When I was first contacted by Nick Braso his email said he was eighteen and athletic. I was half expecting a skinny smooth twink with a little bit of definition from a little afternoon basketball with the boys. Man, was I surprised when this muscular adonnis walked into my office. He is almost overwhelming because he's got the most angelic face (which I would find out later can make the most devilish grin one could imagine) and a body to die for.
This was no afternoon game of basketball, this was hours and hours at the gym. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans so I couldn't see the rest of his body at first, and I figured for his age, and the fact that so many bodybuilders keep their bodies smooth to show off their muscle definition, that my pursuit of the hirsute would have to wait.
Then he took off his shirt to reveal a beautiful light dusting of hair covering his amazingly sculpted pecs, twisting in little bunches around his chewable nipples, and gathering around the lower half of his perfect abs, hinting at the luscious mound of pubes that lay hidden under his baggy jeans.
Well, I thought to myself, why not go for broke? I had him drop his drawers and I nearly fell out. Not only does he have the most beautiful muscular legs one could wish for but they were covered in a thick matt of fur that, had I not been the professional that I am, would have run my hands through for hours.
Then I crossed my fingers. The bulge in his shorts clearly showed that he was well endowed but as perfect as he was standing there in a pair of tight briefs, it was almost too much to hope for. I waited a moment, savoring the site of this incredibly handsome creature standing in my office. Then, without my even prompting, he took off the underwear. His semi-hard cock flopped out like a beast being released from it's cage, making an audible slap against his thigh.
