You Walk Up Slowly Behind Him, Praying He Doesnt See You In The Reflection Of The Glass. You Cant Help

You walk up slowly behind him, praying he doesn’t see you in the reflection of the glass. You can’t help yourself, salivating the whole time you were watching the performance. All that power was gonna be nearly impossible to contain, but perhaps if you had the element of surprise. You felt the carnal urge to claim that muscle for yourself as you finish creeping behind and pounce.

Neither one intends to go through with it, at least not beyond a quiet musing, yet neither acted to prevent what is becoming increasingly inevitable. I’ve seen this happen Time and Time again, the pair so intoxicated by the other than the intensity of that passion. Gripping, clawing at the other, closer and closer, more and more intense. They want to be closer and closer until eventually, subconsciously, close isn’t close enough. Drink off the other the passion will build until one inevitably gets pulled inside the other. There’s one way this ends, with one curled up inside the other, one united man where there once were two. Then comes the real question. Does love prevail and there are two once more, or does the winner get overwhelmed by the sensation and dissolve the trapped man into his skin as the spoils of his unintentional victory. All too common phenomenon.

I usually consider myself a survivor, but if ever presented with the opportunity, I would give myself to feed that man in a heartbeat.

RJ Portales

Yeah, sure, you’re super hot and you know it. Still, I don’t get why you think that just because you lift your shirt and give me those puppy dog eyes I’m gonna slide myself between those lips. I understand even less why it’s having such a strong affect on me. I almost want to dive in. Woah there, down boy, down! I said almost. Woah, hey, hey. Wait. Give me a chance to think. Woah, off! Give me some time. Yes, I know you’re hungry now, but this is a big decision. Yes, of course I’ll think about it. Wait, no! What am I saying!? I’m not gonna throw my life away because of some sweet talk. Shut up, you know you’re quite tasty yourself. Say, I should be the one eating you. Wanna bet? Is that a challenge then? I like the sound of that; either way, no matter who devours who, in a way we both win.

Would you really blame me if I couldn’t resist the urge to shove those dangling legs in my mouth and wait for gravity to deliver the best dinner a guy could ask for? Like c’mon, just look at him!

Hey little guy. You need help getting around? Don’t worry, Calvin is here to help you find your way. I’ll make sure you end up where you belong, no sweat. You better stay close, there’s a lot of predators in this area who would certainly— **GROWL** — ignore that . . .