Facts:
My boyfriend of the last seven months, Kasey Lowman, isn’t a dream. Yes, he’s beautiful to look at because of his steamy, gray eyes and onyx-colored hair. And yes, he has a body like a wrestler: no fat, bulging muscles, V-shaped center, nice size d**k. He’s not tall, though, only five-six. But he does have a big tool…probably because he is a tool, which is exactly what I use him for these days. It’s a shame he’s thirty-two and acts like he’s eighteen. Honestly, it’s about as annoying as f**k that he’s immature for his age, but I’ve learned to cope and deal with it. Until lately, of course.
Kasey knows everything about sports. Unlimited details of soccer, football, hockey, golf, and baseball fall out of his mouth, probably because he’s a sportscaster for WPXT, Channel 9. “Pittsburg
