You wake up like you do every morning stretching your 6ft 4in frame loving the sound of your joints popping as a kid you were the shortest kid in class until the puberty fairy came for you in the spring of tenth grade. Continuing your ritual you scratched your tuft of hair on your chest smiling as you followed your happy trail down into your boxers scratching at your red pubic hair, you smile as you fondle your 8in cock, when the puberty fairy visited you she must have brought a dump truck full of fairy dust, you think to yourself. All of this you do with your eyes closed until your hear a cough you open your eyes in terror (wasn't my door locked!?) you look up and see
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