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It was already dark outside, by the time Madarame got home. Another hard day's work, but he enjoyed his job. It was better than being stuck behind a desx, filling up mountains of forms and reports. He was a more of a dynamic man, himself, so he liked to move around, break a sweat, carry things. And that neighborhood was quite nice, well putting aside some people's strange behaviour.
"Guess some people are just a tad excentric" he sighed, throwing his wtihe cap on the sofa, and taking off his tight white uniform. It wasn't uncomfortable, though it felt kind of like a second skin. Sometimes, Madarame could swear that uniform was actually made out of spandex fibers, rather than polyester, or cotton, or whatever it was.
Not only was Madarame tall, but he also had a muscular body, and that tight milkman uniform would make everything. absolutely everything stand out. His muscular chest, his firm biceps, his rock hard abs, that slutty tushy, his strong thighs, and, of course, that big man bulge between his legs.
He had absolutely no idea how many people would size up that mysterious treasure of his, how many had thought about it, trying to approximate its length, width, color... Madarame just had no idea how many men and women had pictured themselves, taking that monster of his inside themselves...
He walked into the shower, completely naked, and turned on the water. He was going to wash up, then go straight to bed, as he had a big day ahead of him tomorrow.
"Yup, gotta go to 101 tomorrow again, to bring milk for that writer, or artist guy."
It was strange, but ever since he'd started work, as the new milkman, he'd noticed that the lad from 101 would order at least one bottle of milk every day. then it went up to to, then three, then four. What could he be doing with so much milk? He was living all by himself...
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