musclelucca
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I wake up from the heat of the unforgiving sun. I find myself lying in the dust of a rocky desert, not knowing how or why I came here. I am lost and alone, looking in every direction for orientation or help. It is quiet and hot, only a small breeze every once in a while is bringing some relief.
Then a small cloud of dust appears on the horizon. I protect my eyes against the bright sunlight to better focus the approaching figure. As it moves closer and emerges from the hazing heat waves, the shimmering shadow turns out to be a horseback rider, heading towards me from the distance.
I feel relieved and use my last power to wave towards the stranger. I can now hear the galloping horse while sunrays relentlessly burn my neck. The duo is slowing down, coming to a stop a few feet away from me. The final sight just struck me: It is a young Native American, certainly still in his late teens, his flawless body barely covered with a loincloth. Yet another breeze arises and blows back his long black and silky hair, uncovering a sharp and youthful face that must have been shaped by the Gods themselves. The golden boy is looking down on me seriously, whilst sitting wide spread on his horse’s back. His muscular legs are firmly gripping the sides of his friend, keeping one hand on the mane. A soft black fuzz spreads over the boy’s well honed calves and thighs, diminishing as his powerful legs reaach his barely covered hips. Riding without a saddle paid off for the young hunk so far, making him irresistibly lean and naturally ripped.
With no words exchanged, he reaches me his hand from above. I grab it thankfully and smile at him in return, but still his look is sincere. I briefly marvel at the dense and dark, yet delicate fur that is covering his armpit in tiny curls. As he pulls me up his sun-kissed biceps swell impressively - accentuated by a tight thin leather strap around his triceps. With almost no effort the young Native heaves me up on his horse’s back, to settle close behind him. He reaches back, indicating that I should put my arms around his waist. As I join my hands in front of him on the hemline of his scant attire, I can feel the soft trail of hair that has made its way up his tight six-pack from underneath. I move up closer, tightening my grip around him. His muscular back is comforting me as I rest my head on his neck, smelling his warm scent of eager youthfulness.
A short whistle is the command for his horse to get going again, increasing its speed as we move away into the developing sunset. As we jolt rapidly through the open, my young saviour’s muscles tense up constantly in line with the gallop’s beat. His firm butt is jumping up and down on me, temptingly caressing my hardening cock as it settles where his crack manifests beneath the thin leather cloth. I cannot help it as my hands start wandering, as if by accident, around his defined abs and bulging chest. Soon I am drifting off as his hair is gently stroking my face while I enjoy the touch of the peach soft skin that is covering his rock hard body.
As we reach an abandoned tent that appears as from nowhere, night has already fallen. The quiet boy helps me off his horse, and starts a fire while I rest inside on a blanket. The campfire has already grown to a steady burn when he enters the tent to join me. I get up and finally I have the strength again to thank him for saving me. But even before I could open my mouth, he is taking my hand and puts it gently on his chest. I look at him deeply as the fire from outside is lighting up his perfect body in warm colors. The young Native is slowly steering my hand to his hip, signalling me to undo the already loose knot. As I pull the string, sparks fly outside and light up the perfect long haired boy again as the piece of leather is falling to the floor. I admire in awe as my eyes wander from his beautiful face to his hard chest, down his shredded abs and finally his semi-hard cock, surrounded by a fluffy bush of pubes that reaches up to his inviting belly button.
I move a step closer, just an inch away from his face. I can smell his warm breath as he closes his eyes and slightly opens his mouth. As I carefully touch his full lips with mine, my hands move down his firm, sculpted arms until I reach his waist. My fingers trace his distinct v-lines as his wet tongue is searching for mine. While enjoying the taste of the young muscle boy, I am going deeper with my hands, moving downwards slowly through his thick bush, finally getting hold off his still hanging veined young cock. I start teasing back his soft foreskin as we passionately kiss until I suddenly feel that he’s leaking precum.
