Rivulets of sweat coursing down Ryan Rose's shredded torso throw every ripped muscle into high relief. You can't believe his trainer, Trenton Ducati, doesn't try to capture a few drops on his tongue. But Trenton is all taskmaster as he guides Ryan's iron-pumping routine. A pat on the back at the end of the session escalates into Trenton copping a generous feel of those freshly pumped muscles. Then Ryan sticks his tongue out and Trenton sucks it. Now, Trenton begins to lap up Ryan's sweat. Trenton's hand pushing down on Ryan's workout shorts brings his perfect butt globes into view, one tantalizing inch at a time. They exchange fevered blow jobs, with Ryan demanding that Trenton fuck his throat. Then, Ryan's hole already lubed by sweat that's dripped down his crack, Trenton fucks him on his hands and knees. When they switch positions, they trade roles, and now Ryan drills the trainer's hole. All you see is the whites of their eyes as they erupt in jism. The cool-down is almost as hot as the sex, as they collapse in a long muscular embrace, stroking their hard ons.

When Angel Rock offers to spot Donnie Dean at the gym, he takes every opportunity to ogle and touch. They trade sly smiles as Angel hovers with his hairy pecs only inches from Donnie's matching torso. Then Angel snatches the shorts off of Donnie and a boner pops out. It calls for a deep, wet kiss. Angel puts his mouth to work on the rest of Donnie's hard and furry frame, doing things with his tongue that would get him arrested in 39 states. Now Angel's shorts come off, exposing his amazingly fat, long and curved endowment to Donnie's grasp. Donnie's tongue circles Angel's meat and then he deepthroats it skillfully. Angel takes control and fucks Donnie doggie style, his cock moving like a heat-seeking missile that repeatedly finds its target in Donnie's ass. Switching to a sit-fuck, Donnie shoot a stream of cum high in the air, then recovers to capture and savor Angel's load in his mouth.

Six-foot-four and shaved from top to toe, Angelo is a pale tower of muscle. His nine-inch cock is too big for his workout shorts, poking its sheathed head out inch by inch. That suits JR Bronson, another slab of muscle, just fine. He holds it while Angelo does his crunches, then sucks it afterwards. Knowing exactly what he wants, JR demands, "Eat my ass. Spit on it." He's limber enough from exercising that he can spread his legs real wide for Angelo's tongue. JR's sphincter is about the only muscle he hasn't exercised yet, so he straddles a bench and enlists the aid of Angelo's cock. JR's abs and obliques ripple as Angelo slams into him again and again, first on his feet, then on his back. Spurts of jism erupt from JR's cock, landing first on one hard thigh, then another, as his cock bounces from side to side. Angelo completes the final lap to orgasm by fucking JR's face until his body trembles and his balls heave. He spews his passion out on JR's face and mouth, then laps it all up.

Metal clanks as Jimmy Durano and Mike Anders go through their exercise routines. Mike is bent over a bench and his shorts have slipped low on his smooth hips to expose his crack. Breathing hard, Jimmy takes a long, lustful look. His abs ripple and his pecs flex. He moves to take possession and Mike rises to meet him, his sweat-damp skin needing to be gripped by a man's hand. They lock lips and reach for hard flesh. Mike's nipples are hard and Jimmy's huge cock and big balls are a challenge but Mike effortlessly swallows everything. Mike postpones getting fucked in order to have a go eating Jimmy's ass. Jimmy willingly sits on Mike's face, spreads his butt cheeks and shakes his booty. The sweat is flowing like rain when Jimmy finally sinks his cock in Mike's ass. Mike proves the adage that nothing improves a man's appearance as much as having a cock in his mouth, unless it's having one in his hole. Mike tries each twice, opting to cum on the floor while he sucks Jimmy's monster meat one more time and gets Jimmy's jism blast straight to the mouth.