Hunter - Part IHunter - Part I by zmariottax
Hunter sat on the couch in his apartment living room, wearing only a pair of Levis that were clearly well-worn. He had the sort of physique that once tore up the soccer fields during high school, but that was more than six years ago. Now he was 24, and while he still tried to hit the gym at least once a week, his muscles were glazed over with a visible layer of fat thanks to fast food runs after work, keggers on the weekends and numerous beers in-between. Still, he was a cocky son-of-a-bitch and could flex an impressive bicep when he wanted. Three double bacon belly busters from a diner downtown gave a satisfied rumble inside his stomach, and the button of his jeans groaned under the bloated weight. With a half-embarrassed chuckle, he reached down and quickly undid the button before leaning forward to grab his beer off the coffee table.
He sat back again and spread his legs wide before bringing the cool bottle to his lips. As he absent-mindedly watched the news and took swigs, he didn&