Tag: naked guy
Straight stud flex and golden fun!
Foot fetish and Tanned Shower Flexing!
He stands there, a sight to behold, A muscular marvel, a story untold. His biceps are bulging, his pecs are so tight, He flexes and flexes, from morning to night.
The showerhead sings, a melody sweet, As he poses and strikes, a perfect feat. The soap suds are dancing, a frothy delight, While he admires himself, what a wonderful sight.
He’s got mirror muscles, a reflection so clear, A bodybuilder’s physique, year after year. So next time you’re showering, just think of this guy, And flex your own muscles, and reach for the sky!
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Naked guy pissing and feeding it to you!
There once was a fellow, quite the sight, with features so sharp, a dazzling light.
He fed a poor soul, a piss so sweet, oh what a scene, what a conceit.
With careful precision, a straw he’d insert, as if performing a magical expert.
The drinker leaned in, with hopeful eyes, a picture of longing, no need to disguise.
The feeder, so handsome, a heartthrob galore, while the drinker grew weaker, craving more.
A comical duo, like no other seen, a moment of subservience straight from his pee.
Naked guy busting a nut like what!
He’s got the looks, a heartthrob, no doubt, a model physique, from head to foot.
But oh, what a binge, the sexy sight, of him flaunting and jerking, with all his might.
He finishes the strip, with practiced flair, a macho pose, a cocky stare.
He shows his flacid to unflacid piece, a manly bunch, as if he’s conquered some cosmic hunch.
“Looks like freedom,” he’ll boldly claim, while subs all around just want a taste.
A jerking connoisseur, he’ll proudly boast, because he knows his load can win him any host.
Jerk of with strangers once more!
There once was a fellow named Josh, Whose face, let’s just say, wasn’t a loss. A smile like sunshine, abs a perfect incline, but to jerk of with strangers, his charm turned quite bad.
He’d ask for the time, with a wink and a sigh, The sub would watch, then nervously smile. “Uh, Master Josh please feed your loaded cream pie.” Now subscribe!
Straight Stud Naked Workout!
A straight stud appeared, A torso sculpted, perfectly cleared. Of any shirt or clothes, that is, to be precise, Leaving onlookers weak at the knees and in their thighs.
His pecs, like mountains, rose to the sky, And every bicep deserved a standing ovation, by and by. His obliques, a washboard, chiseled and defined, Leaving everyone around him feeling distinctly behind.
The subs all fluttered, their gazes transfixed, While the lady’s arousal hormone’s mixed. Should they admire, or should they get on their knees,
This Adonis in motion, so handsome and sleek. Now sub subscribe because I’m the one you need!
Jerking off with strangers watching!
Josh, a vision with a jawline that could cleave, Had biceps sculpted, a smile that could deceive.
His hair, a waterfall of night, Yet here he sat, with a story tonight.
His date went bust, his Tinder a dud, Left with takeout and a blue balls no fun.
Basking in the strokes, a contented thing. Josh ran his fingers down his cock,
Fingers stretched, hard like a rock. “You’re my best friend, cock,” Josh sighed with a pout,
“Except for you that getting stretched out.”
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Naked guy flexing and pissing!
Josh, the Adonis of his dorm, strong and bold, Stood in his room, a glistening storm, a story yet untold.
He squeezed his cock, a mist in his eyes, As biceps he sculpted, a watery surprise.
His posters of models, all chiseled and cool, Watched on in horror, their poses askew.
For Josh, in his fervor, a dance quite absurd, Soaked textbooks and posters, each precious word blurred.
He pirouetted, water flying in arcs, A symphony of splashes, his soundtrack of sparks.
The ceiling, a canvas, adorned with wet drips, As Josh, lost in his workout, sprayed his piss on your lips.
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Naked workout and being super hot!
In yonder gym, where mirrors gleam, A sight unfolds, a sculpted dream.
A dude, so fine, with chiseled form, In the nude, defying the norm.
His pecs they puff, his naked bulge, Each bicep peak a frosted fudge.
His abs, a washboard, hard and tight, His naked workout reflecting disco ball’s pure light.
He lunges low, squats deep and slow, Each move a ballet, to and fro.
Dumbbells he lifts, like feather toys, While girls nearby lose all their poise.
The treadmills whirr, the bikes they spin, But eyes are glued to Adonis within.
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