By New York Cheech
He was standing in a front of a pet store, looking at the puppies in the window. He took my breath away. Half squatting to get a good look at a Dalmatian puppy, his Adidas warm-up pants were hugging his muscular legs and beefy ass. But his upper body was even more impressive. He was bulging out of his tight white t-shirt. Awesome shoulders, bulging pecs, and an impressive v-shaped back that tapered down to a narrow waist. He was a fantasy come to life. His arms were muscular, and I could see a hint of a tattoo peeking out beneath his tight sleeve (were those handcuffs inked into his shoulder?). He had thick wrists and sinewy forearms. His hands were large, tanned and with a little hair on each knuckle.
His face was just as intimidating as his body. Short cropped hair, a chiseled jawline covered with a five o’clock shadow. His full lips turned up at the corners as he smiled at the pup. He was wearing mirrored shades, which added just a hint of mystery to this fine-looking man.
