A Better Man v2 chap 4

[mick93101]

Part 4 Kibble and Bits original by Clarence591, adapted by Mick93101


A little more than ten months later, Zach pulled up in front of the Heavy Bar Gym and momentarily sat back in the thickly padded seat of the SUV. Somehow it seemed totally foreign, yet familiar somehow,
?Hmm, this is where it all began. It?s only been ten months since I was last here but it seems like a lifetime ago, ha ha.?
Not knowing what his next birthday had in store for him, Zach anxiously counted the days now. He looked down between the steering wheel and his massive legs and softly let his fingertips trace the outline of the fabric covering his flaccid prick,
?Big boy?s been busy back in Hollywood.?
He had been playing with cock during the entire drive up here just to take the edge off the long flight before. While he drove, he thought back to his former life as Benji, Ben Hamilton, the mop boy at the Heavy Bar Gym in contrast to his current life as Zach, Zach Benson the muscle god. Initially, he had thought about the things he had abandoned in adopting his new life as a bodybuilder,
?Mom, Holt, Mr. Griggs, school...my home town...?
He hadn?t had thoughts of family or home but as he felt how substantial his current porn star soft dick weighed, there wasn?t much more of his former life to compare to this,
?I certainly don?t miss my old body. Geez!?
His new body was a phenomenon. No matter how lax he was in the gym, he added a pound a week and no matter how hard he drove his body afterwards with cocaine, steroids, diuretics and Viagra it never tired...never. Zach?s entourage always found new ways to deplete him but he never even weakened. Anxiously, Zach popped his bicep into its softball sized peak. He had the Mr. Olympia contest coming up just after his birthday and his arms were his signature body part. He was gratified to see the split head, cresting in perfect relief. However, seeing his desolate hometown, Zach thought about the virgin, Benji; about what he had between his naked, skinny legs and what he had now. Zach calculated the difference,
?Let?s see...My soft cock here, is an inch or two longer than my old dick was at it's hardest, It?s definitely thicker...Oh ya, five times thicker.?
Zach bit his lower lip as the oncoming arousal clouded the inhibitions from his brain,
?What the hell??
He grabbed his big penis, fished it out of his warm up pants and lifted it above his thigh. With a smug grin on his face, he felt the sheer weight of its super human flesh in his calloused hand. It was his golden septor to fame and fortune. Sitting in the parking lot, Zach cherished what his big dick did for him in L.A.,
?Having the biggest got me in the doors of the rich and powerful...kept?em coming back.?
He started to knead his instantly tumescent shaft with his whole adoring hand. He felt like he and his dick were cohort in setting off a record breaking career,
?...in bodybuilding titles, ad contracts, porn features, a burgeoning legitimate movie career and some hot muscle sex.?
The expanding organ quickly demanded the long, luxuriant strokes it was accustom to and Zach obediently paid tribute to the whims of his phallus with both hands pumping.The three hundred pound muscle man desperately recalled,
?I used to stroke my old dicklet with only this index finger, middle finger and thumb!?
As he pulled his left hand off the elevating stalk, it was amazing for Zach to recall his transformation. He felt the power of his growing member in his right hand while he imitated how he used to fiddle with his quarter sized cocktail wienie with his left,
?Unbelievable,?
In his right hand, as his rapturous strokes got longer and longer, his fingers could no longer wrap around to his thumb in the middle of the swelling shaft. With each loving stroke, his fingers were
abruptly stopped at the coronal cock head, it was so flared and distended. For the thousandth time since he discovered his new body, Zach grunted,
?...I can't believe it!?
Involuntarily, Zach started pumping his massive cock more meaningfully. He was on the verge when he uttered,
?...I can't believe how small I used to be...?
With those thoughts occupying Zach?s fevered brain, he tilted his head back against the head rest. And with a perverse sense of timing, he imagined how his little cock would stingily spit out its long frustrated semen,
?...Mmm.?
How he could almost feel his fingers and thumb on his left hand getting wet from the meager expenditure of his little boyhood dick,
?....Mmmm.?
While Zach Benson?s overgrown prick exploded like a firecracker in his right hand,
?...Guh!?
"Black Cat"
?Splat.?
?Fire Cracker?
?Splat.?
"M-80!"
?Splat.?
"M-80!"
?Splat.?
?Fire Cracker?
?Splat.?
