“You think I’m hot in these,” Blake said, feeling more confident and sexier than he had in a long time.
“f**k yeah,” Jerome said. “You look like a superhero who is about to pull off his clothes and go save the world. It’s hot.”
Blake looked at him and smiled, then he pushed the glasses up on his face and made a serious face. He pulled his unbuttoned shirt closed, covering part of his chest and his manhood, then he looked at Jerome. Suddenly, Blake took the glasses off, placed them on a locker room bench, threw off his shirt, and ran straight toward Jerome. When Blake reached him, he grabbed Jerome’s lower back first, pulling Jerome to him, and then lowered his hands past Jerome’s butt and grabbed Jerome’s trim but muscular thighs. As Blake pulled Jerome up in his arms, Jerome wrapped his
