Shit, I'm Jake, the fast and agile winger of the rugby team, but I've got a fucking secret that's eating me up inside! I feel like a fucking magnet attracted to guys, especially that mainstay of my team with an ass that's as good as hell. Holy shit, that piece of ass is my downfall.
In the middle ofs a shitty workout, while we were running like hell, I couldn't help but stare at that hunk of a man. His tight shorts showed off a pair of firm, round buttocks that incited you to sin. Every fucking step he took was a fucking invitation to lust, a temptation that my feverish mind couldn't ignore.
I became a first-class voyeur, spying on every movement of that glorious ass, imagining what it would be like to grab it, squeeze it, and feel its firmness between my hands. Seeing her sweaty body, with her clothes sticking to her skin, made me hotter than hell.
The bastard, oblivious to my lascivious gaze, continued with his training, shaking that ass as if he were in a fucking fashion show. The temptation was brutal, and my mind was filled with dirty thoughts, wanting to lick and grab that body like a madman.
After training, as we headed to the showers, I watched as the fucker walked in as well. His muscled body glistened under the locker room lights, and his tight shorts left little to the imagination, but what turned me on the most was his ass.
I hid in a corner, silently watching as she took off her clothes, revealing a body that was a stunner. But my gaze was fixed on that firm and tempting ass, covered only by a black slip that clung to her skin like a second skin.
The guy moved with a fucking confidence towards the showers, moving his ass in an erotic dance that was killing me. He showed off without shame, and that made me even hotter. Seeing his wet body, with the water running down his tanned skin and his underwear tight to his buttocks, was a fucking delicious torture.
My cock was hardening under my pants, asking for war. My mind filled with images of that firm ass, of what it would be like to have it close, to grab it and fuck that sweaty body. The temptation was brutal, and I struggled not to release the beast inside me.
The shower became my own private show, where I admired his athletic body and my pent-up desire overflowed. The water slid down his skin, sticking his briefs to his body and revealing every detail of that perfect ass. My breathing quickened, imagining what it would be like to have him in my arms, licking and exploring every inch of that forbidden body. Fuck, I wanted to fuck that ass!
The fucking sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and my body was burning like a fucking bonfire. I knew I had to do something, that I needed to fuck this guy, but I was also scared shitless of the consequences.
The golden opportunity came in the most unexpected way. Big ass Ethan, that was the name of the bastard, had a problem with his house, and I, without thinking twice, offered him a room to stay in my house. At first, we were both as tense as a wire, but with time, Ethan relaxed and began to move around my house as if it were his own.
I watched him move that glorious ass, his tight pants showing off those firm, round buttocks. Seeing his athletic body turned me on like a monkey. And at night, when Ethan went into his room, I would secretly jerk off, imagining crazy things.
I masturbated like a madman, thinking about having Ethan in my bed, grabbing those firm buttocks, feeling his warmth against my body. My fantasies focused on his ass, on what it would be like to see him without underwear, showing off that amazing body.
One day, while Ethan was taking a shower, I decided to indulge my curiosity. I snuck into his room and searched through his underwear drawer, knowing I would find a treasure. Holy crap, I found a pair of used boxers, with his macho scent, and I carefully picked them up, feeling the softness of the fabric on my fingers.
I locked myself in my room, closed the door, and gave in to temptation. I took off my clothes, leaving me only in my underwear, and lay down on the bed, feeling the texture of his underwear on my skin.
The fucking garment smelled like Ethan, like his sweat, like his hard cock. I rubbed the fabric with my fingers, imagining what it would be like to have him close, to see him without underwear, to touch that dreamy ass.
My hands moved down to my already rock-hard cock. I started jerking off like crazy, my face twisting in pleasure, imagining the scene. In my mind, Ethan was on display, his muscular body covered only in underwear, his firm ass cheeks showing off his package.
"Yes, Ethan, show me more," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see you completely naked, I want to feel you, I want to get you horny."
My hand moved like crazy, my breathing was labored. I imagined what it would be like to have him in my arms, how those buttocks would move under my hands, how his body would respond to my dirtiest desires.
"Ethan, let me touch you, let me explore every fucking inch of your body," I moaned, my voice cracking with pleasure.
Seeing Ethan in my mind, feeling his underwear on my skin, and thinking about fucking that athletic body brought me to the edge of orgasm. My hand moved urgently, and my body tensed, screaming in pleasure as I came, imagining what it would be like to have Ethan in my bed, fulfilling all of our forbidden fantasies.
