That Ain't Camel Toe

The tingling in his balls drove Chad on a hunt. Like his hunter and gatherer ancestors, he needed to brave the jungle and get some nourishment. But his jungle wasn’t covered in red woods, oaks and poison ivy. The forest he hunted was presumably faster. The internet. Nipples everywhere and he needed to get his mouth around them… or hands on them… or just his tongue. It didn’t matter. Off from work, skipping his workout, his boxers held back a hungry beast from the flirty girls in his social media friends list. That night, the beast was unleashed… …but ran into an even hungrier beast.