Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2021 20:47:14 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: Secrets of Pinewood Heights: The Good Life

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The Good Life (M/b, b/b, M/b/b, oral, anal, threesome, voyeur, orgy)

By Mr.Bunns

I poured myself a drink and sat back down behind my laptop. The hour is
late and my boy is sleeping soundly upstairs hugging his brand new teddy
bear. The time is right for a walk down memory lane and the moment I
pressed the play button on the video I was instantly back under that
Californian sun decades ago when I was but a child myself.

I was an only child to a pair of tree-hugging hippies. I grew up in the
residential area for a university that studies the art of fucking. No, you
did not read that wrong and yes, I assure you such a thing did exist at one
point in this country's fucked up history.

My parents were followers of a man who claimed to know the secret to an
eight-hour orgasm. If that sounds like horse shit to you, that's because it
is. Hundreds of folks like my parents though apparently believed him and
threw down enough money to help him set up shop in California in 1977.

It first started out as a simple hippie commune with all the usual
trappings. Thanks to the state's astonishingly lax regulations on
post-secondary education institutions at the time, it grew to become a
legitimate degree-granting institution. My parents were one of the first
attendees, and a few months later they had me.

I was a lanky kid growing up, three feet eleven and forty-eight pounds with
ear-length blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and tanned skin due to my
tendency to go topless and barefoot at every opportunity. I'd like to think
that I was the more modest of my pals since the rest of the kids would
often run around outside in just their undergarments or tighty-whities. The
more adventurous bunch would also play in the buff all day long, and
flopping wieners and baby minnies were a sight so common that they barely
elicit any response from us at all as we chased each other around the hills
of the pinewood trees behind the campus.

That is until the seventh summer of my young life, where they gather us
kids to witness our first ever "lectures in sensuality" at the main
building's amphitheater. We were all seated on the front row next to our
parents as they brought on a young couple to the stage, who both introduced
themselves to us kids with warm smiles and kind words. I recognized the
woman as my mother's close friend, who had told her that she and her
partner were trying to conceive many times in the past.

The leader of the commune, now calling himself the dean of the campus, then
came onto the stage to talk to us for a few minutes. He explained a lot
about the human reproduction system, the nature of sex, and the mechanics
of conceiving in terms that kids could understand. We were rapt in our
attention, taking in each and every word with reverence before the dean
nodded to the couple to begin the second half of the event.

My innocent eyes watched the man and woman undressed, embraced one another,
and proceeded to have sex right there on the raised podium in front of
us. I gulped down hard while listening to their animalistic howls and watch
their sweaty bodies twist and turn into one another's, tingles running down
my loins and churning around in my tummy. I looked over to my friend Kyle
who looked back and forth between me and the lurid display before him, his
chest rising and falling in an erratic manner to express his great
excitement. I myself was pitching a tent on the front part of my shorts,
and my father placed his large hand on my bare shoulders while assuring me
that what I am feeling is perfectly normal for a growing boy.

Since then playtime between me and my friends became noticeably a lot less
innocent. Girls started liking to hug boys and rubbing their clit against
our hard penises, and boys started grinding against girls' asses while
pretending to play leapfrog. The most common pairing however were boys with
other boys and girls with other girls, apparently feeling much more
comfortable exploring one another's bodies when we are all of the same sex.

One day all the boys who paired off with girls were noticeably absent from
our morning play session over at the pinewood hills only to return that
afternoon flushed from cheek to cheek and grinning from ear to ear. We
crowded all around them and bombarded them with questions, but they all
just giggled and grinned at one another before leaving us with a cryptic,
"You'll find out tomorrow!" I was so excited that I couldn't sleep that
night, and when the morning came I practically leaped out of bed, blazed
through my morning routines, and was out the door before my parents even
finished their first bite of breakfast.

I caught up with my pals at the usual spot under the pine trees on the
hills, and we didn't have to wait long before a group of adults from the
university approached us. They were all either relatives or friends of the
families that we've grown up around so much that we trusted them enough to
herd us together from our spot to the university's main campus. We didn't
even question it when the women separated the girls from us and the men led
the boys to the campus gymnasium right next to the student union building.

