te gusta, ¿No? — se burla, pero se muerde el labio
F always thought he was just curious — the type who liked to tease but never cross the line. But tonight, things feel different. The hotel lights are dim, the air thick with sarcasm and heat. he jokes about how “gays will take anything in the ass”, laughing as he grabs the mic for their little interview. F rolls his eyes, but there’s a flicker of something else behind his smirk.
tan blond boy leans in close, his voice low. “You’d probably let me put the whole mic up there, huh?”
F grins. “Depends. Would you hold the camera or join in?”
The tension builds — jokes turning into touches, words getting filthier with every line. After the interview, F hits the shower. He pees a little, jerks off slow, knowing blond tan boy’s probably still watching from the bed, pretending he’s not into it.
But when F finishes, breath heavy, blond tan boy walks over casually… touches the cum still warm on F’s abs… and smears it across his face like war paint.
“Damn,” blondish tan boy whispers, “maybe I am a little gay.”
