I Had No Choice #24
A New Bull On Show
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I stared at Sébastien nervously, feeling sexually tense and in a state of somewhat disbelief. He’d caught me unawares, using a conversation that started with our friendship and evolved into something very different and sleazy.
The empty, silent gym air was thick with the scent of hormones and sweat. I knew subconsciously my body would react to Sébastien’s sexually motivating presence, especially because of our tense moment. In that lewd concoction of mostly air, a vague hint of his musky precum aroma that rubbed against his boxer briefs would hang, seeking out my nostrils and the receptors in my brain that aroused me. Even though my conscious mind couldn’t separate the various primal smells, his cock’s nectar had to be there somewhere, a sticky, translucent, delicious honey that would burn my taste buds if I sucked it from his bloated glans.
Am I giving off a slutty vibe?