Gay Muscle Man Across The Hall

I can’t help picturing this gorgeous muscleman with his shirt open, cock out, thrusting his hips as he gets sucked off by another hot stud.
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It’s my first year of grad school and I’ve signed up to be a Residence Advisor, an “RA.” Basically, I get to stay in residence for free in return for resolving disputes, offering advice, and coordinating events. I can see how taking care of a bunch of freshmen would get hectic, but my floor’s just for graduate students and it’s mainly a bunch of single-person suites with people in their mid-twenties like me. Not too many disputes to resolve. Anyways, one of my duties at the start of the semester is to check in with all the new residents, make sure they’re settling in okay, invite them to chat if anything’s on their mind. It all goes well until I make a real idiot out of myself talking to Mark, the guy in the room across the hall.
He’s one of those guys that practically seems to reach into your chest and squeeze your heart when they grin, with a powerful jawline, short black hair that won’t lie flat, dark smiling eyes, and light brown skin. But it’s impossible to keep my eyes from following the sloping lines of his broad neck down to his massively pumped up body—great slabs of pecs, biceps riddled with veins bulging out below the stretched arms of his T-shirt, which also clings tight enough to his abs to let me see every—
“My eyes are up here, you know.”
“Huh?” Oh fuck, he totally caught that. My face instantly starts burning up. “Right, sorry. Sorry. I was staring, I admit it. That was totally rude of me. I’ve never seen—I mean, your body’s—”
He chuckles, and I’m relieved to see he’s not at all...