His bare chest was a landscape of muscles and tattoos, each one telling a story that made Steven’s heart race. As they played, the tension of the morning’s event slowly melted away, leaving only the joy of the game and the promise of a new friendship.By the eighth hole, they were still the only souls brave enough to face the early-morning chill. Gay sex The sensation was strange but oddly arousing, the cool morning air contrasting with the heat of Jack’s palm. unique choice of morning wear.” His eyes twinkled with good humour. The smell of the freshly cut grass wafted up to him, mingling with the lingering scent of the tobacco. The man took a step closer to the railing, leaning his elbows onto it with a casual ease. “But I’ve seen worse. The sounds of Jack’s slurps and moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that made Steven’s toes curl. He couldn’t believe they were going through with this, but something was thrilling about the absurdity of it all. He could feel the wetness of Jack’s mouth as he kissed his way down to the tighty whities, the cum now a drying stain against the fabric.Jack’s teeth tugged at the waistband, pulling the tighty whities down to reveal Steven’s cock,
