Eyes lock. Fingers brush against tightened abs. Your breath comes faster. Your lip quivers, needfully. Your heart races. You're standing face-to-face with someone you've never met. You want him. And you know he wants you. There's nothing like it in the world, that heady feeling that says you will soon be in each other's arms...soon be inside each other...sweating, pumping, kissing, and wrapped up like clinging vines, all flesh and sinew and muscle and hard, throbbing cocks. You know it from the instant you see each other. It's chemistry. It's destiny. And it all comes to fruition when two men decide to have themselves a friendly wrestling match. That's what happens when A.J. Irons and Jake Lyons climb into the ring. They are fully clothed in workout gear, including shirts, and in the case of Lyons, pants. They gaze longingly at each other, a mutual admiration society, clearly trying to imagine the best and fastest way to discard those pesky clothes and get down to the real meat.

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