Outgrown

face is smiling at you with recognition in his eyes.

He looks vaguely familiar, but you can't place him.

"Do you remember me?" he asks.

He looks at least a decade younger than you.

You have a hard time imagining why you would know him, but that slight familiarity is in

the back of your mind.

"I guess I've gotten bigger since you last saw me," the boy follows up with.

"You babysat me a handful of times for my brother when I was younger."

It hits you square in the face.

The memory floods back.

You're met with an odd mix of internal reactions.

You feel uncomfortable with how much older you feel, especially with him old enough to

be out drinking.

On the other hand, that face you've seen before has matured to a very handsome one.

You can't help but get hard in your jeans staring at his impressive body, his smooth

and youthful complexion.

"Dude," he continues, "I had the biggest crush on you.

You were, well, still are super hot.

A little salt and pepper in your sideburns there is so sexy.

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