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Chatting with certain sexy men does help a workout go by faster, glad you all can show off on here 😘

Important to stay hydrated before/during/after workouts

I don't skip leg days, not that you can tell

If I look a little out of breath, it's because I rush to pose for you sexy Tumblr boys immediately after working out (because why bother working out otherwise)

The post-workout urge to show off for horny boys on Tumblr

Weather is getting cooler. Even though my blood is pumping, I need some under-blanket cuddles with mutuals after this workout

Yes, I worked out. No, I don't love underwear with a fly but variety is the spice of life, fun to have more room to move around 😜

I wouldn't say I'm an attention whore per se, I just like attention and I'll show off my body on the Internet to get some

Photo dump cumming of the two weeks at the lake with current boys and alumni men. Fav activity of the boys was lifting naked with their older ‘Bros!’ No one was injured but a few holes were violated in the process!

Jim the Gym Owner slept funny but not the haha funny. More like awkward funny.

Brad and Chris kept staring. Something wasn't working out.

Chris argued Jim had to work out, he owned a gym. Brad said, maybe Jim had some work done. Both agreed sleeping looked hard for him and so did his muscles.

Chris then suggested maybe Jim the Gym Owner did one too many pumps.

Brad didn't see any high heels. It would not surprise Brad if Jim the Gym Owner did drag. In an era of acceptance and rampant capitalism, it would only surprise if he did not.

That reminded Brad, “Was Lisa popping by?” He needed to brainstorm a new name for Aqua Marine to pitch to Crayola. Lisa came up with seven viable alternatives for Burnt Sienna just last week and, “wholly gay men who are high,” Aqua Marine def needed to go.

Amen.

“Jim was sleeping, right?” Chris then asked if Brad, if he had ad a tiny mirror. “You know what, 69 that. Lisa would have one on her person for sure.”

Brad agreed also stating Lisa was coming by in a half hour. Chris then suggested to Brad they 69 in the meantime. Staring at all this muscle was making him hot, and he didn’t want to touch anything that might be dead. Brad was also pretty sure the number was 86 but despite the enormous stretch would continue to look it over for obvious reasons.

Chris had a problem with the word ‘manufacturer’. It didn’t roll off the tongue like Becky’s ‘Namibia.’

What was he going to do now anyway? The photo shoot was in full swing. It was indeed a nasty word though. The only thing more on the nasty was the plural, ‘manufacturers.’

Despite the distractions, as a professional gay model, Chris was expected to somehow make it WERK, WURQ and WORK not to mention WORKOUT and everything between with a bend and snap of the finger.

It was A LOT and Chris realized he had taken every version of the word on. He never expected the Inuit people to live up up to every term ever created for snow. Why did he put all this expectation around the gays? Was he putting all this pressure on himself?

Chris needed to get a grasp on his performance. How was he doing? What was he doing? Was he making this photo shoot look easy?

If so, Chris was either putting in too much effort, too into it or possibly Inuit himself. He never did water the family tree to find out, but only because he didn’t know how. He tried tho. Oh how he tried.

Chris stopped himself there. He really needed to stop trying. How could he do that? He didn’t know any other way.

Chris decided to bring himself back to the present tense. Whatever that was had to be better than this brand of timeless self torture. One deep breath in and…

Admittedly the now was hot. The better half of nasty if you know what that means. The jockstrap on his head smelled a little like his boyfriend Brad too.

He worked out.

Wait. Was this his?

(Click!)

That’s when the photographer ran out of memory and yelled, “what the hell was going on?!

Chris said he wasn’t too sure as he kept getting distracted himself. He did though suspect the jockstrap on his head was his boyfriends so wasn’t overly concerned as to what they may snap out of and into. Brad was around somewhere. The jockstrap was still fresh.

Chris’ stomach then rumbled. “Was Cher just here? I feel like pizza.”

That’s when Chris realized the photographer was their neighbor Luke. Apparently he brought over some new weed to watch Mystic Pizza. It was good stuff.

Brad assured John his workout was next. Chris just went in the locker room to shower Peter.

Chris spotted gold. It would be solid in about 20 seconds as his bf Brad was wearing the exact same design but in a thong and on his first set of squats.

What?!

This new AI selfie app just colored Chris’ stellar gym outfit pink.

How did it know?

AI was beginning to freak Chris out where he already was.

Maybe AI was gay. Could it be gay?

For a moment, Chris wondered if he could take the thought any further. First, he needed to order the same spandex threads in pink. This sh*t looked good onscreen and might just come in a gay shade of pank.

Hmmmmm…

Chris found himself hesitating. He would need AI to conduct a deep search and was already spooked by its spot on intuition.

‘It’ was the correct pronoun for AI wasn’t it? Given this pink episode just now it was feeling more like it could be her/she/hey girl hay or one of its many derivatives.

This was a quandary.

You know it was times like this Chris was thankful he didn’t have morals. The last thing he needed was a dilemma. Talk about inhumane!

Dorso.

in the bathroom mirror.