Going to the beach with your straight best friend was a blissful torture. He had an amazing body and

Going to the beach with your straight best friend was a blissful torture. He had an amazing body and he knew it, he loved showing it off in front of you. He always took his time getting undressed, allowing you to take in every inch of his smooth tanned skin as he peeled his clothes off. He knew you were watching, and loving what you saw, he knew you’d give anything to be able to lick the beads of sweat that rolled down from his neck, past those rock hard pecs, trailing along those washboard abs, down that v-shaped line that lead to the prominent bulge you’d never been able to see…..he looked up at you and smiled. Neither of you had to say anything, your erection and his cocky smile said it all.