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Twice or thrice at 7 or 8, me and the neighborhood gang, discovered that head feels great. So, we would all hang, behind a propped up, parallel wire frame mattress, against a stone wall in the alley. And, convince the younger, more impressionable eager to please, to get down, on their knees. Until one day, Joey told us all, this was gay. And, then I was called a ****** when I asked to have, my wiener ****** out of bad habit. I've been a bit perplexed by *** ever since.
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Head
Twice or thrice at 7 or 8, me and the neighborhood gang, discovered that head feels great. So, we would all hang, behind a propped up, parallel wire frame mattress, against a stone wall in the alley. And, convince the younger, more impressionable eager to please, to get down, on their knees. Until one day, Joey told us all, this was gay. And, then I was called a ****** when I asked to have, my wiener ****** out of bad habit. I've been a bit perplexed by *** ever since.
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
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