The trip of a straight guy to Brazil

What the fuck was going on! Yet I was still hard…and looking at his magnificent muscled back, his cut triceps, perfect calves, and even just his demeanor settled things and almost without thinking I was following behind him. We went in past the doorman and soon we were in the elevator. He didn’t say anything while we were going up just watched the door while I couldn’t take my eyes off his body. The next few seconds were a flurry but soon I was unlocking the door to my apartment. Carlos immediately grabbed my forearm and dragged me inside. I let myself be led by him to the center of the living room. He took my forearm and placed it so that my palm rested on his incredible abs.

The contact was electric I felt weak in the knees. His tan skin was smooth and soft and it covered muscle that just seemed to vibrate with vitality. My hand was just frozen there. I looked in his face and lost it. He was very handsome with short brown hair and brown eyes, a perfect face…and again he just seemed to have an aura about him that was totally dominant. He wasn’t trying or anything…just his natural confidence was overwhelming. “This is what you were looking at?” he asked, a wry smile on his face.