No underwear. Then he rocked a little. Gay sex He started moving—slow strokes, pulling out to the tip then pushing back in, a little deeper each time. I wrapped my lips around the head, tongue circling under the crown. I nearly dropped the bar.“Bro…” I muttered, trying not to laugh, “I can literally see your balls.”Chase looked down between his legs at me. From this angle, his bare thighs and shorts hovered inches from my face. The garage was a furnace, the kind that melts shirts to skin. Fuck, I couldn’t.He lingered, letting his balls teabag the slope of my throat, nudging the underside of my jaw. No compression gear. I pushed through two reps before I noticed the shift.The edge of his shorts grazed my cheek as he adjusted his footing.That’s when I saw it.Through the loose leg hole: skin. We’d been at it for over an hour—bench, curls, squats. “Yeah?” he smirked. The garage was a furnace, the kind that melts shirts to skin. Bare. I wrapped my lips around the head, tongue circling under the crown. No underwear, nothing holding anything in place. I pushed through two reps before I noticed the shift.The edge of his shorts grazed my cheek as he adjusted his footing.That’s when I saw it.Through the
