In the midst of a heated misunderstanding, Klein Kerr grabs at the shirt of the handsome buff stranger that just accused him of stealing his phone. It rips open. The square-jawed Spanish hunk, revealing a glimpse of his insanely muscled physique beneath the torn shirt, now turns on Klein – “I saw you eyeing me up, queer boy.” The words rile Klein but as Gabriel pushes him around, roughing him up a bit, pulling on that perfectly tied tie, and grabbing at his hardening crotch, the line between anger and sexual tension falls away…
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