Ty’s eyes snapped up to the red head’s face and he scowled. Gay sex Tyson plowed through the pool like the champion he was, the water bending to his will like he was a son of Poseidon. Tyson slinked closer and without pause, punched Eric hard in the gut. Ty’s eyes snapped up to the red head’s face and he scowled. Eric hissed. He retched and sat up, to find Eric towering over him. Ty kicked his other leg out and Eric crashed to the ground. Ty ignored it and continued to scrub, lather coating his body, his white blonde hair—a shampoo afro puff. The other guy he had known since birth, wearing a white wife beater and soccer shorts, he grinned–his was like a mirror image of Ty’s own. “Eric how come no one ever mentioned you have a baby dick? He glared at his brother and Ryan, but they only smiled back in return. Ty cocked his right arm, forging a blade with his fingers. Arms cross, a wicked grin on his face, and his dick pointing north. Something hard struck Ty in the back; it bounced off and hit the floor.
