Featured in this story: Brandon and Cal (click for pictures)
Twenty minutes ago, Cal and Brandon had arrived at our studio. The two handsome friends were scheduled to fight each other one on one.
After I had welcomed them, the phone rang and it was a rather long discussion about a future project, a cooperation with the college tv channel that might or might not be greenlit within the month. It was a pretty ridiculous, bureaucratic conversation about definitions of pornography, nudity and violent behaviour, and I was pretty happy when I could hang up after what seemed like an eternity…
I hadn’t paid any attention to Cal and Brandon, so I was reasonably surprised to see that they both had changed their clothes. They were wearing leotards now.
I raised my eyes and looked at them.
Cal, the 22 year old black swimmer, was wearing a skin-tight red leotard that looked quite astonishing on him, accentuating his muscular arms, chest and abs, and highlighting his most prominent asset, the large package that he was sporting between his thighs. His fat cock was impressive even in its flaccid state as was facing up with his two massive orbs clearly outlined below.
Next to him, his buddy Brandon was standing, his hand buried inside his blue leotard, arranging his manhood inside the skimpy fabric. Brandon was one year younger than Cal. He was on the college swim team with Cal. The Asian-American boy was as muscular as his buddy, and his body had the same defined quality, a typical swimmer’s build.
Brandon glanced at Cal’s groin and grinned. “Pointing up?”
Cal shrugged. “Comfortable.”
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