That shaggy haired boy looks like me, in college. (I went to college at 17--Was it because I was super smart, or because my high school couldn't wait to get rid of me? I'll let that go unanswered) I still had the baby-smooth chest, but a nice tuft of hair below the navel. Did the treasure trail lead to a treasure? Well, the writing on certain restroom walls at the local K-mart would suggest it was a good cock. Not terribly long, but thick enough to split firewood.
