g56whiz

You want me to rub that lotion where?

In many metropolitan areas there’s a medical practice with a variant of “male medical” in its name. They’ll see whether you need Trimix and what mixture of it - for stiffness of erection, duration of erection or both. The prescription is provided by a compounding pharmacy sometimes within the practice and comes in an injectable form than needs refrigeration. If you can’t find one in your area, skip seeing your doctor and make an appointment with a urologist. He (or she I suppose) will get you started or refer you on. Good luck.

Really? Lol

ME! ME ME ME!!!!

Better contemplated than pursued. That damn sand can get into the most inconvenient places.

A N T I C I P A T I O N . . .

I can bury that one too although not simultaneously I suspect.

I know where to bury THAT!

Come on! It can’t be THAT hard!

Well at least ONE muscle got developed.

I wonder what the N stands for.

Innocence?

If only he’d combed his hair first.

I’m in LUST total LUST yet again.

See what happens when the Pillsbury Doughboy hits the gym?

OK. Where does a guy built like that get shirts that fit? Or maybe he should just forego them. [sigh]

Time to explore.

Well there’s an aspect of MMA competition I hadn’t considered.

I wonder if nursing his cock would get his attention.

He’s got the whole world in his hands, he’s . . .

Where to start?

In junior high school in the mid ‘50’s, some forward thinking educator got the idea for a grand switch: the girls would take shop and we would take home economics. I can remember preparing Welsh rarebit and biscuits. Not sure what the girls accomplished. The program lasted a single term. It seems we guys were notorious for pranks like mixing some soap powder into the flour which made classes after the first period problematic.

I wish my Gold’s shirt looked as good on me.

Some parts are more adult than others.

Would you buy a used car from a his guy? I surely would.