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but the good kind. It was my reward for the day. But I knew I couldn't have him. He was the archytypal straight guy, girls hanging off him, always goofing around in class. He had everybody in the schol hanging on his every word adn he loved it. I couldn't have him. I wanted him so bad but I couldn't. I used to dream about what his dick looked like, was it long?, short?, dark?, thin?, fat?, who knew. His dick was the only part of him I had yet to see. I'd seen his chest, his legs, even his ass. Tristan liked to moon a lot, he had the most perfect bubble butt in the world, tanned and gorgeous, like the rest of him. I just wondered what it would be like to get my tounge