M/m Stories

As his friend stood next to him, near the table, Tahar noticed the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips but still covered what needed covering; he noticed how they were low enough that the crease of skin was visible to show the cleavage of his double dicks down below the cloth. “Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatpants. I’ll wash them before I give them back.” “No need. Not like I had time to wash them before I let...