What’s this pose called? (Patreon)

As the baseball team finished their warm-up, the players gathered around the dugout, chatting and stretching. Among them was Tyler, a beefy catcher known for his powerful swings and imposing physique. He stood tall, his broad shoulders and muscular frame filling out his uniform perfectly.

Tyler casually leaned against the dugout railing, his legs slightly apart, and began to stretch. He lowered his body into a deep squat, his thighs powerful and thick as they supported his weight. As he did so, his bulging muscles flexed and strained against his tight uniform pants, drawing the attention of his teammates and a few curious onlookers.

Unaware of the subtle stir he was causing, Tyler continued his stretch, his arms raised above his head. His armpits were deep and inviting, the scent of his masculine sweat filling the air. The curve of his biceps and the definition of his triceps were on full display, a testament to his dedication to the sport and his rigorous training regimen.

As he held the squat, Tyler's bulge became more prominent, straining against the fabric of his pants. It was clear that he was well-endowed, and the thought of what lay beneath that uniform sent a shiver through those who noticed. His teammates exchanged knowing glances, some unable to tear their eyes away from the enticing display.

Tyler's eyes closed as he savored the stretch, his breath coming in deep, satisfied sighs. He seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on those around him, his focus entirely on the sensation of his muscles contracting and relaxing. The bulge in his pants twitched slightly, as if inviting someone to come closer and explore the hidden depths of his desire.

The baseball diamond had become a stage for Tyler's unintentional erotic display, and the audience was captivated. Some of the players whispered among themselves, their eyes darting between Tyler's bulging muscles and the tantalizing glimpse of his armpits. It was clear that Tyler was a man comfortable in his body, confident in his strength and masculinity.

As Tyler finally rose from his squat, his teammates snapped out of their trance, realizing they had been caught staring. Tyler gave a casual grin, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief as he noticed the effect he'd had on them. He sauntered back onto the field, his movements confident and full of swagger.

The game began, but the memory of Tyler's erotic squatting display lingered in the minds of those who witnessed it. The image of his powerful thighs, straining muscles, and inviting armpits would fuel their fantasies long after the final pitch had been thrown. Tyler, the beefy baseball player, had unknowingly become the object of desire for more than just the opposing team.