A close up of the hand

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  5. … What a man, what a man, what a man
    What a mighty good man (Gotta say it again now)
    What a man, what a man, what a man
    What a mighty good man (He’s a mighty mighty good man)
    What a man, what a man, what a man
    What a mighty good man (Yes he is)
    What a man, what a man, what a man
    What a mighty good man (Yeah)
    … I wanna take a minute or two and give much respect due
    To the man that’s made a difference in my world
    And although most men are ho’s he flows on the down low

  7. I’m not homosexual but I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Justin Herbert. We won’t ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I’ll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Justin. I won’t be able to climax and I’ll eventually go back downstairs, angry.
    Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other’s eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing.
    One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin.
    Then he’ll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.

  14. I was thinking it would be something like that but i expected the top of the black stabilizer to literally be metal

  22. I’m not gay but that man is an absolute hotboy and I will fight anyone that disagrees

  25. This whole thread could be compiled into a woman’s (or man’s, not that there’s anything wrong with that) erotic novel and probably be fairly successful. Even with that picture as the cover. Imagine seeing it on mee maw’s bedside table amongst the hard candies. As you gasp in awe of grandmas superb taste, she sees you, winks and whispers “bolt up”.

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