/soy/ - Soyjaks

im not gay but Sometimes, i think of big black gay men, who's skin is covered in shiny oil, reflecting every speck of light that dares to touch his masculine body, and who's dick shines like a star, illuminating every last corner of the room its present in, possibly producing light of it's own, swinging like a grandfather clock from side to side, hyptonatizing all that lays eyes on the dih, mesmerising them in the truest form of BBC, simply admiring its glory and realising this is 1.5 billion years of evolution, reaching perfection after trial and error, for millenia. The muscular veins on his biceps, transporting the very blood cells that was once in his dih, now circulating oxygen and glucose to the body, allowing for cells to synthesize ATP, the very building block of energy, allowing life as is to exist. And the muscles, the muscles on the big black individual, as if he was born in the top of mount Olymp, coming out of the puh of afrodithus, the mother of all life, and being admired by zeus, god of all.