Muscled men flexing and straining in tight gym shorts, their massive chests and backs rippling with tantalizing muscles. Hot breath, testosterone, and sweat-drenched skin promise hours of forbidden pleasure. Jocks in all their bulging glory, lusting for ecstasy and ready to take you along for the ride.
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He stood there, shirtless in the morning sun, chest glistening with sweat from his gym work-out. His music blaring in the background, he snapped a selfie with his smartphone, flexing his bulging biceps and tight core like a temple of homoerotic desire. I felt my heart race, my eyes devouring his perfect, pure masculinity. Muscle selfie after muscle selfie that day, his beauty burned my mind and inflamed my body with irrepressible yearning.
The musky aroma of sweat and muscle hung in the air, as the heat between us grew. I felt his hard heat against me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His every touch was an exquisite torture, and I could feel my passion, my arousal – rising to higher levels of desire with each second.
He knelt before her, a sweet delectation of manly musk and sweat. His lips parted in an inviting flirtation as his hands roamed her toned body, arousing her. She shivered, savoring the tantalizing pleasure of such a feast of muscle meat.
The art of meaty muscle indulgence starts with teasing the senses, with a gentle caress of the senses leading all the way deep down to the depths of one’s carnal desires – an exquisite feast of desires, of hot, heavy skin and hard muscle – all ready to be explored and devoured.
He tasted the salty sweat on the man’s chiselled body, then nibbled and licked as he slowly explored every delicious inch of well-defined muscles. His lips parted as he bit into the juicy flesh of the man’s taut stomach and he moaned in pleasure. His tongue licked and teased the sensitive skin before taking another bite of the succulent muscle meat.
He pulled me closer, crushing my body into his hard, sculpted muscles. His lips were as powerful as his body, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. I closed my eyes and was lost in his embrace–we became one. In that moment I felt alive, completely and utterly alive. I had found my paradise–Muscle Heaven.
I can feel my heart pounding, my palms sweating, and I ache with desire; raw, insatiable sexual appetite surging through my body as I ogle each muscle-bound man, ogling their stunningly sculpted bodies. Feasting my eyes on strength and riveting sex appeal, my gay fantasies spring to life, and I’m left captivated by delicious and often kinky thoughts of the night to come.
He ravished me in the penthouse like a wild animal. His muscular body filled the room with a blazing heat that caused my emotions to run wild. His kisses were deep and passionate, his touch electric–I had never experienced anything so carnal and erotic in my life. I was no longer in control…I let him take my body and ravish it until I was left in utter bliss.
His hands grabbed for me, his body a solid mass of heat and muscle. I felt his pulse rushing through me, and my desire burning brighter than ever before. His lips found mine, and his sweat and passion mingled with mine, driving us towards delight and extremes of desire.