Going with the Flow
“Aww shit, we’re out of mayo,” I moaned, rifling through the condiments in the fridge door.Jeff grabbed his dick out of his shorts and held it out like a squirtgun. “I got your mayo right here.”“Gross. You do not.”On this particular Friday, my buddy Jeff and I were making dinner at his place. Just burgers, nothing fancy. We were more than buddies, actually, although we were certainly that: we hung out regularly, and did guy stuff together like play tennis, watch TV, and such. But we also did...
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