My Brother Gets Buff Pt 1

I had a nice cock, it wasn’t huge, just over 7 inches when fully hard, and not beer can thickness, but it was well-proportioned, an even thickness to the shaft and a nice, rounded mushroom pink head.
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“Ty! Ty! Over here!”
I looked around over the sea of heads just outside the gates and saw him, bright smile on his face! I hitched up my backpack, grabbed my suitcase, and rushed to him through the airport crowd.
“Hi Jase!”
Jason beamed at me and next thing I knew he was bear-hugging me, almost cracking my ribs, lifting me off the ground while he whispered in my ear “Welcome home, little brother.”
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My name is Tyler, a 28-year-old gay man with a fetish for muscles. I’ve always known I liked men, and I’ve always had a thing for big muscles. Nothing turns me on more than a male bodybuilder showing off. I love watching their muscles swell and ripple as they move from one pose to another, veins popping all over their sweaty bodies. I love extremely muscular men who are proud of the bodies that they’ve worked so hard to build and are not shy about displaying them. Men who thrive in the appreciation they get for their sculpted muscles and are willing to allow worshippers like me pay tribute to their dedication, strength, and beauty. Yes, I am a muscle worshipper through and through.
Unfortunately, in my country, muscle worshipping is not really a thing. I’ve hooked up with my fair share of very muscular men, but none of them really understood the beauty of getting their muscles worshipped by a dedicated admirer like me. They just wanted to fuck, which I was fine with, don’t get me wrong, but felt shy or weirded out when I asked them to pose for me and let...