PRENOON SUNBATHING
It was hot as hell on the rooftop. Sun beating down, barely any wind. Leo stepped outside shirtless, wearing nothing but white sweatpants and a cocky smirk. His back was wide, his arms pumped, and his pants hung low enough to show off just the right amount.
He already saw Jay sitting by the lounge chair, pretending to be on his phone, but clearly watching.
Leo walked past him slow, knowing his ass bounced a little with each step. He didn’t say hi. Just grabbed a bottle of tanning oil and dropped onto a nearby chair. He poured some into his palm and started rubbing it over his chest, letting his hands slide over his nipples, down his abs. He moaned softly on purpose.
Jay kept peeking. Not even trying to hide it now.
Without saying anything, Leo stood up and tugged his sweatpants down. Underneath, he wore tiny black trunks—shiny and tight, already wet at the tip. He folded his sweatpants and tossed them to the side, now standing there in nothing but the trunks, muscles shining in the sun.
Jay’s mouth was a little open.
“You like these?” Leo said casually, rubbing the front of his trunks. His cock twitched under the fabric.
Jay blinked. “They’re… tight.”
“They get tighter when someone’s staring.” Leo smirked. “C’mon, man. You’ve been looking all week. Don’t act like you don’t want it.”
“I’m not gay,” Jay muttered, but his eyes never left the bulge.
Leo stepped closer, standing right in front of him now. “That doesn’t matter. I didn’t ask you to marry me. Just touch it.”
Jay swallowed hard, then reached out. His fingers landed on the bulge, and it twitched in his grip. Leo groaned a little, grinding into his hand.
“You feel that?” Leo said. “You made it like that.”
Jay didn’t reply, just kept rubbing.
Leo hooked his fingers into the waistband of the trunks and pulled them down slow. His thick cock flopped out—red, hard, shiny with precum. He kicked the trunks away.
“Open your mouth.”
Jay looked up, nervous, but leaned in. Leo grabbed his head and fed him the cock inch by inch. Jay gagged but didn’t stop. He drooled all over it, spit running down his chin.
Leo groaned. “Yeah, that’s it. You’re doing good.”
After a few minutes, Leo pulled out and turned Jay around, bending him over the lounge chair. He spit on his cock, rubbed it in, then pushed inside. Jay gasped, gripping the armrests tight.
Leo fucked him hard under the sun, their sweaty bodies slapping together, grunting, moaning, no shame.
“You’re not straight,” Leo growled, pounding deep. “You’re mine now.”
And from the way Jay moaned, eyes rolling back, he didn’t even try to deny it.
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