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That rush of excitement, that I had only just discovered a few days before. Opening the door, I saw D standing there! He said, “Hi” and wore that same sly little grin I had seen on him as he wiped my cum off his lips that morning in the kitchen. But, why was he here? I didn’t want to assume anything, after all, he was so much younger than me. I invited him in and behind the closed door, I got my answer. He moved close to me and just stood there. Maybe he wanted me to make a move this time. Maybe he was just teasing me, knowing the incredible orgasms he had given me. Maybe he somehow knew how much I wanted more and how much those first experiences changed my life.”Fuck, he turns me on!” I thought to myself, I could feel my dick swelling. Maybe all this seemed a little wrong in my head, but my cock wanted nothing more. I took D’s hand and lead him upstairs. There, by the base of the bed, I turned to face him. When he took off his shirt, any doubts drifted away. His hands moved to my. .
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