Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how much I like to drink him in with my eyes. I don’t know what it is exactly, but there’s something about him that’s sexier than any other man I’ve met. His pheromones are like drugs; just physically being around him and smelling his nice, clean, boy smell is the most intoxicating thing in the world. It’s as though Ecstasy was derived from the heady pleasure that I experience around him. It lights a hunger in me that I’ve never experienced before. Desire I’ve known, but this is something different. My body needs him.
And that need intensifies. He’s walking in front of me; at first he was next to me and I could see the silhouette of his massive cock bulging out in the jeans he wears that I love. Then I slowed my gait a little bit so I could look at his legs and butt and watch the muscles in his strong arms tense and relax with every hand motion. There’s a quiet power in him that’s evident in every move. It’s not flashy, which is good as I hate flashy, but it’s equally obvious. There’s a sureness and confidence with the way he moves that draws my attention. He has the same energy when he touches me and it drives me wild. I know I’m in good hands and he knows how good they are.