The men herded us through the main entrance and towards the shower rooms
that separated the lobby area from the gymnasium's main floor. They then
broke off into smaller groups with two boys to one adult man and each
guided their charges towards the shower nozzles before turning them on. I
was paired off with my best friend Kyle and a friendly bald man with a
bushy beard, who led us to an empty spot in the communal shower room while
chatting the whole way through.

He told us jokes, asked us if the water temperature was too hot, and
generally made sure that we were as comfortable as we possibly could taking
a shower with another man who was not our fathers. He also loved to wash
our lower regions and sniffed them close to his nose. We giggled over the
naughty act and he in turn smiled back at us, the sight of our hard pickles
seemed to excite him as he sported a raging hard-on between his legs.

When the groups departed from the shower room for the doors to the main
hall of the gymnasium we too decided to join them. The bald man shut off
the showers and toweled me and my pal off, taking extra care to dry my
blonde bangs and Kyle's curly brown hair. He then placed his arms around
each of our shoulders as we all walked towards the door and onto the arena
floor proper.

The place had a bit of a makeover that day as floral wreaths and exotic
drapes were hung all around the walls of the gymnasium. Colorful bean bag
chairs littered the floor with each one large enough to comfortably fit two
adults or, as I later found out, one adult man and two little boys. At the
far end of the gymnasium was the dean himself, and he was talking to a
group of young men who looked to be part of a film crew checking up on
their cameras and other equipment.

The dean turned his attention away to greet us all and told us the plan for
the day: the men were all going to teach us how to have sex properly and
the dean will be filming us as part of an educational video. He assured us
that none present was forced to do so if they don't want to and gave us
every opportunity to turn back now if we're not feeling up for it. Judging
by the sly grins exchanged by all the men and boys present as well as the
rock-hard erections they were sporting, I doubted any one of us would take
him up on his offer as the dean chuckled and told us to pick any bean bag
chair we like and get comfortable.

All the boys scrambled towards the chairs around the room with their man
handlers following closely in tow. There were shouts and arguments upon
selecting the chairs as little boys wont to do, but the men proved
themselves capable as they resolved the conflicts faster than they could
form. Before long, twenty-eight large bean bag chairs were filled snugly
with a naked boy on either side of an equally naked man smiling and waving
at the camera as the studio lights turn on and the dean narrated.

The monologue I later discovered was advocating for introducing sexual
awareness to boys who are attracted to their own sex. It raises a point of
never shaming a boy's preferences and never keeping sexuality a secret from
them out of fear of bad elements corrupting their healthy sexual growth. It
was all presented in a formal educational manner, and to this day I find it
hard to argue with the points the old fart made in the preface.

At the time though I tuned out the dean in favor of the bearded bald man,
who had his arms around our shoulders and running his fingers through
Keith's curly brown mop while lovingly rubbing my tanned bare chest with
his large equally tanned hand. My heart was thumping a million miles a
minute and my dick kept on throbbing with barely contained excitement. His
hands traveled down our hairless bodies to tease our equally hairless
genitals, though he declined our advances to play with his equally
rock-hard cock saying that there will be plenty of time for that later.

The dean finished his monologue before stepping away from the camera and
nodded to the rest of us. Like clockwork, each of the men stopped their
fondling and teasing of their respective boys' erogenous zones and reached
back behind the bean bag to pull up a small black satchel. From within they
produced a large tub of lubricants and what I later recognized as sex toys
of various shapes and sizes.

The bald bearded man chose a purple vibrator that looked like a giraffe's
head and an accurate plastic replication of the biggest blackest dick. He
then told me to lie down and for my buddy Kyle to hold my legs up all the
way up to my ears. The man then jammed a single lubed-up finger up my
virgin anus, telling me to relax and breathe deep when I gasped and whined
over the discomfort.

I wasn't the only one who was taken aback by the treatment as all around
the gymnasium were the surprised yelps of my peers. I concentrated on
relaxing my shitter per the bald man's instructions, and soon the
discomfort of the invading digit waned to be replaced with something else
entirely. Tingles of pleasure raced up my spine, and a warm gooey feeling
built up in my belly each time the man prodded my virgin hole.

He asked if I was feeling good, and my grin of delight as I nodded made him
smile. He then introduced a second finger into my hole, and I tensed up
instantly. The man kindly persisted, stroking my cocklet to get me to relax
while continuing to finger bang my poop chute. On and on it went until I
was comfortable enough with four fingers up my pooper, and once the bearded
man was certain I was nice and loose he removed his prodding digits to pick
up the purple plastic giraffe head and shoved its entire length up my
rectum.

