After listening to the sound of the TV for about a couple minutes, the cloth in front of you crumples and begins to get closer. Zac's scratching his armpit! You are pressed into his flesh until finally the pressure releases and you find yourself falling. You land on the soft surface of the couch beneath the t-shirt. Finally, you have escaped your prison. You run up the sleeve, towards the light of outside Zac's shirt, when you think that this could be a perfect opportunity. You look to the expansive bicep on your side and get out your camera. You step back to the wall of the cavern and snap a photo of the veiny wall of muscle. The sleeve lifts up and rotates so that you fall onto his bicep. Zac yawns and you hold onto some of the light hair that covers the muscle. He sits up straight, rolls back his sleeve, revealing the world to you, and lifts up his arm to his face. You manage to gain your balance and stare up into his face, thinking that he's seen you. The ground beneath your feet turns to iron and rockets up. Zac's other hand looms over you and grasps his arm, pressing you inbetween the floor of steel and his finger. He hadn't seen you at all, he was just checking out his arm! He lets go and you take another opportunity to get some pictures of the flexed collosus. His arm drops and you are left falling through thin air again. Once more you land on the soft surface of the couch, but with his cotton t-shirt no longer between you. You give a sigh of relief that you are no longer on this roller coaster ride, Until you turn around. You are standing in between his legs facing his shorts-covered package. Zac makes a sudden movement as he...
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