team-bonding: I was discreet when I needed to be in every sense of the word. My wife would have kill
team-bonding: I was discreet when I needed to be in every sense of the word. My wife would have killed me, my construction coworkers would balk, and my football buddies would be utterly confused, but there’s something about a man. I can go years without it, but I need to be taken every once in awhile, to melt as he roughly exerts control over me and pummels my prostate. I’d noticed him at the gym a few weeks ago and we’d been casually making friendly conversation ever since. On the way out of the showers, he made it clear that he was interested in more than conversation by putting his hand on my back. Sure, it was a buddy gesture, but no straight man willingly touches another naked man in any fashion. I responded in kind, with a complete lack of discretion. The subtle art of the locker room cruiser -- source link