How far we've come, really - getting the International Male catalog in the mail when I was in my late-teens, growing-up slight off of a medium-sized metropolis was almost like getting porn; the underwear section where you could see the outline of a plump dickhead, of a fleshy column; a flash of pubes and little else. To this day, I still get a little flushed when I flip through my Undergear catalog - even though I've graduated to a much more adult way of getting my rocks off...
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