~Skip~


As I ran, I thought about Skip. I had to stop thinking about him though because, surely, I would get hard. The world would know that I was as shamefully horny as I really am. Running around the country roads with my shorts tenting out in front of me would look hysterical. Also, very embarrassing. Not wanting to think about Skip made me think about Skip. I had to sit down for a few minutes and wait for my erection to fade away. Damn I was horny. I could not help it—Skip made me that way.

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