Busted
F*ck! That was way too close a call.
One of the main reasons that I don’t hang right now is the 2 minutes or so it takes to remove and stash the weights, then remove and stash the Bib, then have my pants back on and up. I have a friend over, and was innocently sitting at my computer reading posts and doing my stretches. I was about 5 seconds away from being busted. She came upstairs to tell me that a spider crawled up on the bed. Damn lucky for me that earlier in the evening the dog hurt my upper left leg, and she was their when it happened. My pants weren’t on all the way (yep, that close to getting caught) and at first she thought I was wanking. “Oh no, just massaging my leg where the dog tweaked it” She stuck her hand down my drawers to see…no woodie and no lube. She tried to figure out what web site I was at as well. If she tracks down Thunder’s I am sure to hear about it in the future.
Running a Massive Co-Front.