I was seeing stars as the purple plastic toy buzzed relentlessly in my
innards. The curved plastic head rested snuggly against my kiddie prostate
and the buzzing only added more delicious tingles building up in my
immature nutsacks. I was arching my back, tossing my head from side to
side, and gripping the fabric of the bean bag while hissing out loud by the
time the man had started lubing up the second dildo in his hand.

Kyle giggled over my exaggerated reaction, but he wasn't laughing for long
when it came to be his turn to have the big black plastic dildo jammed up
his keister. When the man rammed the last few inches of the oversized toy
up his anus, my best friend almost went cross-eyed from the intense
pressure and drooled from the corner of his mouth while snot ran down his
nose. Kyle pounded the bean bag with one fist while holding my hand for
comfort as he closed his eyes and licked his lips to savor the massive
monster buzzing around in his guts.

The video cuts away to a series of images of other boys around the
gymnasium pretty much going through the same ordeal as we had at the
time. One boy was on all fours as a pink plastic dildo jutted out of his
anus to slap around wildly on his asscheeks. Another was whining out loud
as his man pulled a string of oversized anal beads out of his rectum one by
one with an audible pop.

Two boys were penetrated with a double-sided dildo, writhing around on the
bean bag chair in a scissoring position. One of the smaller boys was
squealing incessantly as his man seized him by the armpit and lowered him
onto a nine-inch dildo sticking up from the floor. Another man had his boys
on either side of him, one moaning out loud as he teased his cocklet with a
small vibrator and the other quietly whimpering while the man's hand jerked
him off.

I didn't pay as much attention to the rest of them back then since the man
was now bobbing his head on my crotch to distract me from my pain and
discomfort. The wetness of his mouth on my cock as he rapidly smacked his
lips against my loins was simply overwhelming to my immature senses, and
between that and the thrumming dildo up my ass I was sent barreling over
the edge in a flash. My dry orgasm was turbulent as I shook and spasmed to
each and every wave of delicious tingles rising up from my balls, raising
my small hips to chase more of that wonderful high.

I was gasping and groaning when the man turned his attention to Kyle to
give him the same treatment he gave me. That was when I saw the camera lens
aiming straight for my face, and I couldn't help but weakly stare back with
a shy smile. Years later when I saw the footage I realized that my shy
smile was more of a cheeky grin, prophesizing my future as an insatiable
little boyslut.

Kyle's loud yelp broke me out of my reverie as I turned to see my best
friend dry cumming in the bearded man's mouth. He was holding on to the
back of the man's head and bent his small frame forward to demand more of
the vacuuming mouth on his stubby erection. The man happily obliged and
sucked him all the way down to the base, before Kyle finally let him go to
slump back beside me on the bean bag chair, panting and flushed yet deeply
satisfied.

The man then noticed the camera crew and the dean standing right beside
them. He nodded a silent approval to the man and the man, in turn,
suggested to us to try kissing like an adult. I knew what it meant back
from the show at the amphitheater several days ago, but it never occurred
to me that it was something that we could do as kids up until then.

The man chuckled when I told him as much and leaned in close to instruct me
on what to do. Looking at the footage made me realize that perhaps I was a
little too eager, devouring the man's large tongue like a hungry baby
bird. At the time though I didn't care, because each time our lips smacked
I could feel that wonderful gooey feeling churning around in the pit of my
belly.

Kyle wasn't too eager to french the bearded bald man but he was a lot more
enthusiastic when the man directed him to kiss me. His breath was hot on my
face and his mouth tasted like the lollipop we shared earlier at the
pinewood hills. I'm sure he was just as excited as I was since we
immediately sported boners that we happily ground and humped against one
another's.

The man then joined in for a three-way kissing while taking turns licking
and smacking on our cheeks and necks. It was just as hot watching it on
film as experiencing it firsthand, our tiny little bodies completely
smothered under his beefy, muscular naked frame on that soft bean bag
chair. To this day I still loved the feeling of being completely helpless
and overpowered as a stronger, much larger male had their way with me, and
I suppose that was how it all started.

