had a stupidly arousing thought today while showering: my goonercock is filthy. i washed and shaved myself as usual, keeping up a professional, well-kept look for the office, trying to look like a perfectly respectable guy, except for one part of me. my achy, leaky, hairy goonercock. you wouldn't know it from looking me in the eyes or shaking my hand. you wouldn't expect it from the way i dress or smell. but beneath my innocent facade you'll find something else. in my boxers i have a fat, veiny monster. a disgustingly sticky piece of edgemeat. a red, swollen, bulging, tortured fuckstick. when you meet me on the street, you don't know that i just spent three hours locked in my bedroom, gooning my cock so hard it went soft. when you catch me at work, you don't know that the second i open my pants, the whole room would smell of sticky sex. when you go with me on a date, you dont know about the thick strings of precum soaking through my boxers, or about the bloated, engorged blue balls swinging between my legs with every step. all of that is just for me, and the other filthy perverts on the internet~