Web Ch. 01: Greg & Ruben
If there was one thing Greg loved about himself, it was his tongue. In his wildest naughty laughs, that tongue would climb out, long and wet. And when he wanted to be particularly filthy, he'd work his tongue like a seductive belly dancer.
True, his body wasn't bad at all, but that was something he could work to perfection. His tongue was something to be born with, it was one of a kind, and there was no improvement anyone could make to match his.
Studying the ridges of his muscles, Greg continued his self-worship in the bathroom mirror. A gym rat since late high school, Greg worked at his body until he finished college, achieving the wide, rounded, mountainous physique he had always admired and fucked. How many muscleboys had he seduced since he started? He knew for sure it was five during high school, but once he was able to hit the gay clubs during college, he lost count.
And even if he could count, all of the drunken nights he'd forgotten would make that number inaccurate.
Licking his bicep, Greg promptly grabbed at his crotch, squeezing through the fabric of his white boxer briefs. The image in the mirror of his soft, dripping wet lips on muscle horned him up. Fuck, he couldn't wait.
Slowly slipping out of his boxer briefs, savoring every moment of them gracing down his legs, Greg put them down on the doorknob and waddled into his bedroom, his hand groping around his crotch. Getting onto his bed on his knees, he positioned himself so he could see himself well in his mirror above the low headboard. His cock was rock. It bounced up and down on its own as Greg admired himself, groping his chest with his thumb circling his nipple.
Reaching a bottle of lotion propped up on the headboard just next to his favorite red vibrator, he squeezed the bottle's content into his palm and sensually rubbed it down his torso, sliding his hand down to his shaft and greasing it up as he moaned in self-indulgence.
