Saw the way he was gripping the wood of the bench now, like he needed to hold himself in place. Let his towel drop. Gay sex Because he knew. He shook his head, grinning. “Most men get hard and they fucking panic. Rolled his shoulders back. To say what they need.And that’s why Adam got the girl.The leaner one exhaled, watching Adam sit there, fully hard, rock solid under his towel, lost in it.“Fuck, man,” he said, grinning. Then the shorter one. He wasn’t just built. No one else knew. Fuck, he was. Not just the weight of the words, the truth of them. Because he had always known. And waited. Knew that his cock was pressing straight up, hard and wet against his stomach, thick enough that even the damp towel couldn’t hide it.And the other men, they were the same. “You can say that again.”The leaner guy laughed. And instead of teasing him, instead of smirking and leaving it at that, they kept talking. The shorter man, the thick, broad one, ran a hand through his damp curls, watching Adam’s chest rise and fall, watching the way he was gripping his own thigh, like he needed to keep himself grounded.He smirked.
