wellcoached
graybeards:

Three months now, I’d been seeing Cliff and I was as surprised as anyone. My friends gave me some serious side-eye, but fuck ‘em. I’d had plenty of guys who looked like me: young, thin, and pretty. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Cliff was something else altogether.
When he first approached me at the bar, I was ready to wave him off right away—but I didn’t. There was something intoxicating about his presence towering over me. Not more than an hour later, he had me pinned up against the brick wall of his row-house condo as he possessively kissed me, with my feet dangling half a foot above the floor.


Woof

graybeards:

Three months now, I’d been seeing Cliff and I was as surprised as anyone. My friends gave me some serious side-eye, but fuck ‘em. I’d had plenty of guys who looked like me: young, thin, and pretty. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Cliff was something else altogether.

When he first approached me at the bar, I was ready to wave him off right away—but I didn’t. There was something intoxicating about his presence towering over me. Not more than an hour later, he had me pinned up against the brick wall of his row-house condo as he possessively kissed me, with my feet dangling half a foot above the floor.

Woof