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  1. Reminds me of my early explorations with certain buddies while on campouts with benefits and sleepovers with happy endings. We’d get busy on each other and not really worry about getting any sleep. Much like this brown haired boy, I’d be so into it that they’d stop doing mine and just let me go at it. At some point I realized that I didn’t care if I got recip at all… I just needed to suck dick and feed on the squirts of nectar.

      1. …And here’s the thing. There was no internet to look it up, so it felt like we were the only boys in the world doing such things! We were such pea-brains.

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