"Black Cat"
As each spectacular white arc of spewm propelled past his heavy lidded eyes, Zach mocked the sensual intensity of each erupting convulsion when the heavy semen basted the upholstery around him. As his prodigious ejaculate splatted down to earth, the rest of his thicker cum coated his hand like frosting on a sand castle cake. He batted his canon around as the empty convulsions dissapated. As he toweled up, Zach chuckled at the pungent mess,
?Holly wood pays me a hundred grand for that kind of money shot.?
In a way, his coming here was the end of old Ben Hamilton?s life and Zach hoped, only the start of Zach Benson?s new one.
Zach lowered his head as he stepped out of the truck and pulled back the great, muscular loaves of his upper torso. The car was the largest model the rental company had, but still the agent profusely apologized for its small size when he got a look at Zach?s double wide body. Feeling the swelling subside, Zach gazed toward the fa?ade of his former work place as his three hundred pound body left the truck?s seat of the vehicle. It jerked back to level as if to celebrate being freed from its burden.
Zach slung the handle of his custom made bag over his head and allowed the extra long strap to cross over the front of his bulging body. Now, he knew how to exploit the burden of his carriage when he walked. As his body pick up its momentum, the leather strap rested over his shoulder and down to the sternum of his imposing chest. It caught his protruding steel pillowed cleavage making his chest look even more obscene. Zach pulled at the strap as he walked but after a few steps, the strap worked its way back under his pec shelf. Despite the cool February weather, he wore his usual garb; a pair of Spandex shorts and an athletic-cut sleeveless t-shirt. Even though he was down to three percent body fat, his massive form generated enough body heat to keep him warm. As the loaves of muscle slither and undulated, he had finally become accustomed to his powerful body?s battle with clothing. The fabric?s squeeze of his muscles was no longer annoying but a constant reminder of the formidable size and strength he had been blessed with. Through the store front Zach saw,
?Home of Zach Benson, world-class bodybuilder and strong man.?
As he entered the gym and looked around,
?Was it always this small??
He headed toward the weight floor where his eye caught his own image next to Chase Jameson?s old shrine. His shrine was dedicated to his newly won titles. Zach felt his pecs bounce. He couldn?t help but smile at the image of the mop boy groping his photo cutout here,
?There?s pictures of me winning the overall USA and Mr. Universe competitions.?
He remembered how every one was shocked when a relative unknown twenty year old walked away with the USA, so easily. Zach thought,
?I only entered the Mr. Universe because my agent said it would be good for my career.?
Zach felt his flexing softballs again. He liked the fact that he won the same title as Chase and earned more points from the judges. He knew that bothered Chase and only Zach knew how he did it exactly,
?Keep?em coming back for more.?
Zach?s trip down memory lane was quickly interrupted by someone calling his name,
?Zach, Zach Benson, Wow. I can?t believe you are here. Why didn?t you tell me you were coming??
Zach turned toward the husky voice and saw his former boss approaching him from behind the counter,
?...Griggs looks older and more frail than I remember,?
Zach forced a smile through his worried face. He held out his large hand as the two men shook. He could feel the old man?s boney fingers and purposely kept his grip looser than normal so as not to crush the brittle hand,
?Mr. Griggs, it is nice to see you again. How are you feeling??
The gym owner?s face glowed,
?I?m just dandy, young man. I?m surprise you know my name. The last time you were here we didn?t actually meet. You disappeared so quickly after the pose down. I didn?t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was. Now the whole world has told you, Mr. USA and Mr. Universe.?
The old man put his other hand on Zach?s bowling ball sized delt,
?I only wish I had your mass when I was your age.?
Griggs squeezed Zach?s shoulder and gazed at it wistfully. He returned his gaze to Zach?s face and dropped his hand,
?Your agent should have called to say you were coming. I would?ve notified the papers. It?s not everyday we get a visiting celebrity.?
Now it was Zach?s turn to glow. He smiled, flashing his perfect white teeth and sparkling azure eyes. He saw the old man?s astonished reaction to his angelic appearance. Zach never got tired of seeing people react to his stunning good looks,
?I?m here purely for personal reasons, not business. You have a great place, sir. I feel at home here.?
Zach looked over the owner?s balding head and scanned the weight room,
?It holds a special place in my heart.?
Zach looked down to refocus on his confused companion.
?This is where I got discovered after all. I regret I never had the opportunity to work out here. I?m in town for a type of reunion and thought, if you don?t mind, I could correct the situation today??
