He emerged from the locker room aroused and aroused, his steely chest and veined arms glistening with sweat, his muscled frame moving like a panther. His tight shorts hinted at a hard, heavy package, eager and ready for pleasure. He seduced with his sultry gaze and demanding embrace. Hung jocks are hard and hot – definitely worth the ride.
Browsing: muscle
The muscle jock’s frame filled the doorway, his tanktop stretched tight over his bulging chest. His eyes burned, fierce and urgent, as he advanced upon me. I trembled, anticipation and lust stirring my soul. With one smooth, passionate stroke, he plunged deep into the penthouse and seized me with a hunger that could not be denied.
He was a seductive specimen of male perfection, all muscle, smooth skin and piercing eyes. His selfies beckoned me, electrifying my body and inciting a passionate heat that threatened to consume me. I wanted him like nothing else, and we were soon in each other’s arms, our desire manifesting into something primal and beautiful.
He was like a temple of dark desire, a monolith of muscle and sweat. His body begged to be worshipped, her tongue eagerly licking every salty inch. He groaned in pleasure as she licked and tasted, exploring his tightest, most intimate curves. She was ready to feast, to surrender to his hard, hot and heavy force.
Under the neon glow of the nightclub, I spot what I was looking for strutting in with a swagger of bottled confidence – the hottest jock in Sydney. As our eyes meet, I feel a surge of secret lust, like a raging river of desire. Our bodies move closer until our lips meet in a passionate, fiery kiss… Sydney’s sexiest muscle jock and I are about to discover just how far this forbidden lust will take us…
He moved closer, pressing me against the wall as he began to explore my body. His hands were strong and electric, his lips drawing me closer with each moment. I could feel my pulse quickening, each second taking me deeper into a world of homoerotic fantasy as we kissed and explored each other’s bodies. I was in ecstasy.
The muscles that coiled from beneath his shirt were unbearably attractive. His broad chest that tapered down to a v exquisite waistline begged for me to explore. With a passionate kiss I whispered in his ear, “Let me pleasure your body in ways you never thought possible”. I vowed to take him to new heights of pleasure…in the penthouse.
He was ripped, cut and jagged. His selfie sent an intensely powerful homoerotic electricity that bordered on the divine. His tight athletic body echoed thousands of years of raw, ancient sexuality that enticed me to imagine hours of pleasure. I wanted him and wanted to be wanted by him, and that want galloped unchecked and unbounded through my flesh.
The streets of Berlin were alive with muscle jocks – gorgeous, built and ready for action. I explored with a hunger stirred deep in my soul, feeling my libido surge as I imagined their hard bodies pressed against my own. I was overwhelmed with a longing that could only be fulfilled by wild, passionate nights of gay abandon.
He gripped his biceps as his lips parted in a deep, inviting hunger for the night ahead. His handsome face was alight with desire as the warrior-like body moved closer, and soon his hard-muscled chest collided with my own. I felt a primal rush of pleasure as I took in the muscular body before me, and welcomed the raw energy of the room above. This was the night I’d been waiting for, and nothing could stop us now.