When our eyes met, his face flushed deeply, and he glanced down quickly, his attempt at casual indifference falling apart under my smirk. Gay sex “How does someone even build muscles like this?” he added softly, his voice thick with something between awe and disbelief. His touch lingered there, his fingers spreading slightly to assess their density, his breathing uneven as he pressed into the solid muscle. “It’s fine. you’re… His fingertips dragged slowly over the curve of muscle, tracing the subtle contours as though he were committing every detail of my 52” chest to memory.I wanted to encourage him, to let him know he should keep going. “So, um… The heat in his blush deepened as the tension stretched. I stayed silent, letting him make the choice. “You’re shaking, Allan,” I murmured, my tone soft but teasing. His words tumbled out in a rush, sounding more like a plea for mercy than an actual response.“Fine?” I teased, letting my grin widen as I shifted on the lounger, rolling my hips slightly so my Speedo caught the sunlight, the fabric stretched taut over all that it struggled to contain.
