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I became gay at the shoe shop (1)

Penulis: Crystal Beee
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-05 23:14:11

(This story contains themes of Gày séx)

I started school a year late and was, therefore, always a little more physically and mentally mature than my classmates. By the time I was eighteen, I looked more like I was twenty. I had a fit body from working on the family farm and swimming. At around six feet tall, one hundred seventy pounds, with more body hair than my friends, I stood out among my peers.

At that time, I was good-looking enough that many of the girls were interested in me. I got a lot of dates and quickly learned how to get most of the girls to second base, sometimes even further. I loved licking a girl's pûssy until she was squirming and begging for more, desperate for cóck.

I was horny all the time and jerked off multiple times a day, usually watching hetero pôrn. Slowly, I realized I was also turned on by the big cocks in those videos. This frightened me, making me wonder if I might be gáy. To avoid confronting that fear, I rarely watched man-woman pôrn and instead becam
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