Male Inflation

Ugh, are you kidding me? 

Patrick shook his head, and frowned. 

What, do you want to have sex with them?

He rolled over, and sighed.

We're done, freak, done.

Patrick sat up, growling. He couldn't get the conversation with Lizzie out of his head. He'd tried to share his secret with her, hoping they could bring it into the bedroom. To be fair, she'd told him he wanted him to wear his leather jacket to bed...

The gym was peaceful, as peaceful as a gym could be with the clanging of weights, grunts of exertion from the gym members and the blaring music. Tyrone considered himself the king of the gym, as he was the biggest guy in the gym and as a result the other members gave him a wide birth to let him do his thing. Sitting at his bench curling dumbbells that were bigger than some people’s heads, Tyrone was in his element. The music of his large headphones making himself oblivious to everything other than himself.

Kendall stood in the bathroom, flexing and admiring himself. Kendall wasn’t huge muscular wise but was all about the ‘aesthetic life’ and had quite a chiseled body, which was slowly being covered by an ever growing vine tattoo. There was still a little bit of redness around the latest flower added to the vine and Kendall knew that soon he’d had to have more vine added to make space for more flowers. Thinking about all the flowers made him smile and his cock twitch as each flower represented a girl he’d slept with.