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Boy on a Plate.

By John T. S. Teller.

3^rd course -- Cool Kid, served with a hint of emotion.

I was surprised that Mr Ambridge wasn't mad at me when I told him I couldn't meet him on Saturday when I made the excuse that an uncle was spending the weekend with us and I had to be at home when he arrived. He'd just patted me on the head and said, "That's OK, Darren. Another time eh?"

I nodded. "Yes Sir." And that was that. And on the Friday, I think I found out why. Our chemistry teacher, Miss Leese, asked me to get some pipettes from the general storeroom, which is right at the end of the school block. I know it well, because Mr Ambridge has sucked me off in there quite a few times. He's also used the sports storeroom, which is right next door to the general storeroom, and as I was making my way to get the pipettes, just as I turned the corner at the end of the corridor, I stopped dead in my tracks and quickly shot back around the corner to hide myself. And then I peered around the corner to watch Mr Ambridge, with his hand on Aaron Chandler's fucking arse, go into the sports storeroom. The two-timing bastard!

The clock in McDonalds says ten minutes to eleven. Although I've still got some of Craig's money left, I decide not to order anything just in case Craig wants to buy me something. If anybody asks, I'll say I'm waiting for somebody.

Craig. I haven't stopped thinking about him since we met on Wednesday. Well, he's certainly different than that two-timing bastard, Ambridge! Poor Chandler. Although he's two years older than me, I'm pretty sure his arse isn't big enough to get Ambridge's cock up him. But that's why Ambridge wants him. I'm sure of it. He's been wanting to fuck me since he taught me how to wank off that day when we were in the sports storeroom. He didn't mess about. He must have sensed I was ready for it. When he made me go up the stepladders and shoved his hand up my trouser leg and grabbed my cock, I was shocked. But it was nice. All the time he was fingering my cock, he was whispering to me how special I was, and that I was the very first ten-year-old ever to graduate to his school early because I was so clever, and how I was well forward in everything and not just school stuff, and that I should relax and enjoy it, and that I should experience things like the older boys did. But he's as thick as pigshit. It never crossed his mind that a kid with an IQ of 157 could work all that stuff out without him telling me. The reason his hand was up my trousers and he didn't have my foot in his face was because he was a fucking pervert and I was enjoying what he was doing. But, give him his due, when it came down to pure sex, his IQ was well above average, and I'll never forget the feeling of cumming for the very first time as he did me like a real expert. He knew exactly what to do. I'd tried many times, but I hadn't managed to do what he did. But the feeling of somebody else's fingers wanking me while he tickled my arsehole was the key to it happening, and I nearly fell off the stepladder when the sensations hit me and my legs went wobbly. And then I was hooked. Everything we did went from that moment, and when we got to trust each other, and especially when he signed me in school when I wasn't, I reckoned I was getting a bargain, because, even though I'm really clever, I don't like school. It isn't challenging enough, and I'm bored most of the time. But sex never bores me. So that's why Ambridge has free licence to do things to me.

Craig. He's different than the others. I like Craig. Really like him. He's nice. He's certainly good looking, and he's got a lovely cock. I've never touched one with the skin cut off before. It's like one of those dildos you see on the internet. It's curved and not too thick, and the knob is perfectly clean. When we were in the den, I wanted to suck it. Maybe I'll get to do that today. If he turns up, that is. Maybe he won't come. I hope he does. I've been thinking about what we can do if he does. He can put his cock up me again. That was fantastic! Right at the moment I was cumming, he pushed it in me. I felt it plop inside me, and it didn't really hurt, even though it felt like I was having a shit when he pulled it out. It sort of made my insides quiver even more when he pushed it in and I came. But the funny thing is that we didn't talk about it. I can't get over that. Why?  We'll do it again today if he comes. He'll have gel and stuff to make it easy. He can lick my arsehole as well. I've made sure I had a crap and then a bath before I left home. And I shoved a finger right up my arse to make sure I cleaned any shit away. What will that be like; having a tongue up my arse?

