LGBT Stories

Let me tell you about an experience I had a few years back. I had gone to a wrestling show at the local arena to see some of my favorite wrestlers. It was a great show. I saw many of the hot studs that I had lusted after in wrestling. I had many a wet dream over the juicy studs that wrestled for a living. As the show ended I got up to leave. When I got to my car, the damned thing wouldn’t start. And there were few if any people left in the parking lot for I had waited for the crowds to die down. I grabbed my cell phone to try and call someone, but that too was dead. I had forgotten to charge it. So I tried to wave someone down to help me out. Either they didn’t see me or didn’t care. So I headed back towards the arena. As I got to the doors I saw a big black Cadillac appear. The window came down and there was this huge bald guy with a thick goatee looking at me.

“Need some help buddy?” He said.

“Yeah” I responded. “My car won’t start and my cell phones dead. Do you have a cell I can borrow to call a tow truck?” I continued. “Or can you jump me ”

He looked at me quizzically for a moment, then said. “Hop in. I’ll take you to your car. And we will try and get her started.” “Thanks buddy” I said.

I jumped into his car and we headed toward mine. I looked over at this huge man. He looked ever so familiar. But I could not place who he was. He was totally hot too. I gazed at his enormous arms as he drove, his huge tree trunk legs that were trying to split the seams on his jeans. I glanced quickly at his crotch to see a nice lump in his pants. He looked at me as he said. “Is that it?”

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Billie had gone to his ballet lesson one day. Tony his brother was at home doin’ his workout. He was wearing a tank top shirt and a pair of rather skimpy white shorts. He thought he looked really good in them. They hugged his firm hairy legs and held his nice juicy dick. He was pumping some iron. He wanted to get strong like his father Jackie. His father was a strict Irish who took no guff from any one. He used to get a wuppin’ whenever he was bad. But remembering now he liked the feeling on being over his dad’s lap, because when the blow from the hand came down his body brushed up against his father’s huge cock. He was beginning to get turned on at the thought. He dropped the weights and looked at himself in the mirror. His arms were getting nice and strong. He rubbed at his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen as his hand moved across it. He brought up a memory of his dad. It wasn’t too long ago. His father got into a fight with someone at the quarry. His father was only 5′9″ but he was as strong as an ox. He wrestled the guy down he was fighting. Tony remembered it well. His father’s legs were spread and he could see the outline of his big dick in his trousers. The long shaft and the large balls pushed tightly against the material. He remembered coming home and jerking off to the memory. He pulled at his aching dick now. It was trailing down his legs toward the bottom of his shorts. He looked at the thickness through his shorts, he pulled up on the hem and pinched his cock head, his body shuddered. It felt so good. His cock was growing quite nicely. He reveled in its size, a good 7 inches of thick juicy dick. He didn’t hear his dad come in as he moaned lightly. Then as he continued to feel himself up he looked in the mirror again to see his father in the reflection. “What the Hell are ya doin?” He bellowed. Tony stopped and looked back to see his dad staring at him. “Nothin’” He replied. “Just working out” “Looks like you’re working out yer dick there” He walked into the room. Tony looked to see his father had been holding his own dick. How long had he been watching. The large tube was snaking down his left leg. He rubbed it and it twitched pulsed under the trousers. “So ya like rubbin yerself now” His dad said. He grabbed at Tony’s arm. “MM nice” he exclaimed as he felt up Tony’s muscles. Tony was taller at 5′11″ but he felt small next to his dad. The strong furry arm reached for his own crotch. Jackie rubbed at his son’s dick through his shorts. He moaned. “Mmmm now there Tony. Ya got a nice feelin boner here.” Tony couldn’t help it. His father’s big hand rubbed him to a raging hard on, his cock escaping below the hem of his shorts. His dad pulled him close. He could feel his breath at the back of his neck. “Real nice dick son” he continued. Jackie ground his crotch to his son’s ass. Tony felt his dad’s dick rubbing at his thigh, it felt huge. He hadn’t seen his dad’s dick in so long he forgot how big it was. Then Jackie kissed Tony’s neck. Then he said. “Looks like this bugger needs some attention.” Still holding his son’s hard dick Jackie knelt down in front of him. He moved up the hem of the shorts and pulled out Tony’s juicy dick. He jerked it several times, squeezing the thick shaft. He watched as Tony’s head bloated out.

