I can’t take it anymore, it’s all I think about, I’m begging you. Gay sex His body was a temple of muscle: bulging biceps that strained the sleeves of his shirts, massive pecs that jutted out like shields, and abs so defined they seemed etched in stone. You really want me to let you out? Ky was no slouch in the endowment department either: beneath his gym pants, you could make out a cock just as impressive, a trait he didn’t shy away from flaunting with sharp-witted jabs. His deep brown eyes, sharp and watchful, seemed to track Jerome’s every move, like a predator biding its time. While Jerome downed glass after glass, refilling his mug with gusto and laughing loudly, Ky sipped his beer slowly, his eyes never leaving his friend. His thighs were strong yet agile, ideal for sprints and quick lifts. His pride was in tatters, crushed by the need raging inside him. Ky, look at me.” He spread his arms wide, his biceps looking ready to burst.
