“I’m good, Base. Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Anytime. Any place. You’re a fine-looking man and I wouldn’t mind having you for an hour or two?”
“Just an hour or two?”
“Whatever it takes. You’re a masculine, blond beauty like me. We eat well, drink the right vegies, and take care of our bodies. Men like us are hard to find these days. I’m sure we can bang like porn stars together.”
How romantic. Base, without a doubt, has a way with words.
Men like us are everywhere. A dime a dozen. He’s trying to get into my shorts. Nothing more. Nothing less. He’s horny and wants to unload a creamy-sticky cargo from his personal post with a few licks and jacks. Truth is, Base isn’t attracted to me. He’s here for JD. To talk bro-stuff. To run. To go to the gym. To drink protein with JD. Something.