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I had just moved to Chicago because of my job. I had found this cool building not too far from work. But it wasn’t really the building that made me like it so much. It was the men.

I had pulled up the moving van to the door. A small woman opened it. “Hey you’re the new tenant aren’t you?” “I’m Sharon. We spoke on the phone”

I shook her hand. “Oh yeah Hi, Roli, how ya doin?”

“Cool” She said. “You’re gonna love it here. Just be careful of Berg’. He’s kinda odd”

“Oh well I’ll let you get to it. I gotta go to my mom’s house.” “Bye”

I came in and saw my apartment. First floor, I thanked God that I was. I dreaded the thought of lugging my stuff up flights of stairs. I remember Sharon had told me they had to really clean up the place because the `Freak’ who had lived here before me had a dozen or so cats. They were glad to be rid of her. Or as she had told me. ‘Pete was glad to be rid of that freak’. She said that Pete also lived on the first floor in the first apartment. And the girl was obsessed with him. I wondered why, was he cute. I had thought to myself. But the way Sharon had made it seem. He was ordinary. Anyho. I opened the door and the apartment seemed clean enough. It wasn’t very big but the rent was affordable. And besides I had seen Sharon’s boyfriend Johnny when I had first come down to see the apartment. He was really cute. 6ft tall nicely built, about 190 lbs. Hell that was almost reason alone to take the apartment. Well I began the task of staring my move when down the stairs came Johnny. He was the maintenance man for the building so he was always around. He had just come down from the 3rd floor unplugging a drain pipe.

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They were standing there on that cliff, Kale looking at Akima. She was pretty. They had started a new world. He kissed her. It should have been perfect. But somehow Kale felt empty. Something was missing. Someone was missing. For some reason he wished that Korso had made it out alive. Kale remembers that twice the man had come to help him out. He remembered how he looked. Tall, much taller than himself. He was about 6′1′ had a strong muscular body that strained against his tight uniform, his beefy arms, his ruggedly handsome face, the sexy beard on his chin, his reddish brown hair, and those striking blue eyes. The way those pants fit around his strong legs and around his big crotch. He could see him ever so clearly. This was a stud of the highest order. `Wow’ He thought. Korso was a stud. And Kale realized now at this late hour how much he desired the man. Now he would never get the chance to feel him close. He had once. The first time Korso came to his aid. They were trying to escape the attack of the Dreg’s. They had escaped jumping into the cruiser, crashing through the cargo bay out into space. The ship severely damaged, the safety glass cracking and getting close to caving in. with no air to sustain them, they surely would die. He had instinctively begun to curl up and huddle next to the big strong man. He could feel the strong muscles under Korso’s shirt.

Feel the pounding of the man’s heart in his chest. He remembered looking up at the cracking glass, then looking down into Korso’s lap, seeing a large lump in the crotch area. Then Korso reaching for something pressing Kale’s face into his lap. Kale could feel the large mass beneath the material of the pants, the heat emanating from there. How Kale was both scared and excited at the same time. He remembered Korso telling him to hold on as he kicked out the glass, Akima’s ship picking them up moments later. How he wouldn’t let go of him even when they were safe.

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The two brothers Lewis and Fuller were heading east to meat up with a girl friend of Lewis’s who was getting out of school for the summer. It seems they had been driving for days. They had driven most of the day and into the night.

Lewis and young handsome 25 year old with swirls of dirty blond hair and a 6′ 2″ Lean frame looked over at his sleeping brother Fuller. Fuller was shorter at about 5′9″ but had a stocky build and his older 30 year old looks seemed a little more rugged to most. Fuller was always getting into trouble it seemed. But Lewis still looked upon his brother with some fondness. But what he really felt he could not say.

