Carl

Carl Coltrane, that sexy best friend of Daniel's, has been jogging a lot this year, now he's moved to Carlton. He's got really into it. 

He's inspired me to go jogging wth Daniel.

"You coming jogging again?" asked Daniel.

"Yep."

"That's three days this week."

"Really, I hadn't kept count."

"Really?" said Daniel.

He's looking great. Those little shorts that cup his sexy arse like the proverbial glove - around those little cheeks snugly. His thighs are solid, curve at the front, hairy, his shorts always fit snug on them, yum, fucken, yum! And when he jogs topless, just with a slash of material around him, he looks sexy as....

"You know Carl is straight, don't you?" said Daniel.

"Yeah, sure."

"He's not going to..."

"I'm just trying to get fitter, don't you want me to come."

"No. Come. But Carl isn't gay."

"I know," I said.

Carl smiles and waves as he heads up the street. I'd lick that for hours, I think, as I watch him run towards us.

"Don't make any clumsy moves on him," said Daniel.

"I can see how you are looking at him?"

"Relax, will you."