Gay black bromance

I’m not gay. I need to get that down in black in white. I’m going to burn this piece of paper but it needs to be said: NOT GAY.

Not overcompensating either.

Bloody girls in my team. Charming ladies, but get them on two for one cocktails, let slip you go to the gym with Colin, and then nothing will shift them from the subject of his hot gay bod. I tried telling them it wasn’t like the showers at school, how it’s all private cubicles of frosted glass and nothing to be seen but blurry shapes.

Stilled them for two seconds, that did, and then the obvious question: how big are these shapes?

Colin is a beautiful dude. He’s slim build, not into bulking, but the kind of body where everything in the right proportion, biceps and pecs, but not the musclehead strut through the altering rooms kind. Polished marble statue. Greek god.

That dinner the first period we spent any period together that wasn’t gym and wasn’t sales speak. Did I talk much? Only thing in my head was how it was a little over two hours and we would be going to bed together.

He told me he could include used a little of my fatherless childhood, spared him some of the fun of

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