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Kyle flashed his cocky grin when James splashed him, chuckling once again and noticing him swim away. "Oh that's what you think." Kyle said, his eyes on the other males ass as he began to swim, using his legs to kick and his arms to propel himself forward. It was hard not to admire the beauty of the place...but right now, what Kyle wanted to admire was his boyfriends big, perfect plump ass. If he didn't catch him, then it wouldn't be a real bad thing since the view from behind James was good enough as a reward.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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