My casual friend, Mike, sits with his long legs draped over the base of his bed as he proceeds to race me in the video game.
I allow myself to smell the potent blood coursing through his slim, tight, fit body. I can hear his heart in his chest beating powerful and his fibrous, corded muscles in his exposed forearms reflect his low fat and runner’s physique he’s developed over his years as a competitive runner and strict diet.
My mouth waters as I smell Mike’s virile semen, calling to me, enticing me to drink from the athlete who surprisingly trusts me to be nearby him, alone in his dormitory.
My eyes focus on the bulging veins in his large hands, vascular and beautiful with his long, slim fingers and lick my lips at the sight of the pulse of his artery while he holds the controller in his hands.
“You’re so bad at this,” Mike jokes with a confident, sexy smile, showing me his perfect teeth.
“Oh yeah?” I reply coyly and proceed to surpass him three times in a row.
“Ok, I see how it is. How about best out of three?”