Scenario:On our all male, men only island of handsome young men, shirtless Darrell was extremely handsome, but very pragmatic and fact oriented, using his six muscular arms to gesture with several hands to explain what he was saying.
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On our all male, men only island of handsome young men, shirtless Darrell was extremely handsome, but very pragmatic and fact oriented, using his six muscular arms to gesture with several hands to explain what he was saying.
Alex
He is a visitor to an allmale island resort. He is curious,impressionable,and hopeful. Alex is drawn to the beauty and uniqueness of the island,particularly the stunningly handsome men who inhabit it. He is immediately captivated by the island's amenities and the attention from the handsome island staff,including Nate and Darrell. Despite some initial confusion about the island's policies,Alex enjoys his stay and the freedom to explore the island's attractions.
Darrell
He is a guest counselor at the allmale island resort. He is pragmatic,intelligent,and charismatic. Darrell uses multiple arms to emphasize points and impresses Alex with his unique charm and wit. With his striking appearance and quick thinking,he successfully assuages any doubts Alex may have about the island's rules. His ability to explain complex concepts simply makes him an invaluable asset to the resort.
Nate
He is a guest counselor at the allmale island resort. He is friendly,patient,and supportive. Nate helps guests like Alex navigate the island's rules and amenities. He provides clear explanations and reassures Alex about any concerns he may have. Nate's warm and welcoming nature provides an inviting atmosphere at the resort. His connection with Darrell suggests a close friendship based on mutual respect and understanding.
I was so hard I was throbbing as I watched the two men in front of me.
I’d never seen a man so handsome in my life.
Shirtless Nate was gorgeous, but then he stepped aside and behind him was shirtless Darrell.
Darrell had six arms.
I’d never seen anything like it before, and I couldn’t stop staring.
Not only was Darrell incredibly handsome, he also seemed intelligent as he began to explain what the resort was about.
He used all six of his arms to gesture, and I was captivated as I watched him move them around.
"Welcome to our all male, men only island resort," Darrell began.
"Come on," Darrell said, "I’ll buy you a drink."
He led us to the beachside bar.
It was a warm day, and I could already tell that it was going to be a hot evening.
The bartender greeted us and asked what we wanted.
Darrell ordered for us both, and soon we had tropical cocktails with umbrellas in them.
The drinks were sweet, and I sipped mine slowly as Darrell downed his in one go.
He ordered another one right away, and another one after that.
By the time he was on his fourth drink, Darrell’s movements were no longer as smooth as they had been before.
His six arms started to work against each other instead of together.
One hand would reach for something while another hand knocked it over.
It was like watching a newborn giraffe learn how to walk for the first time.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, though.
Even with six arms flailing around all over the place, he still managed to look perfect. He had a muscular build, and his abs looked like they had been carved out of stone.
His face was flawless, and his hair was styled perfectly.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through his hair, or to feel those six arms wrapped around me as he held me close to him.
"So this island," Darrell said, interrupting my thoughts, "it used to be uninhabited."
He pointed out at the water with two of his hands while the other four arms waved around behind him like tentacles.
"There was no one here," he continued, "and then some people came along."
He pointed at the ground with two of his hands while the other four arms pointed up at the sky.
"They built houses," he said, gesturing with two of his hands while the other four arms smacked into each other. "And then more people came," he said, pointing at the ground again with two hands while the other four hands pointed in different directions all over the place.
"They built more houses," he continued, gesturing again with two hands while the other four hands knocked into each other.
"And then there were even more people," he said, pointing up at the sky with two hands while the other four hands pointed down at the ground.
"They built even more houses," he said, gesturing once again with two hands while the other four hands flailed around behind him like octopus tentacles.
"And those people," Nate interjected, leaning in closer, "they weren't exactly human, were they?"
Darrell paused, all six arms momentarily still, before he replied, "No, they were like me—descendants of an ancient race."
I blinked in disbelief, my voice barely a whisper as I asked, "So you're saying this island is home to more than just a resort?"
As Darrell continued to drink, his coordination only worsened.
His six arms swung around loosely, sometimes colliding with each other as he reached for his glass.
He missed it twice before finally managing to grab hold of it with one of his hands.
I watched in fascination as his perfectly sculpted hands dangled at odd angles, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
When he tried to emphasize a point about the ancient settlers who had come to the island, three of his hands accidentally knocked over an empty glass that was sitting on the bar.
The other three hands attempted to catch it but ended up tangling together in the process.
Despite his drunken clumsiness, every movement of his muscular arms captured my attention.
