“Maybe you should hang some blinds or curtains, coach” he suggested modestly, as he stood in front of the window, half naked, tugging his shirt over his head. “There’s a bunch of the guys hanging out down at the pool.”
“Relax, sport. They can’t see in the window from down there…at least not below the waist.”
I hugged him from behind and he braced himself against the window sill as I kissed his neck…on display now for whoever cared to look up. My hard cock pressed urgently into his thick asscheeks, and he grunted, pushing back as it found his moist pucker, stretching him open and forcing it’s way in…deeper.
“Aww fuuuck, coach,” he grunted…“the fellas will see us…unngghhh!”
“Shhhh…don’t worry about them, champ,” I urged. “They’ll just be jealous it’s you and not them anyway.”
let’s give them a good show, why don’t we, sport?