I cannot hold back any longer. I gently steer the boy to the blanket and indicate him to lie down. As he’s lying on his back, the soft light from the fire accentuates his aesthetics even more. I carefully spread his legs to get a full view of the perfect male wonderland in front of me: A hard young cock nestled in a musky bush, completed by perfect low hanging hairy balls. As I slowly pull back his foreskin in joy, he puts his arms behind his back in pleasure, once again showing off his flexing biceps and inviting armpits to me. He moans quietly as I put my fingertip on the glistening tip of his cock, pulling a long string of viscous pre-juice from it. I start stroking his stiff cock, constantly pulling his foreskin back and forth. Never stopping, I move up, burying my face in his armpit, smelling and inhaling his invigorating scent. Looking back, I see that my jerking has created a thick white foam from his precum, which settles nicely atop his dick and around the rim of his foreskin. While moving down in anticipation, I give his hard nipples a quick lick.
The sight of the dense white froth on the pulsating hardon causes my mouth to water. I get a first taste of the sweet nectar as it pleasures my tongue, soon diving into the whole foreskin and licking out everything in a slow swirl. While my young Native is bending in pleasure, I suddenly notice a tantalizing scent that rises from below his shrugging balls. The mixture of sweat, testosterone and pure horniness leads me down below, gently probing his warm, wet and fuzzy crack with my tongue. He is opening up for me, spreading his muscular legs even more, revealing his perfectly sculpted and twitching hole to me. I start licking it with long broad strokes, then circling around the rim with slight pressure. His hole is moistening up as I gently start to tongue fuck and eat out his pink pucker, making sure I get to taste as much of the delicious juice his eager hole is producing in ecstasy. As I continue running my wet tongue around and through his hairy crack, his balls start to move up, indicating me to give him the final pleasure.
As I start tickling his tense fraenum with my tongue, I keep stimulating his wet and damp hole with my fingers. His thrusts are getting heavier and heavier, so I finally put myself over his glistening cock-tip and continue to swirl around fastly. Moaning heavily with pleasure, he ultimately explodes with a hot stream of creamy man juice into my thirsty mouth, as I simultaneously jizz myself from the joy of having him served so well.
After sucking of every drop off his still pulsating cock, I take a final look on the perfect body lying before me. He still hasn’t said a word, but his heavy breathing and content look on his face tell more than thousand words. As I lay down next to his warm frame, I start caressing his ripped body again, wondering when I will ever dream of my Young Native American again.
Then a small cloud of dust appears on the horizon. I protect my eyes against the bright sunlight to better focus the approaching figure. As it moves closer and emerges from the hazing heat waves, the shimmering shadow turns out to be a horseback rider, heading towards me from the distance.
I feel relieved and use my last power to wave towards the stranger. I can now hear the galloping horse while sunrays relentlessly burn my neck. The duo is slowing down, coming to a stop a few feet away from me. The final sight just struck me: It is a young Native American, certainly still in his late teens, his flawless body barely covered with a loincloth. Yet another breeze arises and blows back his long black and silky hair, uncovering a sharp and youthful face that must have been shaped by the Gods themselves. The golden boy is looking down on me seriously, whilst sitting wide spread on his horse’s back. His muscular legs are firmly gripping the sides of his friend, keeping one hand on the mane. A soft black fuzz spreads over the boy’s well honed calves and thighs, diminishing as his powerful legs reaach his barely covered hips. Riding without a saddle paid off for the young hunk so far, making him irresistibly lean and naturally ripped.
With no words exchanged, he reaches me his hand from above. I grab it thankfully and smile at him in return, but still his look is sincere. I briefly marvel at the dense and dark, yet delicate fur that is covering his armpit in tiny curls. As he pulls me up his sun-kissed biceps swell impressively - accentuated by a tight thin leather strap around his triceps. With almost no effort the young Native heaves me up on his horse’s back, to settle close behind him. He reaches back, indicating that I should put my arms around his waist. As I join my hands in front of him on the hemline of his scant attire, I can feel the soft trail of hair that has made its way up his tight six-pack from underneath. I move up closer, tightening my grip around him. His muscular back is comforting me as I rest my head on his neck, smelling his warm scent of eager youthfulness.
