Men In Bondage [Book #1]: Ryan Phillippe

Part 1: Ryan Phillippe

Ryan Phillippe POV:

I woke up, in my bed, kids with their mother, Reese, for the next week and so I got my place to myself until then. I rolled over onto my back, lying there stating up at my ceiling in nothing but my boxer shorts. I lay my right hand across my bare chest and inhale deeply and let a nice big breath out. I finally sat up out of bed and put my bare feet to the cold and spotless clean tile floor, finally standing up I start for the bathroom for a shower and to brush my teeth, ya know...morning stuff.
    Thirty to forty minutes later I open the bathroom door releasing a cloud of steam from the shower, since I am alone I just wandered back to my bedroom bare ass naked, my 8 inch cock hanging between my legs, I often watch the other girls check me out and even make comments about me in person and on the internet. It's flattering knowing there's so many women out there checking me out the way they do, and making the comments they do. Really makes you feel good about yourself, I know by mentioning all of this I sound like a major douche bag, and I ain't gonna lie sometimes I am a douche bag. But in my mind I honestly don't give a shit, you either like me or you don't. Simple as that. I come off as a douche bag, #sorrynotsorry.
    As much as I'm flattered an all about hot chicks checking me out all the time and making comments I got guys checking me out too, I know I sound like a douche bag already but let me say something about the gays... Honestly, I'm okay with gays, just as long as they ain't touching on me and shit. And Reese and I got a divorce a while back so I've been in some relationships that didn't last too long, Now I've decided to be a free bird let my dick out the women who wanna blow me or ride me. Why not be a man whore for a while since I am single. I mean shit...I'm 45 years old now and in five more years half of my fucking life will be over. Even though I'm five years away from being fifty fucking years old, I don't look anywhere NEAR fifty years old! Which makes me happy again! People look at me and I even look at me real good in my mirror and I legit still look like I'm 20! Like how I did back when I did the film Cruel Intentions and I Know What You Did Last Summer. It made me smile and even laugh a bit knowing that I still looked that young. I try to forget my age so I don't stress about getting old. Just keep taking care of yourself Ryan, keep working out, eating right, jogging every single fucking day of my waking life! I thought to myself, I kept up with all those things everyday like I do now then I'll still look 20 by the time I'm 70!.
   What was I saying again?...Oh right, I was talking about all these hot chicks checking me out commenting on my sexy ass. I mean I don't blame them, even the gays, shit I'd do me too! I thought while letting out a snicker. But when I go to the gym I get a bit freaked out, because like I said...I'm cool with gays checking me out an all just as long as they don't try to cop a feel. But at the gym there is this middle aged man, looks a bit older than me like maybe early to mid 50s?. Anyway he's always checking me out, like I said, gay guys can check me out all they want...but this guy is different. He gives me a different kinda vibe, like he's plotting something. When I'm lifting weights in the gym this guy is staring at me the entire time, making sure he never looses sight of me...its starting to really creep me out actually, Next time I go back to the gym, which will be very soon, I'll report him or confront him the next time he stares at me the entire time or even follow me around like he sometimes does. I know for a fact he's probably plotting something on me. But I don't know what. That's whats scaring me. That isn't the only thing I noticed though...before i start working out at the gym I go into the men's change room they have at the back of the gym, this weirdo that stares at me is almost always in there when I am...and days I walk in there wearing my flip flops or slide ons, I sit down on the bench and put my socks and nikes on and this guy will just...stare at my feet...like he's got a thing for feet or somethin. It's weirding me out and the next time he weirds me out I'm confronting him....