Max's second chance at love
"Hi, Max!" the familiar voice called out.
As I walked out of the locker room, I looked and saw Pete's smiling face standing next to the weight rack. Pete was my best friend Tank's boyfriend or partner or whatever you want to call it.
"Hey, Pete," I replied.
Pete grinned back. I smiled and shook my head. Pete was just way too happy sometimes. He was a cute little fucker, too. A ginger twink. If Tank hadn't fallen head over heels for him at first sight, I would have snatched him up in a second.
Hell, I still jerk off on occasion thinking about that killer blowjob he gave me. It was a moment of weakness for us before he and Tank hooked up about nine months ago.
The thing is before I met Pete, I wouldn't have dreamed about settling down. I'm 28 years old, goo
