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It’s not like he had a huge growth spur and ended up with a 10-inch cock. I’d actually hate it. Sometimes his cock made me ache. I never put a ruler to it and measured. I knew he felt insecure about it, but it ate me inside to figure out how much I was taking. I sometimes used my fist size to measure him up, but always ended up saying no to myself as I compared it to something. But when I saw him return he gained a lot of muscle. Maybe close to 10 pounds actually. He had been swimming day in and day out there, and his back was beautiful. He had a very nice chest, but it was hairy when I saw it then. Thanks to his decision of joining the swim team, I got the luxury of shaving away at every little hair on his body…well visible hair anyways. And with that he had grown into a man in the last year or so. “Hey?” I asked him as I moved my legs around the sheets of my bed. Nothing. The area where my head was seated was awfully hot. I moved it forward and let the cool spot push against my.

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