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Wet Race in Lycra

Added 2024-01-15 08:20:14 +0000 UTC

I was photographing for a sports magazine when my eyes caught the unimaginable. A forty-something runner, skin like the finest chocolate, and a lush beard that only added virility to the scene.

The day, cloudy and cool, competed with the heat that radiated from that man. His muscles vibrated to the rhythm of each stride, highlighted by the tight lycra pants that outlined a sinful silhouette. 🔥 The bulge... oh, that bulge, marked and promising, swung hypnotically, tempting me to stare, and how could I not, if even his shaved pubis was visible, suggestive. He ran alone, master and lord of the road, as if the world belonged to him. And for a moment, I believed it did.

The humidity was not just a matter of the climate, because between my fingers, the click of the camera became more and more feverish. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can see him, that Adonis in lycra taking over my lens and those unmentionable desires that only he awoke.