Leon and Preston, lean and tanned, saunter into the locker room, their damp swimsuits clinging to their bodies. They exchange smirks, knowing the game they're about to play. Leon sits on the bench, spreading his legs slightly, inviting Preston's gaze. Preston obliges, running his eyes over Leon's crotch before leaning in to whisper, "I can see your cock, Leon." Leon grins, standing up to mirror Preston's stance, both of them now fully aware of the visible outlines of their hardening dicks.