For the next couple of years I'd hit the video booths when the need became pressing. Here again luck was with me. If I'd gone to either of the coasts for grad school, got involved in the scene in NY, LA, or San Fran I doubt I'd be here to write this. Doubt I would have found a woman who made it easy to deal with my desires within the context of monogamy.
I dream about the kid still, not just sappy running through the flowers dreams, though I have those as well. No, often they are down and dirty dreams. I'm back in that booth facing cock after cock and the kid is behind me, fucking me in the ass, as I try, once more, for my baker's dozen.
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Nicely done. It reads very familiar, and resonates nicely with my experiences at the time. Keep writing!
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