Friday is the Day
Friday is the day to hit the gym. I know this is kind of reverse to what most people think, they think that Monday is the day to go. Guilt Monday.
I disagree. Friday is good. Friday is great.Set you up for the weekend.
Let's go down and see what cute boys are down there pumping their muscles. Scratching their hairy legs. Pulling their jocks out of their arses.
Little shorts, singlets, off guard. Hot legs, nice chests, distracted smiles. Sweating. Wet. Panting.
Daniel has been going too. We look pretty good together. Steven, the little girlie queen - and there is nothing wrong with that - friend of mine thinks Daniel and I are two hot brothers. I know the little fag is fantasying about Daniel, you know, the straight boy, so I don't get a big head about it. Steven thinks he is being oh so cool. He thinks he is being oh so nonchalant.
"Who's the kid in the shorts that are too tight?" asked Daniel.
"Oh, he's a little queenie friend of mine," I replied."You pick he was of the sisterhood?"
Daniel exhaled loudly "Yep," he said. "He hasn't stopped staring at my crotch."
"Oh, give it a tug, it would give him a thrill."
"Tug your own and give him a thrill."
"Oh no, he doesn't jerk off thinking about me. Gay doesn't turn him on."
"You guys are fucked."
Daniel smiled, let his gaze sweep over to Steven on the chest press, pulled his t shirt off so he was bare-chested and tucked into the waist band of his shorts. The he sauntered off towards the free weights.
I looked over at Steven, who'd stopped chest pressing mid press, his eyes followed Daniel, as he sat there with his mouth open.
I was impressed, I didn't think Daniel would do that. My cool bro.
We headed off to Lygon Street afterwards and had Nasi Lemak. Well, I did. Daniel had some lean chicken thing.
I disagree. Friday is good. Friday is great.Set you up for the weekend.
Let's go down and see what cute boys are down there pumping their muscles. Scratching their hairy legs. Pulling their jocks out of their arses.
Little shorts, singlets, off guard. Hot legs, nice chests, distracted smiles. Sweating. Wet. Panting.
Daniel has been going too. We look pretty good together. Steven, the little girlie queen - and there is nothing wrong with that - friend of mine thinks Daniel and I are two hot brothers. I know the little fag is fantasying about Daniel, you know, the straight boy, so I don't get a big head about it. Steven thinks he is being oh so cool. He thinks he is being oh so nonchalant.
"Who's the kid in the shorts that are too tight?" asked Daniel.
"Oh, he's a little queenie friend of mine," I replied."You pick he was of the sisterhood?"
Daniel exhaled loudly "Yep," he said. "He hasn't stopped staring at my crotch."
"Oh, give it a tug, it would give him a thrill."
"Tug your own and give him a thrill."
"Oh no, he doesn't jerk off thinking about me. Gay doesn't turn him on."
"You guys are fucked."
Daniel smiled, let his gaze sweep over to Steven on the chest press, pulled his t shirt off so he was bare-chested and tucked into the waist band of his shorts. The he sauntered off towards the free weights.
I looked over at Steven, who'd stopped chest pressing mid press, his eyes followed Daniel, as he sat there with his mouth open.
I was impressed, I didn't think Daniel would do that. My cool bro.
We headed off to Lygon Street afterwards and had Nasi Lemak. Well, I did. Daniel had some lean chicken thing.
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