His broad shoulders flexed as he shifted, his bulging biceps and hairless pecs achingly enticing. His tight jeans couldn’t hide the tautness of his abs and the promise of what was beneath. I wanted to scrape the starch away and bask in his heat.
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The Bangkok night air steamed with the heat of masculine energy; the muscle-clad men nearly trembling with their hunger for touch. I explored the smoky depths, savoring each chiseled curve with my fingertips and then my mouth. I offered a feast of pleasure for each man, tasting every salty bead of sweat and feeling each electric shudder of pleasure.
Muscled men flexing and straining in tight gym shorts, their massive chests and backs rippling with tantalizing muscles. Hot breath, testosterone, and sweat-drenched skin promise hours of forbidden pleasure. Jocks in all their bulging glory, lusting for ecstasy and ready to take you along for the ride.
He stood there, shirtless in the morning sun, chest glistening with sweat from his gym work-out. His music blaring in the background, he snapped a selfie with his smartphone, flexing his bulging biceps and tight core like a temple of homoerotic desire. I felt my heart race, my eyes devouring his perfect, pure masculinity. Muscle selfie after muscle selfie that day, his beauty burned my mind and inflamed my body with irrepressible yearning.
He pounced on him hungrily, skin pressing against skin, slick with sweat as their bodies writhed together in raw, animalistic lust. His breath was hot against her neck, his grip strong and muscled as he moved against her, every thrust dragging them deeper into sweet, sweaty oblivion.
He watched, almost mesmerized, at the well-sculpted abs, toned arms and strong shoulders of the muscled self(ie), his mind already composing a salacious story of what he’d do to and with that man in real life. His imagination ran wild, body aflame, gradually turning the mere photographic image into something alive, erotic, and deeply, intensely arousing.
The jock stood before him, framed against the penthouse windows, his muscles flexing and contracting with desire. Taking the man in his arms, he ravished him with licking and nipping no one had ever used before. He sucked the jock’s neck and face with hard, greedy determination, making it impossible for the man to resist. His body surrendered as a fire of fiery pleasure burned inside his soul.
My tongue glided across the muscled surface, tasting salty, spicy sweetness. Then my mouth was open wide, my lips pressing against the smooth skin as I bit and sucked, consuming the dark, thick flesh. I could feel the muscle quivering beneath me as I chewed hungrily, coaxing out hidden flavor and reaping pure carnal pleasure.
His muscled body glistened with sweat, tempting her desires like a forbidden fruit. His touch ignited the wildest fire within her as their intense heat burned through the air. His hands felt like molten heat against her tantalizing curves, and the soft moans of lustful pleasure painted the room in a blur of passion.
The glorious feast awaits; succulent, bulging muscle meat. Teasing liberally with its intoxicating aroma, it invites us to partake in sweet seduction. Devour every bite with passion, savour the salty flavour, and revel in its intense, carnal celebration.