normally tried to get the guy to stop or leave, he couldn't help but keep his eyes firmly on the masturbation session that was going on beside him. He didn't even notice his own erection until he felt the slight warmth on his belly button; unlike Pete, genetics had been very gracious towards David, his cinnamon colored cock nine inches long and throbbing. Much like Pete though, he found himself masturbating at the sight of Pete's much paler erection, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Ryan, who was dead tired from all the exercise that he put himself through, just wanted to go to sleep; so, thanks to Tim, he did, slumping back onto the warm, tiled wall. However, just for the fun of it, Tim decided to make Ryan become erect as well, six inches long and as thick as a can of pop.
Though Pete was, at first, completely in a world of his own while watching the mini-movie in his head (mostly about what he and his girlfriend would do when they got home), a slight snore from Ryan pulled him back to where he was: in a gym steam room with three other guys...one of whom was looking directly at his penis...and stroking his own at the sight! Pete was, understandably, upset. "What the fuck man?! What the hell are you doing?!", he said, though strangly not noticing that he was still stroking himself off.
David's normally brown face just got darker as he was caught red handed, though he too didn't stop stroking his cock. "I, I-I, um, uh,", caught speachless, it was all he could do to say, "We-well, you aren't stopping now, are you?", pointing to Pete's still throbbing member and stroking hand.
"What?! I'm not jerking of for some...", Pete angrely exclaimed before looking down and realizing that David was right. With what seemed to be a titanic effort, he pulled his hand away from his cock and stood up, his still erect cock bouncing in front of him. "Faggot", he finished, making for the door. David was at a loss for words.
And of course, Ryan just slept through this, snoring occationally while he did.
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