Best Of Tales From The Locker Room Scenes

The bodybuilder fills the frame, Black skin tight across his shoulders. He peels off the jockstrap first, lets it drop, then turns his back. Pale hands slide down to spread him open. One finger pushes in and the muscle under it jumps. A second finger follows. The dark ring stretches, grips, takes them both. A pink tongue laps at one tight nipple, teeth graze, suck. The thick shaft between his legs thickens, heavy, hanging lower. He rocks back, hungry for more depth. The pale wrist twists, works, disappears past the knuckles. Sweat beads at the small of his back, runs into the cleft. A low grunt breaks the silence when the knuckles catch. The bodybuilder widens his stance, arches, breathes through it. The second tongue drags across the other nipple now, bites down. His cock jumps and leaks, smearing the bench beneath him. A single, slick thrust of the arm sends a wet sound through the room. He shudders, muscles trembling, and takes it deeper.