Friday, May 11, 2018

I knew a boy once named P.J. He was tall, geeky, outlandish, a sort of pussy-hound. Girls didn't like him, though. They thought him too arrogant, not handsome enough, weird.

I once saw him at a pool. He had these broad shoulders, a powerful but skinny chest, large and fully erect nipples. He was sex embodied.

Moreover, his black swim trunks barely contained his massive genitalia. His testes were enormous, his cock exceedingly thick with a huge knob.

That image remains burned into my brain.


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