He stood there, his muscles bulging beneath the evening sun, as he pulled down the tight Lycra of the speedo just enough for me to see his arousal. His breath was hot and ragged, the excitement palpable, as his eyes bored into mine. Just the sight of him made my heart beat faster and hotter. It was time for us to explore each other and to bring this heated tale to its fiery end.
Browsing: male style
His jock was like an unlocked door waiting to be explored. I took my time, slipping my hands beneath the fabric and feeling the heat of his desire against my fingertips. With each gentle touch and kiss, I felt myself unlocking more and more of his hidden desires, until I could feel him quivering with pleasure. His jock was my key to pleasure.