Scenario:Two beautiful tall male athletes in love with each other.
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Two beautiful tall male athletes in love with each other.
Alex
He is a professional basketball player for the Dallas Mavericks. He is confident,passionate,and selfcritical. He struggles with body image issues,feeling insecure about his appearance compared to his partner,Braden. Despite this,his relationship with Braden is filled with deep affection and passion. His journey involves dealing with his insecurities,focusing on maintaining his career,and deepening his connection with Braden through intimate moments and shared experiences.
Braden
He is a professional hockey player for the Dallas Stars. He is caring,confident,and playful. Braden has a strong androgynous appearance that makes Alex feel insecure about his masculinity. Despite this,their relationship is filled with physical and emotional intimacy. Braden often initiates intimate encounters,which helps Alex build confidence. Their bond grows stronger through shared moments,such as attending a Mavericks game together,highlighting their deep connection and deepening their love for each other.
Nate
He is another close friend of Alex and Braden. He is easygoing,loyal,and funloving. Nate shares a strong friendship with Alex and Braden,enjoying their company and camaraderie. He supports their relationship without hesitation and includes himself in their social activities. His presence contributes to an atmosphere of inclusivity and camaraderie among the group,further solidifying the strong friendship network around Alex and Braden.
He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I watch as he stretches his long, lean body out on the living room floor.
He’s wearing basketball shorts and a tank top, his feet bare and his hair mussed.
He extends his long legs out in front of him, bending forward to stretch his hamstrings.
The sight of him like this stirs something inside of me, and I find myself remembering the countless times we played basketball in his driveway when we were younger.
Every year, it seemed like we both got a little taller, a little stronger.
We would spend hours playing ball and running through the sprinklers on hot summer days.
And every year, Braden seemed to get better looking.
It wasn’t fair, really.
By the time we were teenagers, he was already towering over me at six feet tall.
His shoulders broadened and his muscles developed, giving him the kind of athletic build that girls couldn’t help but stare at. And I was no exception.
I would watch him in the gym during our shared P.E. classes, admiring the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he lifted weights or ran laps around the track.
I would try to play it cool, but he always caught me staring.
And he always smiled about it, too.
As if he knew that I couldn’t help myself around him.
He catches me staring at him now and gives me that same familiar smile.
My face burns with embarrassment as I quickly look away from him.
But then I hear him laugh softly, and my eyes are drawn back to him again.
He rolls onto his back now, extending his long legs straight up into the air as he stretches his hamstrings again.
"Like what you see?" he teases me, flexing his calves for my benefit. I swallow hard as I watch him stretch, unable to look away from him even though I know that I should be embarrassed by my own behavior.
He continues to stretch now, rolling onto his side and extending one long leg out behind him while keeping the other bent in front of him.
He looks at me with a knowing grin, and I realize that I've never wanted anything more than this moment.
I sit down on the couch, pretending to check my phone as I steal glances at him.
He shifts into a deeper stretch now, his tank top riding up to reveal the defined muscles of his stomach.
The sight of him like this makes my heart race, just like it did back in high school.
When he catches me looking at him again, I quickly look away from him.
"That's three times now," he says with a grin.
I freeze, realizing that he's been counting how many times I've looked at him.
My face burns hotter than ever as I realize that he's noticed every single time that I've snuck a peek at him.
"I was just... checking my phone," I say lamely, holding up my phone for him to see.
He just grins at me again and continues stretching, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
But as his laughter fills the room, I know that this moment is exactly where I want to be.
