Listen, I know I’m being a little forward and maybe coming on too strong, but I caught you watching me as I worked out and . . . well, it kind of turns me on. I’m really an exhibitionist at heart. I crave attention. I guess you could say that’s why I work out. I want to get these muscles bulging so people will notice me . . . blatantly stare at me. I can see the desire in your eyes, man. Even now, you keep stealing glances down at my arms. I got ‘em nice and pumped for you, didn’t I? No need to answer, man, your open mouth is all the reply I need. Arms maketh the man, as they say . . . right? Look at you squirming. I’m making you nervous, aren’t I? What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? No biggie, dude, your body is speaking volumes. Each time I tense my arms, like this, your body quivers a little – like you got a chill or something. It’s really cute. And those nylon basketball shorts ain’t hiding a thing, man. You’re sporting a mighty fine slab of sausage, too – that’s clear to see. Something must be rocking your world. Muscles do it for you, man? Cause showing off all my bulging mass for a guy gets me stiffer than a Redwood. Wow, cue the heavy breathing. I could give you a show right here, right now if you’d like, man. It would be no problem. I don’t care if anybody walks in. Hell, they can enjoy the performance, too. The more the merrier is always my motto. I bet you like the way hard muscle feels, don’t you man? I bet you’re a groper. Cupping softball-sized biceps, kneading stone-like pecs, or strumming a solid six-pack. I’m thinking all of that makes you as weak as a wet noodle. Dude, you might as well just take a good long stare at my arms – quit with the furtive glances. I’m telling you I don’t mind. Yeah, that’s it, take a long gulping drink of my bulging guns. And now we have some major tent action in your shorts. The body never lies, bud. That rod of yours has just ratted you out as a verified Grade A muscle-pig. Just as I suspected. Nothing wrong with that dude, so quit your blushing. I pack on muscle to make guys like you happy. Sure, there’s a messy financial side of what’s taking place between us right now, but let’s not rush into anything just yet. I’m enjoying our little one-sided chat. Almost as much as I’m enjoying you turning into a blob of drooling blubber. Oh dayum, I just realized I must be your first time. Am I right, man? Another red face confirms it. You mean it’s possible that a guy as cute as you has never been approached before. Oh fuck, make my day and tell me you’re also a muscle worshipping virgin. Bingo! I’ve hit the jackpot. You look to be about twenty-six or seven. There must be so much pent-up sexual frustration in that body of yours you’ll be like Mount Vesuvius when you finally erupt. My hard chest is just dying to be the city of Pompeii and be covered by your hot man-lava. Oh bummer, gray shorts don’t hide leakage very well, do they? Sorry about that, man. Listen, I had a killer workout today and the endorphins that are kicking around in my body have me higher than a kite. That, in turn, makes me feel very generous. Very generous, indeed. How about I give you an introductory worshipping session for free? Consider it an early Christmas, birthday, or Hanukah gift. No, don’t go feeling guilty or non-deserving. Just take it in the spirit it is given. Trust me, I’m going to make sure I have some fun, as well. So, I take that bouncing crotch of yours as a positive response. I only have one request, dude. You fix me dinner when we’re done. You look like someone who’d be a good cook and I haven’t had a homemade meal in a while. Most guys into muscle just want to take me to fancy restaurants so they can show off their trophy. I don’t mind, but it would be kind of nice to drink my beer from a bottle, go shirtless at the dinner table, and stroke your hardness with my bare foot as we eat. Wait ‘til you see these puppies flexed, dude. You’re going to think you’ve died and gone to muscle heaven. I know I’ve kind of insinuated myself into your plans for the evening, but I’m thinking you don’t mind. I’m thinking I’m about to unleash a major muscle-loving whore that’s been buried inside of you for a long time. Let’s go do some groping, stud.