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 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.
His t-shirt was so tight that every contour of his body, every flex of his muscled chest, was on full display. Even more alluring were the bulges beneath his jeans, teasingly hinting at what lay beneath. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this man would leave me breathless.
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.
The sun gleamed down on the Mediterranean Sea, setting a magical scene as I stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the beach in Tel-Aviv. With eyes of lust, I scoured the golden shoreline until I found them; muscle gods, hot and ready. Like gladiators they commanded the beach, and I knew I had to taste the nectar of a thousand sweaty dreams. Those bronzed and ripped figures seemed like a ticket to pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies. I wanted to be theirs…and so I did.
Hear the raucous excitement of the bleachers, feel the sweat beading on their bulging muscles, watch the tight uniforms straining to contain quivering masculine flesh. Heave a sigh of pleasure as the hard, hot jocks strut and swing their way onto the court. Oh yeah, they’re ready for a sweaty night of heated passion and pulsing energy!
He was strong, bold, and heart-stoppingly gorgeous. His broad chest and tight abs stretched and rippled with each movement of his chiseled frame, and I was transfixed in awe. Our lips met passionately and he grunted into my mouth, guiding me towards the bed, rippling desire coursing through my veins. His strong, sculpted body was my gift, and I couldn’t wait to explore and appreciate each contour and curve.