?Mind? Please, it would be an honor.?
?I?ll pay the day rate, of course.?
?I won?t hear of it.?
Mr.Griggs moved his hand back to huge bodybuilder?s shoulder and tapped lightly on his protruding chest with his index finger,
?A bodybuilder of your caliber is always welcome here. But if you would do me the favor of signing this poster, I?d consider it an even trade.?
Zach noticed this time, the old man?s hand remained on his barrel chest. He could feel the lingering touch?s need; need for his muscles, need for his youthful vitality, need for his cum,
?Of course. It would be my honor.?
Avoiding any further groping, Zach gave a slight bow to the shorter man. Reluctantly, Griggs walked over to the counter and picked up a black marker. Zach signed his name, confidently. The practice he received from autograph seekers helped him perfect his new signature,
?Will you need the use of a locker??
?Yes, please.?
Griggs walked backed to the desk and went behind it through the hip-height swinging door. Standing in the lobby, Zach fought the urge to follow Griggs, as he had done so many times. He put his large hands on the counter and thought how low it felt to him now. He ran his fingers over the collection of initials gouged into the wooden surface. He found the BH he carved on his first day of work. It wasn?t vandalism, Griggs told him to do it. It was a tradition at the gym. Griggs returned with a key and held it up for Zach,
?Lucky number 77.?
Zach took the key with a slight grin. His expression changed when he saw,
?Missing??
Written on a flyer posted behind the counter with a picture of his old self. Griggs picked-up on his guest?s facial cues and turned to look at the flyer,
?Benji was an employee here and a good boy. He just disappeared one day. In fact, oddly enough, it was on the same day you and Chase were here.?
?Really??
Zach feigned, using his best acting skills.
Griggs nodded,
?Yes, I was the last person to see him. It?s such a shame. Only his mother and I seem to care he?s gone.?
?His mother? Have you spoken with her??
Zach asked anxiously.
?Oh yes. When it first happened we talked almost every day. She?s a lovely woman. She?s got a lot on her plate, but I know she loves the boy.?
?So she?s worried about her son??
?Of course, as any mother would be. But the last time we spoke, she said a psychic told her Benji was in a better place. That seemed to comfort her a great deal. Personally, I don?t believe in that crap. In my heart I know Ben is alive and one day he will be standing there in front of me just as you are right now.?
Griggs pointed his boney figure at Zach.
?That will be a day to celebrate, yesireee!?
Griggs said with a clap of his hands and a big smile,
?Ben is very lucky to have someone who cares about him so much.?
?When you get to be my age son, you finally figure out what?s really important in life. It?s not how much money you have, or the size of your house, its how many people you have loved. Nobody wants to die alone.?
Griggs said, his whole body seemed to soften as he spoke. The two men stared into each other?s eyes for a moment saying more than words would permit,
?There?s something about you that reminds me of Benji.?
?Really?? Zach averted his eyes. He backed away from the counter and fidgeted with the shoulder strap of his bag,
?But you came here for a work out not to philosophize with an old man.?
Griggs moved back to the lobby. ?Do you need me to show you around??
?No, I?ll be fine.?
Zach said taking a deep breath to regain his composure.
?Yeah, obviously you know your way around a gym.?
Griggs put his hand on Zach?s broad back as he passed by him,
?Let me know if you need anything, Mr.Universe.?
Griggs watched the hulk?s tiny bubble butt and flaring cobra back enter the floor. After another reflective sigh, he went back to his office.
Zach removed his bag and dropped it against a nearby wall. As he selected a preacher curl station and began to load on the plates, he pretended not to notice everyone watching him. He stopped when the plates added up to two hundred pounds. He sat down and pumped out,
?One, two...nine, ten.?
Executing controlled reps with his right arm, Zach felt thee familiar surge of blood pumping into his bicep. Then he switched to his left and back again. After completing a second set with his left, he did seven more before his right arm failed. After pushing his other arm to failure, he then did two sets with the same weight using both arms. Zach stood up and bent his arms to force the blood through his bloated muscles. Without a break he walked to the overhead cable station and did his triceps routine. Once done, his tight t-shirt became translucent from his sweat. He gazed upon his mighty cannons as he twisted his hands at the wrist. The muscles of his arms moved seductively under his tanned skin. The net of thick veins pulsed with every beat of his heart. Looking in a nearby mirror, Zach went into a double bicep pose. He heard gasps from the others in the room and one mumbled ?shit? as he straightened then flexed his arms harder a second time.
