
“I don’t see the problem, bro.” Your gym buddy bent double to look under the shelves. You stared hard at his ass and massaged your dick.
“Oh, there’s definitely a problem,” you said. “The whole thing’s wobbly. Better keep looking.”
“Sure thing. You know I’m always happy to help.” He was big, dumb and kind. It was so easy to put him to use around the house. He was like a puppy, always looking to please. Especially when you mounted his tight muscled ass like a stallion and he fucked back to help get you off. You didn’t know what his sexuality was. Frankly, he was probably too stupid to know. But it didn’t matter. He liked to bottom, and you liked to top. He liked to do stuff for you, you liked to have stuff done. He was a himbo, you were a stud. You were perfect together.
Dumb down here, Himbos
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