Angel: A Sequel 4 (musc)
by msclvr
Adding Practical to Unreality (almost)
Snuggled up to Grant’s bulging pec and having his massive arm wrapped tightly around me, was giving me a feeling of profound security…a security I had never felt or even imagined possible. Of course, since he “hears” everything I’m thinking – knows everything I’m thinking – I got another flex from his arm as he tried to bring me even closer to him. It’s going to take me a while to get used to his ability to read my mind. I wish it were a two-way street. Meanwhile, my free hand can’t stop massaging, exploring, and grasping at the mass of cuts and contours of his unflexed muscles. Of course, he continued to flex them for me, when he read my mind that imagined him doing so. Talk about a connection!
I’m just going to make it a point to keep asking him questions about what is going on for him and what he needs. After all, he is one hell of an extraordinary mystery to me. Yet, I am so moved to have a lover, soul-partner, and friend wrapped up in an incredibly huge and sensual package of unbelievable muscles, spectacular good looks, and a big heart.
All this because he decided to manifest himself on earth (that still sounds so strange) on my front porch earlier today. And I still am getting used to the idea that what and who he is – a muscle-god of truly heavenly proportions – is the result of him following and “watching” me, somehow from somewhere, all my life. He knows what I know. He is who and what he is – a product of my years of fantasy -- because of who I am. Wow! Talk about unreality. I’m hoping this means he understands the ways of the world, at least through my eyes. As we build a life together, we’ll expand both of our understandings of what’s possible for us in this world. I sure as hell am no philosopher, but Grant’s arrival puts all these questions squarely on the table.
�Hey handsome, I think its time for something practical and you should let me go do some clothes shopping for you. All of the clothes that you arrived in, tiny as they were, are now in tatters on the living room floor. You can be damn sure I�m saving them as a reminder about how you can push your muscles to such limits that you explode out of clothes. God, that was so sexy. I want to see you do that again and again. I get to feel the muscles flex and trace the tears of each little piece of cloth,� I said with a lot of enthusiasm.
�Yeah, but I don�t want to let you go. I want to continue to lay here with you, feel your body next to all my muscles, and just hold you close,� he said with a lot of love. �Deciding to come here to be with you is at least as fulfilling for me as I know having me be with you, is so fulfilling for you,� he added. �I knew it was a risk when I came. I knew you could have kicked me off your porch as a crazy person. Yet, I also knew that I was exactly what you had been dreaming of in a man for many, many years. Thank god you made the decision you did,� he said gratefully.
�Here, climb up on top of me. I want to feel all these muscles against your nice soft and tender body as I flex them really hard. And you know I can do that big time. It feels so good when I do that. You appreciate me so passionately,� he added with much gratitude. Without hesitation I pulled myself out of the embrace of his huge arm and crawled on top of him. It�s unbelievable the amount of power, strength, and mass he has all over his very tall body. I love his light coating of hair, too.
He wrapped his arms tight around my upper body. My face was right up against his stubbled cheek. “Now, Paul, feel this,” he bragged. And he began doing a total body flex and pump and squeezing me with each flex. All his muscles, everywhere, started moving, growing, shifting, and expanding.
Maybe this is what it’s like if you ride a wild bull. It was like he was doing an intense posing routine, only lying down on the bed with me shifting and bouncing around on top of him. Shit, I got hard real fast. He knew that and started thrusting his big cock and pelvis into mine, thrust after thrust after thrust – and squeezing me in his arms in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. Holy shit. I felt delirious.
�Yeah, man, feel my unlimited power. Feel my big hard muscles push you around like a little kid. Feel my strength surrounding you, the same strength that bent that iron bar a few minutes ago. Feel my warm skin � the skin that�s covering all these muscles � as it touches your sensitive skin and your muscles, Paul. Feel it. Feel all of me. Let your body sink into my huge body�yeah�let my muscles absorb you, own you, control you. Yeah�.yeah�buddy�.yeah.�
He was really getting into it. And I love his muscle talk. Of course, both our cocks were hard and mashing against each other with each thrust and squeeze. That is one hell of a feeling for me…it’s like he’s transmitting his extraordinary masculine and muscular power to me through his hard cock and up into my cock.
