The salt air was charged with a rising excitement, as I explored the coastal citadel of Cape Town. The city’s muscular men were everywhere – bronzed and tattooed, their bodies a feast for my searching eyes. I soon found myself enraptured by their perfect bodies and sizzling stares.
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Her eyes trace the contours of his body from the broad expanse of his heavily muscled chest, down to the thick muscular arms and finally to the muscled curves of his perfect waist. His face is like a god’s, and his body is a dizzying paradise of rapturous pleasure. Her desire to know his touch, to feel his hard muscles against her skin, dances in her mind each time she looks upon one of his selfies, and she revels in the muscled rapture of his existence.
He stood before me, bulging with muscle, veins tracing wide across each limb. His pecs, his biceps, his thighs, just begging to be touched and caressed. I wanted to feel the hard, sculpted body beneath my fingertips, to surrender to his strength, to ignite passion as his body pressed into me. I felt his desire burning through us both and knew I had to have him.
The sun beat down on a stretch of sand glimmering in Miami’s matinal heat. My eyes were captivated by the exposed muscled heat of gay bodies laying around me: suntanned, glistening, sweat dripping chest, stomach and thighs. A current of pleasure coursed through me at the sight of all that enticing, sensual maleness. The air was thick with sexuality. Those hard bodies begged to be touched, caressed, explored.
His tank top was stretched tight over his rippling torso, his bulge so prominent that it became the center of my attention. His every move sent shockwaves of delight through my body. Every time he bent over, his back muscles flexed, his tight shorts revealing his prize. His presence was intoxicating.
He stood statuesque in the doorway, every inch of his body carved from the gods themselves. His broad shoulders, toned stomach and chiseled legs a feast for trough hungry eyes. But it was his package – those hard defined oval curves outlined below the waistband – that begged to be unwrapped and explored.