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For a brief period in real life I became quite the avid runner. I started gently by taking long walks straight after work. I was still living with my parents back then and had absolutely nothing in my way to prevent me from "stretching my legs" for a couple of hours every day. Then I... Continue Reading →
It's not often I see a guy in obscenely short shots in real life, but they tend to cause an hormonal rollercoaster of guilt, shame and lust. One knows one must not stare, but one's gaze is attracted to that which bulges and one can not help it! What is this, a Charles Dickens novel?... Continue Reading →
Billy Beaverhausen 