I wanted him to see me and tell me how hot I was to him. I lied. Gay sex The ones who had stellar bodies made my cock twitch. He knew damn well I liked it.“Cocky little fucker,” I replied with a grin. “I didn’t bring a suit. I whispered in his ear, “Sorry, muscle boy. Not yet anyway. It’ll be fine. My grasp was tight because I wanted him to know and feel what he was getting into.I heard him say, “Ow,” quietly under his breath. Other dudes may be able to handle that, but I can’t. He had really thought about this. I love my muscle boy.”“Fuck me,” I found myself saying. “You’re beautiful, Rian.”“I’m your muscle boy.” He kissed me again, “I’m always going to be your muscle boy.”“Deal.”“Let me recover for a few minutes, and then I want you to fuck me again, on my back, so I can see my man’s handsome face while he fucks me.”“You’re mine.” “Really?”“Uh huh. I wore a very tight t-shirt, khaki shorts that fit snug on my quads and ass, and a pair of Chucks. But at the same time, I was scared shitless. All the guys were because Mark did, and they liked the way it looked.