Oh my God! He's here! He looks different. He's wearing just a t-shirt and shorts because it's hot, and he's got lovely, well-shaped hairy legs above the Nike trainers he's wearing without socks. He's really fucking handsome! Just think... in just a short while he might be fucking me! He'll certainly be sucking me off, and have his tongue up my arse. Wow! Bring it on lover boy! I wish I'd put some underpants on now because my cock has gone rock hard! Who's a lucky boy, then?

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He's there. Thank God for that! So, he hasn't pissed me about. Good boy! And he's just as gorgeous as I remembered him. In fact, in his England shirt and white shorts and short white socks that protrude just above his white trainers, and with his blond hair, he's a little stunner! I reach his table and smile into the face that's smiling at me. "It's good to see you. I didn't know whether you'd be here or not. Do you want something to eat?"

"Double cheeseburger and fries please, and a chocolate milk shake."

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Hah hah. He's really grinning at me when I ask for the chocolate milk shake. But I did say it with a twinkle in my eyes, and now we're both thinking the same thing: the holes it will eventually come out of. He goes and stands in the queue, which gives me time to study him. The shorts he's wearing show off his well-muscled, hairy legs, and I would say he's about six foot tall in old money as my mum says. The rest of him is well built, too, and his forearms are nicely covered in soft, downy hair. When we're naked, I'm going to enjoy rubbing my skin over him. He's got a nice bum underneath the white shorts. I wonder if he'll let me fuck him. Why not? He wants to fuck me, so why shouldn't I get to fuck him? That little boy who was about nine in one of Ambridge's videos fucked that tattooed bloke he was with. The bloke sat on him and worked him off while he was up him. I wonder if Craig's got any videos. I like videos. Perhaps he'll have some different ones. He'll have a PC. Everybody's got a PC. I'll take him to some of the porn sites I go to. If he's got a webcam, I'll hook up with Thunderballs and Buttman to show them what I'm doing. They've only seen me on my own yet. Maybe he'll let me piss on him again. That was fantastic. Nearly every wank I've had since I met Craig has been me thinking about pissing on him. I like piss. It's as sexy as spunk. If I can get Craig in me, I want him to piss in me. I'd best push my cock down. I'm hard as nails again.

He's being served now. He's coming back now. He's a really handsome sod. I did well to get him. Who's a lucky boy then? Darren Wright is.

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There are quite a few kids in here, but none of them is as nice as Darren. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off him, and I'd go home and have a wank over him. But the reality is that I'll be taking him home soon. This delicious boy, who's now chomping on his cheeseburger and fries and grinning at me every time he takes a drink from his chocolate milkshake, has had my cock in him already. Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth to look at him, but I reckon some of my spunk might be doing that later. He likes cocks, and he likes spunk. Those wide, full, sexy lips were made for sucking my cock. If we make an item, I'll teach him to suck cock properly. But he'll have to keep those lovely big teeth away from it. They're like the whites of his eyes around the cobalt blue pupils; perfect.

We chat about what's happened to us since we met on Wednesday. He tells me that he's been thinking about me since we met, which is nice, and I whisper to him that I went back to the den after he left and had another wank over him.

He laughs at that, and whispers, "You kinky sod!"

I laugh back at him and whisper, "Wait `till we get back to my place. I'll show you what kinky really is!"

He gurgles with laughter at that, and whispers, "I'll bet I'm kinkier than you!"

"How much will you bet?"

He leans over, still chuckling away. "You can lick my arse."

I look him straight in the eyes. "No deal. I'm going to do that anyway."

Now his eyes are serious. "Hurry up and finish that burger."

I'm like a kid his age when we hasten to finish our meal, and he even leaves half his milk shake so we can quickly make our way to my car. It's a twenty minute drive to my place, and we spend it rubbing each other's cocks and legs whenever it's safe to do so. We arrive at my bungalow, and I look again directly into his beautiful eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

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Is he joking! Am I sure! God, I've been wanting this since we parted. I've wanked and wanked thinking about him, and now he asks if I'm sure! I look into his brown eyes, and I nod. "Yes. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Are we safe here?"

