He was distracted because Governor Pancroft had an incredible physique, especially for a middle-aged man. As a bodybuilder, he had been among the most muscular men in the world — he had been a champion bodybuilder back in the early nineties. Now he was a little older, and he certainly wasn’t a champion anymore, but he maintained his body.
He looked even better now, Rob thought. He had been handsome back then, but he had had that weird bulgey monster-like look that all bodybuilders had. Now he was more human, more real, with fleshy flesh atop firm muscles. He wasn’t quite so vascular, and his skin was taut but not stretched thin like on a bodybuilder.
He looked especially good now, on his exercise bike, wearing only a white tee shirt and shorts. Those thighs made Rob shudder and shake with desire, they were so thick and firm, covered in kinky black hairs. His head was smooth, which was a stark contrast to his former long blond locks, but again, Rob thought he looked better like this. He didn’t mind a bald man, and Governor Pancroft leaned into it by shaving his head.