Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2020 06:21:58 +0000
From: Interrobangbang <Interrobangbang@protonmail.com>
Subject: What Are Friends For - Part 2

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about a couple of teenage boys
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Gay (m/m)


What Are Friends For?

By Interrobang


I first learned about jerking off when I was twelve, and I was shocked one
night to discover that frantically rubbing on my little cock would
ultimately lead to an overwhelmingly awesome sensation, and an eruption of
milky goo out of my penis. I already felt like a weirdo because I wasn't
interested in girls the way my friends were, and had no idea what this new
feeling was or what it meant, never mind what the stuff shooting out of my
dick might be.

Thankfully, when I told my best friend, Adam, about it, he didn't know what
it was either, but he took my suggestion and tried rubbing his own cock to
see if the same thing happened to him, and it did! During a camping trip
with his older cousins, they taught him about jacking off and about
cumming, and said all guys did it, and it was totally normal.

When Adam got back from his camping trip, he filled me in on everything
he'd learned, to my great relief. I still felt like I was different, but at
least as far as my body was concerned, I was completely normal. Adam and I
even jerked off together for the first time right there and then, and it
was awesome. Eventually, we told the rest of our friends about our new
revelation, and pretty soon we were all jerking off together whenever we'd
have sleepovers or camp-outs, though it never went further than that.

Over the next couple of years, we still jacked off together from time to
time, but as the novelty wore off, it became less a feature of our
sleepovers, and more of an occasional fun throwback. Don't get me wrong, we
all still did it all the time in private, just not as much together.

I, for one, enjoyed jerking off at least twice a day, nearly everyday. I
was also fascinated by, and closely monitored, the growth of my own
penis. By the time I turned 14, what started out as a hairless little
3-inch boy nail had grown into a respectable 5-inch teen cock. I even had a
nice little patch of pubes above my dick, which I watched grow with great
interest.

I also knew that I was definitely different to the rest of my friends. Not
only had my interest in girls never developed, I increasingly found myself
fantasizing about my friends and other boys while jacking off. I eventually
accepted, albeit extremely reluctantly, that I was gay. It was still
dangerously stigmatized in society, though, and I was nowhere near ready to
tell anyone. Instead, I quietly coveted my male friends even as some of
them were starting to hang out more with girls and even have girlfriends.

During the summer after my fourteenth birthday, I still hung out with a lot
of my same neighborhood friends. In those days, there still wasn't much to
do as a young teenager, especially in my area. So, many of our days were
spent, just as when we were twelve, hanging out at each other's houses,
playing videogames, riding around the neighborhood on our bikes or
skateboards, and getting into considerably more mischief, now that we were
bigger and bolder considerably more reckless.

One day we were playing around at the local high school, which had outdoor
hallways and lots of stairs and hills, so it was ideal for skateboarding,
riding bikes, and all sorts of other activities. It was me, my best friend
Adam, his little brother Marcus, and another of our friends, Elijah. As
dumb boys are prone to do, we were trying to one-up each other by climbing
onto more and more difficult surfaces: up on an equipment shed, up on the
office roof, etc.

Adam, being the bone-headed daredevil that he was, managed to get up onto
the awning of one of the taller buildings, and was showing off with silly
faux-martial arts moves, stupid dances, and feats of irresponsible
acrobatics, much to all of our amusement. It was during one of these latter
demonstrations that Adam lost his footing, slipped, and fell off of the
awning to the concrete below. It wasn't a terrible distance to fall, but he
managed to land just wrong, putting out his hands to break his fall, and in
the process, breaking both his wrists, as well as fingers on both hands.

The injury was sickening, stunning all of us into silence, with the
exception of Adam, who was cursing the pain. We eventually snapped out of
our horror, and managed to help Adam to his feet: thankfully, he was able
to walk on his own. We walked with him back home and delivered him to his
mother, who predictably was apoplectic. In the end we all got grounded by
our parents, and Adam ended up with casts covering both his forearms and
most of both hands, save a few fingers.

