Bare. Gay sex He nudged it down, letting it rest across my lips.“Open up, Troy,” he whispered.And I did.The taste hit instantly—sweat, salt, skin. We’d been at it for over an hour—bench, curls, squats. I nearly dropped the bar.“Bro…” I muttered, trying not to laugh, “I can literally see your balls.”Chase looked down between his legs at me. I could feel his cock swing, lightly tapping against my chin—heavy and half-hard.Then, just as slowly, he stood back up, like nothing happened.“Weight’s still up, dude,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just slapped his nuts on my chest.I racked the bar with a shaky breath.Before I could sit up, he straddled the bench again—this time facing me—and sat down, right over my ribs. Balls. I nearly dropped the bar.“Bro…” I muttered, trying not to laugh, “I can literally see your balls.”Chase looked down between his legs at me. Just cotton clinging to his thighs and everything underneath swinging wild.Chase stepped over me like always—straddling the bench, standing tall right over my head. I could feel his cock swing, lightly tapping against my chin—heavy and half-hard.Then, just as slowly, he stood back up, like nothing happened.“Weight’s still up, dude,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just slapped his nuts on my chest.I racked the bar with a shaky
