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the rank and file pedestrian swagger of the masses
was not for him. oh no, he was
a sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy,
and he stood above all that rank and file pedestrian stuff.
except, um, he actually was "rank" in that he gave off
odors, sometimes offensive sweaty musky odors.
truth was,
the sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy
sometimes downright stank.
but in a good kind of pheromonally-charged way.
sometimes, he, that is his entire body, almost smelled like the
heavy gummy aroma of his fresh cum, right
after he'd spurted a great big load of the gooey gloppy stuff.
at such times,
butterflies hung around his ears, and
explored his belly-region.
also,
girls, and certain young men, too,
seemed to
find
the aroma
of the sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy
nearly
maddening. they noticed him,
and
made strange faces.
**
later, after a nice long shower,
with lots of suds and bubbles and 2 different
shampoos and
2 or 3 kinds of soap,
the sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy
wasn't exactly invisible,
but, when walking among the masses,
he definitely had to watch where he was going.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)