SPH Experiences: A Mate’s Mirth
By BetaHal_259. It had become this unspoken ritual between me and my buddy Ryan—every time we hung out, he’d drop some sly crack about tiny dicks, and I’d feel that heat creep up my neck, knowing damn well it was aimed square at me. He never said my name, never pointed fingers, but after that one afternoon a few months back, it was crystal clear. We’d been chilling at his place, shooting the shit over video games and beers, nothing
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