At the Mercy of a Muscleboy
At the Mercy of a Muscleboy - By Obedient Boytoy I loved spending time at the gym. I wasn't a musclehead or a vain yuppie or such, I just enjoyed the activity, the exercise and the scenery. I was fit, slim and trim, with a smooth body. I exercised to stay that way, not to bulk up. I was in nice shape and looked good for a 34-year-old guy. Even with youth drifting out of sight in the rearview mirror, I still was referred to as a 'pretty boy' by many of the studs in the gay...