
Love Begins
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Doug Jones
Noah Kahan
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EXPECTATIONS
Claire Keane
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Jon.
Fitness Model: Roger Snipes…YESSSSSS!
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That’s me!
Galal Zakaria
Kirill Dowidoff / Konstantin Kamynin
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Jason Poston
all at once, everything ground to a halt. even myself. my body, slowly stopping, coming to rest, hands, arms, swinging to my sides. it was as though i had encountered a strange sluggishness of space, a sort of density hanging in mid-air. my thoughts even seemed to struggle through molasses, until everything stopped entirely. panic bubbled through the sludge, a weird red flailing thing that lanced acid up my throat.
who was i?
the panic continued, started getting worse, whipping up weird clouds of stirred memory like dust devils on the side of the road. i never went to the gym! i laid in bed, i watched TV on my laptop. i smoked pot and drank far too much, i was miserable and irritable and hyper-self-aware. i dressed … not like this, not well, that’s for sure, i don’t even really … remember, what i used to wear - i mean this stuff is so much more comfortable and feels so fuckin good … i couldn’t move. i felt locked into position by my own thoughts.
who was i?
an agony of seconds. a miasma of thoughts, all fighting like a swarm of gnats in my brain. then, clarity.
Nike
Bro
Obey
Hype
and everything started to calm, to resettle. i breathed in. Nike Bro Obey Hype. i breathed out. new pictures, new images, projected in my head. Nike Bro Obey Hype. and it was all okay. the stoppage lifted. i was free to continue. i shook my head and the old thoughts, the doubts, turned to dust and vanished. yes, i wore fitted snapbacks. yes, i wore wristbands and bball shorts and Nikes, fuck yeah i did.
but … why
because i fuckin DO, thats why. cuz i fuckin LIKE it. that’s fuckin why.
Whenever he wears the cap he is highly suggestible and will believe anything I tell him. Right now he believes he is playing Pool with the guys and aroused by the sight of a girl by the bar.
In reality he is naked and surrounded by bidders checking out his ass as he bends over to sink imaginary balls.
He’s been programmed to feel the ecstasy of cumming father than the burn of muscles every time he lifts the last rep. the more reps, the greater the feeling. He spends most of his time lifting wights for long reps and many sets.
o yes