Fortunately, Adam's accident occurred during the early part of our summer
vacation, so he would be recovered well in time for the new school
year. Unfortunately, it meant he was out of commission for all sorts of
standard summertime activities and festivities, leaving him bored and
miserable for six full weeks of unrecoverable summertime freedom. Plus, I
suspected, as a teenage boy in the throws of hormonal upheaval, he must be
mourning the loss of one freedom in particular, the one thing a boy can
always resort to when bored, or stressed, or unable to sleep: masturbation.

For the first couple of weeks, Adam seemed to be coping fairly well, all
things considered. I got grounded for a week, but once my restriction was
lifted, I visited Adam everyday, with some of the others popping in once or
twice as well. Before long, though, the rest of the gang got back to the
business of enjoying their summer, the lucky ones even getting out of Dodge
for family vacations.

A couple weeks into his recovery, Adam's pain had subsided, and he was
technically able to hang out with the rest of us, though with
limitations. Even so, he seemed moody and downtrodden, and would often cut
out early to go back home home. Sometimes, I would stick around to keep
having fun with the others, but more often than not, I would accompany him
back home. He would sit on his bed, and I would sit on his bean bag chair,
and we'd watch movies, or play games that didn't require use of his hands,
or just bullshit about this or that. He was my best friend, after all, and
I wanted to keep him company in his recovery. Still, as the weeks dragged
on, his mood got more and more dour.

One rainy day, Adam called me up and invited me over to hang out. His dad
was at work, and his brother had accompanied his mom to run errands, so he
had the place to himself for a couple of hours. We hung out in his bedroom
as usual, and decided to watch a movie from his VHS collection. I threw on
one of the Friday the 13th movies, which I picked 'cause we both loved
slasher flicks, and besides, I misguidedly thought he'd appreciate the de
rigueur scenes of topless chicks.

It was right around one such scene that I noticed Adam fidgeting next to
me.

"Uh, hey, Adam?"

"What's that, Ben?" he automatically answered back, albeit with a strained
discomfort in his voice.

"You alright, there, buddy?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, unconvincingly. Nevertheless, I let it be,
and went back to watching the movie, laughing and joking about the
outlandish kill scenes. However, when another T&A scene came up, Adam
started fidgeting again, this time worse than before.

"Dude, are you sure you're alright?" I asked, troubled.

"I said I'm fine!" he shot back. I knew he wasn't, but I let it lie anyway.

It didn't last, though. As some blonde chick with big tits was making out
with one of the male counselors, just before Jason showed up to brutally
murder them each in turn, Adam got up and turned off the movie.

"Uhhhh...," I said, annoyed.

"Ben, I gotta ask you something, but you gotta promise not to freak out,"
Adam said, seriously, returning to sit on his bed.

"Uh, OK, what?" I responded, suspiciously.

"Seriously, you gotta promise you won't freak out," he insisted.

"OK, OK, I promise. Now, what?"

Adam steeled himself, gathering his courage.

"Alright, I feel like I'm going crazy. I..." he began, sighing before
continuing. "I haven't been able to jack off in like a month, and this
shit," indicating the movie, "is driving me crazy."

"Ohhhh, OK" I began, chuckling lightly. "Yeah, I was wondering about
that. How've you been holding up?"

"It's awful! I've tried like a million times, but I can't do it with these
fucking casts on. I keep on getting hard all the time, and every time I try
to jack off, I can't get a proper grip, and my fucking casts keep scraping
up against it, which hurts like hell. I just keep getting more irritated
and, like antsy, like my skin is crawling... God, I fucking hate it!"

I shook my head, knowingly, still lightly chuckling. "Dude, I'm sorry."

"It's not funny! It's driving me crazy. I feel like I'm gonna fucking
burst!" he implored. He actually looked like he might start crying, and
buried his face in his hands. Suddenly, I realized how badly it was
affecting him.

"Dude, I'm really sorry. That sucks. How long before you get your casts
off?" I asked.

