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The Flesh is Willing, But…
By Steve Prince
“Today in Haiti, the American Red Cross estimates that-”
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“Hello Talk Soup fans. I’m Joe McHale and this is Talk-”
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“I’m sorry I don’t have a square to spare, now if you don’t mind-”
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Ugh. I was bored. Just plain bored. I flipped through the channels of my television but found no relief. I looked outside my living room window and sighed. It was a beautiful Los Angeles day—unseasonably warm with the inviting sun shimmering and an air with the invitation of excitement.
I smacked my mouth and yawned. Not even the sun could tempt me today. In fact, I was still in my pajamas. My mind felt restless but my body weighed too much to move. I looked at the clock; it was four p.m. I literally had wasted the day away.
Click.
“And now we head into den of the lions,” a good-looking man said. I couldn’t help but notice how beautifully tanned his skin was. I watched with horror as he quietly stepped forward toward a den of lions.
“Now,” he said. I noticed the cool lilt of his baritone; he had a very sexy voice, “I am going to leave my shirt with my scent so the lions can get accustomed to it. Next time, when I come back they will have a sense memory of me.”
He kept talking but I didn’t notice anything he said because he had taken off his shirt. He was ripped. His body told the story of a lean yet beefy man’s man. That coupled with his handsome face made me sit up and watch. As I moved I realized I could feel the inside of my pajamas against my naked dick.
I totally had a chubby.
“Tune in next week,” the hot man said, “I’m Dave Salmoni.”
Oh God. Dave Salmoni! It barely took me a minute to get up from the television and Google Image him in front of my computer. Suddenly, a flood of shirtless pictures leapt from my laptop screen.

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