�Oh god Grant�don�t stop�don�t stop. The hell with the shopping. I just want to be fucked by your body�fucked by your huge and rock-hard muscles. I want to feel all of you. I want your thrusts and flexes and squeezes forever,� I said with heart-felt passion and extreme lust. This got him going even more. He wrapped his massive legs around me and started flexing and squeezing me there, too. All in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts and arms squeezing my torso. What a fucking ride! I loved being man-handled by his impossibly muscular body and huge muscles and he knew it, as usual.
While all this flexing, squeezing and thrusting was going on, I moved my lips to his and jammed my tongue into his open and warm mouth. I pushed hard. He sucked my tongue, hard, too. I felt strong myself, very strong. Must be that milk of his again. I knew he could take whatever I dished out without any problem whatsoever.
We had a tongue war to beat all tongue wars. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was so thrilled that he wanted me so bad. My arms and hands were up around his head. I cradled his very handsome head in my hands -- with its black hair, lightly stubbled cheek, gorgeous blue eyes, a classic nose, and slightly extended ears – which were so sexy too. I was passionate about loving him the best I could.
He was loving me so deeply with the rest of his pumped body of muscles – flexing, thrusting and squeezing non-stop. What was especially thrilling – amidst this frenzy of total-body muscular explosions -- was feeling his hard cock getting jammed and thrust into mine. God, he has amazing, truly unearthly, stamina. No super-heavy weight Mr. Olympia could come even close to what Grant was doing to me and with me…not even close.
I pulled reluctantly out of his mouth because I was, all of sudden, emotionally, physically and psychically exhausted. This frenzy must have gone on for at least a half hour. I had already blown my wad a couple of times earlier and didn’t have anything more, at least right now. But I knew he did.
�Oh Grant, you are truly amazing. I never imagined I could have a ride like you just gave me,� I exclaimed. He said, �My dear Paul, this is only the beginning. There is so much more for us to do together. We�re gonna invent muscle-worshipping and muscle-sex at a level unheard of among men. And, at the same time, we�ll be loving each other so deeply and so profoundly. I can�t think of anybody else I�d rather be with,� he cooed.
Still No Shopping – Not for the moment at least
I had an idea of a way I could give back to him. “Grant, let’s get off of bed and you stand right next to the edge. I’ll sit right in front of you, that way my mouth is right at cock level,” I instructed. He got the picture quick. “I’d like to give you the best blow job I possibly can. And, if I recall from what you’ve said, it will actually be the first you’ve ever had,” I said questioningly.
�Oh shit, you�d do that for me? I only know about it from observing your mind over all these years. Fuck, that would be great. And, while you suck my hard dick I�ll do some hard-ass mind-fucking posing. I can�t think of anything better than posing and flexing all these muscles while you try to suck me dry,� he announced excitedly and with some cockiness to it. �Jeezus�same for me Grant. To suck you while you pose would be incredible for me, too.� All of a sudden my energy came back. While I wasn�t the most experience cock-sucker in the world, I knew enough that I could give him one hell of a cum explosion.
Holy mother of God, he has such a big, thick and vascular cock. It stuck out so far and was so hard that he could have busted through a wall with that if he wanted to. We’ll just have to be careful he doesn’t bust through me. “I’m all yours, Paul…take it…do it hard and rough…I heard you…I’ll be careful to not to thrust too hard…though I gotta tell you that posing while you suck me is going to really stir me up,” he cautioned with a smile.
I immediately saw a dilemma. He’s just so god damn thick and long that I knew sucking alone was not going to do the trick. I’d need to use my hands to pump and squeeze his cock while I sucked. Yet, I also wanted desperately to feel up all his muscles while he went from one mind-boggling pose to another.
�Hey man, not to worry. Just move your hands back and forth from my muscles to my cock whenever and however you�d like. I�ll love it no matter what you do,� he said reassuringly. �We�re talking another total-body flex, all of me, everywhere. Besides, my big hard cock is an extension of this inhumanly massive big hard body�I love it when I flex and pump all of me�at the same time,� he said proudly.
I wrapped both my hands, one in front of the other, around at least part of the length of his hard cock. Needless to say, my hands couldn’t reach all the way around his monster, either. His helmet was a sight to behold. Beautiful, really beautiful. Truly a very big and sensuously inviting head. The circular flair of the head was well beyond the overall thickness of his cock. He was already oozing pre-cum from his big piss slit.
Just for starters, I started lapping that up with my tongue as fast as it came out. He groaned. This was gonna be good. I tightened the grip of my hands and squeezed as hard as I could. God, how could a cock be so damn hard, impenetrable, and warm at the same time? He groaned a little more.