As he looked at the sleeping form of his handsome older brother, he could see the muscular body as it pressed at his clothes. The rolled up sleeves of his shirt showed his strong forearms that were covered in a light dusting of blonde fur. Lewis looked at his own forearms and saw no fur of any kind. Unlike his brother who got his looks and body from his dad’s side of the family. Lewis was smooth and lean. His almost pretty face was dainty compared to his brother’s stronger chin and thicker body. He looked at the opening of Fuller’s shirts and could see some light hairs peeping out from the top of it. He hadn ‘t seen his brother’s naked body since they were kids. But he could tell that Fuller would be somewhat furry like their dad had been. He looked down at Fuller’s thick legs that strained the jeans he wore. He looked between those legs to see a nice lump at his crotch area. He wondered how big Fuller was. He himself was 6-1/2 inches fully hard. But he remembered seeing his father naked when he was a kid and his dad had a pretty hefty slab hanging between his legs. He thought of reaching between his brother’s thick thighs and rubbing at the mound down there. He continued to stare at the lump in between his brothers legs. He licked at his lips and sucked down hard a swallow of spit. He gazed intently at the mound before him. He slowly reached over to touch at it. Then as he drew closer he heard a loud horn that woke him from his trance. He looked up just as Fuller awoke.

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Let me tell you about an experience I had a few years back. I had gone to a wrestling show at the local arena to see some of my favorite wrestlers. I was at a show that included the wrestler I thought was the hottest stud in the sport. Nikita Koloff was a big 6′2″ tall bald, bearded beast. He was so powerful and rough in the ring. I had imagined being ravaged by him many, many times, imagined his power fucking me into the floor. He was wrestling in a tag team match with crusher Krushev as his partner. They had come out to the floor and immediately attacked their opponents. The match didn’t last very long for Nikita and friend slaughtered their foes in record time, as the came out the ring the passed in front of me. Kruschev spotted me as I stared intently at Nikita’s incredible ass. I licked my lips as he passed and Kruschev noticed this. He looked towards me and winked. Then he patted Nikita on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Nikita followed by looking in my direction and smiling slyly. Kruschev pointed at me and they both walked away. Later as the show ended and I was heading out. A hand grabbed me from around the corner. A big security guard pulled me aside and said to follow him.

“Am I in trouble or something?” I asked protesting.

“Just follow me sir.” He said. So I did. I was lead into what looked like a work out room. There was a large mat on the floor and some weights in the corner. He turned to me and said. ” Stay here” Then walked away. I for some reason follow his orders and stayed. Even though I believed I had done nothing. Then a door on the right of me opened and through it came Nikita and Kruschev, still in their wrestling tights.

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I had gone down to Mexico for business one year and got to see some intrigue go on from some drug baddies in the area. And I got to see and have the hottest sex in my life. I was checking into the hotel when I saw this mean scowling mofo that had to be the bad guy. He had an entourage of thugs with him. He pushed and shoved his way to the desk to get his room. People just got out of his way. Then I looked over to the left to see a hot blonde guy with a Caribbean hat watching him. He held his hand to his ear as he spoke to someone. Obviously had on a mike? to talk to his superiors. I looked him over. He was about 5?10?, he was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off his nice legs. There was a light powdering of blonde fur on them. Unfortunately the shorts were too baggy to show much in basket but. Hey looked up to see me staring at him. I winked at him and he ducked his head and turned away.

?Crap? I thought. He must be straight. Then when the baddie got in the elevator he rushed to follow. He watched as the elevator stopped on a floor then relayed the info to someone via the mike?. Then I saw another guy walk up to him and they talked for a moment. This guy was shorter, about 5?7? and black hair. I wasn?t too enamored with his looks but then he looked toward me and I could see him look me over. So I winked back at him. I figured if he was with the blonde stud I could move in through him. Then they disappeared in the crowd. I got my room and went upstairs.

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I was at a San Francisco vs. St Louis game some time ago to see the all mighty McGwire. He has been my favorite ball player since before his record year. I wanted to see him this year because it was to be his last. He was going to retire. So I drove up to San Francisco to see the game. Bonds was there and I didn’t like him very much. He had been ever so arrogant the previous year when he passed Mcgwire’s homerun record. He thought himself better than Mark. Which he was not. I would have given him the fact that he did pass the record, but not his words about Mac and his distaste for him. He was an ass whereas Mark was a wonderful guy. He had his own charities to help kids and was always great with his players and the opposing teams. They were both at this game and I was in the left field hoping Mark would hit a homer to me. And low and behold he did. In the 5th inning he slammed a homer right at me. I almost killed everybody trying to get at it.

