Thong, Muscle Worship, Pose, Biceps, Posers, Romance, Ollie, Hong Kong



With one foot in his own underwear, Ollie looked up and watched David pull his on.  It would have been comical to watch the big man shift and pull to get the small underpants past his thighs and buttocks, but the proportions of the man mesmerized Ollie.  David’s back was wider than it was tall, and his buttocks were globes that flexed and shifted with every movement.  For a moment, Ollie felt as though he were doing something illicit in watching the handsome giant dress for bed.  He had the same feeling he’d had when he saw other men dress in a locker room.

David229But this was no locker room.  This was the bathroom of one of the finest suites of The Peninsula.  And this man was his date.  All through their candlelit dinner, he had fidgeted almost as much as Ollie, torn between staying in the elegance of their tuxedos, and the thought of warm skin and gentle caresses.

“Wow!”, said Ollie.  “You would be Mr. Hong Kong for sure!~“

David looked comically serious.  “Hah!  Mr. Hong Kong?  I’d rather at least be Mr. China!”

“You could be anything you wanted,” said Ollie.  He let his eyes wander from David’s chest, to his crotch, to his thighs.

“Uh,” David began.  “Tomorrow, after they’re done with the commercial, they’re gonna have a big party at the Mandarin Oriental.  Fancy, again.  I mean, formal.”  The big man held his hands behind his back and drew little shapes on the floor with his big toe.  “I know we’ve been hanging out the last day and all that, and you probably have other things to do, but…”  he shrugged.  “I was…I was just wonderin’ if you wanted to go with me.”

Ollie’s eyes went wide.  “Of course I do!”

David grinned.  “Ya do?”

“Of course!  This whole day has been like a dream.  The best birthday I’ve ever had!”

“Well, you’re a young man now.  It should be special.”

“Yes,” Ollie said.

David strode up to Ollie.  Quietly he asked, “Still?  One bed?”

Ollie nodded.

“You sure?”

Ollie nodded again.  “I’ve been waiting to touch you.”

David smiled.  “I’ve been waiting to be touched.”  He reached down and took Ollie’s hand and kissed it gently.

Ollie could hardly restrain himself.  Again, he let his eyes wander over the huge muscles in front of him.  His breathing grew rapid.  “Can I… can I feel your muscle?”

David smirked and raised his eyebrows.  “And which one did you have in mind?”

Ollie blushed.  “Don’t do that,” he said, grinning.  “I’m nervous enough as it is.”

“I’m sorry,” said David.

“Your arm.”

“My arm?”

“Make a muscle.  I’ve always wanted to see what it felt like.”

“All right.  How’s this?”