This thread has sent me right over the fu$%^king moon.
Bulges in speedos have made my whole life worthwhile, it seems from as long as I can remember, certainly way pre-puberty. . . A totally Str8 relative 15 years older than me came to live with us, when I was 10, and flaccidly he filled his green speedos almost to breaking point, and way back then no-one except me seemed to notice. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
He would lay on his back in the sun for hours, and did have a home gym set up in our garage. . . . . . . He was meticulous to never be seen nude, though
I was actually searching for bulge pics of bodybuilder Serge Nubret here, . . . . . . .
And found nothing. . . .
But similar genes must have come my way too. . . . . . .
And I feel a duty to present as well as I can always.
Am I spelling his name correctly?