He was hung like a bull, with huge, dusky scrotal sacs that sagged heavy with pendant arousal. My hands roamed eagerly, my lips brushing gently over each velvety smooth orb, before snaking between his legs to take him in my mouth and feel each bulging swell of these magnificent testicles beneath my tongue.
Browsing: competition
I watched as my next-door buddy peeled off his t-shirt revealing a broad, chiseled chest and deliciously tight abs. My gaze shifted to his perfectly sculpted arms, each one packing muscles that bulged from his perfectly cut shirtsleeve. My mind raced with possibilities and my heart raced with anticipation. All I wanted to do was reach out and hug him close. He was my big, muscled dream come true.
The hung jocks around here were like mythic gods, and I ached to conquer them. I loved the feel of their hard muscles, the sounds of their desire as I explored every inch of their body. I was obsessed with pushing them to the limit, making their bodies do things they never imagined.
The kiss, deep, probing and urgent, traveled from one man’s mouth to the other as though there was no separation between them. Clothes were never a factor as the intensity of heat rippled through their bodies. His lover teased him, and he rolled him onto his back and slowly drenched him with warm, savory pleasure. His essence heightening with the sensation, this night would be full on indulgence and ecstasy.
I quickly disrobed, flinging my clothes to the corner as I heard him moan my name. His firm, pulsing muscles glistened in the dim light as his hot breath crashed against me, electrified and alive. The on-field pregame show became as much of a performance as what was about to take place between the coach and I.
My nerves were on fire. I slid into the coach seat – my body leaning back, my eyes peeking around. It was a chance gone right and the electricity between us clear. We drank in the thrill, the nerves, the pre-game public play. His eyes wandered my lips, my neck – my body with every movement, each gesture a whispered plea until finally, I was his.
The salty sweat of the jocks glistens in the glowing sun as they grapple each other in a heated match of desire. The bulging muscles strain and flex, teasing each other with their namesakes as the air of love and lust amplifies. Unspoken promises and passions come to a final conclusion under the intense battle of hot cocks and jocks.
His body rippled with muscles, bronzed by the summer sun, begging to be touched. She peeled away his shirt to find a rippling six pack and two firm peaks ready to service her desires. His tight ass was tucked beneath and his hard cock ached, wanting her touch. He was hung hard and ready to play.