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I'm walking down a country road, dude stops his SUV.
"Sup?"
I climb into the passenger seat.
His jeans and boxers down around his ankles.
He teaches me.
"Oh yeah, baby, suck that shit. Faggot. Hell, you gotta mouth."
I'm proud, fulfilled.
He pulls into a cul-de-sac, spreads me up against the hood.
He teaches me what boy ass is for.
Call out to...
Please
again
Master
Sir.
Yes!
Sir
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