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The boy down the street
The boy down the street I had just turned 13. This boy down the street. I remember visiting him at his house. There were pictures of naked women on the walls. In his parent's bedroom and in his bedroom. We would hang out in his bedroom. He was a couple of years older than me. Wasn't a very good guy. One day, when I was over there hanging out in his bedroom. We start talking about masturbation. He told me how he does it. I asked him, if I could see it. He said, yes! He pulled it out! Kerplunk! It just laid there. All limp. But, it was big! I asked him, can I touch it? He said, yes! So, I touched it! It jumped! It twitched! It started to spring to life! It kept growing and growing! It was gigantic! Huge! I asked him, can I suck on it? He said, yes! And so that was how it all got started. I became the neighborhood cocksucker. Any guy who wanted a blow job came over to his house. I would suck all of their cocks. Gladly! Happily! All day long! |
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8/16/2019 1:15 am |
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