The bearded man eased back to give us panting boys some breathing room
before looking back at the dean. He was addressing the camera to provide
yet another monologue that I was too woozy from the group kissing and
smothering. Today though I knew precisely what it was: he was introducing
the main segment where the boys will have a full, firsthand lesson in sex
between males.

The bearded man then told the two of us to raise our legs up to our
chests. He then gently removed the buzzing dildos from our anuses, taking
extra care with Kyle's due to the size, before tossing them down to the
gymnasium floor. I could feel a horrible emptiness in my belly that made me
desperate for something, anything really, to plug it back up. Judging from
the way my best friend was looking at me by my side, I knew he was also
wishing for the same thing.

We realized that we were going to get our wishes sooner than we expected
when the man poured a generous amount of lube onto his rock-hard
seven-and-a-half-inch cock before he rolled my curly-haired best friend to
lay belly-to-belly on top of me. He then twined my tanned arms and legs
with Kyle's skinny pale limbs, the two of us looking back at him and
feeling puzzled look as he leaned back to marvel at our bubble butts and
exposed anuses stacked on top of one another. I soon found out why he did
that when my best friend let out a loud yelp as the bald bearded man drove
his entire length up his quivering hole in one smooth motion.

I lay helpless as I watched my friend cried his heart out and could feel
the force of the man pumping his ass hurling him forward. Our tangled limbs
prevented either one of us from escaping, and there was nothing I could do
but cry out as well when I felt what feels like a telephone pole ramming up
my butt. Within seconds the two of us were howling and moaning at each
other with our eyes closed as the bearded man punched up our immature guts
with his big fat dick.

The video revealed that the rest of the gymnasium had joined in about the
same time as it cuts away to a montage of the rest of the boys who lost
their cherries that day. Twenty-eight adult-sized dicks penetrating
forty-six perky little buns, interspersed with various reaction shots of
forty-six howling little boys. Cute little round faces in various states of
shock, gasping and moaning and crying out loud, filled the screen as long
fat cocks stretched their holes to obscene widths.

The two of us were too busy getting our own holes stretched to pay
attention to the camera. We mewled like a pair of kittens, hugging each
other close to seek comfort in our embrace while the bearded man pummeled
our holes without mercy. My hole was on fire and my whines for mercy fell
on deaf ears as the bearded man pistoned into both mine and Kyle's holes
like a machine.

As my best friend drooled on my shoulder and I clawed on his back, the
searing pain quickly subsided to be replaced by something else entirely. I
knew that Kyle felt it too as he began to quiet down and his dick throbbed
hard against my own stiffie. That same gooey feeling from before churned
deep in my belly each time the bald man's dick pressed against my prostate,
and I began developing this itch deep in my rectum that can only be
scratched by the invading knob punching up my guts.

Soon our wails of pain were replaced by moans of pleasure as the man
continued to fuck the two of us with a vengeance. I reached down to spread
Kyle's ass cheeks to allow the bearded fellow to plow his poor fanny
better, and my curly-haired pal stifled my groans with a deep kiss when
it's my turn to have my anus violated. The friction between our skins and
the heat of our bodies made the two of us even hornier than before, and we
devoured each other's tongues as the man slapped his nuts against the
cracks of our asses.

The camera did a great job capturing the desperate lust on Kyle's and my
younger self's faces. It did an even better one when it cuts away into a
montage of the rest of the other boys around the gymnasium. Every single
one of them had passed through the initial pains of the penetration and was
now thoroughly enjoying a rather thorough fucking.

One man was fucking a brown-haired boy on all fours as the little guy
sucked off another brown-haired boy on his knees in front of him. The man
completed the circle by placing his hand on the back of the second boy's
head and pulling him in for a deep kiss. The boy was flushed from cheek to
cheek as the man pounded the first boy's ass rapidly, hurling him forward
to smush his face against his pal's crotch again and again.

Another burly man placed two cute little redheads in a bear hug in front of
him as he rammed his mighty rod repeatedly up one boy's ass while probing
the other kid's hole with all four of his fingers. The two kids' limbs
flailed like a pair of ragdolls with their tongues lolling about, all ten
of their tiny toes stretched wide. The look on their faces was a cross
between terror and lust as they surrendered their helpless bodies to their
captor's every whim.

