Jeffrey Lloyd stands over Tony Conrad, adjusting his straps while the other kneels, gripping the fabric tight, both in matching blue-and-yellow swim trunks, muscles rippling as they shift into position. Conrad sits forward on the couch, hands braced on his knees, while Lloyd leans in, his focus locked on the act ahead. The straps slide, the fabric pulls, and the moment before the stream hits the air is all about the tension in their bodies and the precision of the setup.
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