Chapter 5: The Message
Sweat was running off Tom’s body as he sat on the weight bench in the corner of his small living room. He was between sets of chest presses. As he caught his breath, he planned his day.
Wish I didn’t have that fuckin’ poli sci exam this afternoon, he groused. Means I’ll have to make my time with John a quickie. That’s if he shows. Yeah he’ll show, Tom assured himself, smiling as he ran his hands over his pecs which were warm and plumped from the exercise. He wouldn’t want to miss gettin’ his hands on these. Maybe I can get him to suck my t**s, Tom thought, laying back down to start his next set of reps. He gave a small laugh. Ain’t no maybe about it. He’ll do whatever I ask him to. Horny bastard.
Lowering the barbell slowly to his chest Tom continued to map out