“Mine” I screamed.

Then after the game an official came by and asked if I wanted Mark to sign my ball. I happily said yes. So I was lead to an area where I waited for him. Then I saw Bonds come out from the locker room area and he came toward me. He was still in his uniform. He looked at me and saw that I was holding the homerun ball McGwire had hit.

“Hey why don’t I sign this for you” he said in that `Full of himself’ tone. “Nah, that’s alright. I would rather have Mark sign it” I answered back.

“You are a McGwire fan” he said contemptuously. “Why when I’m the best there is” “I don’t think so `BARRY’” I said sarcastically. “I think you are a jerk, and an arrogant SOB”

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The crook (Junior) who had taken the name of Herman Gotleib was arriving in Miami to see what he could do to make money there. He was a tall handsome man. Considering he had been in jail until recently. He looked real good. As he got off the place and headed into the terminal a bald ‘Hari Krishna’ freak saw him. The guy looked over Herman and smile. He saw this gorgeous hunky stud with dark glasses walk off the plane. He could see Junior’s big cock bouncing around in his pants. This excited him. He had to get closer. He came up and asked for money for his church.

“Please sir it would help so much” he said. Junior grabbed his hand and bent it back almost to breaking it. The Krishna fell to the floor before Junior. He was just inches from the heavy crotch he wanted. Then he reached for it and grabbed at it. The full cock pulsed in his hand. Junior looked down and growled at him swatting the guy’s hand away.

“You freak I’ll kill you.”

The Krishna got up and ran as Junior chased him through the airport. He ducked into a room that said supplies and Junior came in after him. He shut the door and locked it behind him. He saw the guy huddling on the floor in the corner. He went to him and picked him up.

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I have always had a sweet spot for Bill Goldberg. I had always wanted to meat him. Well I got my chance sort of when one day I was a charity thing for aids on behalf on the travel company I worked for. And to my surprise there was Goldberg.

I always thought he was a big phobe’ because of something I read in his biography. “I’m no fruit” It said.

So I being a gay man who used to worship him before that found it odd he was here. So I had to at least meat the guy. I looked at his huge body, all 6′4″ of him. He was wearing a polo shirt that was a bit tight on him. and a pair of jeans that could barely contain his massive legs. So I walked over to him and said my hellos.

“Hi mr Goldberg. How are you?” I said as I tapped his broad shoulder.

He turned around and I was looking upon the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His face was strong and rugged. The graying goatee was lightly trimmed. But the 5 o’clock shadow was rearing its head, although on him it was perfect. But what got me was his eyes. They were more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. The blue in them flickered as the light caught them. I was instantly in love. He looked down at my small frame. Then he smiled a warm gentle smile.

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Eight year old Martin Prince was quite beside himself with lust.
His classmates ran around the schoolyard playing games while he had trouble
walking. Everyone was making merry at the annual Springfield Elementary
School Picnic. Bart Simpson brought his dog, Santa’s Little Helper and was
trying to impress everyone with his tricks. Millhouse was desperately
trying to impress Bart’s sister Lisa. Groundskeeper Willie discarded his
usual work clothes for his best plaid kilt. He had no shame in his efforts
to win the heart of Edna Krabbapple. And, lastly, Principal Skinner was
just trying to keep the peace.
It was love at first sight when Martin feasted his eyes on the
hairy, muscular legs that protruded from Willie’s kilt. He clasped his
hands together while red hearts floated out of his head and into the blue
sky above.

