#bottomssquad

one common thing about seth was that he lacked a lot of impulse control. that was why when he saw sonny in the gym, one of the hunky widows in the neighborhood, he couldn't prevent himself from getting too handsy. under the pretense of spotting the older male, he got a little too close for comfort and started to run his hands over his body. "it's all about form." seth lifted the man's shirt up as he leaned over to grab the weights. "oh would you look at these. i guess you dressed for comfort." he noted sonny's underwear as he started to pull his shorts down a bit. "maybe we can focus on a different type of workout."

"Who knew you'd be the neighborhood slut," said Eric as Sonny sucked on his balls, burying that face against the pubes that covered it. "Don't worry, baby. I'll cover those urges you have," he said, tapping the lonely widow on the face a few times before grabbing that head. "Now get a good whiff of what a real man smells like. Those other dicks in this neighborhood ain't got shit on me," he added, having not showered after working out in the woods nearby, since most gyms don't have the weights he'd need for his enhanced strength. "And bring that pussy here. Gotta see how much of a slut you've been since he died," he said, casually mentioning Sonny's dead lover who worked with Eric in the past.