Approach the stud playing darts
From Create Your Own Story
You slowly approach the big man playing darts. His back is to you, but you can tell the stud has one hell of a hot body. He’s about a full head taller than you and built like a brick shithouse. A tight white wifebeater barely contains his upper torso, and his huge shoulders and bulging arms are corded with hard muscle. His working class look is completed by an old, faded pair of jeans that look as if they’re painted on his massive thighs and big musclebutt.
“You need someone to play with?” You whisper suggestively once you’re standing behind him. He smells like a mixture of sweat, aftershave, and cheap cologne. His hairy forearm stops mid-motion as he is about to throw the dart.
He turns to face you, and for a moment, you gaze approvingly at his ruggedly handsome, bearded face.
Then suddenly, your blood runs cold and you feel as though you’re going to piss your pants. This is no tall, handsome stranger – this is Mr. Branson! Your dad’s best friend and a man you’ve known as far back as you can remember!
Mr. Branson looks just as shocked and terrified to see you – if not more so!
You both are frozen in place, staring at one another in dazed confusion. You’re in complete and utter cognitive dissonance. Mr. Branson is as macho and straight as they come – he and your dad played football together in college and he’s worked as a city firefighter for the past 25 years! Not only that, but he’s married! With three kids! His oldest son, Sean, was a year ahead of you in high school!
Your astonishment and disbelief slowly turn to curiosity – could Mr. Branson be gay? And a tinge of excitement – you’ve had an epic crush on the man since you were a little kid! Mr. Branson is a mountain of huge, hard, hairy male flesh – the epitome of raw masculinity. And while his face isn’t movie star handsome, the middle aged man’s rough good looks have always made you weak in the knees.
You’re torn. On one hand you want to get away from him as quickly as possible – you don’t want him to tell your dad he saw you in a place like this! On the other hand, you’re dying to know what he’s doing here… and maybe, just maybe find out what he’s hiding beneath the massive mound in his jeans that’s transfixed you for years!
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