Bryce was just the cutest guy Morgan had ever seen. The first time he whizzed past him
on the ice it was like watching a vision of beauty come to life.


Bryce had grace and elegance in his skating. His smooth cheeks had a red blush to them
and from the look in his eyes he was lost in his own world, skating on his own planet.
Morgan felt like an elephant or hippo compared to this gorgeous, slender twink who was
easily the best skater on the ice.


That first night Morgan went home and jerked off like crazy. He now had a reason to go
skating often and it was not long that he began to feel the benefits. All the left over fat
from his beer and pizza college days began to melt away and he slowly began to get his
shape back. He felt so good about himself that he now felt he could approach the twink
that caught his eye each time he went on the ice.


'You're a great skater.' Morgan told him one day.

'Thanks. You're not too bad yourself.' Bryce replied.

'I've a long way to go to get to your shape.' Morgan said.

'I like the shape you're in.' Bryce replied. 'Me, I'm too skinny...nothing to hang on to in
bed. But I like being on the bottom anyway, so I like my guy to have love handles that I
can grab a hold of.'

Morgan blushed. It sounded like an invitation, but he wasn't sure.

'Do you wanna grab a burger?'

'I thought you'd never ask.' Bryce replied before flashing him a magnificent smile.


Bryce was one seriously sexy twink. All through the meal Morgan was drooling over this
hot little twink man stud. He hung on every word he said, looked deep into those clear
blue eyes and tried out his best jokes so he could see those sexy lips part in a smile.
Morgan was a little too dumbstruck to be able to see that Bryce was equally taken with
him. He liked Morgan's open, honest face and his warm, brown eyes. He imagined kissing
those full red lips and feeling Morgan's five o'clock shadow tickling his stomach as he
kissed his way down to the pleasure zone. Bryce could see a tuft of dark hair above
Morgan's top button and he wondered if he might have a hairy butt. There was nothing he
loved more than a firm, fleshy, pale rump dusted in silky hair. From the outside it looked
like Morgan might have it all; he certainly filled out his jeans pretty nicely and from the
forest of hair on his chest things looked promising.


'How hairy are you?' Bryce suddenly demanded.

Morgan blushed, not for the first time.

'Too hairy.' he replied 'I'm booked in to get waxed next week.'

'Oh no...no. Don't do that!'

'Really?'

'Absolutely.' Bryce purred. 'I just luuuurv a hairy ass!'

'I think hairy asses are disgusting.' Morgan said. 'I hate mine. When I look in the mirror, it
is like looking at an ape, or something. I wish I had a nice, smooth peachy little ass.'

'Tell you what.' Bryce whispered as he brought his face up close to Morgan's. 'I've got just
such an ass, so you can play with mine if I can play with yours.'

'You've got yourself a deal.' Morgan said as he stood up and grabbed his coat.


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