He held the frame in his hands and before he even realized it felt himself aching for that perfect body, imagining the smoothness of his skin, and tingling with the eagerness of exploring every inch with the tip of his tongue. He was under the spell of that delicious canvas of male beauty and erotically charged longing.
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He squeezed my biceps as he pulled me closer, and I could feel my muscles tense under his grip. I could smell that delicious musky smell that only a man can produce. His eyes were feasting upon me as if I was a piece of artwork, and I began to melt under his stallion-like gaze. We both knew this was leading somewhere; somewhere beyond just muscle worship.