Animalistic Expectations Chapter #1: Realization - Sex Stories

Animalistic Expectations Chapter #1: Realization

... beginning, and then he realized there needed to be more. Admittedly, he is a bit of a supplement nut now, but it seems to work. Now, it's a protein bar in the morning, a weight gainer on off days, lunch and dinner. Then, a protein bar in the morning, lunch, pre-workout drink #1, pre-workout drink #2, weights, music, and that final workout drink during...oh, and then, dinner. He looked down, as he inspected the results. The lather now covered nicely. Once I get this final 3 to 4 pounds on, I definitely need to start to cut. He had been getting increasingly concerned about his rounding stomach. That had never even been imaginable, as a concern, until recently. He was both satisfied and proud that he was so close, but a bit surprised that he would actually have to work at toning that area now. When he first saw her 20+ years ago, he was a rail. There was nothing to him. Long hair which was wavy and curly with no true design, mustache (yeah, that awkward first try at facial hair), and whatever t-shirt his hand found first that day. The jeans were ripped most of the time. It didn't matter. As the years went on, he always smelled of cigarette smoke. It got up to a pack a day...sometimes more. Why shave when it wasn't necessary? I don't care if they look at me! I hope they do! I'm not them...nor do I ever plan to be anything like them. If you keep laying out in that sun, you're going to get cancer, you idiots! Besides, it's MUCH more comfortable in the air conditioned house anyway! ...

... They're all just sheep anyway. Now, as he continued to inspect his body, he was never happy, but yet, satisfied. Looking back, comparing and contrasting to his younger self, what a transformation. Of course, the transformation was not just physical. It was an attitude readjustment. It was an emotional awakening as well. All of these changes/improvements just fueled the drive further. If it could be more intense, even by one extra spurt...one extra spasm, it was worth pursuing. It's amazing how confidence can breed comfort. It's far from cockiness, it's confidence. He hated cocky people. That never changed. His values, morals, and beliefs never wavered...just his general attitude and outlook on life. It was so cliché, but he knew it was true that you only live once, and it's over in a heartbeat. Why didn't he realize that sooner? Who knows, but he wasn't about to miss anymore now that the revelation had been achieved. His size was definitely never an issue. It's funny how some seem to have such blatant confidence, which borders on cockiness, and that same person is incredibly insecure when they get between the sheets. Maybe they are entirely secure and confident, but have no idea how bad they suck! Haha! Poor souls. Women must LOVE those types! All this buildup and outer beauty and sexiness...just to disappoint and crash right back down to earth, without even realizing it! Fucking assholes! His cock stood out, even soft, dangling amongst all the suds and water beads. Straight ...