Pasivo
The black 2017 Chevy Camaro came to a stop in the gym parking lot. After all, it was a “legs day” for the driver. Well. Ass day if he were being honest. Beto Mamani stepped out of the sports car and pushed back his windswept dark hair. He pulled his duffle bag over his shoulder and marched inside.
The five-foot-seven guy whose parents had both emigrated as c***dren from Peru went over and grabbed a couple of dumbbells with which to do his lunges. He could feel a few ladies glaring at him. He knew they envied his plump, sculpted donkey booty even if they despised him for it. Beto also spied a couple of dudes eyeing his juicy rear end.
Who was he k**ding? It was all by design. Why else would he be wearing white yoga pants atop a lime green jockstrap? He lunged particularly slowly for maximum effect - both for his glutes and for the gawking. His neat and lightly bearded reddened from his workout.
The metrosexual looking dude changed exercises and each time did them with protracted, deep repetitions. After thirty minutes or so, he went to the treadmill. He walked at a brisk pace to showcase how well he sashayed.
Once he finished, he grabbed a towel to dab the sweat from his forehead.
“Nice sleeve,” praised a shirtless guy whose large arms and meaty pecs were covered in a copious amount of tribal body art.
“Thanks,” he replied.
“I’m Kenny,” offered the cue ball headed man with the goatee.
“Beto,” smiled the big rumped fellow. “I like your tatts too!”
“Oh these,” laughed Kenny, flexing.
Beto rolled his eyes. “Everybody in here can see you have a nice body.”
“I’m not so sure.” Kenny patted his stomach. “No abs. See!”
“But it’s nice and flat, papi...Ooh...I’m sorry, daddy!’
“You’re good,” smiled the man. “Think I seen you in here before?”
“Probably. I know I’ve seen you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yes!”
“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”
“Not in the least. I was about to head out. I need a shower.”
“Yeah! Me too. Too bad we gotta go home these days.”
“Safety precautions and all that. Luckily for me I only live a short drive away.”
“Not me,” Kenny shook his head. “I got a twenty minute drive.”
“I’m literally around the corner. You could shower at my place if that’s not too weird.”
Kenny looked at him blankly.
“By yourself of course,” Beto clarified.
“Oh yeah! Of course. You don’t mind?”
“Not at all! I’m gonna head outside. I’m a black Camaro.”
“See you in a few.”
Beto waited in the car when he saw Kenny exit the building. The guy was now wearing a large shirt that covered all of his brawniness. ‘What a shame,’ thought Beto.
Kenny pointed towards the back of the parking lot so Beto drove around there. The man hopped into a spotless two-door metallic blue 2011 BMW M3. The engine boomed as it started.
Beto led the way to his luxury apartment. He waited patiently as Kenny held up his forefinger while chatting on the phone.
Finally, Kenny exited his supercharged German automobile. “Was just letting my girl know I was grabbing some drinks with the fellas.”
“I didn’t offer you a drink,” snickered Beto.
“Didn’t you,” he contorted his face. “I got some tequila.”
“Bring it! So how long have you and her been together?”
“Couple of years.”
“Nice!”
“I guess! You know how women are.”
“Do I?”
Beto unlocked the door.
“Nice place,” remarked Kenny. “I guess we’ll shower first.”
“You go ahead. I’ll wait,” offered Beto.
“I’m not trying to run up your water bill. You know your abuela taught you better than that,” he chuckled.
“Damn right! I’m Peruvian. You?”
“Nicaraguan!”
“Nice!”
“So, I meant to ask, do you have any other tatts?”
“Just one.”
“Oh where?”
“You’ll find out in the shower I guess.”
Kenny shrugged his shoulders and Beto led the way to the master bathroom which had a nice, large faux stone, rainfall shower. “Sweet,” he approved.
“Thanks!”
They stripped down and Kenny said, “I like that!”
“What?”
“Pasivo boy!”
“Oh my tramp stamp…”
“Hell yeah!”
“I knew you would.”
“How’s that?”
“You’d been eye-fucking the whole time I was at the gym.”
