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[mygoodsir]

Let the neighbours tell the world, I care not. I would do as you say, and hope you would cry aloud as much as you felt moved to.

[holyposition]

[ Let the neighbors tell the world. It's so far from sneaking out at midnight so they won't see him that it feels like a different life completely. ]

Can you imagine it? How I'll sound?

Keep thinking about that while you tug off. I want to know when you come.

[mygoodsir]

Oh yes. I shall never forget how you sound, Tim.

Yes.

[Look, he can't type one handed. But at least Tim doesn't have to wait long.]

Is 'come' the preferred term these days? I have done so. Embarrassingly quickly.

[holyposition]

Can I see?

[mygoodsir]

[He's just going to struggle with the obscenity of that for a minute, then snap a photo really quick before he can change his mind - his softening cock, his belly, dark hair coated liberally with come - and sends it.]

[holyposition]

Perfect, Harry.

Clean up and go to bed now, while you're heavy and warm. And have sweet dreams.

[mygoodsir]

Yes.

You as well, my most beloved Tim. And give my regards to Mr. Fuller.