Marcus had to bite back a laugh. "Yeah, I'll bet you don't." He took a pull from the cigar and flicked the ash into the ashtray that sat on the small table beside the lounger, exhaling the sweet smoke into the air. He placed the smoldering cigar on the ashtray, then took a sip from his drink, also setting it down. With deliberate slowness, he unwrapped the towel from his hips and dropped it on the lounger, baring his impressive cock to the boy's gaze.<br/><br/>He slid into the chair nearest the boy and lounged nonchalantly, muscled thighs spread and his half-hard cock laying against his abdomen. "Do you like what you see?" Marcus asked in a sultry whisper. "Because I like what I see, and I'd like to see more." His dark eyes frankly roamed the boy's almost naked form from head to toe, and his gaze centered on what was hidden beneath the young man's towel.