“Well bring that big booty over here so I can fuck it for real.”
"What would your girl say?"
"She ain't here, is she?"
The five-foot-seven guy whose parents had both emigrated as c***dren from Peru went over and grabbed a couple of dumbbells with which to do his lunges. He could feel a few ladies glaring at him. He knew they envied his plump, sculpted donkey booty even if they despised him for it. Beto also spied a couple of dudes eyeing his juicy rear end.
Who was he k**ding? It was all by design. Why else would he be wearing white yoga pants atop a lime green jockstrap? He lunged particularly slowly for maximum effect - both for his glutes and for the gawking. His neat and lightly bearded reddened from his workout.
The metrosexual looking dude changed exercises and each time did them with protracted, deep repetitions. After thirty minutes or so, he went to the treadmill. He walked at a brisk pace to showcase how well he sashayed.
Once he finished, he grabbed a towel to dab the sweat from his forehead.
“Nice sleeve,” praised a shirtless guy whose large arms and meaty pecs were covered in a copious amount of tribal body art.
“Thanks,” he replied.
“I’m Kenny,” offered the cue ball headed man with the goatee.
“Beto,” smiled the big rumped fellow. “I like your tatts too!”
“Oh these,” laughed Kenny, flexing.
Beto rolled his eyes. “Everybody in here can see you have a nice body.”
“I’m not so sure.” Kenny patted his stomach. “No abs. See!”
“But it’s nice and flat, papi...Ooh...I’m sorry, daddy!’
“You’re good,” smiled the man. “Think I seen you in here before?”
“Probably. I know I’ve seen you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yes!”
“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”
“Not in the least. I was about to head out. I need a shower.”
“Yeah! Me too. Too bad we gotta go home these days.”
“Safety precautions and all that. Luckily for me I only live a short drive away.”
“Not me,” Kenny shook his head. “I got a twenty minute drive.”
“I’m literally around the corner. You could shower at my place if that’s not too weird.”
Kenny looked at him blankly.
“By yourself of course,” Beto clarified.
“Oh yeah! Of course. You don’t mind?”
“Not at all! I’m gonna head outside. I’m a black Camaro.”
“See you in a few.”
Beto waited in the car when he saw Kenny exit the building. The guy was now wearing a large shirt that covered all of his brawniness. ‘What a shame,’ thought Beto.
Kenny pointed towards the back of the parking lot so Beto drove around there. The man hopped into a spotless two-door metallic blue 2011 BMW M3. The engine boomed as it started.
Beto led the way to his luxury apartment. He waited patiently as Kenny held up his forefinger while chatting on the phone.
Finally, Kenny exited his supercharged German automobile. “Was just letting my girl know I was grabbing some drinks with the fellas.”
“I didn’t offer you a drink,” snickered Beto.
“Didn’t you,” he contorted his face. “I got some tequila.”
“Bring it! So how long have you and her been together?”
“Couple of years.”
“Nice!”
“I guess! You know how women are.”
“Do I?”
Beto unlocked the door.
“Nice place,” remarked Kenny. “I guess we’ll shower first.”
“You go ahead. I’ll wait,” offered Beto.
“I’m not trying to run up your water bill. You know your abuela taught you better than that,” he chuckled.
“Damn right! I’m Peruvian. You?”
“Nicaraguan!”
“Nice!”
“So, I meant to ask, do you have any other tatts?”
“Just one.”
“Oh where?”
“You’ll find out in the shower I guess.”
Kenny shrugged his shoulders and Beto led the way to the master bathroom which had a nice, large faux stone, rainfall shower. “Sweet,” he approved.
“Thanks!”
They stripped down and Kenny said, “I like that!”
“What?”
“Pasivo boy!”
“Oh my tramp stamp…”
“Hell yeah!”
“I knew you would.”
“How’s that?”
“You’d been eye-fucking the whole time I was at the gym.”
“Well bring that big booty over here so I can fuck it for real.”
"What would your girl say?"
"She ain't here, is she?"
3 years ago
