I work at a
gym that is
popular all over
the country, because
of its family values, and
sliding fee scale.
I am a custodial artist.
It's mindless and gives
me time to write.
I get a free membership.
Men walk around the
locker room nude, and
try to have full conversations
with me.
I want to say,
put your cock away,
it doesn't talk.
This is a gym,
not a nudist colony.
I take no delight in
seeing your shriveled balls.
Where is your modesty,
your decency?
Wrap yourself in a
towel before you try
chatting me up about
the weather.
I'm trying to work out,
and then get the fuck away
from you screwballs.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 28th, 2023 18:27
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Comments7
Some people just want to expose themselves for the idiots they are Thomas.
Andy
yes
Other than that , you look forward to the visits?
lol. yes
How off putting. Yes, a towel would have saved the eyes getting sore:) I guess some just can’t put it away:)
Lol, thanks for commenting.
When I used to work out, so many were so infatuated with their bodies that they would do this in hopes that someone would praise their development. It is always a little unnerving when someone wants to show you their nakedness.
Yes it is. Thanks for the comment.
I learnt a long time ago not to walk around naked anywhere .. except for ..
nah' a gentleman neva tells does one ... Neville
excellent. Lol. Thanks bro for the comment.
It’s not any better in women’s lockers, but this made me chuckle in its irony “for a gym with family values”…
Thank you for the read and comment. Much appreciated.
You made me laugh in this one.... fantastic
Thanks again John, much appreciated.
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