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The sleeves hugged his big arms that bulged
when they shook hands.
His pecs stood out against the thin white material like two steaks;
even his nipples, that looked like two big pencil erasers, poked at the
material. The shirt fit more loosely down from his chest, draped over
his flat stomach. His thighs bulged inside the worn denim of his jeans
and Jim couldn't help noticing the impressive bulge in front. He had a
butt that women drool over; round and tight-looking muscles that sort
of churned when he walked. He walked with a confident swagger reserved
for men of his stature.
Jim waited nervously for Michael to get their beers and come back to the
table. At least Linda had good taste, he thought. He was hoping so,
but he hadn't imagined that he would look like this. He tried not to
feel insignificant or inferior. But he was forty years old and this
guy was a twenty-six-year-old stud. He wasn't at all sure how he
would stand up to him.
Michael came with two beers and sat down. "I've got a standing order in
for more beer, so you give the word when you've had enough," he said.
Jim nodded and tipped the bottle to take a much-needed drink. Michael,
he noticed, drank his more casually.
"I couldn't believe it when Linda told me you wanted to meet me,"
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