Recovering from the sudden wave of pleasure, I asked, “Good enough for you?”
“Mmm, yeah, looking good, Warner.”
“Oh, so I guess I’m going by Warner tonight. Anyways, what was the name of that coach of yours?”
“Coach Getter. Classic American stud, he was.”
“Ok then, you’re going as Getter.”
Keith threw me a look.
“What, I just want to know what your type is.”
“You’re my type, babe.”
“I mean once you haven’t thrown out everything but the mind.”
He considered for a moment. “Hell, why not. More fun for me. On one caveat.”
“Name it.”
“It has to be Getter from back when I was in high school-“
“Fair enough.”
“-And in a leotard.”
“What? Keith, come on, this is a party, not a night to live out some fantasy.”
“What? He was so hot in his leotard…”
“… Fine, whatever, say it.”
Keith propped himself up against the wall, partially in preparation, partially to put on a show for me, “Tonight, I’m going as Coach Getter in his leotard from back when I wrestled.”
His shirt and shorts suddenly turned shiny and red and compressed against his body. His arms burst audibly with huge muscles, followed by his shoulders, chest, back, abs, and legs, his body lurching forward as more and more muscle erupted. He grunted and I noticed a massive bulge develop in the compression of his leotard. Finally, his face contorted and the face of a 30-year-old god-like man appeared. He looked over at me and noticed I was hard.
Recovering from the sudden wave of pleasure, I asked, “Good enough for you?”“Mmm, yeah, looking good, Warner.”“Oh, so I guess I’m going by Warner tonight. Anyways, what was the name of that coach of yours?”“Coach Getter. Classic American stud, he was.”“Ok then, you’re going as Getter.”Keith threw me a look.“What, I just want to know what your type is.”“You’re my type, babe.”“I mean once you haven’t thrown out everything but the mind.”He considered for a moment. “Hell, why not. More fun for me. On one caveat.”“Name it.”“It has to be Getter from back when I was in high school-““Fair enough.”“-And in a leotard.”“What? Keith, come on, this is a party, not a night to live out some fantasy.”“What? He was so hot in his leotard…”“… Fine, whatever, say it.”Keith propped himself up against the wall, partially in preparation, partially to put on a show for me, “Tonight, I’m going as Coach Getter in his leotard from back when I wrestled.”His shirt and shorts suddenly turned shiny and red and compressed against his body. His arms burst audibly with huge muscles, followed by his shoulders, chest, back, abs, and legs, his body lurching forward as more and more muscle erupted. He grunted and I noticed a massive bulge develop in the compression of his leotard. Finally, his face contorted and the face of a 30-year-old god-like man appeared. He looked over at me and noticed I was hard.
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