fucking straight

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I’m straight’ I’m straight’ I scream in my mind yet willing the young man to make some kind of move, something, anything that will let me reach out and see if I’m as straight as I protest. A sneaky sideways glance allows me to admire the curve of his backside, I slyly caress my own cock on the pretense, to try and get it a bit harder, even a lazy lob, for no other reason than to see if it attracts the young man and his peachy muscular body into looking at it, assuming he even leans that way. Nerves conspire to keep my cock at its smallest size, for fucks sake I can’t even blame the cold. Completely oblivious to my longings, he continues to create a masterpiece, he runs his hands over every nook and cranny of his delicious shape, whilst managing to avoid any outward display of his own cock, erect or otherwise. Fuck him, I prefer to wank in the comfort of my own mind anyway, without the distraction of someone else’s demands and like I said I’m fucking straight ain’t I. curiousity.aroused at yahoo.co.uk

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