I am getting old, it's a fact, just ask my kids. My birthday is rolling around again tomorrow, and when my daughter found out she asked me how old I was going to be. I told her that I'd be turning 37, and her jaw dropped open, her eyes grew wide with wonder, and amazement, and she simply replied - "Wow, that's old.". Both of my boys quickly agreed with her and just like that, I was declared old. The kids are our future, and mine just collectively decided that I'm a relic of the past.
I'm a man and, I have breasts. I try to deny it but, I do. I have ever since I was a little kid. I try to ignore them but I see 'em, I know they are there, plus my wife actually plays with them. Can you believe that? I've begged her not to but, she still does. Do you have any idea how emasculating it is to have your breasts fondled as a guy? It's very emasculating OK girls. Totally, completely, extremely, redonkulously, emasculating.
I've always had man-boobies, far back as I can remember, and I've always also tried to ignore them too. I do. I really do pretend they're not there. Whenever I can I totally black them out. It's a valuable skill to have. The human mind really is an amazing thing. You can convince yourself of anything you want but, every once in a while, a mirror, a picture of yourself, or hell, even a damn shadow will remind you that they are there. The rest of the time us big tittied males actually do convince ourselves they look like muscular pecs instead of the perky, plump 'B' cups that they actually are.
