A Job in the Theatre Chapter 18

Rex fixed himself a stiff drink. He wandered around the living room checking it out. He didn't know much about paintings, but guessed that these were the real deal. The room featured floor to ceiling glass giving an unbelievable view of the ocean. He heard Ted enter and turned.

He was not a body builder, but was certainly in great shape. He was wearing the smallest of Speedo's that did little to hide his impressive bulge. Big cocks were so rare. "Love your place," Rex said.

Ted walked behind the bar and poured himself a drink. It was his first really good look at Rex. His body was incredible. His chest was chiseled perfection without a single hair on it. He had a tuft of hair snaking down into his trunks, but it was so blonde you could hardly see it. His little spandex thong was jammed packed. He could never go out in public like that. Rex really liked showing off his body. No wonder those guys didn't like him. He probably intimidated the hell out of them.

"I feel like I already know so much about you," Ted said glancing at Rex. "Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I guess I will start with the obvious. I like working out."

"When did you start doing that?"

"I guess it started when I was entering puberty. I realized that I was different from the other guys in gym class." Ted nodded his acknowledgment. He had experienced the same thing. "I decided since people were going to be looking at me anyway, I would really give them something to see. I guess I have a fair amount of exhibitionist in me."

"What about girls?"

Rex looked at him and wondered what Ted's experience had been. "Girls were a little freaked out, scared. They couldn't see it, too big." That's when Rex decided he could do himself. Sucking his own cock was easy. He wondered if Ted had tried it.

"If you don't mind me saying so, it looked like those guys on the beach didn't really appreciate you being there."