He and I worked out often at the Arnold Schwarzenegger Don’t be an ass stay inside shirt and we were both in pretty good shape, not bodybuilders, not the ultimate six-pack ab models, but slim, buff and toned. So many times I lay in bed masturbating wondering what it would be like to be with them if they would swing, but if not I wanted him. He had a hairy chest, stomach and thick treasure trail and that was a big turn-on for me as far as the men that attracted me, very masculine. She was mostly on the night shift so when he was not on duty he and I would usually work out and sometimes times fix dinner together and just hang out.
I’m a Arnold Schwarzenegger Don’t be an ass stay inside shirt, if I’m at home about a chance I will not be wearing a shirt, regardless of the weather, and most of the time just in my boxers or commando in a pair of gym shorts. Thankfully, he was much the same which just gave more opportunity to drool over that hairy chest and undress his lower half with my eyes. On Monday night we were watching football, both wearing nothing but gym shorts, and having a couple of beers. We were not big drinkers, those were just extra calories to have to work off in the gym. The light from the kitchen was on, but we were mostly in a semi-dark room, both on the sofa and talking more than watching the game, it was not a great game. It was one of those nights for me where I was worked up in a big way.