He didn’t bulge through the Thomas Pink shirt in some grotesque fashion like those Creatine-heads who lift every day, but his biceps tugged nicely at the seams and the thin cut showed off his broad shoulders and apparently fat-less stomach. XXX Xnxx Any other time I would have recoiled, but three beers in, I was feeling newly empowered. Now I don’t know about you, but if I spend too much time alone at home wanking, I begin to feel a little stir crazy, and more than a little depressed. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. I spread my right leg further out and moved myself a little closer to the bar, forcing his fingers upward. I must have been staring just a little too long, because I caught glance of those deep brown eyes waiting for an answer. I never was able to get past the details of a man – the hair, the scent, the strong rough hands. From the way the bartender treated him, he must have been a regular. “Fucking Rangers,” he said a little too loudly into my ear. I grabbed my things, locked up and headed for a sports bar up the street.