Craig smiles. "Yes. Nobody ever comes here at weekends, and after I've put the car in the garage, I'll lock the doors to be safe. I've left the blinds drawn, and nobody can see us going in."

I look around at the place. It's a lot nicer than our three bedroomed semi-detached, and it's more secluded. Once we turned into the drive, nobody could see us because of the shrubs around the place. I open the door and get out of the car and look at him. "Come on!"

He opens the garage doors and drives the car in, pulls down the doors and locks them. Then he walks beside me with his hand on my shoulder and leads us to a side door. He opens the door with his key and beckons for me to go in, shuts the door, and pushes home two sturdy bolts, and suddenly I feel scared. I think he sees I am, and he stops. He smiles at me. "I'm not a murderer, and I promise I won't do anything you don't want to do. I'll even run you home now if you say you want to go. You're going to have to trust me sometime."

I sense the sincerity in his gentle voice, and it eases my fears. "It's OK. It was when you bolted the doors that scared me."

He puts his hands on my shoulders again, and looks into my eyes. "I'll undo them if you want. The only reason I did it is because my mother has a key to that door. I don't for a minute think she'll come, but if she does, she'll not see the car, and when she tries that door and finds it bolted, she'll think I'm out. So... do you want to stay?"

I grin at him. "Where's the bedroom?"

He laughs. "Why don't we have a bath first?"

I give him a sexy look. "I had one before I came out. I'm clean."

Craig giggles. "You're the sexiest sod I've ever met!"

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Darren is an amazing boy. The moment we get in the bedroom, he's stripping as fast as he can - discarding his clothes untidily on the floor - and he gets on the bed on his knees with his head resting on the pillow, his legs straddled, and he's pulling his arse cheeks wide, revealing the rosebud and a glimpse of his red tunnel. Talk about an invitation! This boy wants it badly, and I'm not about to disappoint him.

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I've never felt as horny as I do when we get in the bedroom. The blinds are drawn, and it's semi-dark. I've already had a wank in the bath thinking about this moment, and now it's come true. What will Craig do first? Put his tongue up me, or fuck me? I don't care; all I want is him doing something to my arsehole. I don't even look at him as I hear him taking his clothes off. He's getting on the bed. He's behind me. He's pushed his hand between my legs and is pulling my cock down. It's the tongue! Oh my God! The tongue!

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Thank goodness Darren is a slim boy. Now he's pulled his cheeks wide, I can easily get to his anus. I lie behind him, grab his rigid cock, pull it down, and immediately his foreskin rolls off the swollen head. I lick it, and then run my tongue along the length of his lovely, long cock; suck his balls gently, move my tongue to his perineum, and lick that greedily. He pushes back at me, and I know he wants it in the lovely hole, which my nose is stroking on each upstroke. There's a smell of anti-perspirant, which partly masks the boyish sweat and a hint of shit aroma, so I know he's prepared himself for this. Time to reward my beautiful boy.

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Oh God! His tongue is inside me. He's not let go of my cock, but it's my hole that's giving me the most pleasure. It's a strange sensation; tickling but sexy, and when he pushes his face at me and I feel the tongue go deeper, I can't help but waggle my arse at him. I want that fucking tongue even deeper! He must be having difficulty getting his breath, because I can hear him snuffling loudly, and he keeps taking his tongue out to get his breath back. But he keeps coming back at me. I'm wet down there now. I can feel it on my balls and cock. He must be slobbering so much that his spit is running down me. Now he's sucking my arsehole! How the fuck is he managing that? The tongue goes right in, and when he takes it out, he's sucking my hole! He must be feeling as horny as I am!

