It was a sweltering, bright summer afternoon. The sports shop was bustling, but my eyes were fixed on him. He was browsing the racks, carefully selecting a slightly sheer white swimsuit that revealed the shape of his thighs, the slenderness of his torso, and the quiet strength of his shoulders. Every gesture, every movement captured my attention, awakening a curiosity tinged with desire. "Do you think it would suit me?" he asked with a mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with a wickedness that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart leaped. "I... yes," I murmured, unable to hide the turmoil that coursed through me at the mere thought of looking at him. He moved closer, the brush of his pelvis against mine sending a shiver down my thighs and stirring my swollen, dangling balls. His gaze, mischievous and provocative, seemed to probe my soul and my body at once. “I’m hesitating… could you help me?” he whispered with a mischievous wink. Our hands touched on the hanger of my swimsuit. That simple contact sent shivers through my lower abdomen, my balls trembling with anticipation of what was to come. “Thank you…” he murmured softly. “For being here.” He gestured for me to follow him toward the changing rooms: “Follow me… no one can see us here.” I followed him, my heart pounding. Each step brought our bodies closer, our torsos almost intentionally brushing against each other. I felt the warmth of his body against mine, the brush of his cock against my sides, and his fingers subtly sliding up my arm and back, making my balls shiver with every touch. Arriving at the changing rooms, he glanced around: “No one can see us. We can be alone for a moment.” I stepped through the curtain with him. The narrow, warm changing room seemed to suspend time. “I’m going to try on the swimsuit… if that doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Not at all,” I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away from his chest and buttocks. He pulled off his shorts, his sides brushing against mine, and I felt his erection slide against my balls, sending a delicious, electric shiver through me. The idea of ​​us being almost naked, even for just a few moments, filled me with intense emotion. “What if… you tried on this swimsuit for me?” he murmured provocatively. “I… I don’t know…” I stammered. I took the swimsuit, our fingers brushing against each other, the warmth of his body and his caresses on my large, dangling balls sending shivers down my spine. His eyes shone with a mischief that left me both bewildered and fascinated.He moved closer, closing the space between our torsos and sides. His hand slid down my back, brushing against my lower back and balls, then subtly returning to his erection, a bold yet delicate caress. Then, with a mischievous smile, he grasped my cock and began to stroke it slowly and deliberately, each deliberate movement igniting a powerful desire ...

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