Blondes in Singapore

I stole your body last night. We were in Singapore, near the bay and the towers built in the marine. We saw the hurricane approaching the island from the East, and how it would hit the shipyards. You wore loose swimming trunks and you weren't too shy about showing me your dick. But suddenly I was inside you, master of your muscles and skin.

I went for a workout in a delapidated gym. I stopped with every glance at the mirror, surprised at how much stronger you were, more defined and tanned than my old body. Your hair was longer than in this picture -- a 70s fringe. I loved your round and rock-hard shoulders, and how heavy your crotch felt. Sweat covered your body as I lifted weights in front of the mirrors. When two gay men walked in, trying to hide their stares, I stopped what I was doing and wandered back and forth, uncomfortable. You and I were wearing nothing but a tiny pair of yellow shorts.