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a track meet.
Schilling out on bleachers, waiting for my race.
girls in uniforms EVERYWHERE.
SA group ofthem are on the field stretching.
thinking naughty thoughts.
boner is hidden by bombtrack pants.
HEY ANDN WE CANT FIND JOE TDD HAVE TC) 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.
quickly to my blocks.
overdo hide the massive bulge.
TTHE MOMENT (OF TRUTH IS AT HAND.
Booner immediately frees itself.
bouncing and waving dramatically.
SA loud slap can be heard each time it hits mythics.
TTHIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
sit begins spinning as we round the corner.
ick: "DDNT W( WRRY BUDDY. NE GOT Y( OUR BACK."
AHOLIC( APTER MODES ENGAGED-
propels me into first.
OLY SHIT I FEEL LIKE A
the black kids.
prophetic vision of one day creating a helicopter made of dicks.
Sstill have to walk all the way back across the field to the starting line to retrieve my pants.
my boner shamelessly protrude.
N( OT A SINGLE FUCK WAS GIVEN.