When I wasn’t watching where I was licking his pre-cum, my eyes were taking in the enormity and vascularity of his quads; the four pairs of bricks that were his abs – abs with deep grooves yet without mortar, they were so pronounced; his two sets of serratus/oblique muscles that exploded out of his very thin layer of pristine skin; a set of out of this world veiny and striated arms that hung way out because his lats were so wide; and a massive set of pecs with already hard nipples surrounded by light black hair – pointing down given their position on extraordinary pecs.
Fuck, it was a lot to take in, and he wasn’t even posing and flexing yet! Meanwhile, he was looking down at me with his trade-mark shit-eating grin – exuding joy and anticipation of what was to come. This massive hyper-masculine man had a wonderful child-like quality about him.
As I started a deliberately slow licking of his pink and slightly red helmet, moving around in a full circle, he took in a few deep breaths and threw his incredible arms up into a double biceps. He pumped and pumped so that he got total separation of the muscles in both his biceps and triceps – effortlessly adding a second peak to his biceps and with a sexy cut separating it from the main bicep muscle. Thick veins were everywhere. I had trouble concentrating on servicing his helmet.
My eyes bugged out at this spectacular display of beastly manhood and power. ‘How’s that, Paul?” he asked with bravado. “You are overwhelming. You are truly a god…a Superman…your arms are so huge and powerful…so sexy…so filled with unimaginable strength and beauty,” I said breathlessly. I was so fired up I just took his whole helmet into my mouth and started tonguing it as much as I could. At the same time, I tried to squeeze the hell out of his steel column…to no avail.
The moment I started scraping his slick helmet with my teeth, he let out a roar that damn near scared the shit out of me. At the end of the roar, he put his hands behind his head, took in a few deep breaths, and gave me a type of most muscular pose that no body-builder could ever touch. He rotated his torso so that his entire musculature was jumping around and changing shape and exploding into amazing relief. I kept scraping his cock with my teeth and he kept pumping up this most muscular to ungodly proportions.
I couldn’t resist and my hands left his hard cock and went exploring his expanded and defined torso, rock-hard abs, and huge chest with a level of passion that even surprised me. He was looking straight ahead with a far-away look of intense concentration. During all of this I hadn’t stopped roughing up his cock with my teeth. I could tell he was in ecstasy…and so was I. “Paul, Paul…Paul…tha…nn…k…you….you….you…are one… hell of a… cock-sucker. And my posing…my posing…is bringing me…close…close to letting…loose,” he said breathlessly. I felt so proud and pleased to be able to satisfy him.
With that I grabbed his cock with my hands again and began twisting my hands in reverse so his cock could get some real twisting and man-handling. He had said he could “take anything.” My tongue and jaw muscles were beginning to ache from the non-stop sucking, teething, and tonguing of his helmet. Despite that, he was forcing himself deeper into my mouth. I had to really relax so not to start a gap reflex. He knew this and slowed the onslaught of his monstrous alpha-male manhood.
In the meantime, he’d pumped himself up into an enormous front lat spread. I was dumb-struck. I knew he was really big, but it wasn’t until the lat spread that I saw how really big he was. He looked at me with a “Whadya think now?” look. Fuck, this was getting impossibly wonderful…focusing on giving him a great blow job and at the same time taking in each of his mind-blowing poses. He knew. He smiled a big smile.
I decided it was time to take him to orgasm. He read my mind and started pumping his lat spread even more while he drove his cock further into my mouth. I picked up the twisting of his cock with my hands and, at the same time, scraped his shaft hard with my teeth. That did it. “Oh fuck…oh fuck….oh fuck….god…it’s coming….oh shit…it feels like my whole body is gonna blow….yes….yes….YES….YES….work it Paul…work it hard…yeah…YEAH…YEAH….Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck……”
With that his whole body convulsed, his cock got even harder, and he let lose gushers of cum into my mouth…one right after the other… I couldn’t begin to swallow it all…each gusher just ended up pouring out of the sides of my mouth…..I still kept twisting his cock with my hands…more gushers. I was totally stunned at the amount of jizz and the repeated gushers. He was holding his lat spread pose and using that to focus and pump out every last drop. And, I was very proud that I helped make this happen for Grant. Besides, his cum tasted like sweet warm cream.
