Targeted

 Phil was looking forward to an evening with his newly purchased beefcake magazine. It had a wrestling special this month. He showered up and then changed into a clean jockstrap. It was well-worn and soft. He loved the way it enclosed him at the front, but felt exposed and vulnerable behind. 

He liked to read, while lying on his stomach, and spread a duvet on the floor to lie on. The curtains were drawn across the window for privacy, but it was too hot to close it completely and the curtains occasionally stirred in the evening breezes. A breath of the cool air kissed his ass cheeks sending a delicious sensation through his body. Slowly, he leafed through the magazine, becoming totally absorbed and increasingly excited. He rubbed himself against the duvet. The pictures were very good this month.

Suddenly two arms reached from behind him and grabbed his hands, pinning them to the floor. "Keep still" a deep toned voice said. Phil felt the weight of a body settling on his back, bare skin touching his own. 

"What is it, what do you want?"  Phil's voice trembled fearfully, but he amazed himself by not panicking. 

The stranger's hands tightened over his. "I've been watching you for some time" he said. "Seeing the window open tonight, I thought I'd drop in and introduce myself". He chuckled, "Yeah, introduce myself".

"Maybe I'd better get dressed" Phil said in a shaky voice.

The stranger laughed "You already are, that's what drew me in". He released one of Phil's hands and Phil felt him lift slightly as if adjusting something. Then he felt the weight pressing down again, the warmth of a chest on his back - and a touch on his backside cheeks too. And then came something in-between.  

 

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Photo from a 1993 beefcake mag, 'BoyProof'. 

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