Without acknowledging the onlookers he walked over to the bench press. The other patrons moved out of his way in complete silence. The only one oblivious to his approach was Spike working his chest on one of the three benches. Zach selected the bench next to Spike adding a couple plates to the 260 already on the bar. Zach swung his right leg over the bench. He moved into a comfortable position spreading his knees further apart and pushing Spike?s knee aside. Zach cranked out twelve quick reps before he sat up. He flexed his beefy tits as he groped them. Spike was in the same position, when Zach looked over at him. He scanned Spike?s bar before speaking, ?What you pressing??
?A hundred more than you,? Spike said in a cocky tone.
?Wow, 4. You?re one strong little shit,? Zach said with a sly grin.
?Who you calling little? I?m a hell of lot stronger than I look, pretty boy,? Spike stood up and puffed out his furry, barrel chest.
The two strong men were almost eye level with each other despite the fact Zach was still seated. ?Calm down, dude. I didn?t mean anything by it.?
?I didn?t think so. All you posers are the same. All you care about is looking good on stage in your girly underwear instead of getting strong like real men.?
?Is that a fact? So you think you?re pretty strong, heh?? Zach asked knowing the answer.
?I?m the strongest guy in this gym, if not the whole city. Hell maybe the whole damn state. I can take any man?s punch without even flinching. Ain?t that right?? Spike asked as he looked around the room. The crowd nodded in agreement.
?That is impressive. Can I try??
?Sure, but don?t blame me if you break a nail,? Spike answered in a mocking voice.
Zach stood up in front of Spike. The top of Spike?s head was just below Zach?s yard wide shoulders. At Spike?s eye level were four mounds of muscle; two huge slabs of pec meat and two gigantically swollen biceps. Spike?s eyes darted back and forth trying to take in the wall of human muscle in front of him Spike?s cocky attitude was gone when he finally raised his gaze to met Zach?s. ?So what do I have to do, punch you in the stomach or arm?? Zach asked calmly. He then brought his large hand in front of Spike?s face and formed it into a sledge hammer sized fist. He then slammed it into his other open hand.
Spike swallowed hard before speaking. ?No, you hit me in my chest,? he said softly.
?Your chest? Aren?t you afraid if someone hits you hard enough it might stop your heart? Zach asked as he slammed his fist into his hand again.
Spike just gave a subdued grin and moved to an open space in front of the benches. He stood tall and put one foot behind the other and leaned forward. His feet were further apart then his normal stance for performing the trick. Zach moved casually into position in front of Spike. ?Ready?? Zach inquired. Spike nodded nervously and flexed his chest. Zach pulled back his right arm; he smiled at Spike then released his cannon. Zach?s fist slammed into Spikes left pec. The sound echoed throughout the voluminous gym. Spike gave a slight moan before his body was forced backwards. He tried to hold his position by flapping his arms wildly. But his foot instinctively moved to correct his balance. He took another step backward. He tripped over his own two feet. Down he fell onto his thickly padded ass. The crowd was as shocked as Spike himself. Zach stepped closer to the fallen former champion. He extended his hand ?Are you all right??
Spike slapped Zach?s helping hand away. Spike?s muscle bound body forced him to get on all fours before clumsily standing up. He rubbed his chest while gasping for air. ?Lucky shot. I wasn?t really ready? he grumbled.
?I?m willing to go again if you are?? Zach said sitting down at the bench were Spike was working out. He leaned back and raised the 400 pound bar with ease, completing eight quick lifts. Zach got up and pulled several plates from the bar he had lifted earlier and put them on his current one. ?Just let me know when you?re truly ready this time.? Zach sat back down on the bench and did six more reps with the 520 pound bar. He sat up and bounced his pecs. He looked directly at a stunned Spike, ?I guess I?m stronger than I look too, I mean for being just a pretty boy, poser?. A humiliated Spike said nothing as he walked away and disappeared into the locker room.
Zach shook the hands of some of the gym members who congratulated him on besting Spike. He then reclined back on the bench and did another two sets. He sat up and felt up his pumped pecs through his soaked shirt. He loved how big and hard his body got when he worked it. His shirt was so wet and stretched to the breaking point it was almost transparent. The darker skin of his nipples could easily be seen through the pale yellow fabric. He looked up and saw Geoff Roberts entering the weight room. Their eyes met only for a moment before Geoff quickly looked away. Geoff was just a beautiful as Zach remembered. Zach nipples became as hard as the rest of his torso.
