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.
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He slowly removed his shirt, revealing an impressive set of pecs that defied gravity and a set of abs that made my heart melt. I admired every inch of his body, starting at his neck and making my way down to his hard, long pride. Moaning softly, I could almost feel the heat emanating from it as I slowly lowered my face and delicately kissed it.