Muscle Asian Star @BobbyMaruXXX Sucks My Dick Until I Shoot

Thetrain horns blared as the subway car screeched to a halt at the station. The doors slid open, revealing a packed platform teeming with commuters eager to catch their ride home. Amidst the sea ofsuits and backpacks, a stood out – a towering figure with bulging muscles that strained against his fitted shirt, his dark hair closely cropped, his eyes scanning the crowd with a smoldering intensity.

That was Bobby Maru, the Korean muscle god, fresh off another grueling session at the gym. His pores dripped with the stench of sweat and testosterone, the musky aroma wafting through the air, drawing glances and whispers from onlookers. Bobby relished the attention, his thick cock twitching in his pants as he imagined theسينسكي preserve over exploits he would engage in once he got home.

Nestled amongst the concrete towers of Seoul, Bobby’s bachelor apartment was a shrine to his narcissistic lifestyle. Weights and weightlifting magazines littered the living room floor, while a full-length mirror was strategically positioned to capture every angle of his hulking physique.

The moment he stepped through the front door, Bobby began stripping off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a trail leading to the bathroom. He turned on the spray, letting the water cascade over his rippling abs and gllistening pectorals. His hand drifted down to his throbbing cock, engorged and ready for action.

Suddenly, a knock on the door snapped Bobby out of his masturbatory haze. Cursing under his breath, he quickly shut off the water and flung open the door, hismamookt membrotum hanging loosely in his hand. Standing on the other side was his roommate, a scrawny Korean stud named Jun, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Bobby’s glistening body and huge, swinging cock.

“Can I help you?” Bobby growled, desperate to alleviate the ache in his balls.

Jun swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Bobby’s meat. “I, uh, forgot my gym bag. Left it in your room last night.”

Bobby stepped aside, gesturing for Jun to retrieve it. The slender man scurried past him, trying his best not to stare at the hulking muscle god’s turgid dick. As Jun rummaged through the mountain of dirty laundry, Bobby leaned against the doorframe, his heavy cock swaying inches from the other man’s face.

“You done jerking off yet, or you need a hand?” Bobby asked, his voice thick with lust.

Jun’s fingers froze on the zipper of his bag, his eyes flicking up to meet Bobby’s hungry gaze. “I…I mean, I could help. If you want.”

“Just shut up and put that pretty mouth to work,” Bobby commanded, grabbing Jun by the hair and pulling him towards his manhood.

Jun opened his mouth willingly, his tongue darting out to lap at the swollen head. The salty taste of Bobby’s pre-cum sent a shiver down his spine, his own cock straining against his jeans. He took Bobby’s fat cock into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the girth.

Bobby grunted in pleasure, his hips bucking forward to drive his thick meat deeper down Jun’s throat. The smaller man gagged and sputtered, tears springing to his eyes as he struggled to breathe around the invading shaft. But he didn’t pull away, determined to satisfy the muscle god’s every desire.

Bobby fucked Jun’s face relentlessly, his balls slapping against the man’s chin with each thrust. Jun relaxed his throat, allowing Bobby to plunge even deeper, the tip of his dick brushing the back of Jun’s neck. Bobby could feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling and pulsing inside the tight, warm embrace of Jun’s oral cavity.

With a roar of pleasure, Bobby slammed his cock all the way in, his seed erupting from the tip and flooding Jun’s esophagus. Jun swallowed rapidly, trying to keep up with the deluge of jizz, his own cock exploding in his pants as he was pushed over the edge by the intensity of the experience.

When Bobby finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected his still-hard cock to Jun’s lips. The smaller man gasped for air, his face flushed and sweaty, rivulets of jizz dribbling down his chin. Bobby smirked, giving his sticky cock a few lazy strokes.

“Not bad, kid,” he said, his tone almost approving. “Thanks for the assist.”

Jun merely nodded, too spent to respond, his body trembling with aftershocks. Bobby smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. Another dick suck conquered, another conquest to add to his already impressive list.

He turned away, leaving Jun sprawled on the floor, and headed back to the shower to wash off the evidence of their illicit encounter. Jun struggled to his feet, grabbing his gym bag and staggering out of the apartment, his mind reeling from the intensity of what he had just experienced.

Bobby watched him go from the bathroom window, his cock already chubbing back up at the thought of their next encounter. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would be sinking his thick dick into Jun’s tight ass, claiming the younger man fully as his conquest.

But for now, he had that shower to attend to, and a load of laundry to wash – his fucked up lingerie, stained with the cum of countless other victims. The never-ending cycle of sex and lust, of muscles and meat and sweaty, pulsing cocks.

Bobby grinned savagely, the coiled snake of his bicep flexing as he turned on the water, ready to continue his depraved lifestyle, one greasy hairy man sandwich at a time.