Something about Jimmy?
Added 2021-09-22 03:00:23 +0000 UTC“Hey Jimmy, did you get a haircut?”
“Nope! Same old hair.”
“Really? Because something looks different about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
Something was different about Jimmy. I could sense it the moment I got in the bus. For some reason I remember thinking about how I was gonna “fuck with” Jimmy this morning before I got on the bus, but that can’t possibly be right. Nobody fucks with Jimmy. I mean… look at him!”
“The light must be hitting my face differently.” He gave a smirk that nearly made me cream my pants. Normally I beat the fuck out of f*ggots for displaying anything any remote sort of queerness around me, so it felt a bit off to be feeling so myself, but come on. Every guy feels that way about Jimmy. Just look at him. His bulging 20 inch arms fill the sleeves of his polo to the brim. His chest is big than some of the girls in are school. You could do laundry on his abs and he’s got an ass that would make Nicki Minaj blush. I suddenly remembered all the times I fantasized about getting on my knees and just burying my face in that as, just burying my tongue into his sweet hole-
I shook my head, realizing I had developed a throbbing erection in my tight pants. Why was I wearing these again? Didn’t I usually wear baggy clothes to stop the faggots from staring at my hot football bod? No that didn’t seem right. I loved showing off my body to faggots. Jimmy especially.
Something was different about him I swear. It’ll come to me eventually.
