Screams of the orgasmic closet homosexuality.

These are the guys in the gym at 10PM, grunting erotically at each other to pump harder while one dangerously lifts too much damn weight freestyle. Then, the inevitable loud scream, the clang of dropped barbells, and a brief respite while they wait to do it again.

I hate the gym sometimes.

They hit the communal shower afterwards, forget ye not.

Blister juice adds that extra special something to fine foods.