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Old April 13th, 2008, 02:02 PM
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Caleb's Big Problem - One

[COLOR=white]A story inspired by chats with Bruce.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Caleb sat in the bar nursing his second beer of the afternoon. It was Sunday and he had come through the underground tunnel beneath Pacific Coast Highway to get away from the July heat of the sun-drenched beach. He knew all the rules about not overexposing your skin to the California sun, but his half Irish-half French skin screamed for a little tanning. He also wanted to create a white spot in the shape of his Speedo to highlight the effect when he peeled the tight piece of nylon off of his body. Caleb knew, however, that if he stayed out too long he?d turn red like a lobster, the main downside of having fair skin. He looked around the Friendship, one of his favorite bars in Los Angeles, and noted it was pretty full. Everyone seemed in a great mood, a result of a blue-skied day and being surrounded by a bunch of shirtless, sweaty, semi-drunk men. Caleb felt pretty frisky, himself, but, then again, he always felt frisky. He sat on his favorite stool ? at the end of the long bar so he could watch everyone come through the front door. You also got a great view of everyone breaking through the crowd to get up to the bar. But mostly he liked it because he was near the dart board, and if he felt that someone could be a good challenge he could ask them to play.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Unfortunately, Caleb felt there weren?t too many guys in the bar that would grab your eye. He scoped out all the regulars and even acknowledged a few men that were always friendly. He was one of only a few guys that didn?t have their shirt off, mainly because he didn?t need to. The blue t-shirt he wore did a horrible job of concealing his beautiful built body, as if it was supposed to. Caleb was proud of the results of years of hard work that his body showed. He was especially happy with his naturally broad shoulders. It was one of the first things that other men noticed ? when looking at the 36-year-old stud from the front or the back. Caleb knew that genetics had given him a gift when it came to his shoulders and he made sure to wear shirts where the seam was forced to sit high up on the bulging mounds of muscle. This also caused the sleeves to ride pretty high on his thick upper arms, which emphasized his biceps. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]And it was Caleb?s biceps and shoulders that were causing a handsome man on the other far end of the bar to stare. Caleb was shocked he hadn?t noticed him before. They guy looked pretty big, himself. He wasn?t as built as Caleb, but he had a great smile, super hair, and a manly mustache. Mr. Stash ? Caleb had a habit of giving people nicknames immediately - nodded his head as soon as they locked eyes. It was a very manly motion, and it made Caleb happy. He returned the nod of the head and Mr. Stash?s smile broadened. Suddenly the guy was off the stool at the other end and started the long walk maneuvering through the crowd to come be near Caleb. It took a few minutes for Mr. Stash to make the crowd part and let him through. This gave Caleb time to check him out. The guy was probably about six feet tall, had nice shoulders, a pretty good build, and looked to be about forty. He was also wearing a t-shirt and that gave Mr. Stash high marks in Caleb?s book ? he obviously didn?t have a need to go shirtless in order to attempt to catch some guy?s attention. There was hope for Mr. Stash. When he finally made it beside Caleb?s stool he had already received a thumb?s up. He immediately stuck out his large hand, grasping Caleb?s smaller raised hand to shake it firmly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?Hi, my name is Troy.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?Hey, Troy, my name is Caleb.? There was an abrupt awkward silence and both men just stared at each other smiling. Caleb figured he would have to break the ice. ?Is this your first time at the Friendship??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?Is it that obvious?? Troy seemed to be embarrassed. