Hairless Boner Swings Free In Open Air

© 2012 Robbie Webb

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The following story is taken from my ebook MY WANK LINES volume 2, available on Amazon.


I feel dirty all the time. Just feel dead sexy. When I’m hanging about with the lads on the estate and they’ve all got their hands down the front of their trackies having a good fiddle with their dicks, it makes me feel dead horny. Don’t you wanna go up to all those fit scallies and say to ‘em, “You horny fuckers.” And like you wanna grab their dicks through their trackies, don’t you? And you wanna pull their trackies down and grab hold of their big sweaty scally dicks. All my scally mates, they make me feel dead horny.

All my mates, they all know I’m a dirty bastard. I do something well dirty when I’m feeling horny. And they all know when I’m gonna do it. Like we’ll all be hanging about on the corner or outside Cellar 5 and they’ll see me getting stiff in my trackies. I’ll not hide it. I’ll just be standing there talking to my mates and one of the lads, he’ll see what’s going on in my trackies and he’ll say, “It’s getting stiff again, lads.”

And all the lads, they’ll all look. And my horny dick, it’ll get well hard in my trackies and all the lads, they’ll see it tenting my trackies and they’ll say, “Horny boy’s got a boner again!”

It’s just normal now.