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No sooner had Spike’s
rampant dick freed itself - with a little help from “paramedic” Stevie-boy -
from his boxers than Stevie gave up pretending that he was really interested in
helping Spike with the cut on his thigh.
Instead he took
Spike’s cock in his right hand and cupped his left fist around the injured
twink’s fat, juicy balls. As he did so he closed his eyes and let out a little
sigh.
“Honest, Jordy” Spike
told me later. “It was just like he’d been saving himself for this all his life
and he was, like, just making the most of it.
“But the trouble was,
that wasn’t where I was coming from.
“OK, I was only 18
then, but I’d already been fooling around with guys - well, more than just
fooling around, if ya’ know what I mean - for years”, he chuckled to himself.
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