When nature calls, and the number is busy
He hates the feeling, and enjoys it at the same time... it is time, his body is burning, all the hormones are active, neurons are firing, pheromones are in the air... sad story there is no one to catch the invitation. all this whirlwind of ecstasy is cuasing him to be aroused by his own attirbutes, even when he does nto think himself attracting, he loves his smell, he shivers with the touch of his own skin, his hot breath is so cold and refreshing on top of his burning flesh. Such is hte emotion that control is lost and his member hangs down his pants... there was nothign to contain the beast inside, trying to trap it wuold have been harder than holding the ocean in a glass... passion is the only language that he understands and all his senses are already perfectly tuned to react to the slightest stimulus and in the darkness of his humongously sexual mind the hunger will wait...