Bobby stood in front of his mirror in his bedroom working his
dumbbells, wondering why, after all this time, he’d only
developed little hardballs for biceps and not something more
meaty. Other guys in his senior class looked like men, ready for
the world…but he still looked overly lean and gangly. The other
main aspect of his manhood hung between his legs, seriously
dejected. His mother had walked in on him three days before, just
when he was about to unleash a thumping load of spooge on a
centerfold. He couldn’t think of jerking off for awhile – she had…