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He knows he didn’t need a big dick to get someone to call him. He’s had this pic up on Grindr for years and he has not had one lonely weekend since. He gets guys who hook up with him for his hairy pecs and legs. He gets guys that loves his muscles. He gets guys who want to worship his arms. Some want him for his hanging balls. He even gets a guy once in a while who wants a man with a smaller dick to fuck them for different reasons. He knows he doesn’t need a bigger dick. Well, not on him anyway. In him, that’s something different.  ====== I poked the bear of Tumblr's censorship and they tagged like 4 of my posts in one go. Three of them I just placed in the queue.  That is what I get for going off site to get new and different pics to post.  This one had something of a story, so I'm saving it for you. 

I thought having a girl would be easier if not more fun then boys. At least I was half right. I am grateful that keeping her from getting pregnant is less work than it was keeping her two brothers from knocking up girls left and right until I had them properly trained on how to use condoms and keeping a supply on them at all times. But I feel I may have to dust off the strap on that my Mom gave me when she found out that I was having a girl. Actually she said that she bought it when she found out that I was pregnant with my first child, but since none of my boys came out as bi or gay, she kept it safe for a girl child. It would be my first time using one. I had my Dad growing up and he helped Mom with my sex education and moments that Dads are good for. === Keep an eye on this one. I feel like I'm going to come back and add more later.

I was told to wear a good suit for this appointment, but not my best suit. Once I read that note which was attached to my assignment, I knew what kind of clients I had. I even stopped off at the barber's for a shave and to do something with my hair knowing I would be reimbursed for it since it was a business expense. It was 7:15 pm by the time I arrived at 942 Wick St downtown and two hours after the offices in the building had closed for the day, but once I gave my name to the guard on duty, he allowed me into the building and told me what floor I was to send the elevator to. I fixed my tie, pulled the cuffs down past the sleeves of my jacket and put one hand in my pocket as the elevator opened on the lower level as stated to get into the mindset that I would need for this job. I stepped off the elevator to look for the door marked J27 and found it about ten minutes later. I looked at the details for this meeting one more time before folding it and putting it in my bac

I was trying to watch the tv but five minutes in, I wanted to go outside. I was starting to feel cooped up in the room. I didn't really want to do anything outside, I just wanted to feel space beyond me that didn't stop at these walls. I quickly typed up a text and sent it to my Dad. When I didn't see the little bubble right away as he typed something back to me, I placed my cell on my leg and tried to watch tv again.  Where do you want to go?  He texted back.  A park. A beach. I just want to be outside where there is space for a little while.  I told him.  Kent is on his way to our room. He'll take you out for a drive and you can decide when his hour starts with you. Just let me know where you end up.  Dad told me a few minutes later. Thanks, Dad.  I texted back as I stood up from the chair. I placed the phone back on its charger as I moved around the room finding clothes and getting dressed.  As I picked up my phone again, fully dressed a