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I've lost it big style now! I want to eat this boy pussy! I know Darren is enjoying it because he's pushing so hard at my face, and he's making lovely, erotic, sexy noises. I'm so fucking horny that I can feel precum oozing from me and onto the duvet, but satisfying this boy is my first job. While I'm plunging my tongue into his hole, and then sucking his ringpiece so hard that I'm giving out squeaks like a mouse, I'm also wanking him hard. He's thrashing about now, out of control, and I feel his lovely cock pulsate, and his anus opens and dilates on my fully inserted tongue as he reaches the ultimate moment, and he begins to squeal like a baby.

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Some things are beyond description, and the feelings that surge through me are beyond anything I've ever experienced before, and I can't help crying and bawling like a baby as they flood through everything down there. Even my tits feel as if they're on fire, and my teeth are ringing as I cry myself to the greatest cum of my life.

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Darren lies snuggled in my arms, stroking the hair on my chest while I kiss the soft, blond hair on his head and run my hands over the soft curves of the beautiful boy I've just sexually satisfied. He lifts his head and stares into my eyes. I smile at him, and then kiss his eyes, and I can taste the saltiness of his now drying tears. He lifts his head higher, and our lips touch gently. We share our first kiss; a soft togetherness kiss. He smiles again, and then puts his head back on my shoulder. I hug him. He relaxes completely as I stroke him.

Completely at ease, and also very pleased with myself for giving this small boy so much pleasure, I think back to my times with David and Paul. They had been good times, and I had enjoyed them. But they were different than Darren: older and more mature. They were in full puberty, but Darren is just getting there. Despite his bravado and gregarious sexuality, he's still a child. Yes, he knows what he is, and I've no intention of denying him anything he wants, but I won't do to him what I did to David and Paul in the manner I did it, which was to take from them what I wanted. Well, not yet I won't. If this association is to last for a while, I'll need to lead him gently to the fruits of homosexuality. We're different, he and I. I want him because he's a boy, but he will grow up to be a proper homosexual, and there will come a time, because he's too old for me, when I won't want him. But that's a long way away.

Darren's breathing has changed. Now it's slow and even, as if he's asleep. Is he? I lift his head slightly. He is! How lovely!  I've read about boys falling asleep after sex, but this is the first time it's ever happened to me, and it really is a wonderful experience. I've read that it happens after a young boy's deepest sexual experiences, and it seems as though I've just given that to Darren. My own cock begins to subside, and sexual thoughts are disappearing, replaced with affectionate ones for this boy who is in my arms. I never intended that to happen! I wait a short while, disentangle myself from his embrace, and very slowly get off the bed. Although it's not cold, he might become cold if I leave him naked and alone. I reach up into the top box of my wardrobe and take out a light travel rug and place it over his naked body. And still he sleeps. I sit on the edge of the bed and study him. He really is beautiful. His full, rosy lips vibrate to his gentle breathing. I lean close and breathe in his warm breath; I kiss the softness of his cheek, and then I get up, pick up my shorts and leave the bedroom.

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Where am I? In a dark room. On a bed. I'm naked and have a blanket over me. Oh my God! Yes! Craig did me big style. I must have fallen asleep. I've never done that before, but I've never had sex like that before either. He made me cry! He made me fucking cry! Oh, fuck! It was beyond beautiful. It was fantastic. He's not in bed. Where is he?

The blinds in the big room are half open, and it's much lighter in here. He's on a sofa, reading a newspaper and having a smoke. He looks up at me and smiles. I smile back at him. He holds out his hand to me. I go to him and he snuggles me on his knee and strokes my body all over. Then he asks, "Do you want a fag?"

I notice that the one he has is still quite long, so I take it from him, take a deep drag, and then blow smoke in his face. He giggles and wafts the smoke away with his free hand. I decide to tease him with a word I've discovered. "Now you've got two fags on your knee."

He giggles again. "That's nice. Did you sleep well?"

I look into his smiling, teasing eyes. "Uhuh. Did you do anything to me while I was asleep?"

His face is now serious, and he shakes his head. "No. I told you, I won't do anything you don't want. Permission only in your case."

I take anther drag of the cigarette and then place it in his lips so he can take a drag. "If I fall asleep again, you have my permission to do what you want with me."

