Patreon Compilation – Fic#46 – Gabriel+Soldier76 – thicc trans Reaper; voyeurism; body positivity – Look At That Body (Patreon)

Jack should be pushing weights, but he is distracted.

He hasn’t even made his way to his bench yet, just hides behind some big equipment, staring out from between metal bars at the quite frankly obscene sight that is Gabriel Reyes lying on a bench and stemming weights.

It is early in the morning and only Hanzo has made his way inside the gym besides the two of them, sequestered somewhere in the back with music plugged deep into his ears to dissuade anybody from striking up a conversation with him.

That leaves Jack able to stand and stare at his own leisure at the man that must clearly have been working out for quite some time now as his clothes are soaked in sweat.

Clothes that are… or should be… illegal. He doesn’t even know where Gabriel dragged the top and shorts combination out from. The top is wide with a deep neckline that shows off the tight, furred swells of his pecs, and when he sits up to grab a bottle of water to the side, Jack can also see his sides through the wide arm holes. He might as well not be wearing a shirt at all; yet, as wide as that one is, as skin tight his shorts seem to be.

It can’t be comfortable, he is pretty sure; the fabric is digging into the meat of Gabriel’s impossibly thick thighs, the crotch and creases of his thighs dark with sweat – and when he leans back to resume his workout, feet planted apart for better purchase, knees whorishly spread, his cunt his outlined with such a perfect kind of clarity that Jack has to reflexively reach down and grab his cock through his own way looser pair of shorts.

He can’t believe this. He can’t believe this is actually happening. He’s been drooling after Gabriel for… a few decades now, but he’s never had this perfect opportunity to just sit back, relax and watch the magic that was this man’s body.

While Jack had grown in height during SEP, Gabriel had grown in muscle mass. He is a wall of firm, impossibly meaty limbs; stocky and gorgeous. The fact that he is stealthy on top of it all has Jack’s cock start to get wet at the tip. He’s always had a competency boner. He wonders idly as he quietly watches the show and squeezes his clothed cock, if Gabriel is the reason for it in the first place.

Gabriel’s biceps tremble and strain as he carefully pushes the weight back up, and then deposits it once more in order to scratch at his chest thoughtlessly. The motion displaces the fabric enough that Jack can see his dark, tight nipple exposed to the cool air; a hard little nub that makes his mouth water.

He’s a dirty old man; he knows as much, but he doesn’t think Gabriel would mind if he knew that he were standing there and ogling him. Maybe he would even enjoy the attention, but Jack doesn’t want to risk having this vision end early just because he had to pull attention on himself unnecessarily.

As he watches, Gabriel stands. For a second he thinks that he might be switching to a different equipment, but he only punches in a code at the end of the weights, and the gentle color they take on afterwards alerts Jack to him having made them a bit lighter.

He frowns and can’t quite figure out why Gabriel would do so, but he is sitting back down on the bench so he really can’t complain.

Gabriel has a much easier time pushing them now, of course, and his reasoning behind the actions only becomes clear when Jack realizes the weird way Gabriel is starting to curl his pelvis.

Instead of keeping it perfectly still, he begins curling it upwards slightly, making Jack pay more attention to the obscene way his shorts are clinging to his crotch, wet and molding to the form of the meatiest cunt he’s ever seen.

He’s been able to sneak peeks in the showers, of course, but there is something even more naughty about hiding himself away and seeing it through the thin layer of fabric. He is pretty sure that Gabriel is not wearing any underwear underneath.

In his mind he thinks that maybe Gabriel is angling for it; to let others see his perfect, stocky body. 

As he stares, he becomes aware of Gabriel’s cock – a slowly growing bulge at the apex of his fat cunt – and suddenly everything clicks into place.

Gabriel is getting off on it. He moves his hips so he can drag his cock against the clinging, sweat wet fabric of the shorts, and he does not need any weight to distract him from the sensation of rubbing his T-dick against basically nothing.

He is still stemming the weights but it is rudimentary only. Jack presses one big hand against his mouth, watching in fascination how Gabriel’s cock is growing; very obviously outlined and obscene looking as it twitches and Gabriel gasps.

If his cunt is getting any more wet it is impossible to tell.

Gabriel is making soft sounds now as he stares resolutely against the bar of the weight he’s stemming, sweat beading along his hairline while he keeps curling his sturdy hips and tries to get himself off like that while Shimada is basically in line of sight even though he is focused on himself and probably wouldn’t care either way.

Jack is squeezing his cock, slowly jerking himself as he watches.

A few minutes in Gabriel rests the weights to reach down and grab his short, loose top to push it up and make it bunch in his armpits, exposing his thick upper body.

He doesn’t have a tight washboard belly, but instead one solid wall of muscle. It makes Gabriel look even meatier; sturdy to a point that Jack knows he’d have trouble stemming this man.

Gabriel’s pecs are just as round and prominent;  with small, dark nipples that make Jack’s mouth water. He wants to bite at them and hear Gabriel howl.

As he watches, Gabriel rests the weight yet again, though this time it doesn’t look like he is going to pick it back up any time soon.

He is arching his back, chin angling towards the ceiling as he cups his right pec with one hand and the other slides down, fingers spreading around the jut of his cock against the wet fabric of his tight shorts.

Jack thinks, irrelevantly, that Gabriel will have to rip them apart to even get out of them again. They are digging into the thick muscle of his thighs and holding on for dear life as Gabriel starts to slowly rub thick, blunt fingertips along the lips of his fat cunt.

Jack doesn’t think he’s ever seen a cunt as gorgeous as Gabriel Reyes’. Meaty and hairy in a very nicely groomed kind of way. He’s had to hide boners for as long as he can remember, watching Gabriel shower, his hand sliding down to wash his pussy, spreading the fat lips and flashing the dark red insides.

Jack is imagining them now, hidden beneath the dark fabric of Gabriel’s workout shorts. He can’t see any underwear outlined; he’s pretty sure Gabriel has opted out of it with the express purpose of getting off during his morning workout routine.

Gabriel is rubbing his thumb across the tip of his cock and wheezes long and drawn out, his whole body taut as a bow string.

He is squeezing his pec, pinching his tight nipple between two fingers, and Jack fucks against the palm of his hand, wishing that he’d be the one doing it. With his teeth.

Gabriel looks… breathtaking. Stunning.

Jack wonders how often he’s done this; gotten off like this, worshiping his own thick body in the wee morning hours right here in the open; maybe with a member of the team just off to the side, none the wiser like Shimada is right now, going about his own business.

Jack can smell Gabriel now, too; thick and salty, a mixture of his sweat and the musk of his fat cunt as he cups it now and squeezes it in his big palm, then starts dragging his fingers up and down the plump slit, coaxing the fleshy lips to spread farther apart beneath the fabric.

He lets go off his pec now to be able to keep jerking his cock while his other hand is busy trying to nudge his wide fingers into himself through the fabric. It’s just teasing, all of it, but Jack can’t help but wonder if Gabriel would dare to fuck himself on a toy if he had one available right now.

Gabriel is bringing himself up to a peak again and again, but never letting himself orgasm as far as Jack can tell who has by now wet through his own shorts, dragging his palm across the wet tip of his cock in slow, measured circles that try to match the self-indulgent rhythm Gabriel has going.

And then suddenly… Gabriel just stops. He sighs and stretches and sits up, making Jack nearly trip over himself to duck more properly behind the equipment he’s using as a hiding spot.

Gabriel grabs his stuff and stands, unashamed of the bulge of his cock, clearly erect and clearly visible as he takes off to the showers to maybe finish there what he’s started.

Jack wonders if he’s dreamed all of it.