Patrick clacked at his computer effortlessly, unaware of me watching him from the other side of the room. I peered down at his thighs, rippling with godlike strength and imagined them wrapped around me. Oh, why won't you notice the fly on the wall? The gentle butterfly that yearns for your atomically impressive calves? Your knees, oh, I glance down and I can barely breathe. How this angel formed man, how his legs, ever became stuck sitting in a high school chair, is beyond my vein of wisdom. Speaking of veins- whenever I think of his my heart stops in its tracks. The thought of the blood running through his glutes, through other places too, the thought of sweat slowly dripping as he whispers in my ear, "I did 50 squats yesterday."
His legs were not the end of his beauty, however. For farther up, although a little too far for my liking, was his spine. Patrick had the worst case of scoliosis that I had ever seen-it really buttered my biscuit whenever i saw it, such beauty, elegance, words truly can't describe its beauty. His uneven shoulder blades, uneven hips, god his rotating spine, oh god, when he would rub his spine in pain whenever the pain was unbearable. These moments were all sensual experiences for myself and many others but i always go back to those legs, those damn legs. The way that they glistened with sweat after a long hard workout, their pearly complexion, the way that each and every single hair laid perfectly in place.
One day those legs will be mine and that day will be soon. Very soon.
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His Legs...
HumorHis legs were like nothing that I had ever seen before, his beauty was god like-everyone knew about it except for him. His calves, knees, thighs, everything about it was special; and I wanted him all to myself and I was going to get him all to mysel...