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𝖒𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍
"My eyes glanced over to the stag horns hanging from Buck's altar. A voice in my head yelled at me to get out of there. But his smells pinned me in place and I felt overwhelmed by the weed. I took in each of his words with interest, unsure of exactly what he was telling me or how to proceed. Looking down at Buck's insane cock, I saw it glistening with a copious covering of precum."
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"Through his stoned haze, Johnny was wondering how big Quentin's dick got when fully hard. It looked unbelievably large already. The water in the tub rose just above their waists, and Quentin's enormous appendage was extremely visible through the clear water. For some reason, Johnny wanted to caress it, to feel it grow in his hand and then in his mouth and then..."
Danny was fingering his tight asshole as he jacked the foreskin of his huge cock. Without warning, the doorbell rang. Shit, shit, Danny thought. Who the hell could that be? He wrapped a towel around his engorged bulge and stumbled to the front door, high out of his gourd. Peeking through the peephole, he saw the pizza delivery guy. Fuck. Danny's munchies had totally caused him to order a pizza earlier in the night but then his stoney baloney brain had completely erased the memory. His raging hormones had then taken over and decided he absolutely needed to jack it to hardcore porn. His heart was now racing as he tried to get his ridiculous boner to chill out a little. "Just a minute!" he called through the door. The delivery guy was a total babe, Danny thought. Cute, dirty blond hair, with a kind of skater-surfer vibe. Danny shook his head. Why was he checking this dude out? He had never really been attracted to men before and a minute ago he had been spanking his monkey to some (ostensibly) straight porn. The doorbell rang again and, tentatively, Danny opened the door a crack. He stared at this hot stranger for a moment. "Uh... pizza delivery?" said the guy.
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The owner turned out to be this super jacked Greek guy with a bunch of burly hair on his chest peeking up over the top of his kitchen apron. Just from looking at him, I could tell he was an athlete and that we were going to get along great. It was certainly a bit weird that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his apron but I just figured it was really hot back there in the kitchen.
