Chapter 63: DrowningMoving out onto the patio by the pool could only cause disaster. Warning him, I called out his name, “Tacoma!” but I still caught him off guard. He was completely unsuspecting when he looked to his left and saw me. His busy hands stopped pumping the veined and popping erection between his legs, and his hips seized their thrusting. The man’s jaws seemed to tighten, which caused an unsmiling look to appear on his face, a look of shock and surprise. I continued approaching him in the blistering sun.
He stood about six inches from the reflective pool: mouth open, wide eyes, hands at his sides, d**k like a telephone pole at his center. His chest was doused in a thick, summer perspiration.
I called out his name a second time and he blushed, embarrassed at being caught at hi
