sal ganuth

June is a hot month. It’s also Pride, in case you forgot. A time when guys are proud to be gay, proud of their bodies and happy to show them off. To each other and anyone wanting to see.
Like these two, on the roof sun terrace of their hotel. Stripped down naked to get that all-over tan. Their boxers over their shoulders, chatting to each other, oblivious of those watching them.
“Go on, I dare you.”
“WTF, that’s crazy. Throw my boxers over the wall?”
“Yeah. Then we’ll have to back to our room bare assed naked.”
“Fuck, OK.”