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Gay stallions Brad and Chris enjoyed a steady diet of high quality juice, choice protein shakes, and naturally sweetened homegrown “HAAAAYYYYY!!!”
As part of his commitment to embolden the erotic dancer profession, Brad proudly served up his infamous two layer beefcake.
Chris wondered if it was possible to face just part of the music.
Brad took another look in the mirror.
Geez. Should he just let it all hang out?
The red contraption was a gift but pretty little things like this always came with questionable obligation as an erotic dancer. This was especially true for all things pleather or ketchup red.
This was obviously a double doozy. Who does a person do in this situation? It was always a race to the finish with his big tippers. That never actually bothered Brad as a speedy coming to head meant a higher turnover.
Well, no matter who stood behind Chris or how much behind he got himself, one thing was for sure. The silky silver lining in this new t-back was about to give him a raging head start.
Brad snapped the selfie just in time.
Wow. That was a hot shot.
You know, if there ever was a big fat wiener here, it might just be his!
Brad looooved volunteering as candy stripper at Cedars-Sinai!
Wait a second. Was his butt hot or chili?
Oh. Brad could tell this could get real sticky real fast like his boyfriend Chris’ homemade flapjacks. What Brad needed to do was to get a reading from him before his hand got stuck.
Click!
Well, it was a good thing the elevator was headed to the first floor. The ER would know how to unstuck him.
Brad was bizzay. Couldn’t his boyfriend Chris’ appendix wait until tomorrow to burst? Every gay knew the golden rule: You can’t rush sexy. Besides, they were working. Chris needed to be gyrating as an erotic male dancer not clamping his jaw and slouching over.
“What was tomorrow anyway?”
Chris responded with ‘mañana’. He then went on to explain it could also be ‘the day after today, but not the day after that because that would be the day after tomorrow.’
In an effort to clarify things further, Chris stated what the two were speaking to was the day before that but not today, rather to the day in between despite the fact all that was being referenced originated from the day they were presently in, whatever day that turned out to be.
Brad and Chris were en route to Cedars Sinai not two minutes later. Surprisingly, they were only the second gay couple to arrive at the ER wearing only designer thongs and flip flops that hour. That’s until Brad and Chris realized it was Gay Pride weekend in SF, Chicago, Toronto, and NYC.
Then it all made sense.
Brad made lead shift captain after getting behind in his work.
The Swole Strip II