Slut Hardcore Set

Okay, so I hate exercise-I admit it-I hate exercise. I'm getting better about it I met you. My body's not the best but you've gotten me to at least move and finally after watching your buns and those great legs of yours, I brought my bike out of mothballs. You're a jock-no doubt about it and I wish I had a body to match yours but for right now I'll settle for just being able to lose 2 lbs a week. I have found though that you've caused my rides to be a little more exciting lately than I remember them as a child. Last week as I was arguing with myself about the many reasons why I shouldn't go for a ride like I don't feel like it...it's too hot...I don't want to...I need to do some paperwork for work...when I heard a knock on the door. And there you were in your biking shorts holding your bike. I was totally shocked because usually you never come to visit and you've made so many remarks about the fact that I ride too slowly so I assumed you would never ask me to go for a ride. But there you are-God, how I lust after you when you're in those black shorts-they leave nothing to my overactive imagination. You've been out for a while because you're soaked with sweat making the curves of your muscles even more visible.

The look on your face is pure satisfaction-"So, want to go for a ride? I've done 40 miles so far and you can survive another 10, can't you?" Oh, shit-I think to myself-he's doing well-he'll beat me into the ground but I smile and sputter, "Sure, you know I'm slow though" I've got to change-oh, damn, now he's going see that I haven't got a tan or even a shade of a tan-at least my legs are shaved. I put on my sweat shorts and my jersey and wheel my bike out. I'm thinking-You're used to racing and you've got a bike set up for it-there's no way I can match you-I've got a mountain bike that weighs twice as much as yours-I outweigh you by a good amount. And you've been in training for months. Oh, well the pain'll be over soon. (more...)