While his cock was still hard in my hands and in my mouth, he began his own self-worshipping…running his hands slowly over all his muscles…feeling the pump that still remained…feeling the hardness and warmth of his mass…twisting a few hairs…pinching his still hard nipples…exploring the contours of his biceps and triceps and forearms… exploring the curves of his thick and striated pecs and the huge chasm in between.
I put my hands on top of his big hairy hands as he moved lower to check out the bricks of his ab muscles and the deep grooves between each. Our hands moved even lower as he felt the hardness of his lowest abdominals, and slowly traced the trail of black hair moving down to the base of his still hard cock. We were doing this together…worshipping the effects of his spectacular posing and flexing…worshipping the reverberations of an orgasm that consumed his whole body…relishing the hardness of his muscles, even without a flex or pump. Our hands were one.
In a soft whisper he said, “You say I’m amazing, Paul. Yet, I say you are amazing as well. You know how to please me and want to please me. It makes me feel so alive and grateful that I came to be with you. Thank you my dear Paul, thank you.” With that he gently pulled his cock out of my mouth and laughed as he flexed and bounced it up and down. It seems like his monster never rests. We both lay down and he, once again, pulled me into his pec shelf with his pumped arms. We were quiet for quite a while. Just enjoying the post orgasmic rush and the powerful impact his posing and flexing had on his orgasm – and me.
Finally – The Practical
�Grant. We can�t stay holed up in my house forever, as nice as that might sound. There�s a world out there that I want to share with you. Truthfully, I want to show you off. I think you understand that. But, you�ve got to have some clothes. Right?� I wanted to make sure we were on the same wave length. �Sure. But how are we gonna do that?� he asked somewhat naively. �I�ve got about 3 or 4 stores in mind that carry clothes for you to wear in public and, most important, clothes that you wear just in the house for posing, flexing, and driving me to sexual distraction,� I said matter of factly.
�So, why don�t you hang out here for a couple of hours? I�ll show you how to use the TV. There�s some food in the refrigerator. I don�t know if you need to take naps but you can do that if you like. I�ll be back as fast as I can and then maybe we could go check out the gym downtown that has all the big bodybuilders. Many of them like to workout at night.� I said that last part with a sly grin and I think he understood completely.
After getting dressed and giving him a long kiss good-bye and copping a feel of his flexed right bicep and tricep, I was off. Needless to say, I couldn’t take my mind of him. Didn’t want to. First stop was a sporting goods store where I bought: 3 of the largest football jerseys they had; 3 knee level shorts; and 3 high cut shorts in assorted sizes to accommodate his quads. I also got 4 different styles of extra large jock straps. Even though I guess his waist is about 34”, his glutes are huge. Regular t-shirts were a problem.
I got the football jersey I could find but I could tell they would be very tight on him. I liked that idea. I stopped at Target and found some large adjustable sandals since I had no idea what shoe size would work. I also got him some really skimpy tighty whities in their men’s department. I love a muscle man in tighty whities. I also got a couple of wife-beater t-shirts. I took a chance and bought a couple of high leg cut bathing suits and four Speedos.
Then I went to a big and tall man’s store and bought the largest light weight outdoor jacket I could find. I also made a note of how big some of their regular clothes were for when we could come back together. Then, the most important stop was at an off-the-beaten-track intimate apparel store for men and women. I hit pay dirt. I bought four really skimpy male bikinis, four pouches that looked like old fashioned posing pouches with strings, not straps, and a couple of jock strap like things with a pre-cut hole for the cock to hang out of the pouch.
I didn’t mind dropping the bucks at all. I knew he needed to be dressed to cover the bare minimum in public. Yet, no amount of clothing would ever conceal his height, his massive build, and his jaw-dropping good looks. Then I had enough good stuff for our own pleasure at the house.
Throughout all these stops, I had major fantasies about how terrific he will look and the attention that he will attract no matter where we go. I really liked the idea of picking out clothes for him -- and helping him get dressed. That would be quite a turn on, maybe for both of us.
It still was a shock, a wonderful shock, to come in the front door and see him – all of him – naked on the couch – massive legs out-stretched, with his cock and balls hanging – watching TV. His eyes just lit up like a Christmas tree when I walked in the door with all the packages. We had missed each other, even for this short amount of time.