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]?No, I live in Santa Monica and know most of the regulars who come here. You tend to notice fresh faces, especially a handsome fresh face.? Troy?s eyes seemed to be surprised and flattered at the same time. Troy must have thought he should be complimenting the man he had flirted with. Caleb immediately figured out that he was in the lead position for this little dance he and Troy were doing. This was nothing new to Caleb. He knew he was what most people would call a pretty boy and that was fine with him, even though he secretly wished he looked more rugged ? like the Marlborough Man of those old commercials. Troy obviously thought of himself as the lesser ?catch? of the hook-up \x73\x6F\x20\x68\x65\x20\x66\x69\x67\x75\x72\x65\x64\x20\x68\x65\x20\x77\x6F\x75\x6C\x64\x20\x6E\x65\x65\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x64\x6F\x20\x6D\x6F\x73\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x77\x6F\x72\x6B\x2E\x20\x54\x68\x69\x73\x20\x6D\x61\x64\x65\x20\x43\x61\x6C\x65\x62\x20\x77\x61\x6E\x74\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x66\x6C\x69\x72\x74\x20\x65\x76\x65\x6E\x20\x6D\x6F\x72\x65\x20\x69\x6E\x74\x65\x6E\x73\x65\x6C\x79\x20\x77\x69\x74\x68\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6D\x61\x6E\x2C\x20\x73\x69\x6E\x63\x65\x20\x54\x72\x6F\x79\x20\x64\x69\x64\x6E\xC2\x92\x74\x20\x73\x65\x65\x6D\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x74\x68\x69\x6E\x6B\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x74\x77\x6F\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x6D\x20\x61\x73\x20\x65\x71\x75\x61\x6C\x73\x2E\x20\x43\x61\x6C\x65\x62\x20\x6C\x69\x6B\x65\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x68\x65\x6C\x70\x20\x6F\x74\x68\x65\x72\x20\x6D\x65\x6E\x20\x6B\x6E\x6F\x77\x20\x74\x68\x65\x69\x72\x20\x6F\x77\x6E\x20\x67\x72\x65\x61\x74\x20\x71\x75\x61\x6C\x69\x74\x69\x65\x73\x2E\x20\x54\x68\x69\x73\x20\x75\x73\x75\x61\x6C\x6C\x79\x20\x6D\x61\x64\x65\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x66\x6C\x69\x72\x74\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x6C\x65\x73\x73\x20\x73\x74\x72\x65\x73\x73\x66\x75\x6C\x20\x6F\x72\x20\x66\x6F\x72\x63\x65\x64\x2E\x20\x49\x66\x20\x62\x6F\x74\x68\x20\x67\x75\x79\x73\x20\x66\x65\x6C\x74\x20\x61\x73\x20\x73\x6F\x75\x67\x68\x74\x20\x61\x66\x74\x65\x72\x20\x61\x73\x20\x74\x68\x65\x79\x20\x77\x65\x72\x65\x20\x73\x65\x65\x6B\x69\x6E\x67\x2C\x20\x69\x74\x20\x6D\x61\x64\x65\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x64\x61\x6E\x63\x65\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x67\x65\x74\x74\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x6B\x6E\x6F\x77\x20\x77\x68\x61\x74\x20\x6D\x61\x64\x65\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6F\x74\x68\x65\x72\x20\x70\x65\x72\x73\x6F\x6E\x20\x65\x78\x63\x69\x74\x65\x64\x20\x73\x6F\x20\x6D\x75\x63\x68\x20\x6D\x6F\x72\x65\x20\x66\x75\x6E\x2E\x20\x43\x61\x6C\x65\x62\x20\x64\x65\x63\x69\x64\x65\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x74\x75\x72\x6E\x20\x6F\x6E\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6D\x65\x67\x61\x2D\x63\x68\x61\x72\x6D\x20\x66\x6F\x72\x20\x74\x68\x69\x73\x20\x6E\x65\x77\x20\x67\x75\x79\x2E\x5B\x2F\x43\x4F\x4C\x4F\x52\x5D\x3C\x2F\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x3E\x3C\x2F\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x3E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x73\x69\x7A\x65\x3D\x22\x33\x22\x3E\x3C\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x66\x61\x63\x65\x3D\x22\x54\x69\x6D\x65\x73\x20\x4E\x65\x77\x20\x52\x6F\x6D\x61\x6E\x22\x3E\x5B\x43\x4F\x4C\x4F\x52\x3D\x77\x68\x69\x74\x65\x5D\xC2\x93\x53\x6F\x2C\x20\x54\x72\x6F\x79\x2C\x20\x77\x68\x61\x74\x20\x6D\x61\x64\x65\x20\x61\x20\x63\x75\x74\x65\x20\x67\x75\x79\x20\x6C\x69\x6B\x65\x20\x79\x6F\x75\x20\x77\x61\x6E\x74\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x67\x65\x74\x20\x6D\x79\x20\x61\x74\x74\x65\x6E\x74\x69\x6F\x6E\x2E\xC2\x94\x20\x41\x67\x61\x69\x6E\x2C\x20\x43\x61\x6C\x65\x62\x20\x6D\x61\x72\x76\x65\x6C\x65\x64\x20\x61\x74\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x66\x61\x63\x74\x20\x74\x68\x61\x74\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x62\x69\x67\x20\x67\x75\x79\x20\x73\x65\x65\x6D\x65\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x62\x65\x20\x73\x68\x6F\x63\x6B\x65\x64\x20\x61\x74\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x63\x6F\x6D\x70\x6C\x69\x6D\x65\x6E\x74\x2E\x20\x49\x74\x20\x69\x73\x20\x74\x72\x75\x6C\x79\x20\x77\x69\x6C\x64\x20\x68\x6F\x77\x20\x73\x6F\x6D\x65\x20\x6D\x65\x6E\x2C\x20\x6E\x6F\x20\x6D\x61\x74\x74\x65\x72\x20\x68\x6F\x77\x20\x6D\x75\x63\x68\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x61\x20\x73\x74\x75\x64\x20\x74\x68\x65\x79\x20\x61\x72\x65\x2C\x20\x63\x61\x6E\x20\x62\x65\x20\x73\x6F\x20\x69\x6E\x73\x65\x63\x75\x72\x65\x2E\x20\x43\x61\x6C\x65\x62\x20\x61\x64\x6D\x69\x74\x74\x65\x64\x2C\x20\x74\x68\x6F\x75\x67\x68\x2C\x20\x74\x68\x61\x74\x20\x68\x65\x20\x77\x61\x73\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x73\x61\x6D\x65\x20\x77\x61\x79\x2C\x20\x61\x74\x20\x74\x69\x6D\x65\x73\x2E\x20\x5B\x2F\x43\x4F\x4C\x4F\x52\x5D\x3C\x2F\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x3E\x3C\x2F\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x3E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x73\x69\x7A\x65\x3D\x22\x33\x22\x3E\x3C\x66\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x66\x61\x63\x65\x3D\x22\x54\x69\x6D\x65\x73\x20\x4E\x65\x77\x20\x52\x6F\x6D\x61\x6E\x22\x3E\x5B\x43\x4F\x4C\x4F\x52\x3D\x77\x68\x69\x74\x65\x5D\xC2\x93\x49\x20\x64\x75\x6E\x6E\x6F\x2E\x20\x49\x20\x67\x75\x65\x73\x73\x20\x2E\x20\x2E\x20\x2E\x20\x6