Larry stood by his bike waiting for flabby Fred when he saw this massive set of thighs & a great firm butt pull up beside him. As he looked up, Larry realized he was looking at his friend, Fred. He had heard Fred had let himself go & he had as far as the flabby gut & man boobs went. However, Fred now had tough thighs on him. At least Larry could take comfort in that he had superior calves. The two old friends had a beer on the patio & talked of old times. Still, Larry could not help but comment on Fred's thunderous thighs whose shorts could hardly contain them. "Well, at least I have better calves than you," chided Larry, proud of his assets. He stared Fred right in his eyes. He was a competitive man & did not like to be outdone.
"I don't know about that," Fred responded assuredly. "The beer must be getting to you Larry, as my calves must be almost 20 inches." With that Fred crossed his legs to show his calves.
Larry could hardly believe it! What had happened. It was true, he hardly drank, so the beer must have gotten to him. How else to explain the big, solid calves on Fred to go with his thighs.
Fred quickly settled up at this point. He had bigger fish to fry. Surly, Fred was more man than Butch had ever been, at least with his lower body. He wanted to see Betty. She would love him.
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