Deep within the central region of Romania lies a sleepy little town called Transylvania. Known for its mountainous borders, medieval towns and timeless castles lies a force so powerful that not even the most bravest of men will not venture. Castle...
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Nathan
Upstairs in the master bedroom, a pair of jeans lingered on the floor as I heard the shower running nearby. The door was closed, but not completely shut. Steam rolled out in drones as the lights above the sink shined brightly. A closer look revealed the dewy image of a man under a hot spray. His body was slick, wet, and above all muscled. I loved the way his body moved in perfect harmony, almost like a dance.
He grabbed the sponge off the hook and squirted a dime-sized portion of liquid soap on top of it as he lathered it up and began to bathe. Watching him from afar was like watching a composer conduct a sympathy orchestra. So elegant and sensual, so masculine and seductive. So mind-blowingly sexy that I could not tear my eyes away as the suds of soap embraced his body before being washed away.
Such a rare treat and what a sight to behold! To be a fly on that tile wall inside that shower right now. As he bent over and ran the sponge down his legs and over his feet, I caught a glimpse of his cute butt. A butt that was marvelously round. A butt that when fucking, became rock hard that you could almost chip a tooth! Or in this case a fang. A butt that was round like the moon and as smooth as chocolate.
I bit my bottom lip as I stepped closer to the door, just out of view. He stood back up and squeezed the sponge over his shoulders as the soap ran down his back, tantalizing me. Fuuuuuck me! I shuddered and without even realizing it, began to touch myself as I watched my new favorite show. As he returned the sponge to its rightful place on the wall, he took his time rinsing himself off and washing his hair.
His fingers worked overtime massaging his scalp from start to finish in a fine rich lather that smelled of old spice. Afterwards, he turned to face the glass partition as he leaned back against the wall with his legs shoulder length apart before running his hands over his clean body. In a heated rush I watched his hand snake down and grab his cock. A two-hander I might add as well as a legend very much like his name.
Soft, gentle strokes with a firm grip and a powertrain for an arm. He parted his lips as he moaned and enjoyed the sensation. Whereas the intriguing fascination of it all thrilled me with delight. His hand paused for a moment up at the top, brushing his thumb over the blunt head of his cock. My eyes zoomed in for a closer look. A perfectly shaped clear teardrop emerged as he wiped it on his finger and sucked it.
I imagined his tongue licking the substance clean off as he tasted it. While I imagined reaching up and going in for seconds. Our lips would clash, my clothes wet from the shower as he held me tight against him. With his strength he would rip my clothes to shred like they were pieces of paper and force me up against the wall as he rubbed his cock against me. Turning me on with every gyrating movement of his hips.
I shook my head firmly and returned to watch the show. With both hands now locked together torment, he jerked himself off and closed his eyes as I saw the tips of his fangs press against his bottom lip. Fangs that I have had the pleasure of scratching across my very skin numerous times before. And each time was more thrilling than the last. Sure it hurt at first, but the pleasure that surely followed outranked all the rest.
