When I was a kid I used to dream about the day when I could grow a goatee

All of my idols in the 90s had the coolest goatees/soul patches.













In my eyes, the goatee was the perfect facial hair style. Sure you could grow a beard, but it's hot in the summer and there is lots of room for error. What if it didn't connect? That would be so embarrassing. The goatee just screamed power.

In fact, when I was 8, I called my dad a fricking idiot for not growing a goatee. After I woke up, I decided it wasn't best to press the issue. But the thought always stayed in my mind. What is this grown man doing? He has the ability to grow this fricking sweet facial hair, and didn't do it. It's like having ice cream in the freezer and never touching it.

I fantasized in my room about being older, finally being able to do it all for the nookie and having some beautiful woman whispering in my ear "your goatee is so sexy." "I know," I'd say back, while pulling out my huge dick.

I imagined that I would run into Christy Carlson Romano and she would remark that she liked my goatee, I'd make a joke about Beans being a loser, she'd laugh and invite me to her hotel room. Etc. etc.

As I grew older, my facial hair started to come in as the goatee's popularity faded. I decided to not pursue my passion for the goatee because I wasn't secure enough in my manhood. The coronavirus has given me a new lease on life. I've realized that I just need to go for it, you know?

Today I fulfilled my dream and, some time in the near future, I will have sex with a woman.