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This is for Real Parked across from him. He drove a silver jeep. Black Labrador in the front seat, "lie down boy", he told the dog. he wore gray sweat shorts that matched the jeep. had been horny since that afternoon. needed my dick sucked and wanted to suck a mean one that day. I’ve seen him out to the lake once or twice. he jerked me off, blew me there, even then. usually don’t go for the first guy I see. like to cruise a little, Case the place Before I settle down on a lap. Come out every Sunday, Always the same old men Prancing pass pine trees, Walking in the nude down dirt roads, With their crowbar hard ons. We talked about the weather Both agreeing that it was hot as hell. Squeezed my cock through the jeans. Reached into those sweat shorts To play with it. Asked me what I was into “sucking cock, getting sucked jacking- off,” I said. he touched me down there, stroked it. “you like that,” he asked. he opened his trash mouth & went down on me sucking, slurping, drooling, slobbering on family jewel. “this black cock is yours,” I moaned. He wanted me inside him, But we didn’t have any rubbers He choked my chicken As I leaned back into the green seat Of my truck. “I want to see you come,” he demanded. I was ready. I came like a geyser. Yelled so loud, I woke his dog.
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