A short whistle is the command for his horse to get going again, increasing its speed as we move away into the developing sunset. As we jolt rapidly through the open, my young saviour’s muscles tense up constantly in line with the gallop’s beat. His firm butt is jumping up and down on me, temptingly caressing my hardening cock as it settles where his crack manifests beneath the thin leather cloth. I cannot help it as my hands start wandering, as if by accident, around his defined abs and bulging chest. Soon I am drifting off as his hair is gently stroking my face while I enjoy the touch of the peach soft skin that is covering his rock hard body.
As we reach an abandoned tent that appears as from nowhere, night has already fallen. The quiet boy helps me off his horse, and starts a fire while I rest inside on a blanket. The campfire has already grown to a steady burn when he enters the tent to join me. I get up and finally I have the strength again to thank him for saving me. But even before I could open my mouth, he is taking my hand and puts it gently on his chest. I look at him deeply as the fire from outside is lighting up his perfect body in warm colors. The young Native is slowly steering my hand to his hip, signalling me to undo the already loose knot. As I pull the string, sparks fly outside and light up the perfect long haired boy again as the piece of leather is falling to the floor. I admire in awe as my eyes wander from his beautiful face to his hard chest, down his shredded abs and finally his semi-hard cock, surrounded by a fluffy bush of pubes that reaches up to his inviting belly button.
I move a step closer, just an inch away from his face. I can smell his warm breath as he closes his eyes and slightly opens his mouth. As I carefully touch his full lips with mine, my hands move down his firm, sculpted arms until I reach his waist. My fingers trace his distinct v-lines as his wet tongue is searching for mine. While enjoying the taste of the young muscle boy, I am going deeper with my hands, moving downwards slowly through his thick bush, finally getting hold off his still hanging veined young cock. I start teasing back his soft foreskin as we passionately kiss until I suddenly feel that he’s leaking precum.
I cannot hold back any longer. I gently steer the boy to the blanket and indicate him to lie down. As he’s lying on his back, the soft light from the fire accentuates his aesthetics even more. I carefully spread his legs to get a full view of the perfect male wonderland in front of me: A hard young cock nestled in a musky bush, completed by perfect low hanging hairy balls. As I slowly pull back his foreskin in joy, he puts his arms behind his back in pleasure, once again showing off his flexing biceps and inviting armpits to me. He moans quietly as I put my fingertip on the glistening tip of his cock, pulling a long string of viscous pre-juice from it. I start stroking his stiff cock, constantly pulling his foreskin back and forth. Never stopping, I move up, burying my face in his armpit, smelling and inhaling his invigorating scent. Looking back, I see that my jerking has created a thick white foam from his precum, which settles nicely atop his dick and around the rim of his foreskin. While moving down in anticipation, I give his hard nipples a quick lick.
The sight of the dense white froth on the pulsating hardon causes my mouth to water. I get a first taste of the sweet nectar as it pleasures my tongue, soon diving into the whole foreskin and licking out everything in a slow swirl. While my young Native is bending in pleasure, I suddenly notice a tantalizing scent that rises from below his shrugging balls. The mixture of sweat, testosterone and pure horniness leads me down below, gently probing his warm, wet and fuzzy crack with my tongue. He is opening up for me, spreading his muscular legs even more, revealing his perfectly sculpted and twitching hole to me. I start licking it with long broad strokes, then circling around the rim with slight pressure. His hole is moistening up as I gently start to tongue fuck and eat out his pink pucker, making sure I get to taste as much of the delicious juice his eager hole is producing in ecstasy. As I continue running my wet tongue around and through his hairy crack, his balls start to move up, indicating me to give him the final pleasure.
As I start tickling his tense fraenum with my tongue, I keep stimulating his wet and damp hole with my fingers. His thrusts are getting heavier and heavier, so I finally put myself over his glistening cock-tip and continue to swirl around fastly. Moaning heavily with pleasure, he ultimately explodes with a hot stream of creamy man juice into my thirsty mouth, as I simultaneously jizz myself from the joy of having him served so well.
After sucking of every drop off his still pulsating cock, I take a final look on the perfect body lying before me. He still hasn’t said a word, but his heavy breathing and content look on his face tell more than thousand words. As I lay down next to his warm frame, I start caressing his ripped body again, wondering when I will ever dream of my Young Native American again.
