CUT: Part 10
The hot tub sat tucked around the side of the house on a low patio near the end of the driveway. Leo had used it once before, back in spring when Milt dragged the team out for posing practice. To his delight, it was still filled, water bubbling and steaming as he popped the cover off. Thick clouds of vapor rolled up into the night air. He peeled the white FUCK jockstrap down his massive thighs in one slow tug. The fabric dragged over the thick root of his soft cock before it swung free—heavy and long. He stepped in gingerly, water swallowing his tree-trunk legs, then his hips, until the surface lapped at the bottom of his abdominals. Patio lights carved every ridge and vein in perfect relief: olive skin gleaming wet, lats flaring like wings, treasure trail arrowing straight down into the dark water where his enormous cock floated lazily, already thickening. He hit play on the Walkman, rock music pounding through the headphones, and sank back, muscular arms draped along the edge. Bodybu...