It’s a regular Monday morning
on the way to the gym on my brand new Harley. I park right in front of the
entrance, flick a couple bills to the lobbyist to watch my baby toy as I
proceed to the weight room to work out my pythons.
As usual, heads turned, jaws
drop, dead silence sets upon the horizon of the weight room while I take off my
leather jacket, showing off a brand new beater, and exposing my nineteen inch pythons and continue
toward the squat racks to pay my visits to my good ol friend Nobby. As we pay
our respects to each other, and our silverback hollers, silence the room so
quickly that I expected to hear crickets.
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| "Hey Nobby, sup!" "Hey Mule!" |
The sound of the weight
clinging, clattering, and the irrelevant rhythm of the chatter between those
impudent lesser humans recommenced.
While hoarding all the forty-five pound plates in the
gym to begin my curling showdown, I catch this lanky mal nourished teenager
staring at me profusely. In complete awe by the fact that he won’t look away, even
when I give him the menacing glare. The same one I gave to get the other
patrons to yield the 45s I required.
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| "Yes, I AM using all these plates." |
I flare my lats with great
rage and gave a furious growl at the sniffer in where again silence sets upon
the weight room terror-stricken by the fact that Mule has been enraged.
Needless to say, the shattered rawboned kid was hospitalized in a mental health
facility immediately due trauma, reducing him into an impenetrable state of
sheer terror.
After wrapping up doing
weights, I chug the rest of what was left of my three gallon shake: tuna, milk
and the tears of fallen foes, et al. subsumed
into the mix and headed to the cardio room upstairs.
I survey the room to see if
there are any cardio bunnies around. Fortunately there was one prime specimen. “Nice tanned skin, blonde hair, big tits and
a nice set of legs.” I said to
myself. Safe to say, my hormones were through the roof from my intense workout
session and I knew I was getting some pooch today.
I quickly strike a front
double bicep pose and immediately she turns in disbelief. I then snap my fingers in a summons.
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| SNAP!!!!!! |
She stops the thread mill and
runs up to me, without saying one word we walk into the men’s bathroom where I
pull down my gym shorts and she proceeds to devour my cock. This broad knows
her stuff, an absolute hoover vacuum. She polishes it pretty nicely and
finishes gulping down the source.
Lovestruck Cardio Bunny: Come
to my place tonight, we will have a lot of fun
Me: (being the alpha male) “Pay
for my gas and cook me an Omaha steak and I will think about it.”
Cardio Bunny: "O.K."
I release the climatic
stubborn broth one last time drenching her face
Cardio Bunny: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! You freak!!!”
But she still gave me her
number. “I will have the prepaid gas card and the steak waiting for you.”
My roaring guffaws were heard
from a mile away.
Went downstairs, put my leather
jacket on, lit a cigar and rode home in my new Harley with an everlasting grin
on my face as I ponder which of the half dozen booty call offers I was going to
take advantage of tonight….
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