Ever since I used to walk behind my best mate and watch the round apples of his sweet butt cheeks beat a rhythm upon my twisted desire with each step he took mesmerising me further and further until by the time we reached his house I would be bonafide hard and ready for some action.
What happened I hear you ask?
Well except for a cheeky brush of my hand across those perfect globes I never said a word to him about it until now.
Phillip Cooper I love you and your exquisite body. I worship your muscualr legs, butt cheeks and square shoulders. I want to pour honey over your arms and anoint your head with oils before tucking into a nice indian with an ice cold beer with you Phil. We could watch European League Football…afterwards…Phil.
Ah, that’s better!
Material things get the better of us 