“What are you doing?” Halsey asks as he comes into the locker room, straight from the showers. When I sent a text to the boys saying I was going in for another leg workout, Halsey offered to join me. “Just thinking,” I say. “Thinking about what?” He sits down and runs another towel through his hair, drying off the short strands. “Nothing I think I can share right now.” He sets the towel on the bench next to him and slides a pair of briefs under his towel. Not sure why he’s being shy. The man has a fucking monster of a cock. He should be flapping that thing around every chance he gets.
