HMR-106 Cock Suckin’ Jocks
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Excerpt
Alexander was naked when he pulled himself up on the rings.
The muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged and he smiled down sweetly on the coach who stood under him.
Alexander was Bulgarian and dark-haired and dark-eyed and sexy and nineteen years old.
And he had a thick piece of Bulgarian meat there between his legs.
The teenager started to work through his routine on the rings, turning slowly to one side and then the other and then raising himself up until he was doing a hand-stand on the rings.
That made all the muscles in his young body bulge, the coach found.
Alexander started to perspire a bit as the raw strength rippled through his form.
And he smiled with pride as he pulled himself up on the rings again and stretched his legs out in front of his trunk.
Slowly, he moved his legs apart, exposing that prick in all of its Bulgarian glory.
“Good,” the coach said, staring at that rod. “Very good, Alexander.”
The gymnast put his legs together and twisted again on the rings, showing off his skill and strength and grace.
Then the teenager slowly lowered himself onto the floor and let go of the rings.
And he stood there naked in the empty gym and looked at the coach and grinned.
He was a little shorter than the coach, and, when he looked up at the man, he seemed like some sort of muscular angel.
“How I do?” he asked in his Bulgarian accent, still not quite getting the English correct. “Enough good to work with you, maybe?”
“Very good,” the coach said.
And then the man reached out and touched Alexander’s shoulder and let his finger trace down over the muscles in the lad’s chest and stomach.
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