YourGuyNextDoor

I like to think of myself as the average man next door that you secretly start to obsess over, wanting to get a whiff of my scent every time you pass me in the hallway, curious about what I’m packing in that bulge you glimpse at with every opportunity you get.

Put that curiosity to rest and own a piece of me to worship as much and for as long as you’d like. I get off knowing that you wanna share something I’ve used so intimately.