Getting Ready for the Gym
�Okay, Paul, what do you suggest I wear and where should we go? After this afternoon with you, I don�t think I need to workout any more today,� he observed with a chuckle. I responded with �If we go to the gym, I have a couple of thoughts. First, you could say that you�re there to apply for a gym membership, having just moved into town. And, we could have a tour of the place and everyone could get a look at you. Or, you could say you�re a trainer � nobody would doubt that � and talk to someone about how to become a personal trainer at the gym.�
�It is important that you get used to the idea that people everywhere we go � men and women � are going to really stare at you. Some will be scared to death. Some will be enthralled and fascinated but not want to approach you. Some will want to come talk to you, check your muscles out, want to get just get turned on, and proposition you,� I explained. �I know you want to be seen with me, Paul. I understand. That is cool. I want you to be proud of me and I�ll be proud of you,� he commented. He had been reading my mind, perfectly.
�One other thing Grant. I think we should say, if people ask, that we are partners. That�ll blow a few minds given our huge physical differences. But I don�t want to pretend any more at this point in my life. No cousin visiting. No friend from out of town. No half-brother routines. We�re partners and proud of it. Are you ok with that?� I asked anxiously. �No problem. We are partners. If anybody has a problem with that, they�ll have to deal with me,� Grant said emphatically.
My cock jumped at that thought. He made a point of flexing his arms just to make the point. He was fitting in with amazing speed. “Paul, you forget, I’ve been listening and watching your fantasies for years! I’ve watched you navigate in your world. I know you pretty well and I really like what I see,” he announced forcefully. My cock jumped again!
�Back to what you should wear to the gym,� I said. �Let�s first get you into one of these jockstraps so you don�t scare anybody with that bulging package of yours.� I loved pulling the black jock strap out of the package and showing him how to step through the straps. It got even better when he encouraged me to pull the jock strap up over his quads and gently but firmly grab his cock and balls and jam into the pouch. Even soft, he is one very big muscle-god.
Actually, the pouch looked smaller than I thought it would be. No surprise. I reached around and pulled the straps up and over his deeply muscled bubble-glutes and got them wedged into his butt crack. Since I had my arms around his waist, I took the opportunity to nuzzle his bulge with my face and tongue. He could tell I was enjoying this quite a bit. He hit a double-biceps pose to show me how he looked. Holy shit. What a sex object he was. Very tall, lots of bulging muscles, and a black jock strap stuffed with his big equipment. I was thinking he should go around the house like that. He agreed, emphatically.
It took a few tries but we found a pair of shorts that were cut above the knee and that fit his waist fairly well. He was beginning to look like the biggest football player that ever existed. His bulge still showed – big time -- even through the jockstrap and shorts. The short-sleeve football jersey top, while the largest made, was still awfully small for him. You could see the incredible V-taper of his torso, the contrast to his very small waist and, of course, his arms were out there for everyone to gawk at, including me.
And, holy mother of god, I knew his traps were huge, even unflexed. But in this jersey, his traps looked like mountains coming out of the side of his neck, expanding outwards, and dramatically tapering down to his huge delts. God he was sexy. Fortunately the sandals could be adjusted and they fit well. We went into my bedroom and he took a look at himself in the mirror. He turned one way than the other. No matter which way he turned, his profile was shaped, massive and astounding, even with these clothes on. His incredible mass was accompanied by breath-taking symmetry. Fuck, and he was so damn good-looking. He knew it. His smile told me everything I needed to know. We were ready.
Visiting the Gym
Fortunately I have a mid-size car and, though it took a little work, he was able to fit in the passenger seat – just barely. I knew he felt uncomfortable but he didn’t let on. During our drive to the gym, I just couldn’t keep my right hand off his left quad, his basket, and his left arm. Fuck, I hoped my hard-on would go down before we got into the gym. I certainly had not forgotten the miracle of earlier today when Grant grew my cock into a very nice piece of meat. And, at least for me, it was now pretty damn big when it was hard.
I also told Grant that I was feeling a little nervous about what kinds of reactions he and I would get at the gym. He was so sweet, and said “Remember, you’re with me now and we’re partners. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. We have, in each other, what we’ve always wanted. And that is what is most important.” He took his big hand and gave me a nice tight squeeze on my shoulder. It was very reassuring. In addition to all his other attributes, he is also very wise and gentle.
