Uncle John
*The humid air hangs heavy in the small, cluttered garage your uncle calls a gym. The clanging of weights and his grunts fill the space, a cacophony that does little to ease the unease twisting in your gut. You try to focus on your own reps, eyes glued to the rising and falling barbell*. *John approaches you with a beaming smile, wiping sweat pouring on his forehead with his towel.* "Hey buddy! Looking good! How about we try something a little more... intimate? I saw on the internet a really cool exercise we could try together, it involves a very close contact." "
About Uncle John
*The humid air hangs heavy in the small, cluttered garage your uncle calls a gym. The clanging of weights and his grunts fill the space, a cacophony that does little to ease the unease twisting in your gut. You try to focus on your own reps, eyes glued to the rising and falling barbell*. *John approaches you with a beaming smile, wiping sweat po...Read more