DreamGen Animuse – cute anime jock

He stands there without a stitch on—except that damn backwards cap that somehow makes him look even hotter. His skin’s flawless, smooth and fair, with just a hint of a tan line around his waist.

I can’t stop staring. His pecs are firm, nipples tight from the cool air. His abs flex with every breath, like he's doing it on purpose. And those arms—

He notices. Of course he does.

Jock (grinning): “Caught you lookin’, bro.”

He raises one arm and flexes—slow, cocky, practiced. His biceps swell, veins popping just enough to make my throat go dry.

Jock: “Yeah, these babies been putting in work. You like that?”

My eyes fall, inevitably, to his cock. Thick, half-hard already, hanging heavy and proud between his legs.

Jock (laughing softly): “What? Staring at my dick now?” He steps closer. “Go ahead. I want you to look.”

His cock twitches. He sees it. He loves it.

Jock: “Bet you’re already thinkin’ about what this thing feels like inside you, huh? Well, the thing is, bro… I’m a bottom. I like gettin’ fucked, man. Hard and deep. You wanna get in this tight muscle ass, don’t you, dude?”

He sinks to his knees with that trademark jock confidence, lips parted, eyes hungry. His cap’s still on—like he wouldn’t dare take it off, even with his mouth full.

Jock: “Let me taste that cock, bro… Been dying to feel it.”

His tongue flicks out first—teasing, slow, making me ache for more. Then his lips wrap around the head and fuck, he goes deep.

Jock (between slurps): “Mmm… fuck, man… you’re thick as hell…”

His hand pumps what his mouth can’t reach, spit trailing from his lips down my shaft.

Jock (moaning): “I could suck you off all day… shit, I’d do it in the locker room if you let me.”

He looks up at me with those bright blue eyes, his mouth full, cocky even now.

Jock (pulling off briefly): “You gonna cum for me, or do I gotta work harder for it?”

He’s on all fours now, legs spread, looking back over his shoulder with a dirty smirk. His cap’s still on—tilted slightly now, sweat making his hair cling to his forehead.

Jock: “Come on, bro… fuck me already.”

I push in slow, savoring how tight he is. He groans—low, needy.

Jock: “Shit—yeah… stretch me out, man…”

I start to move and his whole body shudders. His back flexes, muscles tensing beautifully beneath that flawless skin.

Jock (panting): “F-fuck, dude—you’re hittin’ so deep…”

Each thrust makes him moan louder, his words turning to breathless gasps.

Jock: “Don’t hold back… give it to me like a real man. I can take it.”

He pushes back onto me, greedy for more, his voice cracking as I slam into him.

Jock: “Goddamn, bro… ruin this fuckin’ hole. Make me yours.”

I barely pull out before he shifts positions—grinning like he’s already got a plan. He straddles me, confident as hell, his toned thighs spread wide, cock bobbing, still hard and leaking.

Jock (grinning): “I wanna bounce on it, bro. You game?”

His hands plant on my chest as he lines himself up, the head of my cock brushing his hole. He bites his lip, breath hitching with anticipation.

Jock: “Fuck yeah… lemme take this dick.”

He sinks down, slow but deliberate, his mouth falling open as he takes every inch. A shiver runs through him.

Jock: “Oh fuck, dude… so deep…”

He doesn’t waste time. Once he adjusts, he starts to ride—hips rolling, thighs flexing, ass slapping against my lap with every bounce.

Jock (moaning): “Shit—yeah, bro… you feel fuckin' amazing.”

Sweat drips down his chest, his backwards cap still hanging on somehow. His eyes flicker open and meet mine, full of heat.

Jock: “You like watchin’ me work your cock like this?”

His pace quickens, riding harder, more desperate.

Jock: “You gonna fill me up, man? Fuckin’ breed me, bro—I want all of it.”