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| - | You slip tight white | + | You slip tight white briefs over your large thighs and pull them up to cover your semi-erect, pierced dick. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Damn, you are one hot mother fucker. You have dedicated your entire life to sculpting your body to perfection. Your pecs are perfectly round with a deep ridge in the middle and your torso tapers to a tight abdomen. Your legs are huge and your arms make men weak at the knees. Salt and pepper hair lightly covers your body. |
| - | This place is gonna miss you. You handed in your two-weeks notice on Wednesday. Fifteen good years have been spent here but everyone's time comes sooner or later. Soon you'll be replaced by a young, shaved twink. He'll call himself a stud and men will drool over him but he'll never live up to you. Just like that Lil' Rodeo... His blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and cute bubble ass... Damn, | + | This place is gonna miss you. You handed in your two-weeks notice on Wednesday. Fifteen good years have been spent here but everyone's time comes sooner or later. Soon you'll be replaced by a young, shaved twink. He'll call himself a stud and men will drool over him but he'll never live up to you. Just like that Lil' Rodeo... His blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and cute bubble ass... Damn, you're hard. |
| - | You get your mind off your throbbing cock by getting dressed. You put on a raggedy tank top that can barely contain your | + | You get your mind off your throbbing cock by getting dressed. You put on a raggedy tank top that can barely contain your muscles and over that a camo army jacket. You put cargo pants over your briefs which struggle to contain your raging boner. The finishing touches are black boots and dog tags (these will be all you have on in a couple of hours). |
Fuck, your boner hasn't gone down | Fuck, your boner hasn't gone down | ||
Current revision as of 07:21, 4 March 2012
You slip tight white briefs over your large thighs and pull them up to cover your semi-erect, pierced dick. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Damn, you are one hot mother fucker. You have dedicated your entire life to sculpting your body to perfection. Your pecs are perfectly round with a deep ridge in the middle and your torso tapers to a tight abdomen. Your legs are huge and your arms make men weak at the knees. Salt and pepper hair lightly covers your body.
This place is gonna miss you. You handed in your two-weeks notice on Wednesday. Fifteen good years have been spent here but everyone's time comes sooner or later. Soon you'll be replaced by a young, shaved twink. He'll call himself a stud and men will drool over him but he'll never live up to you. Just like that Lil' Rodeo... His blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and cute bubble ass... Damn, you're hard.
You get your mind off your throbbing cock by getting dressed. You put on a raggedy tank top that can barely contain your muscles and over that a camo army jacket. You put cargo pants over your briefs which struggle to contain your raging boner. The finishing touches are black boots and dog tags (these will be all you have on in a couple of hours).
Fuck, your boner hasn't gone down
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