The echo of metal clanks against metal, punctuating the rhythmic grunts of the lone gay man in the deserted gym. He's alone, but his body responds as if it's not. His cock tents his shorts, throbbing in time with his pulse as he lifts, lowering the barbell slowly, feeling the burn in his muscles, the ache in his balls. His mind's eye fills with images of rough, hairy chests, of strong hands guiding his head down onto a thick, veiny cock.