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He leaned back against the booth and put his hands behind his head. His massive arms bulging, his shirt straining and crumpling, trying to encompass the breadth of his shoulders, the mountainous height of his traps.
"God," I said, "do you really know how gorgeous you are?"
He blushed and grinned.
"I'm just big, that's all," he muttered, looking off to the side.
"No," I answered, "it's not just that. Great hair, great eyes, great smile. And a killer body. God, you don't kow what I'd do for a body like yours..."
He snorted.
"There's no reason you can't have it," he said, matter of factly. "Jesus, Richard, you're not as well built as I am, no, but how long have you been serious about this? Six months? You're much better built than most guys. It's just a matter of time..."
It was my turn to blush.
"Do you really think so?" I asked.
"Come on," he said by way of reply. "It's time to blow this popstand. Besides, there's something I want to show you back at my room."
Outside, the rainclouds had finally dissipated and the temperature was dropping--fast! He shivered.
"You don't get this in Houston much, do you?" I asked. "Down to 35 tonight..."
He put his hulking arm around me and we scurried to my car.
In it,his heavy hand rested on my thigh. I turned to him, then, and asked:
"Just what is it you want to show me back at your room?"
He laughed.
"The mirror," he said, slyly. "I want to show you just how much potential you have. Just well you compare to me. Just how huge you are already. Just how beautiful you are..."
I stopped him with a kiss, a long, lingering, deep, passionate kiss, clasping his bull neck in my two strong hands. It went on for a long time...
"There are a few things," I said finally, coming up for air, "that I would like to show you, too..."
He looked at me dazedly.
"I'm ready," he gurgled.
I started the car...
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