Zach spent the next two hours going through is normal routine. It took twice as long to complete because he was constantly being interrupted to answer questions, pose for pictures and sign autographs. Throughout his workout he would glance over to where Geoff was and often caught him looking back if only for a second. Zach also noticed Geoff was moving slower than usual, as if he was purposely extending his time in the gym. He asked around about Damon. He found out his team had traded him because he was never able to put on the muscle weight they wanted. He felt sorry for Damon, but was glad he had copied his fast, fat burning metabolism. It enabled Zach to be shredded even in the off season with very little dietary sacrifice.
Zach finished working his last body part on the squat rack. He stretched his mammoth thighs, before he picked up his bag and waddled into the locker room. He went to the locker Griggs had issued him after picking up a couple of clean towels. He opened the door and tossed in his bag. He set the towels on the bench that ran down the aisle between the rows of lockers. He continued to stretch out his heavily worked body to encourage the blood to circulate, feeding his muscles for growth. He bent forward at the waist to stretch the back of his legs and lower spine. After holding the position he straightened up and found Beef Stick standing next to him with a strange grin. ?Hello? Zach said pulling his arms behind his back.
?Hi, I?m Wayne Bostick.?
?Zach Benson? he said as he extended his hand. Beef Stick was completely nude. Zach knew Wayne?s plan and purposely kept eye contact. The two men shook. Zach returned to his slow stretches, looking into his open locker.
?It?s nice to meet you, Zach. It was very impressive how you took on Spike. I didn?t think anyone would ever best that armored chest of his.? Zach looked at Wayne?s face momentarily and gave a slight smile. ?Your t-shirt, it says MENSA. Isn?t that the group made up of genius types. Are you a member??
?Do you find that difficult to believe?? Zach asked without moving his head. He pulled off his t-shirt over head. Wayne watched Zach?s pecs reform into massive muscle pillows as his arms lowered.
?No. I read about your high IQ.? Wayne scanned Zach?s enormously pumped up torso. ?Wow, you look like that and have a brain too. I guess your gene pool was filled with Avian while the rest of us got stuck with swamp water, heh?.? Both men gave a slight chuckle. Zach sat down on the bench and began to remove his shoes. He turned his back slightly to Wayne. ?Speaking of genes, it seems to me that competition is part of man?s DNA. Spike is a perfect example. He, like all men, has this instinctual need to beat our rivals. Bodybuilding is another example. A man trying to prove he is better developed than all other men. There are so many ways to gauge a man; physique, looks, intelligence, strength, fame, bank account. Many think we pursue those things to compensate for the one thing that nature meant as the true measuring stick, for lack of a better term, of a man. You seem to have it all Zach. What do you think is the true measure of a man??
Zach listened to Beef Stick?s monologue without saying a word or looking at him. He stood up, turned toward his companion. Zach then bent forward to pull off his shorts and jock in one motion. Beef Stick smiled and put his hands on his hips as Zach?s face was only a few inches from his crotch. There was no way he wasn?t checking him out. This was the moment Wayne looked forward to. Zach stood up and said matter-of-factly, ?I don?t think you can judge a man by the size of his brain, muscles, or any other body part. It all seems a bit superficial to me. All because a person has a few physical short comings doesn?t mean he?s less of a man.? Zach smiled and put his hand on Wayne?s shoulder, ?Apparently it?s an issue that?s bothers you. There?s nothing you can do to change who you are. My advice is not to worry about it. A man?s size really doesn?t matter.?
Beef Stick?s was confused. Of course size matters. And what did he mean by physical short comings? Was he talking about him? That wasn?t what he was supposed to say. One look at his manhood should have turned this muscle bound freak into a shrinking violet. Wayne wanted to sneak a peek at what this guy was carrying between his legs. There was no way he was packing more than the legendary Beef Stick. Wayne wanted to look down so badly, but couldn?t when Zach was making direct eye contact. Wayne realized he had to say something, ?Right, good advice.?
