By noon, Vic was in the weight room at the gym, lifting a barbell that buckled beneath the weights he’d placed on either end. His early morning tryst with Matty clung to him, half-remembered; one moment he’d been asleep, his lover in his arms, and the next thing he knew, Matt was kissing him, his hands doing delicious things to Vic’s already hard c**k. The transition from dream to reality blurred in Vic’s head, until he wasn’t sure what he’d thought up himself and what had really happened. What a way to be woken. Thinking back to it now, his groin throbbed with desire and he hefted the barbell up, hoping to stymie his libido with the effort.
No luck—the barbell held a mere thirteen hundred pounds, the most he could fit onto the thin metal shaft without it snapping, and it still felt like
