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Dear Beav,

How young we talkin? I don't want this column to turn into something that the FBI keeps on there 10 most sicko website lists. If we're talking 21, 22, 23, 24 and then some � then allow me to explore the ever so titillating topic of �the boy-toy�. A �boy-toy� by it�s purest defining terms is a youthful �boy� of legal age, preferably one that is quite immature (only in a refreshing way) and has excellent boudoir stamina (make sure he can run a few miles without a huff or a puff), hence the �boy� in �boy-toy� and a �toy� is either the sinful (but enjoyable) toying of his rather innocent emotions with the primal sexual experience of a women thirtysomething in years (young boys just love a women who knows her way around a bedroom), or another wildly popular definition of the �toy� is the �toy� which protrudes from his lower frontal region (only on good days) and can be used for hours good fun (but not for the whole family), hence the �toy� in �boy-toy� which leads us to the delightful self explanatory term � �boy-toy�. Now your question asks me should you explore young males and see what they have to offer. Answer the following question: Are you turned on only by young boys because older ones are so undeservingly complicated and have a ridiculous fear of commitment and intimacy? Yes, Yes and double Yes. Have fun on your travels, and send me a postcard.

Signed: fegolicious �likes them young, robust and �ample� (ugh um)� fego

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Todays Topic:
The 'Boy-Toy'

Dear fabulous fegolicious,

I have a little question for you; lately I have this uncontrollable fetish for really young boys. I�m outta control! Just last week I found myself hanging out in �Brother Jimmy�s' (a nasty rib joint on the upper west side) googling over all the prime young hotties with their disheveled tousled hair and rippling tanned muscles that peak out through their worn-out college T�s, suckling on raw meaty BBQ ribs. Umm umm good. After that searing scenic route, I ended up on the saw dust dance floor of yet another college fav, just yearning for a long-lasting grind of the �lambada� to quench my desires and send me on my way. And that�s not all, even at work I find myself following the college interns around, making unnecessary copies just to catch a glimpse of their tight buttox in their tight work pants (not to mention all the wasted paper!). Don�t get me to wrong, I am not that old (especially in dog years) - what should I do, is this sick? Or should I begin exploration into the art of seducing adolescent prey?

Signed: The Eager �Beaver