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The day had been long and exhausting. The cast and crew of Alien
Resurrection were getting a little bit tired of being covered in slime and
filth. It seemed like most of their time was spent running down dark
foreboding corridors carrying heavy futuristic weapons and trying not to
slip.
“One more time and that’ll be it for today,” the director yelled.
Sigourney Weaver and Winona Ryder looked at each other with grins
of relief. During the past few days, as they got to know each other, they
would exchange glances at everything the director said, even when he
complimented one or the other. Was the special bond they felt for each
other genuine or was it as false as the play acting? They wanted to
believe they were comfortable with each other when in reality they were
intimidated. Who was the better actress? Two days ago they did the scene
where their characters meet for the first time. The script called for
Winona to try to get information out of Sigourney. It was like pulling
teeth. Sigourney’s character was very evasive, but she was also very
touchy-feely. She kept stroking Winona’s hair and face in facination. As
it turned out, Sigourney was an android which was suppose to explain her
strange behavior. Winona was effected by Sigourney’s tenderness. During
that scene, her heart was beating quite rapidly and she was almost angry at
Sigourney for distracting her. She’s in total control and I’m not, Winona
thought to herself.
“And.action!”

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I’m a union carpenter living in Los Angeles. I’ve been lucky
enough to work exclusively for the major movie studios. The pay is pretty
good when the work is steady. A few weeks ago I was working on the set of
a movie starring Macauley Culkin. I was in a bad mood the first day. I
just had a fight with my girlfriend. She’s an actress who doesn’t work
very much. She’s got this split personality. I don’t know what to expect.
Sometimes she’s reasonable and easy to talk to. Other times she acts like
“a star” who’s better than me. We would go to some parties where she would
flirt with anybody she thought could better her career. She would ignore
me completely. I talked with her the night before on the phone. She was
up for a part on a commercial. She was telling me, again, about how she
was going to dump me once she made the big time. I’d heard it all before
so I just humored her. Big mistake! She gets all pissed off because now
she thinks that I don’t believe that she’ll ever make the big time. I
can’t win. I just hung up.

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Disclaimer: You must be 18 years of age or older to read this story. Grow
up or get out. This story is a continuation of a scene in a British film
called If…made in 1969. I hope you enjoy it.

The two boys leaned against the large black automobile in the
garage, smoking cigarettes. As was the custom in the all-boys school known
as College House, they wore formal dress: black jacket, vest, bow-tie, and
slacks. It was evening and they had to be careful they weren’t seen by the
whips who were the strict older students that maintained discipline and
dealt out the punishments. If they were caught smoking, Lord knows what
the consequences would be.
Philips, the younger, seemed totally without humor. He smoked and
talked slowly, giving the impression of a snob putting on airs. With his
soft blonde hair, blue eyes and strong jaw, he was the prettiest boy in
College House and was lusted after by everyone. He couldn’t understand
what all the fuss was about. He himself had no interest in any other boy,
until he saw Wallace performing his acrobatics on the high bar.
Wallace, the older, was just the opposite of Philips. He hung out
with the school rebels, but was himself more of a class clown, lacking the
blind courage of his peers. He also seemed to have no ambition at all.
When he had looked up into the second floor of the gymnasium to see Bobby
Philips staring at him, he, at that time, was more concerned about bad
breath and what girls thought of him.

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Nasty
Nasty boy
I wanna see your nasty body move
-Janet Jackson

Cast of characters:
Harold (40 year old cobbler, boy lover)
Kyle (9 year old Chippenditty extraodinaire)
Rigger (33 year old dance troup manager)

As we last left Harold and Kyle, they had just formed the tightest
and sweetest bond in the dressing room of the dance rehearsal hall.
Afterwards, Harold drove Kyle home. They sat in the car holding hands for
quite some time, saying nothing. Eventually, Kyle’s mom peeked out the
window and they decided it was time to part. For the following week, every
daily chore they did was colored by the glorious memory of the dressing
room tryst. They would smile whenever an image flashed in their mind of
the erotic coupling. On Saturday, Kyle called Harold and demanded another
session. He was not to be denied. He pedaled over to Harold’s apartment
on his bicycle. Upon entering the flat, he stripped completely.