I explained, “This is not a fancy gym. It is not a gym for wannabe’s or men and women who just want to work out casually from time to time. It is a gym for bodybuilders and power lifters – mostly for men. It is in a rough part of town. Every year there seem to be a few fights around the gym. It has some very big pieces of heavy lifting equipment and, I’m told, plates that reach the limit in terms of human lifting capacity. A number of national level competitive bodybuilders have come from this gym. I’m also told that the gym walls are filled with framed pictures of bodybuilders working out, in competition and doing informal gym posing. I hear all this from my muscle-loving buddies. We’ll find out shortly.”
During the drive my mind flashed with all sorts of fantasies about what could happen with Grant and me once we walked into the gym. For instance, I was sure the place and everyone in it would stop in their tracks when they saw Grant at the front desk. Assuming there would be plenty of bodybuilders working out, a whole lot of them would be very curious about where he came from and why they hadn’t heard about him or seen him before. No doubt some would, given their own narcissistic tendencies, feel very insecure and threatened by Grant’s incredible size and good looks.
They could ignore him or, perhaps, find some way to “test” him like kids will do at the playground. They would have no idea what a dumb strategy that would be. Some might want to know his secrets, his diet, his workout program, his competition history, and his measurements. Getting to know him in this way, for some, might be a step towards becoming a friend or, even more intriguing – for them and us -- becoming a workout and fuck buddy.
I knew we’d be getting there near closing time. That really didn’t matter. I toyed with the idea that the manager on duty might want to close the place to the public and let the guys and Grant have “the floor” for taking measurements, having Grant pose, having a pose down with Grant, having a little competition about who lifts the biggest weight or, even more intriguing, what could happen in the showers.
�I hear you, Paul, you�re right, any of that stuff could happen. I won�t mind at all. It could be really exciting and a turn-on. I really like the idea of me and some of the guys gettin� it on in the showers. I�ll bet you�d be in seventh heaven with that,� he remarked with a sly edge. Shit, of course, he�s reading my mind again. Just have to get used to that. His comments just triggered even more fantasies.
I could imagine a bunch of really big body-builders and power-lifters gather around him pretty quickly – driven by their profound awe at his height, massiveness, symmetry, and good looks. I imagined the manager announcing that he was going to lock us all in so they could get to know this new guy “up close and personal”. Grant would introduce himself in his incredibly sexy and lucid voice. Then he’d introduce me. He’d explain that we had just moved into town and that he was looking for a gym to train in and to be a home for his personal training business.
While he was talking, his eyes would move around and drill into the eyes of these hyper-masculine beasts – and watch them be riveted to his body, checking him out completely, especially his bulging package. He’d be massaging his pecs and stretching out his arms to loosen up – just to give them a preview. He’d give his package a few adjustments. I knew we’d be seeing some hard cocks on these men through their work-out shorts. I’d be in muscle-god heaven.
He’d ask the guys if they’d like to see some posing. Of course, they’d all murmur “yes,” trying not to show their excitement and, what would turn out to be, some deep sexual arousal at the sight of this v-shaped muscle-god. Like a true showman, he’d take great pains at slowly lifting his tight t-shirt away from his abs. Smiling with understanding, he’d lift the already tight jersey slowly up over his nips, pause, and then bring it up further over the rest of his massive over-hang of a chest.
While this would look foolish on most men, this was a very public act of sex among men for someone like Grant…the tight jersey was being stretched to the limit of its threads. His deeply etched abdominals would be on full display, with his trail of black hair going down to his crotch. His obliques would be exploding as well. He’d reach around with one of his massive arms and pull up, over his head, one side of the strangled jersey, at a time. It would be an extraordinary display of biceps and triceps flexing. He’d pump them up while he did this, of course.
Then, he’d pop the t-shirt off and do an incredible shake-out of his entire upper torso, working down to a flexing and shaking out of his enormous veiny and cut legs. There would be total silence in the room. The hard-on’s would be getting harder and there would be more of them yet to come. Hell, one guy would already be fondling himself underneath his shorts. Grant would just have that effect on even the most masculine of men.
�Watch the driving there, Paul. You�re getting into a hell of a fantasy, but I don�t want us to get into an accident,� Grant said gently. �Yeah, yeah�I was gettin� into it there,� I remarked. Shit, the possibilities in the gym were endless. They were about to get one hell of a treat of massive muscles and drop-dead good looks. Closing the gym and locking us in would be a good idea.
The parking lot has some big monster trucks in it. This is gonna be good.
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