A pot-bellied man lounged on the bean bag chair while his large hands
seized a smaller boy's hips to slam his ass down to his crotch and at the
same time sucking on the throbbing woodie of a second boy sitting on his
face. Their cute button noses flared up as they flicked their tongues to
lick their ruby red lips, eyes closed and brows all scrunched up. The man
looked at the camera for a brief second before smiling, obviously thanking
his lucky stars for the blessings of two submissive boysluts.

A rather muscular man made a set of twins mount each other to fuck
doggystyle before getting behind the second twin and fucking him from
behind. The look on the dark-haired boy's face was divine, sandwiched
between his brother's perky buns and the man's massive dick with his small
body hurling forward with each powerful thrust of the man's hips. The
muscular man reached around to massage the first twin's testicles and
wanked his stubby erection at the same time, the boy's wails of joy joining
his brother as he supported both of their weights on his small back.

The twins' cacophony was joined by my own as I arched my back to yet
another dry kiddie orgasm. This time the bald bearded man joined in too as
he growled and sprayed my innards with what felt like gallons upon gallons
of his white-hot cum. My belly has never felt so full, and I could feel a
river of his semen flowing out of my distended asspussy.

Both Kyle and I were a sweat-drenched mess, gasping and panting with our
chests heaving from the heavy workout. I looked up through bleary eyes
while stroking my panting buddy's chest and lovingly running my fingers
through his curly brown hair. The bald man was looking down at me, at us
really, with a proud smile. I grinned a cheeky grin, silently telling him I
was ready for more.

More was exactly what the two of us got after the man came back with three
water bottles that we all downed in one go. Once we're all properly
hydrated, the man wasted no time to instruct both of us in the finer arts
of fellatio. Kyle took to it faster than I did, and I wondered if he much
preferred if men used his mouth more than his ass.

The same dick that had rammed itself repeatedly into our collective anuses
was now worshipped by our small tongues and mouths. The musky masculine
smell invaded my nostrils and it was driving me wild. The bald, bearded man
hissed as he lounged on the bean bag chair to watch me gag over his massive
cock and Kyle chewing on his low hanging balls.

He then instructed us in the fine arts of sixty-nining with me lying on top
of Kyle and coming face to face with Kyle's hard little dick. This wasn't
the first time I saw the uncircumcised peg with the angry red knob that
only pops out when he became excited. Never in our playtime together have I
considered putting his dick in my mouth though, and the first time I did I
was rewarded with a familiar warm, wet sensation on my cocklet as Kyle
returned the favor.

We sloppily slurped and sucked on our immature dickies before once again I
felt the man's engorged fuckstick invading my tender hole. I sighed into
Kyle's loins as I bobbed my head to the pounding rhythm my ass was
receiving. When it was Kyle's turn to receive the man's dick, I once again
spread out his asscheeks with my hands to allow the man unlimited access to
his puffy boypussy without once stopping to suck on his slim little sausage
and taut little eggs. My best friend rewarded my efforts by sucking my
genitals whole, devouring the cock and balls into his mouth in one go as
the man pounded his ass into oblivion.

The bald bearded man was not the only one who caught his second wind, for
the video showed another montage where they decided to be more creative
with their boys. Several of the men took to bouncing their boys on their
cocks while walking around to chat up the other couples, talking and
laughing while using the little ones' bodies like they're living
fleshlights. Some even held little contests of endurance to see who could
hold out the longest without cumming into their squealing kids'
cum-drenched holes.

One man borrowed the boys of another sweat-drenched man recovering on a
bean bag chair and added them to the pair he was already fucking. He
arranged all four to penetrate each other before slipping his cock into the
last boy's ass, fucking him hard from the get-go. The quartet of
well-fucked boys let out a chorus of wails as the force of the man's thrust
forced them to penetrate the boy in front of them just as hard, with the
man reaching out to the squealing boy in the lead to tug and massage his
stubby hard erection.

Another man lounged on his back while ramming his rod up into a chubby
boy's perky ass while fingerbanging two boys on either side of him. The
groaning pair sucked on their pal's plump tits like a pair of hungry babies
while the rotund boy himself threw his head back to meet the man's mouth
with his own. His long slim wiener was hard the whole time and flopped
around like a rigid beanstalk to each slap of the man's nuts on his
asscheeks.