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I walked into the rehearsal hall and almost fainted. There before
me, dancing in unison to a thumping precussive beat were nine lovely young
boys wearing nothing but tiny pink speedo bathing suits. The hot room
suddenly became hotter. I gripped the sack that held my leather tools
tightly. I re-ran the emergency phone call in my head.
“Shoe repair.”
“Can you repair a dancer’s leather costume in a hurry?”
“Certainly, sir. Just bring it in and–”
“There’s no time. You must come to the dance hall where we’re
rehearsing.”
“All right. Give me the address and I’ll come right over. Of
course, it’ll be a bit more expensive, being a rush job.”
“Anything you want.”

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Principal Skinner sat in his office, a confused man. He was trying
to understand the rantings of groundskeeper Willie, but he had no
background in Scottish colloquialisms.
“I tell ye, Skinner, the lad was rimming his whole class in the
little boys room.,” Willie shouted. “They were all lined up, peckers in
hand.” Willie received a blank stare from Skinner which made the nerve in
his head start throbbing.
“Explain yourself, Willie.”
“That’s wha’ I’m trying to do, ya doily-crocheting mama’s boy.”
“Who was rimming what?”
“Bart Simpson!! He was sucking the wieners of his classmates!”
The mist was clearing a bit for Skinner, but he wanted to be 100%
sure. “Weiner sucking?”
“Blowjobs, ya hopeless twit!!!.”
“Hmmmm.” The fog had cleared and his dick started to twitch.
“That will be all, Willie. I’ll take it from here.”
Willie walked out, muttering.
So, Bart Simpson is a pansy boy, thought Skinner. Perhaps he was
trying to tell me something all those times he mooned me. Of course, I
always had to give him detention whenever he did that. If word ever got
out that I actually enjoyed seeing his cute little tight butt,
Superintendent Chalmers would fire me.

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*This story involves sexual scenes between four (4) WWE male personalities. I do not know these people and I do not know their sexual orientations. All names, moves, and slogans are property of World Wrestling Entertainment. This story is dedicated to my friend Johnny Ray-Ray. And a special thank you goes to Larry, who is now editing my stories. Enjoy the show, folks!*

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John Cena was put in an unusual spot by Vince McMahon. He was asked to take part in a Pay Per View called Raw vs. Smackdown. That wasn’t the unusual part. What was unusual was the match.

It would be a champion sort of thing. Cena, the WWE Champion, would be in the main event. He would be facing Randy Orton, the World Heavyweight Champion.

Still, that wasn’t what was odd about the whole thing. What Cena found strange was that it would be a tag team match. A champion & champion vs. champion & champion match.

The Raw team of Randy Orton and Intercontinental Champion Maven would take on the team of John Cena and Cruiserweight Champion Paul London.

Cena thought that it would be more fitting if he and United States Champion Mark Jindrak paired up, since the US belt was Smackdown #2 title. However, Vince said it would be London. Cena was sure he would lose this match.
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Dewey and his friend, Robert, were in the bathroom of the school they attended. Class was dismissed for the day, and the boys were eager to go home. But when nature calls, there is no call waiting, if you know what I mean. As they emptied the contents of their bladders into the urinals, the friends talked about school. Robbie, as hes known as, flushes his toilet. I gotta get home, Dewey, he said. My brother told me this morning that hes real horny today and wants me to rush home so he can suck my dick and stuff. Whats a dick? asked the innocent Dewey. Your weiner. Why would he want to suck that? Robbies friend wanted to know. Because dicks taste good and it feels good to have them sucked, Robbie replied. You mean that Malcolm and Reese dont do sex stuff with you? No, Dewey said honestly. Not yet.
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It was almost a year ago that Sony Music released Billy Gilman from his
record contract. He was fifteen years old at the time, and was one of six
acts that was released. But he was the only one that I really cared about.

I had the biggest crush on him ever since he released his debut smash
hit “One Voice,” which talked about peace on Earth. I didn’t care what the
song was about, but when I heard the angelic voice of the then-eleven year
old boy, I was in love. Of course, my love intensified when I saw a picture
of him. I tell you, Billy Gilman sure knew how to get a thirteen-year-old’s
cock hard!

In the four years in between Billy’s debut and release, his fan base
dwindled. But my love for him was as strong as ever. And I can honestly say
that no one else may think of him anymore, I think of him many times a
day. He’s been the #1 person in my fantasies for the past few years.
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