The friend’s perspective...

There has been something different about Luke ever since he came back from that training week in London. I spent all night staring at him in the bar this evening, thinking about how hot he looked. I feel so embarrassed because I’m sure he must have noticed me lusting after him. To make matters worse, I was talking to him about the annoyance of carrying heavy shopping or something, and with a huge grin on his face he suddenly flexed his huge biceps at me and said, “Not a problem for me!”

Firstly, it is very unlike Luke to show off. Secondly, since when did he have such huge biceps?! God they were so hot I almost spit out my mouthful of beer all over him. Shit, that would have been embarrassing! He said something about having found a great gym in London, but that was only a week and a bit ago. No-one gets buff that quickly. Plus, he’s never been into gyms and fitness - quite the reverse! At least, that’s what he always said...although, when I think about it, maybe he’s always had big muscles, but I just never noticed for some reason.

Well, I’ve certainly noticed now, and I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m lying in bed, stroking my cock, just thinking about those huge biceps. I’d love to kiss them. I’d love to kiss him.