The sweat on his forearms caught the light, and the scent of it reached me—sharp, clean, masculine. Gay porn Balls slick with sweat. But this time, he was wearing a singlet.Not just any singlet. The scent hit immediately: sweat and skin and something raw underneath. Heavy. At all. The room felt tilted. Not cologne. I wasn’t even sure if I was being singled out for something good or bad. Anything.But he just told me to move into the next drill.Again. To question. The skin was loose and slick, the taste sharp with sweat. I didn’t move.“You’ve been hard every morning,” he said. Just him.I inhaled too fast.“Relax,” he said, adjusting my hips again. That kind of thing.This wasn’t that.This was just his balls in my face. It hugged him tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. The first spurt hit high on my chest. Maybe I had, in a way. The fabric peeled away, rolling to his waist.Then he stepped out of it completely.Naked from the waist down.
