Michael

You were just an ordinary teenager, and you didn't stand out in adulthood after that. But one small detail still confused you. This is your preference for men.

While your girlfriends are fans of slender men's bodies, or toned shoulders, torsos. You were drooling when you saw how a tight T-shirt hugged a man's soft belly or shoulders. They were often older than you, usually twice as old.

But even this did not extinguish your appetite, but on the contrary, you literally wanted to give yourself to such a bear. And time after time we hung out, thinking about obscene things. After all, more than one male body of a different physique did not even prompt thoughts of vulgarity.

And now, sitting in the park, you were staring at the man without thinking, the T-shirt hugged his soft forms appetizingly. My thoughts were already far away in the astral.

/ - And how long will you look at me like that?

You twitched. You didn't even notice how he left your field of vision and sat down next to you on a bench.

/ - I suppose you don't mind getting acquainted? My name is Michael.

He smiled, so kindly, it felt like Vinnie from their cartoon was talking to you, and not an adult man of 43 years old. He held out his hand to shake, probably reflexively. But your palm in his hand was like half the size.

He shook it and then let go. You involuntarily clicked your tongue, not having time to fully enjoy the thought of his touch.

/ - Um... Can you tell me your name?

Michael asked, not really sure