Old Gym Sighting from Daly City:
“This should get his attention,” Thought Hunter O’Pinoy. The squat rack held nearly 800lbs using half the plates in the gym. “He has no choice but to watch and wait for me to finish with these 45’s.” Hunter gripped the bar, his chest slowly rising as he lustfully eyed the Happa on the neck machine.
“Heh,” he chuckled under his breath, widening his stance under the bar, “it’s amazing what I’ll do to get a guy’s attention. Finish him, Hunter.” He kissed at the reflection of his gym crush—now watching intently—and pressed deep into the squat, his chin nestled into his gut. This weight was nothing, but maybe if he faked trouble he could get the boy to spot him?
