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Thanking you.

Your name is Joe Dally.

Enjoy!

It's a Tuesday morning, your alarm is going mad beside your bed. Your hand reaches over and gives it a good whack. Slowly you open your eyes and sit up. Your watch reads 6, thus you have an hour before the school bus arrives and twenty minutes before Dad gets up for work. You sigh and roll out of bed. Standing up straight you drowsily admire your self in the full length mirror. Your shortish brown hair points out in every direction. Half closed eyelids droop over your brown eyes which now travel further down your body. You have broad shoulders and long arms. You're in good shape and a hint of a six pack can be seen. Now your eyes rest on your morning wood, standing a proud 9". You've used it once or twice but are by no means a veteran.

You sigh loudly, you can't get your head around why at nineteen your parents make you go to post-secondary school. It's pointless. And you can't say you've made as many friends as you used to have in the half year you've been there. Still, most of the stuff you learn is easy so it doesn't take up too much of your life. And you can't say you haven't jerked off to some of your classmates fucking you in your mind. continue