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One argyle, quite loud, with a diamond, no less, The other, a plain white, in a state of distress.
He moonwalked, he shimmied, with confidence bold, Oblivious to footwear, a story untold.
The ladies and subs all swooned, with hearts beating fast, Ignoring the socks, a fashion faux pas.
The subservient men, in the back, with mouths open wide, Whispered, “Socks, my dear fellow, a style where you should be the judge!”
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Josh, the gym’s Adonis, is a glistening man, Grasped at the cooler, a thirst-quenching plan.
Biceps like boulders, a grunt and a squeeze, Filling a jug became his Hercules feat.
A vein throbbed, a tear formed, then a watery spray. Josh, drenched your face and made you bewildered, learned this day:
True strength isn’t flexing for cameras and praise, but knowing your limits with piss play.
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There once was a fellow named Josh, Whose face, let’s just say, wasn’t a loss. A smile like sunshine, abs a perfect incline, but to jerk of with strangers, his charm turned quite bad.
He’d ask for the time, with a wink and a sigh, The sub would watch, then nervously smile. “Uh, Master Josh please feed your loaded cream pie.” Now subscribe!
A straight stud appeared, A torso sculpted, perfectly cleared. Of any shirt or clothes, that is, to be precise, Leaving onlookers weak at the knees and in their thighs.
His pecs, like mountains, rose to the sky, And every bicep deserved a standing ovation, by and by. His obliques, a washboard, chiseled and defined, Leaving everyone around him feeling distinctly behind.
The subs all fluttered, their gazes transfixed, While the lady’s arousal hormone’s mixed. Should they admire, or should they get on their knees,
This Adonis in motion, so handsome and sleek. Now sub subscribe because I’m the one you need!
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 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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