SJC Moss

was my entire childhood, and continues to follow me, even into my teenage years. i had a zommer. his name was marshall. i loved him to no end, all of my spare time was spent with him, lovingly, at my side. I played games, collected moshlings, all in the hopes of one day catching them all, which unfortunately i never did. my love is dead, now, however i like to imagine marshall in heaven, singing and laughing amongst the cherubs, spending an eternity in the deepest bliss imaginable. the pornography i drew of him is my only other comfort, however i sometimes wish for the loving embrace of marshall, even with my hand clasped around the drawings, and my own erect member. 10/10. they should bring it back. i want my love in my arms again