The sleeves were stretched to their molecular limits around biceps that bulged with veins snaking beneath paper-thin skin. Gay sex Men like the Schetts, with their god-like physiques and apparent disregard for social norms, couldn’t just do whatever they wanted without consequences.His fingers began typing: ETHAN.The system whirred, processing the request, before presenting him with a message that triggered a flicker of frustration across his features: NO RECORDS FOUND.”Damn it,” Troy hissed, the words barely audible even to himself. A black t-shirt clung desperately to a chest that seemed engineered rather than developed, each pectoral creating a hemisphere of such impressive projection that deep shadows formed beneath their substantial overhang. Someone intoxicated who had “talked back” during the stop. He opened Facebook, typing “Declan Kavanagh” into the search bar. As he raised his arm to flex a bicep that seemed to belong to a different species of human altogether, the sleeve’s seam split with an audible rip, exposing a bulging mass of striated muscle that peaked with shocking height when fully contracted.Troy scrolled through more content, searching for any direct connection to Max Schett, but found nothing immediately obvious.
