A Boy and His Toy

There was a young guy walking down Victoria Parade this morning, perhaps 19, or 20, he wasn't that young that you couldn't look, don't worry about that, with a pair of tracky pants clearly with no jocks on. He wasn't a little boy, he was growing right up to be a big boy. And it was probably high time his mum put some undies on him before he left the house. Surely, she must have noticed her young son's hose, as everybody else sure the hell could. It was kind of hard to miss, swinging down there, like an extra leg. I nick named him Jake, yeah, like the peg. Nice his snake looked too, worth a look.

I don't know where this kid was going, but wherever it was, his cock was going to precede him in those pants. Whoever he was meeting up with was going to get an eyeful. He was going to go dick first wherever he went today.

Shrug. Smile. Maybe he was heading over to his girlfriend/boyfriend to give them a length. He surely wouldn't want to start thinking about that until he got there otherwise nobody would be wanting to get in front of him. Well, perhaps not the squeamish little girlies, but I'm sure the poofs would be lining up to give it a test drive. Guys always seem to be more willing to try stuffing something big up their bums than girls are willing to stretch their snatches for a big length. The guys would be bending over, wiggling, looking back over their shoulders.

Anyway, good on him for being proud of it. There should be more of that, I say. I'd be proud of it if I had one like that. (um, er, actually I do, but I guess I have written about mine often enough)

Oh, I guess, I now have all the girl's groaning. "All we need is another dick-centric male." 
To that I say, "Get over it girls, boys are aloud allowed to have a little pride too."