Well since I am about to diet and feel lonely here is my story. Sorry Ranger but your gone and I am lonely.
A few years back I was in Dallas working out for a show when this hunk of a man walked by and caught my eye. He was tall, dark, and extremely handsome and spoke with a souther twang. my pecs fell through my heart as I dreamed that oneday I would hook up with this man.
At the time i was dating many people including Gymtime (4th toaster) but he was not very good in bed and so loose sex was never really great. In laymen terms he was a power bottom and it got old and tired. Though he was cute Gymtime also had a serious attitude problem for a big bottom.
Anyway after time I grew more and more found of this stranger who stretched very far as a quick glimpse in the shower showed me. But how could someone who looked as good as me and as built as me speak to someone who seemed to have it all.
Well one day his soap dropped and I made my move and said hi how are you. This became toaster (5) as he looked up and his eyes caught mine looking at his stretchness. I said my name is Johnny but my friends call me Flexed1 and he smiled and said I can see why. He had what seemed to be six ladies outside the lockeroom waiting for him so quickly I said how bout a bite to eat.
We ha a great dinner, great conversation, and he explained how his life was so wild and filled with women after women and I looked at him with my baby blues and said there is so much more to life. He glared back, smiled and said really? yes I said want to see?
Sop back to my house we went and as he pulled out of his car he opened up his trunk and pulled out a black Ranger hat. So my nickname for him became Ranger and it stuck like I stuck him and to this day we have a very special relationship filled with stretching and bending and teasing straight women who can't have us since we have each other.
Thats is the story and I hope my Ranger has tears in his eyes as we go back to how we first met.