He blows the smoke in my face, and grins. "Kinky!"

I laugh. "I told you I was. We aren't finished, are we?"

I get a pretend stern look. "I would hope not! A boy your age should be able to do it at least three times a day."

I laugh at him. "Six or seven actually! I did it in the bath before I left home, and the one you've just done. I've got five lives left at least." Craig giggles, and I ask, "What's so funny?"

Through his giggles, he says, "You'd be my little boy pussy if you could do it nine times."

I'm puzzled. "I don't get it."

He grins at me. "Cats have nine lives. Cats. Boy pussy. You've got one. Geddit?"

I laugh. "You like my boy pussy?"

He stares wide-eyed at me. "Like! I adore it! I want to eat it!"

Now I'm really laughing. "You just did."

Suddenly, Craig's face becomes serious, and his voice is gentle. "I know. Was it nice?"

I look into his eyes, lift my head up, and tell him the truth. "It was the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me. Thank you."

He takes the cigarette from me, stubs it out in the ashtray on the table beside the sofa, folds his arms around me and pulls me close, and his face is close to mine. We're looking into each other's eyes when he asks, "Can I kiss you properly? I mean really kiss you, with tongues and that?"

Kissing a man has never been on my agenda before. All I've wanted was sex, but there's something different about Craig. He's nice, and I really do want to kiss him even though I don't know much about kissing. Still looking into his lovely brown eyes, I nod. He places his hand behind my head and draws me to him. Our lips meet, and he caresses my lips with his. I return his kiss. Our mouths open wider. His tongue flicks out. I flick mine out at him. They meet. We play tongues for a while. The hand behind my head pulls me closer. The kiss firms. I put my arms around Craig's head and pull us even closer. Our mouths open and we come together in a passionate kiss, which becomes even more passionate when he starts to wank me. I open my legs to give him access, and his fingers are all over me down there.

He breaks the kiss and looks into my face. "Shall we go back to the bedroom?"

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Darren is breathless and his eyes are semi-glazed as he looks into my eyes, and his voice is husky when he answers my question. "Yes."

He gets up from the sofa and holds out his hand. I take it and get up, put my arm around his shoulder, and he puts his around my waist, and we walk into the bedroom. I expected him to lie on the bed for me to suck him off, but instead, he pushes me onto it and lies on top of me, looking down into my face. I can feel his hard cock on my belly, and my stiff rod is clutched between his thighs. He lowers his head. Our lips meet again, his mouth opens wide, and he pushes his tongue deep into my mouth. Gently, I push his head away and suck the saliva from it. He pushes it back into my mouth again, and I repeat the process. His eyes are closed as we continue doing this for a while, and then he suddenly breaks the kiss and rubs his face around mine. Then he leaves my face and pushes himself down until he's kissing my nipples, and he rubs his face in the hairs of my chest. Lower he goes. I lie back and wait to see what it is he wants to do. Now he's rubbing his nose from side to side in my pubic hairs, and my stiff cock is rubbing under his chin. He goes lower until my cock is by his lips. He sniffs around it like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat. Tiny slithers of precum stick to each nostril, and he sniffs that too. His hands grasp my cock and he kisses the end of it. His tongue comes out and he licks precum from my piss slit and savours it on his tongue. Then he begins to lick my knob all over, slurping his way up my fraenum a number of times. I can see him looking at my cock, wondering which part to lick next. Then he opens his mouth wide, and I watch my knob disappear into the wonder of his hot, wet mouth, and I lie back and bask in the wonders of once again having my cock sucked by a boy.

