I first saw him, he was taller than me ( my type of guys ) 6" tall, tanned skin and swimmers built body, and a pretty twink face, even tho he had some...not much facial hair, the k** was very attractive , i came up to him and said hi with a short dude to dude hug, and felt his toned back, i wanted to strip this k** naked and fuck his brains out right there. Anyways, we talked a bit and guess what, this k** is so messed up in a way that he has absolutely no clue of who he is, i mean he was into. "Yeah. She's actually a good kid. It's Kim Burlington that's the bitch. Shawna and Evan are good people. They're moving up to seniors for Nationals, too. Anyway, she was telling me that she and Evan finished second to Kratsulina and Zhargov in Mexico City, but that Evan had a bad fall. They had been leading through the OD, and probably would have won the free if Evan hadn't gone splat. Disrupted the whole flow of the program. Anyway, Shawna told me she is distinctly unimpressed by Kratsulina. He walked up to the door, and, only when he was inches away and it swung open apparently of its own volition, did he realize that there was a man's dark shadow behind the screen and that he was looking into a room of almost total darkness.Along one wall were couches. Backless beds, really, covered with nondescript flowered material that he couldn't see clearly.On the other wall were a couple of chairs. "Pase, senor," the doorman said. He slammed the screen behind Alex.He followed the room to. “I did. Yes, it's true,” he answered.“Tell me what you know of me.”A soft chuckle filtered through the line.“I know you're not seeking affirmation or assurance. I can certainly go on describing how desirable you are. How beguiling and enthralling you are. How beautiful and sexy you are,” he said, sounding as if he spoke through stern, curled lips. “But you're not looking to be flattered or fluffed. You would think it hollow and it would leave a sour taste in your mouth. You would resent every.