If you so much as flinch at me, I’ll take you down and destroy your whore pussy again. All the guys were cat-calling, whistling, yelling nasty shit at me.“What’s this, muscle boy?” Tom asked as he ran a finger over my spandex shirt.“Um… Gay porn What was he going to do with me? “We’re just getting started. The hem of my shirt lifts revealing my abs.“I thought I told you to get new shirts,” he snapped.“I know. I thought they were going to cut off the circulation to my biceps. Get a pump.”“I was gonna.”“Good boy.”I went to the gym, got a nice pump. Just fucking calm your pussy and shut the fuck up. He’s a little bitch. He was wearing a pair of butt hugging Wrangler jeans, square-toed cowboy boots, a tight t-shirt and a ball cap with the bill pulled down low. You like other muscle boys like you?”“I’m not telling you anything,” I said defiantly.He chuckled. You look like a top, that’s what turns dudes on when they fuck you.”“I’m versatile.”He laughed loudly.
