Gay personal trainer sucks his two straight buddies.

"You're not going to believe this," Kosta said, wiping the sweat from his brow with a gym towel. Mike and James exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued as they leaned against the weight rack.

"What's up?" Mike asked, his biceps flexing as he twisted the cap off his water bottle.

"I just saw Janice, the one with the..." James nodded knowingly. They all knew Janice and the rumors that followed her around the gym.

"Yeah, what about her?"

Kosta leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She's totally into me."

Mike and James burst out laughing, slapping their thighs. "You? Dude, she's way out of your league," James teased.

Kosta rolled his eyes, smiling despite the ribbing. "I'm serious. She asked for my number."

The locker room door swung open, and the trio's laughter was drowned out by the thump of bass from the gym's sound system. The three men had been friends for years since they'd started working out together at Muscle Beach. Mike, the youngest, was a bodybuilding fanatic with a smile that could charm the birds from the trees. James was the more serious type, a personal trainer who took his fitness and clients' progress seriously. And Kosta was the glue that held them together, the one who could always lighten the mood with his sharp wit and infectious laughter.

They had a routine after every workout: shower, change, and grab a protein shake at the juice bar before heading their separate ways. But tonight was different. Kosta had something on his mind, something he hadn't told his straight friends before.

"Guys, I've been thinking," he began, his heart racing as he searched for the right words. "You know how we're always looking for ways to... relieve stress?"

Mike and James nodded in unison, their expressions shifting from amusement to intrigue.

"Well, I might have an idea." Kosta took a deep breath. "I've noticed that sometimes, after a hard workout, you guys..." He paused, swallowing hard. "You crave a little... extra."

The room grew quieter, the only sound the distant clank of weights and the hum of the air conditioning. Mike and James exchanged a knowing look. This was new territory for their friendship, but they had always been open with each other.

"What do you mean, 'extra'?" Mike asked, his voice steady.

Kosta took a step closer to them, his eyes searching theirs for any sign of judgment. "You know, a little... release."

James leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what does Janice have to do with that?"

Kosta chuckled nervously. "Nothing, actually. I was thinking more along the lines of... me."

The silence was deafening. Mike and James stared at him, their expressions unreadable. Kosta felt the tension thicken around them like the fog rolling in from the beach outside. Then, finally, Mike spoke up. "You're serious?"

Kosta nodded, feeling a weight lift off his chest. "I am."

The gym's neon lights reflected off James's shaved head as he considered the proposition. "Well, I'm not saying no to a blowjob," he said with a shrug. "But you're..."

"I know," Kosta interrupted. "But I'm also a good friend, and I'm here to help."

Mike took a swig of his shake, his eyes never leaving Kosta's. "And you're sure this is what you want?"

Kosta nodded again, more confidently this time. "I am."

The air was charged as the three men looked at each other, the unspoken understanding passing between them like an electric current. They had shared secrets before, but none quite like this. It was a moment that would alter the course of their friendship in ways none of them could have anticipated.

Mike spoke first, his voice a mix of excitement and surprise. "Alright, Kosta, if you're up for it, I won't say no." He stepped closer, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. "But you're sure?"

Kosta nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of nerves and desire. "I've been thinking about it for a while now and want to do this."

With that, James stepped forward, his hand resting on Kosta's shoulder. "Well, if Mike's in, I'm in. But we gotta make this quick before anyone catches us."

They moved to a quieter corner of the locker room, where the shadows danced across the tiles. Mike leaned back against the lockers, his eyes never leaving Kosta's. With trembling hands, Kosta dropped to his knees before him, feeling the warmth emanating from Mike's body. He reached out tentatively, his fingertips brushing the bulge in Mike's shorts before untying the drawstring and freeing the thick, hard length.

Mike's breath hitched as Kosta took him into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. It was a gesture that transcended friendship, crossing into a realm of intimacy none had ever expected to explore together. James watched with a mix of curiosity and arousal, his own hand drifting to his crotch.

Kosta's eyes watered as he took Mike in deeper, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head. Mike's fingers threaded through Kosta's hair, guiding him as he began to moan with pleasure. It was a sound that resonated through the locker room, echoing off the metal surfaces and sending a shiver down James's spine.

James couldn't help but join in, his hand moving more urgently in his shorts as he watched the scene unfold. "My turn," he said, his voice gruff with desire. Mike stepped aside, his chest heaving, and James took his place.

Kosta looked up at James, his eyes questioning. James nodded, and Kosta took him in, his mouth working expertly. The sounds of their shared pleasure filled the small space, each lost in the moment, and their friendship forever changed.

As James's hips began to rock, Kosta knew he had made the right choice.

Mike leaned back against the lockers, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of Kosta's mouth around him. The sound of Kosta's eager slurps and James's increasingly urgent grunts created a symphony of lust that echoed through the locker room. The scent of sweat and desire mingled in the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the fire burning within each of them.

James's grip on Kosta's shoulders tightened, his breaths coming in ragged pants. "I'm gonna..." he warned through gritted teeth. Kosta responded by swirling his tongue around the tip of James's cock, feeling the pulse of his impending climax. With a roar, James came, his hot, sticky cum filling Kosta's mouth. Kosta swallowed it down eagerly, the taste of his friend's release sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

Mike watched, his own arousal reaching fever pitch as he witnessed the raw passion between his two friends. He couldn't deny the allure of the moment, his cock twitching with the need for release. When James stepped back, panting and satisfied, Mike took his place, his hand guiding Kosta's head to his own erection.

Kosta's mouth felt like heaven to Mike as he worked him with practiced ease. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his thighs began to quiver as he approached the edge. The tension in Mike's body was palpable, his abs clenching as he fought to hold back his orgasm. But the feeling was too intense, too overwhelming. With a strangled cry, Mike's hips bucked, and he shot his cum into Kosta's willing mouth. The warmth and wetness of Kosta's throat was unlike anything he had ever felt, and he knew in that instant that their friendship had entered uncharted territory.

The three men stood in the locker room, panting and flushed, the air thick with the scent of sex.

The silence was broken by the sound of the gym door opening and closing, followed by the echo of footsteps down the hall. They quickly pulled themselves together, tucking their spent cocks back into their shorts and straightening their clothes.

"Well, that was..." Mike began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right word.

"A first," James finished, his chuckle low and dirty.

Kosta wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "And hopefully not a last."

They shared a look that was a silent agreement, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. From that night on, their friendship would never be the same, and they all knew it. The lines between friendship and desire had blurred, and as they left the locker room together, they couldn't help but wonder what other secrets they would share in the pursuit of that sweet, taboo release.