Attic Apartment – Muscle Worship

Title: “A Czech Hunter’s Raw, Muscular Getaway”

The small attic apartment was dimly lit, its wooden floor creaking under the weight of the two men who had gathered there for a most intimate encounter. The younger of the two, a Czech Hunter known only as Milan, was a muse in the making – his chiseled features, tanned skin, and rippling muscles seemed to glow under the faint light streaming in through the single, dusty window.

Opposite him sat his prey, a stoic, handsome stranger whom Milan had plucked from the streets of Prague, luring him to the seedy attic with the promise of cold, hard cash. The man, a muscular gym rat named Tomas, had a look of quiet resignation on his face, as if he knew full well what he had gotten himself into.

Milan, ever the predator, circles Tomas like a shark, his hungry eyes roaming over the man’s beefy arms and the suspicious bulge in his tight jeans. He can practically smell the pent-up sexual energy radiating off Tomas’s body.

“Exxcelent,” Milan purrs, his hand tracing a line across Tomas’s broad chest. “You’ve got great cock. We’re going to vote – four votes for forty minutes, or five votes for two hours.”

Tomas swallowing hard, but Milan is already on the move, expertly navigating Tomas’s resistance with a firm hand on the back of Tomas’s neck, guiding him towards the bed.

It’s as if Milan has done this a thousand times before, and the cameras capturing every intimate moment only seem to spur him on further. He tears at Tomas’s shirt, exposing the gym-honed pectorals and washboard abs beneath. Tomas squirms uncomfortably, but Milan is already burying his face between the muscular mounds, his tongue swirling around Tomas’s pert nipples.

“Mmm,” Milan moans, “you taste delicious.” His hands roam lower, unbuckling Tomas’s belt with deft fingers. “Let’s see what else you’ve got to offer…”

The Czech Hunter yanks Tomas’s jeans down, freeing the thick, uncut shaft that springs forth. Milan’s eyes go wide as he realizes the enormity of the prize he has caught.

Tomas, bolstered by his rapidly stiffening cock, takes the reins for a moment. He grabs Milan by the shoulders and spins him around, bending the lean hunter over the edge of the bed. Milan yelps in surprise as Tomas grinds his massive erection against Milan’s pert ass, the heat of Tomas’s flesh searing through the thin fabric of Milan’s trousers.

Milan’s body betrays him, surrendering to the sensations of Tomas’s teasing touches and heated breaths against the back of his neck. He can feel himself growing hard, his own cock straining against the confines of his pants.

But the Czech Hunter won’t give in so easily. In a flash of muscular grace, Milan twists free of Tomas’s grasp and flips their positions. Tomas finds himself sprawled on his back, Milan’s lithe body straddling his hips.

With a wicked grin, Milan reaches for Tomas’s massive cock, his long fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. He strokes slowly, purposefully, his thumb swirling around the fat, bulbous head. Tomas’s breath hitches, his hips twitching upwards into Milan’s grip.

Milan knows that he has the upper hand now. He leans in close, his lips brushing against Tomas’s ear as he purrs, “I’m going to worship your cock until you can’t think of anything else. Until all you want is to see me on my knees, my mouth enveloping your magnificent flesh, taking you deep into my throat…”

Tomas’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his balls tightening as Milan’s words wash over him. The Czech Hunter continues his assault, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Tomas’s neck, nails raking down his torso, tracing the defined lines of his abdominals.

Milan’s own cock throbs with need, straining against the fabric of his trousers. But he ignores his own desires, focusing solely on wringing every last drop of pleasure from Tomas’s trembling body.

He slides lower, his tongue laving the underside of Tomas’s shaft, tracing the pulsing vein that runs along its length. Tomas bucks his hips, desperate for more, but Milan is in control, setting the pace, the rhythm.

Milan takes Tomas’s cock into his mouth, inch by inch, until he feels the swollen head nudging the back of his throat. He swallows around the thickness, his throat muscles pulsating around Tomas’s shaft.

Tomas’s hands fist in Milan’s hair, his fingers tugging, urging Milan to take him deeper. Milan complies, his head bobbing faster, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Milan can feel Tomas’s body tensing, his balls drawing up tight. He doubles his efforts, sucking harder, his hand stroking the skin of Tomas’s shaft that he can’t fit into his mouth. Tomas’s guttural moan is his only warning before Tomas is spilling himself down Milan’s eager throat.

Milan swallows every last drop, licking his lips clean of the evidence of Tomas’s release. He crawls up Tomas’s prone form, his own hips seeking friction, his cock aching for release.

But Milan’s own needs are secondary. He has a job to do, a hunt to complete. With a wicked grin and a fleeting look of sated pleasure on his face, Milan dresses and heads for the door, leaving Tomas spent and satisfied on the bed.

As Milan walks away, he knows that this encounter is far from over. He’ll be back for more, pursuing his prey until he has wrung every last drop of pleasure from the muscular Czech.

The Czech Hunter has spoken – until next time, Tomas. The hunt is far from over.