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.
Browsing: muscle
He was the most gorgeous, muscular man I had ever seen. I dreamed of sliding my hands all over his body, feeling every curve and bulge, tracing every veinlike a roadmap of paradise. His selfies unleashed waves of dirty desire in me, and I wanted nothing more than to touch him!
The desire for muscle gods drove me to the tip of Cape Cod. I arrived in Provincetown determined to find my desired gods among the throngs of gay beach goers. I was soon immersed in a sea of pecks, bulging chests and rippling stomachs. In my eagerness to sate my thirst for sex, I thought my summer was off to a promising start.
My eyes jump from the ripples of his smooth, lush chest, to the definition of his abs, to the veiny projections of his bulging biceps, tracing the contours of his sculpted muscles like a map to pleasure. I feel myself getting aroused and my breath becomes heavy and shallow as I imagine running my hands up and down his body and exploring each individual peak and valley.
His heart raced as he scrolled through a never ending labyrinth of fit, tanned and seductive muscle selfies. His eyes burned and his mouth tasted of sweet, forbidden ardor as he feasted on tantalizingly masculine forms. His hands reached out, aching to touch and undress these forbidden delights. Ecstasy suffused his body, captivating him in a mesmerizing wave of homoerotic fire.
He grabbed her strongly, his powerful muscles flexing as he spun her before him. His gaze pierced her as his hands slid up her body, exploring every curve before settling on her neck and pulling her closer. She moaned in delight as their sweat-slicked bodies moved together, reveling in the passionate thrill of it all.
He was a vision of perfection in his bright blue speedo, his toned body bulging in all the right places. His hungry gaze swept over the room, signaling his desire – and a wave of heated anticipation rippled through the air. I wanted him, wanted to feel his muscles quiver as I pleasured him. “Come closer,” I purred. “Let me show you what pleasure really is.
He could see every curve of his physique in that tight tank top. His dark-rimmed eyes, full lips, and stubbly jaw were shrouded in a mysterious air of desire, a secret seduction behind those perfectly drawn biceps. He felt something stir deep inside him, a feeling unlike anything he’d ever experienced before; a burning and insatiable hunger for more of the muscle selfie man’s tight and tender flesh.
My eyes feast on the muscular selfies. I can feel the big throbbing bulge of his cock frantically beckoning me, seemingly seeking release from his pants. The sensual thrill of his arousal brings out my own as I imagine, deep and hard, what it would feel like to be taken by him.
The salty sweat of his sun-kissed, rock-hard muscles dripping down my back as the Mediterranean sun set, created a heaven on earth. He grew harder and moaned in pleasure as I kissed mile-after-mile of his ripped muscular body. I swept my hands underneath, and felt his tight, round ass. Heaven was here in Provincetown.