Hans Larsson

Rekker watched the Swede walk away into the house. He was nicely feminine and the Brit couldn't deny he found it hot even if Bjorn was completely outside the norm for him. The time dragged on and it felt like the Swede was taking for ever. He probably wasn't, the time getting distorted by Rekker's impatient horniness.

He looked up at Bjorn when he came back, crossing his arms defiantly at the display but inside he cause his body to tighten up everywhere. The singer was going to get fucked to hell.

The lube was snatched away, then the Swede turned around. The first instinct was to follow the request but the playful side won out. Rekker leaned in, wrapped an arm around Bjorn's thighs, lifted and tossed him over his back into the water. The hot tub was deep enough he wouldn't get hut but he was going to probably come up bitching.

Rekker turned around laughing and waiting for the girly Swede to resurface.