“What are you staring at, boy?, a hunky Hercules caught me looking at him on the street.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you… sir”, I didn’t know why I added that ‘sir’ but it just popped out involuntarily.
“Come here”, at that moment all I wanted was to run away and never see him again but my body didn’t listen to it. Instead I made a few steps to him and remained standing in front of him. With his pumped and hairy chest at my eyeline I realized how small and pathetic I looked next to him.
“You like it, don’t you?”, he looked down at me and bounced his pecs while still holding his arms crossed in front of them. After that he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me to him. He pressed my face into his chest and flexed it while putting his arms around my head and giving me a nice muscular hug.
At first I got scared but having my face buried into a hairy chest and my head being held in a strong grip wasn’t that bad. I liked it. Alpha male scent hit my nostrils and made me relax, enjoying such a warm hug.
As the next I felt a hot load shooting into my pants and I melted completely in the strong hands of that guy.
Then he released me, reached down into my front pocket and fished out my phone. He saved his number and gave it back to me.
“Write me your address and wait for me tonight, fag”, he just turned around and left. He knew I would write him back and he was right.
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