He’s in love,” he declared with absolute certainty. He moved toward his son with purposeful strides, each step causing the thick muscle of his thighs to press against each other in a rhythm that seemed to command the very floor beneath him.Harry turned at his approach, a genuine grin spreading across his face. Gay sex Beneath it all lay a deep, genuine pride—not just in the impressive physique Harry had built, which was in many ways a reflection of Max’s own life’s work, but in the confident, unapologetic way Harry inhabited his body, owned his desires, and embraced the attention he generated without shame or hesitation.And as Harry stood there, bathed in the amber glow of streetlights, confidently inviting these strangers to admire him, Max couldn’t help but take in just how massive his son had become—not just physically, though that was undeniable, but as a presence that commanded space and attention with seemingly effortless grace.In moments like these, Max felt the peculiar mixture of competitive edge and paternal pride that defined their relationship, along with something else he rarely acknowledged: a subtle envy of Harry’s freedom, his uninhibited enjoyment of being desired, touched, appreciated.
