He takes the selfie and it’s like shooting a bullet straight through my heart. His body, all smooth hard muscle and defined abs, gleams in the light. I can hear his voice in my mind, telling me to come closer, to succumb to his desire. I am helpless before his beauty and he knows it.
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Chewing on his bottom lip, he trembles from head-to-toe as his hard-bulging muscles are begging to be unleashed from their tight confines. He twinkles like a star in the night sky with a well-sculpted body that whispers of pleasure, demanding to be touched and caressed. Say goodbye to inhibition as the adrenalin of pleasure takes control.
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.
He couldn’t fight off his desire to reach out and touch the jock’s body. He gatecrashed his own imagination after surrendering to the inviting joy of every flexed muscle, like some forbidden entrance to salacious pleasure. Arousal burned inside him and the urge to explore deeper became his only motivation.
My heart raced as I stared at the jock’s selfie. His toned physique, ripped abs, and hard body said it all. I ached to feel his strong arms around me and his lips on mine. But, he was out of reach. All I could do was fantasize about our hot night together, the sheer pleasure of his hard body pressed against mine. In my mind, I was already feeling the ecstasy of our passionate embrace.
My pulse raced as I gazed upon the rock-hard abs and bulging biceps of the handsome man in his jock selfie; my mouth watering with desire. I felt my body ache with longing, the heat of passion spreading through my veins. There was something about his raw masculinity, his primal urges that captivated me and I felt my inhibitions slowly slipping away. I had embarked upon a homoerotic odyssey and there would be no turning back.
The jock’s selfie was pure temptation. My gaze lingered over the sensual curves of his body, hungrily taking in each bulge and each ripple. I felt instant sparks of arousal flush through me like lightning, my heart beating faster and my pulse rising higher with each imagining of our bodies intertwined. I wanted to taste him, feel him, and touch him. I imagined his taste, his powerful embrace, and I wanted it all.
He felt like a powderkeg of lust as his eyes locked with mine. His wet lips quivered as I stepped closer. His skin was electric as I cupped his cheeks, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I tasted his fire and my heart raced. His jock exterior melted away as he opened himself to me. I could feel his soul as I kissed away his doubts and feelings of shame. He had finally broken his rules, and it felt so good.
He opened the door, clad in nothing but a bright blue athletic mesh singlet. His athletic build and chiselled physique sent a surge of hunger through my veins as I eyed his toned body. His deep brown eyes were pools of passion that melted my soul and promised a night of sensual delight. His full lips curled into a coy smile as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
He stood there, his languid frame betraying hidden desires. His gaze cut through me as I moved closer, my body alive with anticipation. His lips parted in shock as I brushed my lips against his, his breath coming in ragged gusts as our tongues collided. He’d come expecting a mission, but I’d given him a pleasure more intense than he ever thought possible.