Urine-soaked briefs drip with gay desire
The room is filled with the scent of piss, a testament to the men's earlier activities. They're both dressed in nothing but their underwear, the fabric clinging to their skin, leaving little to the imagination. One man, his underwear darkened with urine, looks up from his phone, his gaze drawn to the other man's crotch. He can see the outline of a hardening cock, the damp spot growing larger. He licks his lips, his own cock twitching in response. He stands, walking over to the other man, his eyes never leaving the other's crotch. He reaches out, running a finger along the damp fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. The other man groans, his hips bucking slightly, as the first man leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty, piss-soaked fabric.