I SAY THAT TO MOST PEOPLE NOW EVEN GUYS WHO CHASE ME BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST OUT TO TAKE ME DOWN, THEY MAKE OUT THEY LIKE ME TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A WHORE,

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I SAY THAT TO MOST PEOPLE NOW EVEN GUYS WHO CHASE ME BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST OUT TO TAKE ME DOWN, THEY MAKE OUT THEY LIKE ME TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A W****, SO I JUST SAY TO MEN NOW I AM NOT YOU I DO NOT WANT TO BE YOU, AND NO ONE EVER REALLY WORRIED ABOUT YOUR FUCKER (IE FATHER)…

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Started going to an adult book store with booths about a year after my wife passed.I had never had a gay experience. A first I went to get sucked for releif . One night as I set down a pretty good size hard on was shoved threw the hole from the next booth. At first I just set there and stared at it. I couldnt stop looking at it. It was like a magnet and soon I was holding it in my hand.
My head started down like I couldnt stop myself and the next minute I had it in my mouth. Somehow I knew what to do although I had never done it bf.In no time I heard a loud grund from the other booth and my mouth was filling with c**. I didnt know what to do.I thought about spitting it out but instead swallowed it
I am hooked and spend way to much time there sucking any c*** that comes thru the hole. I have no idea how many loads I have swallowed there I am hooked and cant stop. Its worse than a drug.

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