sábado, 1 de septiembre de 2012

They Don't Have To Know

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  1. This brings back memories.
    I used to go to a location where one occasionally found guys (usually homeless) passed out on a bench (now, sadly disappeared), usually after too much beer or, more likely cider. I used to, very gently, try to get their cocks out and, if I could, suck them. Sometimes they'd wake up with a start and push me off. Other times they'd wake up and let me carry on. You never knew which it would be. But it was good, risky fun.

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