THE BET III

Half an hour later, Julio and Raúl were walking toward the gym for their daily training.

They were two specimens who drew attention because of their physical build. Broad, muscular shoulders and arms over powerful pectorals, fully visible, since they only barely covered their torsos with two loose tank tops that hardly reached their navels.

Raúl, for his part, was wearing sports shorts, and Julio tight white leggings, so worn that they were almost see-through and completely revealed the crack of his ass and the two straps of the jockstrap around his worked buttocks.

On their way they passed in front of the gym on the Avenue, their eternal rivals and intimate enemies, since both shared the neighborhood and stole potential clients from each other.

Besides, as we have said, Julio and Carlos, captains respectively of their wrestling teams, were eternal rivals, always embroiled in conflicts and arguments that they resolved with bets that, inevitably, Carlos always lost.

“Why do they have that cactus logo?” Raúl asked as they passed by.

“Well, they have an inner courtyard and in the center grows a huge cactus that was already there when they opened the place. That’s why they took it as their symbol.”

At that moment Carlos came out, gave them a brazen up-and-down look, and greeted them mockingly. “See you later, couple. Later I’ll stop by your gym. And you and I will arrange my proposal for the new bet.”

“Accepted, of course, hahaha...” Julio answered carefree. “Anyway, you’re going to lose like always... hahaha...” he added without stopping.

“See you later, studs,” said Carlos, ending the conversation and fixing his gaze on the great ass Julio’s tight leggings showed off.

He even noticed that some passersby were turning around and taking photos of him with their phones.

When they arrived at the gym, the guys were sharing the photos Raúl had sent that same morning to the WhatsApp group, not knowing that the ass and asshole in question belonged to Julio himself.

“Fuck, man, what amazing photos, hahaha... close-up. Every little detail.”

“Hahaha...” Andrés laughed while commenting that he had sent them as a joke to his girlfriend and had put them as the screensaver on his office computer.

“We assume they’re AI downloads, right, Raúl? hahaha... We don’t see you getting that close to a guy’s ass. hahaha...”

Raúl smiled, looking at Julio, who looked back at him slyly and added jokingly, “If that hunk has that ass, I can imagine what his package must be like. He must be a real stud.”

No one suspected yet that the ass was his.

Each one got on with his task, keeping up his training routine. Weights, cardio, treadmill, machines, and all kinds of exercises, finishing by practicing wrestling techniques before ending the day.

Back in the locker ro...