Thursday, May 19, 2005

 

BENDOVER BOYFRIENDS I HAVE KNOWN (Part 8)

Mid way thru the evening, our surfer boy C wants D to fuck him. D is happy to oblige. Doing him over the preacher curl fires them both up, as it can elevate the kid's hips and provide a good angle in, as it were.

A preacher curl, for those uninitiated into gymnasium lore, is a weight-training station, a padded slant board basically, which allows you to drape your arms over it and work your biceps using weights. This is really the only basic use of a preacher curl, to work your biceps.

Until we get there and find another use for it, that is. It would have worked splendidly, but the kid is a little too chubby in the hips, and D can't get into him very readily at all. Soon they both give up.

C is intrigued by my muscle definition. "Ooohhh, you're so cut," he says. "That's how I want to look." He suggests I go bike riding with him, which he used to do lots of, and which I still do a ton of, although no longer my 200 miles a week regime. But he is way too young and I don't play at being peoples' personal trainer. Happy hunting, C.

We actually ran into him online again recently, when we put an ad looking for another threesome on a recent visit to L.A. The picture he sent us this time showed him looking a lot leaner than before, so he was obviously fired up about getting into shape. Unfortunately he was on the far side of town, and we were way over in the other direction.

TO BE CONTINUED

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