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Cocks. I love cocks. Mens' cocks that is. There's something about them that fascinates me; that makes me super horny. The number of times I've wanted to go to the local bogs and suck cock is lots, but always the fear of getting disease has made me hold back. But Craig is different. He's super clean, and he's only been with boys, and his cock is gorgeous. His knob is really shiny when it's wet and gorged, and I sniff and lick off the precum that's oozing out of his piss hole. It tastes and smells musky -- male musky that sends a shiver of lust through me. I want his cock. I want the spunk that comes out of it. I want it badly, and I slip my lips around it. I want it deeper into me. Spunk. I want his spunk. I like spunk. I want his hot spunk spurting into the back of my throat, filling my mouth until it overflows. My own cock is rock hard at the thought of it, and as I push my lips on and off Craig's cock, I match the rhythm by humping at the duvet under me. I need to be careful of my teeth. That's what you have to do when you're sucking somebody off. Well, that's what they say. Actually, I want to bite Craig's cock. Bite it in half and eat it. I want cock. I want spunk... desperately! I'm fucking gay, and it's fantastic being gay and having a beautiful cock in your mouth and wanting the spunk out of it!

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Darren is doing a good job. His lips are curled behind his teeth as he bobs up and down on my knob. The boy is good. He's slobbering, and his saliva is running down my cock onto his two hands that are grasping it. I haven't got a big cock, and one hand would do the job, but Darren is in charge. He's gripping me really tightly, and I know he's enjoying this. I look down and watch his head bobbing on and off me, and I see him humping the bed at the same time. In fact, he's almost thrashing about down there. He seems to be lost again in a sea of sexuality. I can't stand it any longer, and I begin to fuck his mouth. His movements are becoming slightly disjointed, so I try to help him by matching his bobbing head. It's not working, so I grasp his head in my hands and roughly shove my knob in and out of his mouth. The feelings build. I really should push him off me, but I want to shoot my spunk into his lovely, wet, delicious hot mouth. I'm going to give it to him whether he wants it or not. Sorry, Darren, my sweet, delicious young boy. I can't stop now!

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Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! It's filling my mouth! It's hot and thick and slimy and beautiful! Spurt after spurt of it! Hitting the back of my throat! I'm gagging and swallowing at the same time! He won't let me off! It's running out of my mouth and out of my nose and down my hands! I'm trying to get off him, but he won't let me! My eyes are watering! I'm choking! He pulls me off him and I can breathe! He's still spurting spunk! It hits my face and mouth! I can't take my eyes off it even though it's splattering me around the eyes! I direct it where I want on my face! I want his spunk on me! I love spunk! I love Craig's spunk! It's wonderful! It's fucking wonderful! He's grabbed my hair on the back of my head now, and he's rubbing his cock all over my face, working his gorgeous spunk into my forehead and my eyes and my cheeks and my nose and my lips and my chin! I'm still humping at the bed, and I feel my own feelings boil over into a tremendous climax down there when he forces his cock back into my mouth and rolls it around, ignoring the fact that my teeth are scraping over it! Yessss! Yesssss! I've cum without wanking just because I've got spunk all over me from this gorgeous man cock, but even more, because he's just made me have it! Really made me have it! Oh yes, Craig has just fucked my mouth big style, and I've loved every moment of it! This is just absolutely fucking fantastic! Oh, fucking jeezus! Oh, fucking hell!

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Darren's spunk covered face stares down into mine as he says, "You kinky sod!"

We stare into each other's eyes for a long time, and then I open my mouth wide and shove my tongue out. He wipes the spunk off his face onto my tongue and then sucks the spunk off my tongue into his mouth, and he keeps repeating it until his face is almost clean.  Then he opens his mouth and lowers it onto mine. I close my eyes and rub our mouths together, tasting the saltiness of myself. I push him away and look into his eyes. I nod. "I know I'm kinky. But was it nice?"

Darren nods. "You made me cum without wanking myself off!"

"Because it was so sexy?"

Again he nods. "Because it was so sexy. I've never met anybody like you."

I kiss his salty lips. "And I've never met anybody like you, Darren. You're wonderful. I'm beginning to like you more than I should."

Darren's face softens. "I'm feeling the same. I've never kissed anybody before, and I've never met anybody before who I'd let do what you've just done to me. Am I a freak?"

I shake my head. "No Darren. You're not a freak. You're kinky and gay like I am. Come on. Let's take a shower."   

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To be continued...

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