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muscularguy4F
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- Joined
- May 21, 2012
- Location
- London
He sat patiently in the lounge, awaiting the arrival of the next applicant. He was not having a great day. The applicant he had seen so far were not promising – too whiny, too outgoing, too ugly, even too male! But this applicant had been good enough to leave her facebook profile as public and having done a little ‘background research’, he could safely say she was neither too male nor too ugly.
Having sent the previous applicant away immediately on the grounds of possessing a penis, he wondered if there was anything he could be busying himself with during the wait for his next appointment. He couldn’t think of anything. The collection costumes; amassed over the last few years; had all been laundered and left in the extra closet in the spare room. The toys had all been sufficiently cleaned and hidden, though not too well, in a box under the bed in the same room. Everything was ready. All he had to do was wait for her to arrive.
A large, strong hand ran through the short thick beard as his mind dreamed to pass the time. The beard was a dirty blonde colour, just like the short hair, cut recently and messed slightly. His blue eyes studied out the window, watching a people passed. A muscular upper body filled out a grey t shirt with the motif of a mechanics garage and his strong, thick legs bore slightly worn blue jeans that ended in brown leather biker boots.
The silence and peace in the house was broken as the chime of the doorbell echoed through the high ceilinged rooms and stirred Jon from his thoughts. Slowly, purposefully, he stood and strode towards the front door, opening it with a kind smile
Having sent the previous applicant away immediately on the grounds of possessing a penis, he wondered if there was anything he could be busying himself with during the wait for his next appointment. He couldn’t think of anything. The collection costumes; amassed over the last few years; had all been laundered and left in the extra closet in the spare room. The toys had all been sufficiently cleaned and hidden, though not too well, in a box under the bed in the same room. Everything was ready. All he had to do was wait for her to arrive.
A large, strong hand ran through the short thick beard as his mind dreamed to pass the time. The beard was a dirty blonde colour, just like the short hair, cut recently and messed slightly. His blue eyes studied out the window, watching a people passed. A muscular upper body filled out a grey t shirt with the motif of a mechanics garage and his strong, thick legs bore slightly worn blue jeans that ended in brown leather biker boots.
The silence and peace in the house was broken as the chime of the doorbell echoed through the high ceilinged rooms and stirred Jon from his thoughts. Slowly, purposefully, he stood and strode towards the front door, opening it with a kind smile