Just then Zach saw Geoff approaching from behind Wayne. He saw the model scan his body and blush. Zach just smiled. Zach continued to watch Geoff move pass him twisting his body slightly to keep him in view. He even caught Geoff turning around to get a look at his backside. While Zach was distracted, Beef Stick had plenty of time to check out Zach?s goods. Zach snapped his head back when he heard Wayne whisper ?Jesus Christ all mighty?.
Zach turned to find Wayne still staring at his super-sized package. Zach put his hands on his hips and repositioned his weight to get Wayne?s attention. It didn?t work. Zach then coughed and bounced his fingers over his hip bones. Still Wayne continued to stare. Zach then called out Wayne?s name. Finally Wayne, his mouth agape, raised his eyes to meet Zach?s. He looked pale and scared. It was the first time Zach could remember Beef Stick was at a loss for words. ?It?s perfectly natural to check out other guys in the locker room, but it?s rude to stare.? Wayne slowly nodded his head in agreement. He was in shock, not only was Zach bigger and thicker, but his cock was beautifully shaped as well. His balls were just as large and perfectly formed. ?And like I said being a smaller man isn?t the end of the world.? Zach picked up one of his towels and handed it to Wayne. ?But maybe you should cover yourself up.? Wayne took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. Zach patted his crestfallen acquaintance on the back as he turned to walk away. With a grin Zach tossed the other towel over his shoulder before heading to the shower. There was no need for him to cover up for he was now the gym?s new undisputed alpha male.
Zach was the center of attention as he cleaned himself in the communal shower. He had become comfortable with constantly being watched. It usually didn?t bother or arouse him anymore. But usually he didn?t have Geoff Roberts checking him out. He enjoyed knowing his presence now had the same effect on Geoff as Geoff always had on him. Zach purposely gave his voyeur a clear view of whatever body part he was soaping up or rinsing off. Zach left the shower room to brush his teeth in the adjacent bathroom. He wanted to be prepared for anything that may happen. Still wearing only a towel over his shoulder, Zach walked from the bathroom to his locker. As he passed Geoff, who was standing in front of his own locker wearing a towel, he smiled and said hello. Once again Geoff just looked away nervously. Zach had given plenty of hints he was interested with no response. He would have to take a more direct approach with this one. It was something he didn?t normally have to do, but Geoff should be worth the extra effort. Zach took his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He knew men were less threatened by him with the more clothes he wore. He headed back to Geoff?s locker. ?Hey aren?t you Geoff Roberts, the model?? Zach asked enthusiastically.
?Yes, I am,? Geoff answered, his voice cracking.
?I thought so, but I wasn?t sure. That?s why I kept staring at you?
?Have we met before??
?No, but we have worked with some of the same people.? Geoff gave Zach a confused look. ?Photographers, I mean. I?ve done some modeling, mostly in the fitness industry, not the high fashion stuff you do. I?ve been compared to you. They say we have a similar look.?
Geoff laughed, ?Maybe if I was on steroids?. He quickly realized he might have offended the larger man. ?I?m sorry, I didn?t mean to imply you take steroids. You?re just so much bigger than I am. I don?t know why I said that. I know nothing about steroids. I don?t care if you do take them or not. But if you do, they seem to be working. I mean it?s your business, not mine. You can do whatever you want. No one is going to try to tell you what to do, certainly not me. I?m just going to shut up now.? Geoff said sitting down on the bench embarrassed.
Zach sat next to him, ?It?s okay, I know what you meant. And just to let you know, I don?t take steroids. I don?t have a problem putting on muscle. Something tells me that?s never been a problem for you either. You have a great body, good size and symmetry.?
?Thanks. I know I look scrawny next to you, but in the fashion world, I?m considered huge.?
?I can believe it.? Zach ran his fingers over Geoff?s nicely formed bicep.
Geoff looked at his arm next to Zach?s. ?My God, your arm is twice the size of mine. Tell me how does it feel to be?? Geoff stopped himself and looked in the opposite direction of Zach.
?Finish your question, Geoff. It?s okay, you can ask me anything,? Zach said putting his hand on Geoff?s bare thigh, exposed by the gap in the towel.
?I can?t, not here. There are too many people around.? Geoff spoke softly as he looked down at the floor.
Zach stood up. ?I know a place where we can have some privacy.? Zach began to walk away; he stopped and turned to make sure he was being followed. When Geoff saw Zach waiting for him, he stood and trailed behind. The two men entered Ben?s old sanctuary. Zach locked the door after they were both inside.
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