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Their agreement? Only the winner gets to wear boxers.
Very nice. Nice face, nice body, nice cage!
My big bro after he confronted the neighborhood bully.
My husband locks eyes with me as he gives himself to a better man.
One of them drops to his knees.
Is it
Shirtless
Suited
My therapist has helped me embrace the fact that I’m a weak, cock-hungry, submissive, pathetic fag.
I wonder what it’ll take to bring him to his knees.
Fuck he’s pretty!
He’ll look even prettier on his knees, begging for cock.
I send the pic to my ex.
He sends back a pic of his new man.
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I found Coach’s pic posted on a gay website. I sent if out to the whole team.
My ward Dick Grayson wears my bat suit now and I just have to be sure to have dinner ready for him when he’s done fighting crime for the day.
Why does it turn me on so much when my son’s best friend calls me “Baldie?”
Milking another cash master of all his cash.
He’s got me so turned on, when he asks me for $500, I just hand it over.
I showed him why I was an Alpha.
He taught me that I was a cuck.
When he’s done punishing me, I look up at him: “you’re the man.”
I proudly show you my harem. Within a day, they’ve all deserted me for you.
The Dean calls us both into his office.
I’m the biochem department’s top grant winner. He’s the new assistant professor with a freshly minted PhD from MIT.
“Kevin,” he says, addressing me, “none of the grad students want to work with you anymore. So, I’m transferring control over your lab to Marc.”