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A sub, lost in his daze, ignored the first drops, Noticing his master’s perfect coiffure, a masterpiece, wouldn’t flop!
But the rain, oh the rain, it came down with a vengeance, Turning and swishing in his mouth, stringy dependence.
His sweat pants clung, a most magic display, Like a second skin, fashioned from a golden clay.
His perfect white penis, once a symbol of charm, Now resembled a model, a perfect form. Now subscribe and watch me make your squirm!
Josh, a vision with a jawline that could cleave, Had biceps sculpted, a smile that could deceive.
His hair, a waterfall of night, Yet here he sat, with a story tonight.
His date went bust, his Tinder a dud, Left with takeout and a blue balls no fun.
Basking in the strokes, a contented thing. Josh ran his fingers down his cock,
Fingers stretched, hard like a rock. “You’re my best friend, cock,” Josh sighed with a pout,
“Except for you that getting stretched out.”
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Josh, the Adonis of his dorm, strong and bold, Stood in his room, a glistening storm, a story yet untold.
He squeezed his cock, a mist in his eyes, As biceps he sculpted, a watery surprise.
His posters of models, all chiseled and cool, Watched on in horror, their poses askew.
For Josh, in his fervor, a dance quite absurd, Soaked textbooks and posters, each precious word blurred.
He pirouetted, water flying in arcs, A symphony of splashes, his soundtrack of sparks.
The ceiling, a canvas, adorned with wet drips, As Josh, lost in his workout, sprayed his piss on your lips.
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In a cascade’s cool embrace, where sunlight kissed the spray, Stood Josh Kosh, sculpted god, with pecs that gleamed all day.
In fact, his biceps bulged like watermelons, biceps fit for war, And every passing maiden sighed, “Oh, what a sight to adore!”
He flexed, he preened, he struck a pose, a masterpiece of beef, While you drooled and birdsong chirped, a chorus of relief.
For sure, the falls were scenic, grand, a wonder of the earth, But paled beside this straight guy showering, this rippling show of worth.
Even better, he winked his eye, then struck a Tarzan yell, His echo bouncing off the rocks, a jungle’s primal spell.
Best of all, A flock of subs gathered fast, a squirrel scampered high, While nearby fish all took a break, aghast at his display so fly.
Then, with a flourish, grand and slow, he sprayed your mouth within, The piss, shocked you by such a plunge, did sputter with a grin.
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In yonder gym, where mirrors gleam, A sight unfolds, a sculpted dream.
A dude, so fine, with chiseled form, In the nude, defying the norm.
His pecs they puff, his naked bulge, Each bicep peak a frosted fudge.
His abs, a washboard, hard and tight, His naked workout reflecting disco ball’s pure light.
He lunges low, squats deep and slow, Each move a ballet, to and fro.
Dumbbells he lifts, like feather toys, While girls nearby lose all their poise.
The treadmills whirr, the bikes they spin, But eyes are glued to Adonis within.
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In boxers bold, with pecs in prime, Josh surveyed his bedroom clime.
Sunlight kissed his sculpted arms, Reflected glory, full of charms.
He struck a pose, a mirror king, Biceps bulging, ready to spring.
A warrior god, in the nude and cocked, Defying with his swoon-worthy blocks.
He flexed again, a primal show, Abs like ripples, muscles aglow.
“Fear not, my fans, for I am here, A sculpted marvel, cumming with cheer!”
In sculpted splendor, pecs like granite, Biceps bulging, oh so wanted.
Stands Josh Kosh, oiled and gleaming, Sunlight glinting, oh so tempting.
He flexes, strains, and poses, proud, Vines of veins cry out so loud.
“Behold my form, my rippling might, Worship me, both day and night!”
But then, a rumble, low and deep, Out comes golden rivers of master Josh’s pee,
The sculpted statue, chiseled lean, Just what you want, muscles and pee.
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In a bathroom so steamy and snug, there stood a man, with a cock in hand.
A sub at his toes, he entered the shower ready to go.
The water cascaded, a torrential rain,
As he sang off-key, a delightful refrain.
Suck my dick, like the cum dumpster you are,
Daddy’s going to take you far.
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In a world of strange desires, there’s a man, whose peculiar pleasure none can truly understand.
He finds delight in an act most discreet, urinating freely on submissive men, his own private feat.
Not in anger or disdain, he seeks his thrill, but in solitude, atop a quiet Phil or Bill or maybe even a Lil.
A hundred words can’t fathom his intent, as nature’s call, for him, is heaven-sent.
Beneath the moon’s soft, shimmering glow, he finds solace where the yellow river flows.
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In a world of feet, where laughter’s sweet.
There lived a gay foot slave with quite a peculiar fetish for feet.
Not his own, you see, but others he adored.
For feet, to him, were treasures to be explored.
He wasn’t a poet, this man, you’ll find.
But his passion for feet, oh, it was one of a kind.
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