My Uncle Tony And Me Hot Muscle Bears Part 1
At around 4:00 p.m., the doorbell rang. I went to go get it. Opening the door, Uncle Tony came in. At age 35, he was only an inch or so taller than me. His hair was short and dark. His skin was slightly tanned, darker than me. And he, like myself, was VERY burly as well. “Yo, Josh!” he said greeting me. “Hey Uncle Tony,” I replied, grinning sheepishly. “What have you been up to?” “Shit, chilling,” I said. “Bored as hell.” “Boredom is contagious,” he agreed,...