Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
He’s thick, he’s goofy, he’s hot, he’s horny. He’s your big dumb boyfriend.
As soon as you hooked up, you made sure to sink your nails into this one and never let go. He’s just so… nice. Not in a submissive or boring way, but just good-natured and friendly and easy to be with. Like a puppy, truly. But more than that, he’s hot! Natural size and girth, big dick that he uses with an athlete’s grace, handsome, strong, insatiable. He’s an alpha. Just, a nice alpha.
He’s pretty dumb, though. Must be all that football he’s played since he was five. Fucked his brain up. Or maybe it’s all the porn. Who knows? Something’s made this guy lose some serious IQ. He thinks with his big, manly heart, or else his big, manly dick. His brain never really comes into it. Which is great for you. Makes it easy to boss him around, manipulate him, cajole him, turn him into your willing slave. And willing’s the word. This big goofball loves doing stuff for you. He keeps you warm and safe and happy.
It’s mutual, though. Without you, he’d eat nothing but microwave pizzas and chicken nuggets; forget to shower for four days or change his underwear; spend all his free time playing video games or else gooning out to porn until his dick fell off. You civilize his masculine hedonism. That way, you can actually take him home to visit the parents. And they love him. He talks sports with your dad, flirts a little with your mom. It’s perfect.
You love this great ape so much. You just hope one day he goes from being your big dumb boyfriend to your big dumb husband. Maybe you’ll start dropping hints. He is stupid though. You might have to drop anvils.
