Feint

There was a time when this thin-dicked boy seemed to be everywhere I looked (or, rather, on every porno site):

I'm not complaining about that: he is indeed very lovely.

But there was always something that felt a bit fake to me, a bit forced, as if his heart really wasn't in this.

Maybe that's because his, er, handlers set him up as a straight boy, an unattainable lust object, and I bought into it?

I dunno. There is something rather engrossing about him, though, those pretty staring eyes, that toned body, the fluffy pubiary and his modest winkie.

Yeah, it's not rocket science to work out that, actually, I rather liked him. Bugger it: I fell for it again.