YES. "He took a peek at his reflection in the mirror. He was almost 30, but still good looking for his age, although he had been putting on a little weight lately. He'd just have to buy bigger clothes to hide it. Then he headed to the shower and starting caressing his firm buttocks with soap. When was the last time he had taken a shower with someone else? He shrugged. He was a strong, independent man (despite his somewhat delicate frame) that didn't need no woman."
Elliot awoke one autumn morning to a gentle breeze caressing the fair skin of his exposed rear. As the air was somewhat too cool for his liking he extended an arm to shut the window, his muscles flexing with the movement. A second later Elliot flipped over onto his back, this time presenting his nether regions to the fresh September air. Suddenly, with a masculine groan, he stood up from his bed and put on boxers, his morning erection prodding through the soft fabric. Walking through the hallway, however, Elliot’s crotch settled into more of a curved bulge as the memories of tonight’s sensual dreams faded away. He crotchily groined over to the kitchen and assed open the cupboard, looking for his buns.
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