Men. I love men. The way they smell. The way they can either dress stylish or very lazy. When they wear grey sweats while they free thy balls. My favorite time of the year is fall/winter, so many guys come to school wearing the most attractive outfit a male could wear. Seeing a guy wear something baggy makes me want to scream into my pillow of joy. I stop. Look to my right, and see my hot boyfriend wear something tight. I was so unbelievably disappointed, until….I saw it. The huge print coming from his pants. (The rock of joy I like to call it.) All of a sudden, a wave of this new mysterious feeling i’ve never felt before. The feeling of love and joy over this tight denim material against my boyfriends phallus. It showed almost every part of him. I’m addicted…


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