Posted Mon Jul 27, 2015 | 80 Words | Tagged story

Since the track started playing, he couldn’t concentrate. He kept going, enjoying himself, taking off his top and his trousers and felt everything inside of him feeling good and worked.

The track told him this was right, he needed those muscles, he needed to keep his mind cloudy. He knew it was right as well.

When the track ended he looked into the mirror and saw the hunk he was staring back. Fuck he knew this was what he wanted.