Faggot's Crush By Brian C.
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He is so hot and sexy, my hot Latino boy crush. Dark bedroom eyes framed by his beautiful tanned skin, black eyebrows and spiked hair.
I saw him today wearing black Levis that fit him like a glove, highlighting his crotch and ass just right. The bulge in those Levis is just enough to let you know he's very well hung. The tightness of the Levis show off his muscular thighs and calves. He wears a matching black T-shirt with a V-cut neckline. The shirt is perfect to show off his broad shoulders, biceps to die for, awesome pecs, small waist, the whole package. A lanyard swings from his belt loop and he's wearing some dope-ass DC kicks. And when he smiles, oh fucking man, he just lights up the room.
I want him sooo fucking bad, and I think about him all the time and I mean ALL the time. Whenever I see him, even at a distance, my cock goes rock hard. When I jack off, I think about what it would be like to be his personal cocksucker, to suck his cock every fucking day, two, three, or more times a day.
His name is Alex, and as much as I want him, he barely knows I even exist. If we run into each other we say wassup but that's about it. I want to go up to him and tell him I like him, but so far I haven't had the balls to do that. So it's torture, real torture for me. My cock is hard and leaking for him and I have to jack off a lot to relieve the pressure.
Yesterday I found him on Facebook, and checked out his pics. Sure enough, he posted one where he's shirtless! I printed it out and I look at it every time I jack off. Oh man, I wish I wasn't such a pussy faggot so I would have the balls to tell him what I feel. But I did get up the nerve to friend request him. I hope he accepts.... to be continued