“Nice meeting you, Paul.” He blew me a kiss. “I wonder if it’s old, Mrs. Gay sex It was addressed: “Hottie boy”.I opened the envelope, my heart pounding. “If he’s into kink, why not?”“That’s right, the whole fashion film crew will be here and film it!”Reluctantly he admitted he had to get back to his demanding client but insisted on all details till Friday. Even though Brett and I were gym rats; it was clear this stud made one his home away from home. I was like an ant at a picnic. He had honey blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous chest and abdomen hair, a nice bush, and hairy hole. Talk about a fucking hot time. His bum cheeks in those nylon shorts were a sculpted work of art.He had to live there. I knew nothing would thrill Brett more, but right now, I just wanted him, like you want to win the mega millions.Reading my mind he pulled me in close, noses touching and mammoth packages against each other through our suits.He was like the best Christmas gift to unwrap.
