What man can’t recognise another’s masculine odour; fresh sweat, a warm cock ripening in an over-heated foreskin.
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What man can’t recognise another’s masculine odour; fresh sweat, a warm cock ripening in an over-heated foreskin.
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When I was a teenager and young adult, I often performed in plays at the local theater. I was usually in the cast along with my on-again-off-again friend-with-benefits, Jason. Jason was a couple years older than me, boyishly cute, with piercing green bedroom eyes. He had a rather small penis (which I loved strokin... » Read more