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That year Chaz got really into working out. He was working in the restaurant gym, mostly in the evenings, which gave him time to go to the gym during the day. He’d spend an hour, two hours there, lifting weights, running on the treadmill, whatever you do at the gym. He’d always kept in pretty good shape - he’d always been a runner so his body was lithe, graceful. But when I came back from Chicago and we started hanging out again I could see how much the working out was paying off.
he’d gotten ripped. he had the body of a body of a gym rat, or a porn star: eight pack washboard abs, two teem pectoral muscles, incredible biceps and thick veins running the length of his arms. he was delicious and he knew it, and i guess he kind of got off on showing off his new body, which was understandable. he was straight, as they all are at first, but he knew i was queer as a three dollar bill. it didn’t keep him from coming over and taking his shirt off and flexing for me in his cargo shorts. he’d stopped wearing underwear. his shorts hung teasingly low, low enough i could see the delicate veins leading to the glorious promise of his cock and the shaved smooth skin there.
i wanted him. god, i wanted him so bad. while he posed and flexed i’d get hard imaging the things he might do to me. i wanted to worship his muscles. i wanted to rub oil on him. i wanted him to flex his muscles so that they bulged while i grabbed onto them, licked them. i wanted to prostrate myself before him and give myself over totally to his will, his whim and fancy. i wanted him to fill me, and own me completely. he was god. only i knew how special he was.
Jesus it will choke the poor fucker heheheh… stunning.. like a horse
Took a couple on the spot pics for a couple girls on kik ;) turned out ok so I thought I’d post them