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Watching the Incredible Hunks
Posted April 18th 2012 at 04:49 PM by *~The Purple Pixie~*
So, here I am. Sitting, one leg crossed over the other, casting occasional glances behind me at the rock wall.
It used to be a church, but for some reason they (don't ask me to specify 'they' - Lord only knows) converted the main part of the building into a rock wall and christened it a climbing centre.
Now, I'm sat before a table in the balcony cafe, where exhausted climbers or spectators can come to get a glimpse at the action.
There's plently of muscular women on the walls today; but it's the men I like. Men with tough buttocks and hard abs, who skim up the walls like monkeys, then allow their partner below to lower them on ropes. And my God, the foyer. Full of hot young gents waiting to collect their harness from reception and begin the tantalising ritual of ascending the man-made rock walls and tilting their oh-so-purt rear ends towards my line of sight. I'd watch it all day...longer - all night. The place stays open late...there is some romantic potential. Perhaps one day, when I have nothing better to do, no other young men to attend to, I shall wander down here and have a dekko at the selection of stubble-chinned eye-candy. After all, there's more sweets here than at the Pick'n'Mix counter at the Cinema Delux.
It used to be a church, but for some reason they (don't ask me to specify 'they' - Lord only knows) converted the main part of the building into a rock wall and christened it a climbing centre.
Now, I'm sat before a table in the balcony cafe, where exhausted climbers or spectators can come to get a glimpse at the action.
There's plently of muscular women on the walls today; but it's the men I like. Men with tough buttocks and hard abs, who skim up the walls like monkeys, then allow their partner below to lower them on ropes. And my God, the foyer. Full of hot young gents waiting to collect their harness from reception and begin the tantalising ritual of ascending the man-made rock walls and tilting their oh-so-purt rear ends towards my line of sight. I'd watch it all day...longer - all night. The place stays open late...there is some romantic potential. Perhaps one day, when I have nothing better to do, no other young men to attend to, I shall wander down here and have a dekko at the selection of stubble-chinned eye-candy. After all, there's more sweets here than at the Pick'n'Mix counter at the Cinema Delux.
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