But days rolled into weeks and I couldn’t get him off my mind, so I did the inevitable. Gay sex With a long labored breath and slow deliberate moves, he lifted my balls and lightly tapped my hole. Wassup?” It read. That was the beginning of my destruction. Wassup?” It read. That was the beginning of my destruction. He didn’t look like those overly bulky gymrats or the intimidating bulls. My breath was heavy, brimming with desire and my skin was on fire. I felt like my body was on fire, and my squeals confirmed it. I went back to his highlights to take a closer look and like the pictures. His broad chest and defined abs, along with many pictures of him in the gym, suggested hours of dedication to fitness. My breath was heavy, brimming with desire and my skin was on fire. My breath was heavy, brimming with desire and my skin was on fire. My day was filled with boring work until I took a break and decided to surf Instagram. It was all memes and cute videos, until I stumbled on his page. Thankfully, my boss had been on a work trip for the past week, and HR was feeling gracious, so I got a pardon.
