Honestly, I did.
How humiliating.30: Biting Mosquitoes
Having my right hand marked with white, creamy ejaculate, I pushed my still-hard dick back into their boxers and khakis, zipped myself up, and then walked down to the pool boy in the sun; as if I hadn’t gotten enough of him already.
Upon my decent, he saw me out of the corner of his left eye, said, “I was wondering where you’ve been.”
I wanted to explain the obvious to him: that I had jerked off to his supine and relaxed body, but kept quiet. Instead, I said, “Around. How’s the sun?”
“A true friend today.”