The changing room is always hot and humid. Steam billows from the shower, guys drip pool water and condensation rises from their bodies. No sooner have I dried part of my body than I am sweating, drying myself again. It gives me a good excuse to sit on the low wooden bench and watch him.
As he stretched up to reach as high into the tree as he could his tee shirt lifted from his jeans and I was immediately rewarded with the sight of his tanned back. His spine showed through his skin, not a hint of fat anywhere and a line of dark hair ran into the waste band of his trousers.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it for you. Want to see my packet? Here you go mate, like the bulge? I'm already hard for you, already feel my precum starting to damp the insides of these Speedos.
The gravity of the situation was now just beginning to dawn on him!!! No one knew where he was, and worse yet, he was in the thrall of a woman who was about to use him in the most vile sexually abusive way he could think of, and if screaming would have done any good.
The blonde man walked out, closed the door and without stopping walked straight up to Martin. He put his hands on his shoulders and planted his moist lips on his, Martin felt a bolt of electricity run through his body as their hungry mouths devoured each other's saliva.
Duke Walker stood under the burning needles of the shower in his bathroom while letting the hot water waft over his well muscled body! Oh man was he ever tired, ten long hours on that hot roof laying shingles was enough to sap the strength of anyone, and he was a twenty five year old in great physical condition!
There were seven or eight big black guys man-handling me to one of the
larger huts. There was a dull light coming from the hut as they dragged me
in. In the light I could see there were ten black men.