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Here’s why more straight men are quietly discovering how good it feels to have that kind of friend in their life:
He’s into you—as you are. Bearded, smooth, muscled, stocky, scruffy, sweaty—it doesn’t matter. Your body, your energy, your natural self turns him on. You don’t have to prep or perform. Just show up.
He’s reliable—when you need to bust, he’s ready. Stressful day? Tension building? He’s not going to ask why. Just lean back, unzip, and let him drain every drop. You don’t need to explain—it’s what he lives for.
He knows exactly how to tease, taste, and wreck you. This isn’t amateur hour. He’s tuned in to every twitch, every breath. His mouth is built for this. His throat? Even better. He’ll make your knees weak and your balls ache—in the best way.
He won’t try to change who you are. You’re straight? Cool. Curious? Fine. Married? Discreet. He’s not here to push you, label you, or make things weird. He’s here because your ♥♥♥♥ drives him crazy—and because he likes you.
He craves your ♥♥♥... but might crave your company too. Sure, he’s here to swallow every last drop. But maybe he’s also here to shoot pool with you. To hang out on the porch. To be the kind of friend who’s got your back and your front.
It doesn’t have to be complicated. Some guys just click. And sometimes, when the right mouth meets the right ♥♥♥♥… the rest just falls into place.
Ever had that kind of buddy—or thought about it? What would your perfect setup look like?
Before you go “hahah, fat people funny,”, I want you to realize this theory is SERIOUS! Of course, we all know they wouldn’t give the hottest sex, or even any hot sexy sex, so it’s not worth it. Besides, fat people are extremely ugly so just get an actually hot girl because the sex is so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ incredible and even loud.
Fat women are loud and angry, so why wouldn’t the sex be louder than a volcano eruption? They’re also obnoxious and annoying for both genders, but more to the women, so why would anyone date them? They obviously have a fetish for loud, but horrible, sex.
This is also confirmed of a theory. I visited my mom’s lesbian cousin, who just so happens to weigh over 300 lbs while her ♥♥♥♥♥ is over 400 lbs. I stayed for the night and couldn’t sleep because their sex was TOO NOISY! I’m not sure how you can do the “scissors position“ as they call it, but I never had this issue with my parents (my dad is 160 and my mom is 215, so this proves my “theory“ as true).
How I love the way you fly, roar and bark,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ideal marque.
Let me compare you to a wrong buffoon?
You are more tiny, nocturnal and long.
Great sun heats the silly peaches of June,
And summertime has the diurnal schlong.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your eternal charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your major wit fills my days.
My love for you is the external stile.
Now I must away with a springy heart,
Remember my small words whilst we're apart.
(Read from top to bottom)
Violets are blue,
The tall grass is thick,
And so are you.
Ghost ones are rare,
Fog is thick,
And so is your hair.
With buds like eggs,
Your forest is thick,
And so are your legs.
Up to the skies,
Lips are thick,
And so are your eyes.