My name is Michael Walsh and I am hot.

I am really hot and I know it. And I flaunt it. My vanity is an expression of my natural delight in my own flowering manhood.

I have had a great body and a lovely cock ever since I was a boy. I used to wear very brief, almost transparent, swimming briefs when I went to swimming classes at primary school. I used to love the change rooms with the other boys because we all had to get naked and I loved displaying my already sexy but immature, hairless boy's cock. There was always a lot of jostling and boys touching each other. I liked feeling a hand fondling me and holding my balls. Holding the core of my much desired manhood.

One day I had a naked fight with the class bully Stewart in front of his gang. I took him down while we were both naked and I made him cry in front of his gang. I stood there proud and dominant with my cock stiffening although it did not yet have bullets to fire... At my feet lay their defeated leader... The tough guy who could bash up anyone was on the floor at my feet hiding his face from view and crying like a big girl... I parted his buttocks and let them all have a look at his clenched and frightened anus... A few of them laughed and he started howling like an animal... I kicked him in the belly and ordered him to stop and that's when he wet himself... 

He was pissing all over the floor and that's when I finally crushed him by calling him a sissy bedwetter and his former gang laughed and drifted away... He could never shake that name and I had broken his spirit... I liked doing that... Being cruel is hot...

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