twunktime:In the middle of my jog around the neighborhood@fagdrainerjamie saw a fag eyeing him up as
twunktime:In the middle of my jog around the neighborhood@fagdrainerjamie saw a fag eyeing him up as he came around the street. The jockstopped and flexed his muscles and brushed off his arm. The fag’s mouth wateredand he walked over to the hunk as if he no longer had control on his body. Thefag’s bulge betrayed his intentions and as soon as he was in arm’s reach thejock knocked him on pushed him back on his own lawn with cocky smile. He movedover the former man as he whispered in his ear, “If you want to touch, you’llhave to pay.” The fag scrambled to get his wallet and give the jock whatever hehad, as long as he could get a finger on that tanned, godlike skin. The jockmoved away from him, “Why don’t we talk about this inside.” A half hour later,the jock left the house casually puling his pants back up and with the fag’sentire savings account. Jamie smiled as he strutted back into his jog, now knowingthat he could get his exercise in and fill his bank account at the same time.Life for a cocky jock is fucking amazing sometimes. -- source link
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