After I came, I was left shaken, my mind filled with images of Ethan and the passion I had discovered. I knew this was just the beginning, and the temptation would only get stronger.
A couple of days passed with peace, but that night, the heat was unbearable, so I woke up thirsty as a dog looking for water. I walked barefoot on the cold floor, while my body burned like a fucking boiler. When I got to the kitchen, I was shocked by the scene that presented itself before my eyes.
Ethan's big ass was completely naked, eating something in the fucking kitchen. His muscular body was shining under the light, and his firm, round buttocks were displayed like a fucking private show.
My heart was racing, and my cock was rock hard under my pajamas. Seeing her naked, sweaty body and her ass jiggling with every bite made me hornier than ever.
I stood there, watching in silence, enjoying the show. Ethan shifted in his chair, and his ass was even more exposed, as if he knew I was watching. The temptation was brutal, and my mind imagined what it would be like to fuck that ass right then and there, grab it, feel its heat, and shove my whole cock inside.
Without a second thought, I pulled out my hard, throbbing cock and started jerking off like crazy, my face twisting in pleasure. In my mind, I imagined myself getting close to him, grabbing those firm ass cheeks, sucking his ass, and drilling him deep.
My hand moved like crazy, my breathing was labored. Seeing his naked body, thinking about possessing that ass, brought me to the edge of orgasm. I imagined what it would be like to have him in my bed, how those buttocks would move under my hands, how his body would respond to my passion.
When I felt like I was about to cum, I took off my underwear and came in them, releasing all my passion into the fabric. The feeling of releasing all that cum, imagining that I was inside him, gave me a hell of a satisfaction.
After that, I went to my room, shaking like a leaf, my mind filled with images of Ethan and the passion I had discovered. I lay on the bed, exhausted, and fell asleep, dreaming of his body, those firm buttocks, and the desire to fuck Ethan until dawn.
A few days passed and that bastard Ethan started acting weird. He didn't talk as much anymore, and he became a bit distant. After staying at my house, we had been closer, but suddenly he changed. I thought I had figured out what he was feeling, and I was scared shitless. So I decided to spy on him on the sly.
I hid in the closet of his room, silently watching as he prepared for bed. The bastard took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body, and climbed into bed.
I stood still as a statue, staring at his naked body, his skin glistening in the darkness. Ethan lay back on the bed, and to my surprise, he began to masturbate. His hand moved urgently, and his moans filled the room.
But what really blew my mind was watching the fucker spread his legs, showing off his pink, tempting asshole. My heart was racing, and my cock was rock hard. Watching his body, his pleasure, and how he touched himself made me hornier than ever.
But what happened next left me speechless. Ethan stopped, and with a vicious grin, pulled out a piece of clothing from under the pillow. It was my fucking underwear.
The fucker sniffed it, his eyes shining with desire. Then, he put it on, covering his hard cock with the fabric that had been on my body. Seeing him like that, wearing my underwear, made me hotter than hell.
Ethan jerked off harder, his hand moving like crazy, his other hand caressing his anus, imagining, perhaps, that it was me touching him. His moans filled the room, and his body tensed, screaming in pleasure as he came, releasing his cum into my underwear.
I stood there silently, watching the scene, unable to move. Watching Ethan masturbate in my underwear, imagining that I was the one possessing him, left me in a state of excitement and confusion.
After cumming, Ethan stood up and went into the bathroom, leaving my underwear on the bed. I stood in my hiding spot, processing what I had seen. Did Ethan have desires for me? Or was it just a fantasy he was secretly fulfilling?
While Ethan was in the bathroom, I snuck out of his room, my mind racing with questions. I returned to my room, shaking like a leaf, my mind in a mess.
I lay back on the bed, feeling the need to jerk off, to release the tension I had built up. I masturbated, imagining what it would be like to have Ethan in my bed, what it would be like to touch his body, and what it would be like to fuck his pink, tempting asshole.
My hand moved urgently, my breathing ragged. I imagined what it would be like to touch his sweaty body, what it would be like to feel his heat against mine. The sight of Ethan masturbating in my underwear, the memory of his body, brought me to the edge of orgasm.
"Ethan, I want you to let me fuck you, let me put my cock in you," I moaned, my voice cracking with pleasure.
The image of Ethan, his body, his pleasure, and the memories of what I had witnessed brought me to climax. I came, releasing my cum into my hand, imagining what it would be like to have Ethan, what it would be like to explore our forbidden desires.
After that moment, I remained silent, reflecting on what I had seen and felt.
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