The first thing that runs through your mind when you see gael is that fact that he appears to be an identical replica of Enrique Iglesias. http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/212/33...
"Here, Lemme help you" he smiles and carries your bag for you. He is shirtless with just a pair of tight boardshorts and a necklace on. His skin smells of salt from an ocean swim. His bed is directly next to yours, he bends over to grab something out of his bag, revealing a thick dark wet patch between his cheeks where the sun hasnt had a chance to shine and dry.
He sits down with a thump on his bed and the two of you make small talk, explaining where you are from, what your plans are for the holiday. You rifle through your bag looking for a pair of comfortable boxers to wear to bed as you are planning on having an early night. You pull a towel around you and hitch them up as you talk to Gael. Accidently the mountainous pile of white fabric slips of, resulting in you inadvertantly mooning this man you've only known for half an hour. You pull your boxers up "Sorry about that" Gael just laughs as he climbs into bed, "Dont worry man, Ive seen more than one bum in my lifetime. You stand there, trying to hold your boxers up, but now they are at least 4 sizes too big. "Hey bro those look a little big, wanna borrow a pair of my boxer briefs, they should fit you. They are extra small for my model shoots." Looking in your bag you see there is no other alternative other than getting naked infront of a room full of strangers. "Okay, if thats alright with you"
Gael shakes his head. "No worry at all, you are nice, i like to help nice people" he throws you a pair of tiny grey boxer briefs. As you catch them, a warm puff of Gael's scent wafts out of them. You are intrigued by the scent. They really are small and they fit you perfectly as you slide them up an on. "Cool, thanks for this Gael." you say as you hop into bed "How'd you get them warm?" You ask, looking over to him as he switches the light off. "Oh thats easy, Ive been wearing them all day." As your eyes adjust to the moonlit room you look over to see gael roll over, facing away from you, his dark butt hanging out from under his blankets. You dont know what to think as you hear the faint puffs of his sleeping breath and feel the warmth radiating out of the boxers.
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