I Ananymous / 10( Fri) 15: 50
a track meet.
Schilling out bleachers. waiting for my race.
girls in uniforms EVERYWHERE.
group ofthem are the field stretching.
thinking naughty thoughts.
boner is hidden by bombtrack pants.
HEY ANON WE CANT FIND JOE YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIS SPOT."
Mr. Johnson into my waistband as I stand up.
Stolid Snake my way across the field.
pants off, am now only wearing bright yellow shortyshorts.
quickload my blocks.
warts hide the massive bulge.
TTHE MOMENT OF TRUTH E AT HAND.
Misha immediately frees itself.
bouncing and waving dramatically.
loud slap can be heard each time it hits mythics.
TTHIS E .
sit begins spinning as we round the corner.
Falick: "DON' T WORRY BUDDY- I' GOT YOUR BACK."
AHOLIC( APTER MODE: ENGAGED.
Falick propels me into first.
OLY SHIT I FEEL LIKE A SUPERHER( D.
the black kids.
prophetic vision of sne day creating a helicopter made offices.
Sstill have to walk all the way back across the field to the starting line to retrieve my pants.
my boner shamelessly protrude.
NOT A SINGLE FUCK WAS GIVEN.