Matt stared at himself blankly, cock in hand. Looking at his hot bod was nice, but what he really needed was to be admired, to be fucked by others. He went to his closet to find something he could wear out clubbing, a task which took him a surprising amount of time as his wardrobe had massively expanded. These days Matt spent practically everything on looking good, his money either going on his workouts or his bloated wardrobe. Eventually he decided on a black muscle tank, with the sides cut out to show as much skin as possible, and a pair of skinny jeans which really clung to him, leaving nothing of his ample bulge and tight ass to the imagination.
He want back to the mirror, taking great care that he looked as good as he possibly could. He wanted guys to be drooling over him. He arranged his clothes to make sure they were as revealing as possible and spent forever styling his hair so it was just right. After half an hour or so he was finally satisfied with his appearance and decided to head out. As he was turning to leave he noticed that his computer was still on, glancing at it he saw it had a bunch of complicated numbers and sliders. He saw a photo of himself, looking good as ever, and the word 'himbo' jumped out at him. Heh, that was him alright, and proud of it. Beyond that he wasn't sure what this was meant to be, or even how he'd opened it in the first place. Thinking about it was starting to make his head hurt so he let it go. He'd figure it out later, or maybe he could bring a guy home to show him what the hell this was meant to be.
He went over to Powerhouse, the gay club just around the corner from his place. The old Matt had went there a couple of times before deciding that it wasn't for him. He didn't like the noisy atmosphere of the club, the music blaring so loud that you could barely think in there. Plus the regulars were so shallow, Matt had been a pretty shy, average looking guy so no one had given him a second look.
The new Matt practically lived in the club. The atmosphere was great, he could just forget everything and mindlessly dance to the beat, showing himself off to the world. Plus with his body he was generally the centre of attention practically from the moment he walked in the place. He loved feeling their eyes on him, knowing that he was being mentally undressed by the crowd. The club was a great place to find a fuck, he pretty much always ended up taking a guy, or guys, home, or just to the toilets if he was feeling particularly horny. Matt felt his cock hardening, painfully straining his jeans, as he thought of past fucks, and considered what he'd get up to tonight...