[US+UK] When I find out what my friend’s packing, I can’t look at him the same.

I’ve always known Luke’s a good-looking guy. I’m not blind. He’s the epitome of the all-American jock: six foot four of pure muscle, honey-brown eyes, a square jaw, and a killer smile.

But when a female friend tells me she turned him down because he’s too big, I start having... thoughts. Not-so-straight thoughts.

I need to see it for myself. Touch it. Feel its weight and warmth. Taste it.

I ...
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