One handsome blonde lad was surrounded by three naked men who demanded his
service using his mouth and hands on their angry, throbbing dicks. The
bowl-cut multitasker always made sure to have one dick in his mouth and one
on each hand each time he turns to swallow another rock-hard cock. He was
rewarded with a torrent of fresh hot white cum splattering across his cute
face, and the sweet little imp tittered gleefully as he lapped up all he
could with his tongue.

The soundtrack of the video was filled with the incessant whines of
forty-six little boys, interspersed with the baritone growls of the men and
the wet sound of sweat-soaked skin slapping against sweat-soaked skin. The
video could not convey the smell of cum and male musk permeating the
gymnasium that day though, nor could they deliver the feel of smooth
velvety skin rubbing against each other as well as the soft downy fabric of
the bean bag chairs. To this day I cannot sit down on one of those without
sporting a raging hard-on that just won't quit until I took care of
business with my own hands.

The video did convey perfectly the intensity of the closing moments of our
initiation, with all forty-six of us boys laid in a circle made out of all
of the bean bag chairs in the gymnasium for one last great cumming. Some of
them held hands with the boy next to them while others held each other
tight for comfort, all while the men hopped from one angry red buttholes to
another to obliterate whatever remains of our innocence in our collective
rectums. All of us howled a soprano chorus of joy as we barreled through an
earth-shattering kiddie climax for god knows how many times now, mine being
one of the loudest ones as the bald-headed man once again inundated my
cum-drenched hole with the last of his seeds.

My hole felt wider than a wind tunnel when he pulled his cock out of my
distended boypussy and I felt a torrent of cum spurting out of my violated
hole. The cameraman walked around to take one continuous shot of our tired
yet satisfied faces, healthy flushes of pink cheeks marred by streaks of
sweat, snot, and tears. The dean closed out the shoot with several pears of
wisdom before the camera decided to pan away and zoom on to one of the
panting and gasping children that just happened to be my younger self.

I couldn't help it and flashed a cheeky grin while giving out a double
peace sign with my two hands.

That was how the video on my laptop ended, though my life went on after the
screen turned dark. We left the gymnasium long after the sun went down, and
the men delivered us back to our parents with words of high praises. My
mother washed me off thoroughly in the bath that night and kissed me on the
forehead to congratulate me for being a man, albeit a little man she
hastily added, before tucking me in for the night.

Sex became a part of our play ever since that day, and it didn't take long
for a game of hide-and-seek to turn into a game of hide-and-suck. We didn't
even bat an eye anymore when two or three kids broke off from our group,
giggling while holding hands to walk over to the nearby bushes. In fact, a
kid would end up being very lucky upon inspecting one of the giggling
bushes of the pinewood hills, since the horny boys and girls hiding in them
can quickly turn a play session into a threesome or a foursome or even a
full-blown kiddie orgy.

I often wondered now as an adult if this was the dean's vision for how the
world should be. I never got the answer due to the campus being shut down
by the Californian government. All good things come to an end, as they say,
and in the summer of 1997 that good thing turned out to be the university
itself.

The main campus was now a public elementary school building where I drive
my boy to school every morning. The pinewood hills were still there, though
a lot of the trees were trimmed to make way for proper play facilities for
the kids. Not a single one of those kids knows the history of those bushes
they are still using to play hide and seek in. Well, that is, save for one.

Some of the dean's visions survived until this day, however. My best friend
Kyle along with many of the boys in our group grew up to join the real
estate business, and he offered me to join him in his lucrative
enterprise. We were successful in spite of the housing market crises and
soon grew to become a formidable force in the industry.

There was not a single day where we didn't pine for those carefree
childhood days under the Californian sun, though. Eventually, we pooled our
resources together and pulled some strings to recreate that wonderful
playground of joy and sex that we all grew so fond of growing up.  We
called it Pinewood Heights, after the pinewood hills where we used to
gather as children so many years ago.

Ah, if only the walls of these suburban homes could talk!

But that is enough nostalgia for one night. My drink is almost out and my
son is smiling at me from my home office door. He was naked save for the
brand new teddy bear he was hugging tight in front of him to cover up his
modesty. The cheeky monkey knew what I was doing tonight and waited until I
was good and horny before springing himself onto me.

Life is good.

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