The trip of a straight guy to Brazil

“Yeah,” I said, and licked my lips. He smirked. “So?” he asked. “What else do you want?” I didn’t say anything I just looked at his body, his chiseled pecks and rock-hard shoulders. He noticed but didn’t say anything. I extended my other hand and felt his shoulder and the power there. “Can I?” I asked. He just slightly did an “up” nod as if to say “go ahead.” I did just that. I ran my hands on his chest, several times on the magnificent ridges of his abs, on his shoulders and I felt his biceps. He was just looking at me smiling wryly or smirking at times. He curled his right bicep. I was in a total trance. He didn’t object as Ieaned forward. My face was close to his powerful bicep now, I felt the heat coming from it. Tentatively I reached out with my tongue and licked it. I felt his smell…a mixture of soap, sweat, and a hint of the sea and the beach from where he had clearly just come and my dick got a lot harder. He just stood there why I licked and then French kissed his bicep. My face was red-hot and my heart was pounding in my head, but I was too far gone to think about what I was doing!