My Boyfriend has a Magical Asshole 3 of 6
I sat my empty glass down and placed my eye up to his ass. At first, I didn’t see anything, but after a few moments the first outlines of a few vague shapes began to form. Cities. Building. Around the buildings I saw tiny people. They were beautiful. All male. Big arms. Hairy chests. They walked around shirtless. A few lifted weights in the streets, sweat pouring through their mustaches. They glistened as though glazed. I could smell the heady aroma of man-sweat, motor oil, and smog. The butt cheeks in my hands wiggled as my boyfriend giggled lightly.
“It’s really something, eh?”