Hot Gay Studs – Steamy Scene 4 – Hung & Horny

No matter how many times a day I shave it always looks like I could use another.  All the cunts think I’m hot-looking’—but aloof.  I could probably get most any twat I wanted; only problem is that I don’t want!What I wanted this past long, hot summer was Mark, although convinced I would never nail him.  True, he’d been married for years but I know from past experience that a wedding ring means nothing when the cock is throbbing from lack of attention.  In actuality, I’d been observing this dude almost daily for the past two years I’d been working at the market but, for some inexplicable reason, my attraction to him was only recently sparked.  He was good looking in an almost rugged type of way: tall, tight and perpetually tanned, very masculine and decidedly sexy.  In all that time he’d been delivering and packing out Little Devil Snacks in the market I probably must have passed by him hundreds of times—but barely spoke a few words to him.  I’ve got this useful talent for looking right past, even though, a person but believe me I’m looking when he isn’t.  And I’d checked out Mark more than once; must have jerked off to his image at least half a dozen