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  1. Soren Kraft

    Chapter 5

    Thanks 😃 Nothing planned for those two... so far
  2. Saturday morning arrived with a different kind of tension humming through the small Vienna gym. Patrick stepped inside at 6:30 exactly, the glass door shutting softly behind him. The place already felt transformed. The new air conditioning units hummed quietly along the back wall, cool air circulating evenly for the first time all week. He knew this was the final day of the install. Mike had mentioned it yesterday. Patrick changed in the locker room with a slow smile, pulling on his gym outfit.
  3. Friday morning the gym felt charged, like the air itself was holding its breath. Patrick keyed in at 6:30 on the dot, the quiet click of the glass door echoing in the empty space. His body still carried the memory of yesterday’s shower, Mike’s thick thighs clamped tight around his cock, the way the handyman had moaned openly while Patrick fingered him open under the hot spray. Patrick had jerked off three times last night, each time imagining sinking all the way inside that hairy, muscular body,
  4. Aww thank you... I feel honored! 🫶🏼
  5. Thursday morning the gym felt smaller, the air already warmer even before the sun rose over Vienna. Patrick stepped inside at 6:30, the glass door clicking shut behind him like a secret. His body was buzzing from the night before. He had replayed the shower scene in his head until he fell asleep, Mike’s thick, hairy cock sliding between his lips, the taste of his cum still faint on his tongue hours later. Patrick had come twice in his own bed just thinking about it, but the ache had only deepene
  6. Wednesday morning felt thicker somehow, the Vienna sky still dark when Patrick keyed into the gym at 6:30. The air already carried a faint trace of warmth from the previous day’s work on the new AC units, but the real heat was the one simmering under his skin. He had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Mike’s rough hand wrapped around his cock, the dark hair on those thick forearms, the way Mike’s green eyes had gone glassy while he stroked him off. Patrick had jerked himself twic
  7. Tuesday morning arrived with the same crisp Vienna air and the same quiet hum of the empty gym. Patrick pushed through the glass door at 6:30 exactly, gym bag over one shoulder, already feeling the low thrum of anticipation in his chest. Yesterday had left him restless all evening. He had checked SPARKR three separate times after work, but the blank profile stayed silent. No reply to the SPARK, no message, nothing. Yet the green dot had been on until late. Patrick had jerked off in his apartment
  8. Shame on you! 😘😅
  9. Don't use my stories as an excuse not to exercise... 🤣
  10. The gym in Vienna’s 7th district was one of those rare 24/7 places that felt more like a private club than a commercial chain. No reception desk, no staff after nine at night, just a sleek glass door that unlocked with a phone tap and a quiet hum of air vents. The space was small, maybe two hundred square meters of polished concrete and mirrored walls, but it was packed with everything a serious lifter needed: heavy dumbbells up to sixty kilos, a squat rack that never had a line, and a row of ca
  11. In a quiet Vienna gym at dawn, Patrick’s perfect routine gets disrupted by a rough, irresistible handyman.
  12. Thank you! 🫶🏼 We'll see if there will be a sequel... 😶‍🌫️
  13. Arno stood there on the gym floor, the crumpled note still clutched in his hand, his heart pounding with a mix of disbelief and elation as the words sank in. The reversal was poetic, Anna's own venomous phrase turned against her like a mirror reflecting her ugliness back. The gym's ambient noise: weights dropping, machines whirring, seemed to fade for a moment as he processed it, a grin slowly breaking across his face. He glanced at Fernando, who leaned against a nearby machine with that knowing
  14. Fernando stirred awake in the quiet of his apartment, the morning light filtering through the curtains in soft beams that danced across the rumpled sheets. He reached out instinctively, his hand searching for the warmth of Arno's body beside him, but found only empty space, the indent from where the taller man had slept still faintly warm. A slight heaviness tugged at his groin, a reminder of the chastity lock still secured around his cock, the metal cool against his skin, preventing any morning
  15. Soren Kraft

    New Horizons

    Thanks 😃 Glad you’re excited for a sequel; I’ll do my best not to keep you all waiting too long. Thanks again for the kind words and for sharing the love on GayAuthors!
  16. Thanks for reading 😃 Glad you enjoy my stories! 🫶🏼
  17. Thank you! Wow you are really binge reading everything right now! 🤓😍
  18. Thanks for reading, your reactions and the feedback 🫶🏼
  19. Thank you 😃 Hope you'll enjoy the other stories as well!
  20. Arno and Fernando emerged from the locker room after their showers, bodies refreshed and skin still tingling from the cool water that had washed away the sauna's lingering heat. The gym floor was buzzing with the usual evening crowd: weights clanging, treadmills humming, the air thick with the scent of effort and rubber mats. Arno adjusted his gym bag over his shoulder, his tall frame moving with purposeful strides, deliberately keeping his gaze forward to avoid any accidental eye contact. There
  21. Arno woke gradually, his senses pulling him from the depths of sleep not by an alarm or the bustle of the city outside, but by the rich, aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. It was a familiar comfort, one he had grown accustomed to in the last couple of days back when he shared the flat with Anna: her morning ritual of grinding beans and filling the kitchen with that invigorating smell. But here, in Fernando's bed, the aroma seemed even more enticing, deeper and more
  22. Thanks @Howzat... 🤓😈
  23. Arno stirred awake in Fernando's bed, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains of the Chueca apartment, casting a soft, golden hue over the tangled sheets. His body felt heavy with contentment, the remnants of their passionate night still lingering in the faint ache of his muscles and the warmth of Fernando's hairy arm draped loosely across his waist. Fernando was still asleep beside him, his beefy chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, dark hair matted slightly from swe
  24. Arno woke up the morning after his intense night with Fernando feeling a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion, his body marked by the subtle reminders of their play: faint red lines from the flogger on his hands where he had gripped too tightly, a delicious soreness in his muscles from the gym and the bedroom combined. The sun streamed through the cracks in his blinds, casting striped patterns across his bed, and he stretched slowly, his tall frame unfurling like a cat after a long nap, his uncut
  25. Arno returned to the flat in the quiet hours before dawn, his body still buzzing from the intensity of the night with Fernando, every muscle relaxed yet alive with the afterglow of their encounter. The apartment was silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, and he moved carefully to avoid waking Anna, slipping into his room and closing the door with a soft click. As he undressed, folding his clothes neatly over the chair, he replayed the moments in Fernando’s bed: the wa
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