My hand was still locked on his harness—reminding him he was being held, not just standing there.When I finally pulled out, the sound was obscene, and my cum spilled down his thighs. He did the same.My hand dropped to his ass—slid down those chaps, fingers massaging his exposed hole. Gay porn Nothing else.”He nodded, obedient. Felt the thick, leaking heat of his cock pressing into my palm. Thick, salty, raw. The boy had prepped himself for me.I pulled back, wiped my mouth, and looked up at him. His hole twitched under my fingers.He kept licking. Let them see exactly what this muscle god was to me—and what was going to happen the second we got home.I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him in so he stood between my legs while I sat back at the bar. It was proof. Leather harness framing his pumped chest, jockstrap soaked in his own juice, cigar smoldering between his fingers. My tone was calm now, but the command was solid steel.I stepped back and let him stand on his own, swaying a little, flushed, breathing hard.
