Sweet memories

This guy remind me of a friend I had at varsity. He had the same drop dead gorgeous looks, and muscles that begged to be worshiped and explored. Not a day went past that I didn't find myself mesmerized by one or the other muscle ripple under his clothes.

Every now and then you could see how his muscles strained under the material that covered them, especially his quads. He was a very good athlete, 200m and hurdles, and you could clearly see it in his gorgeous thighs.

He was temptation personified, and I was hypnotized by every movement that he made.