My first gay crush was a guy I met in college. He was this dark beautiful thing who used to sit in front of me. I used to stare at his neck and picture myself licking it. When he would get up, my tongue would stick out a little with the sight of his ass. He didn’t know I existed. Until one day he was being picked on by some bullies and I threatened to cut them; I had a Swiss army knife on me. He was thankful, we become friends. He invites me for a sleep over at his parents’ house, and in the middle of the night, we were sucking each other’s tongue. I moved. He got married to a girl, became an evangelical pastor, had 3 kids, and 23 years later, he got caught sucking a guy’s cock in the church’s parking lot, so I just heard. Oh my.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 15:04:05 +0000
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