"Not for another two weeks! Seriously, I don't know if I can make it that
long."

"Shit, that sucks. So, what are you gonna do?" I asked. He didn't answer
for a moment.

"Well, I was hoping... I mean, I was wondering...," he started, sighing
heavily, and rubbing his eyes with his few free fingers.

"I know this is gonna sound so super weird," he continued, "but... would
you be willing to, like... help me out?" he finally asked, his eyes looking
down, but glancing up repeatedly to gauge my reaction, which was one of
shock and disbelief.

"What? You mean... you want me to, like... jerk you off?!" I asked,
incredulous.

In answer, he simply looked up at me, eyes pleading.

"Duuuude," I simply said.

"I know, I know, I know, it's super weird, but I don't know what else to
do. Please, Ben, you're my best friend, and I would totally do it for you
if it were the other way around."

I found that doubtful, but I at least recognized how hard it must have been
to ask me for this favor. Meanwhile, I was feeling extremely conflicted. Of
course, I knew I was gay, so that part of me was incredibly excited at the
opportunity to actually touch another boy's cock. On the other hand, I was
deeply closeted, and even though he was asking me outright, I was very
hesitant to do anything that might betray my hidden sexuality. Besides, he
was my best friend, so I always sorta compartmentalized our relationship
away from my sexuality, terrified as I was of him finding out and it
ruining our friendship.

"Please, dude!" he begged.

After a few more conflicted moments, that I'm sure were agonizing for Adam,
I made up my mind.

"Dude, you're gonna so owe me for this," I finally answered, and
immediately saw relief wash over Adam's face.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, alright," I said, resigned.

"Oh my god, thank you. Seriously, I'll give you whatever you want."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," I said under my breath, as I stood up from
the beanbag chair I was nestled into. Adam still sat on the edge of the
bed, looking up at me.

"Alright," I said, sighing in resignation. "How should we do this?"

Adam didn't answer, but stood up. He was dressed in a loose, gray,
long-sleeve t-shirt, and baggy jeans, as befit the style at the time. His
confined hands lifted up the front of his shirt to expose the button of his
jeans. His face betrayed his nerves, or maybe anticipation, at what what
about to happen. Whatever mix of emotions were sloshing around in his head,
it had the effect of causing his hands to shake slightly, which, considered
his limited range of motion with them already, made it difficult for him to
undo the button on his jeans.

"Here, let me help," I offered.

"Thanks," he said meekly, a nervous smile flashing on his face for just a
moment.

He kept one hand up, holding the hem of his baggy shirt above his navel,
revealing his soft, pale midriff. I reached out and gently opened the
button of his jeans, lowering the zipper to expose the white boxer shorts
beneath. I grabbed a handful of the slack material on either side of him,
and lowered the jeans down, crouching as I brought them down to his
ankles. He probably could have kicked them off on his own, but I proceeded
as though a parent helping undress his child for bath time. I tapped first
one calf and then the other, prompting him to lift the corresponding foot
so I could remove the pants entirely.

I rose back up, following his legs with my eyes as I did. The boy couldn't
tan for the life of him, as his pale legs attested to, contrasted only by
the soft, dark brown hair starting to spread over his lower legs before
thinning out above the knee. As my eyes tracked up, his bulky white boxers
covered most of his thighs. He had let go his shirt, which now sat loosely,
covering all but the bottom couple inches of his underwear.

"Maybe we should take off your shirt too, just so it doesn't get, you know,
messy," I suggested, to which he just nodded his assent.

I helped him pull the cuffs of his shirt sleeves over his cast-covered
hands, allowing him to completely withdraw his arms from the sleeves. I
grabbed the hem of his shirt on either side, and raised it up past his
torso, using my hands to hold open the neck so that it would easily clear
his head. Tossing the shirt aside, I scanned his upper body. He still
maintained a layer of padding on his body. Not fat, just meaty, and without
much muscle development. His pale chest was absent of any hair, though he
did have a small tuft of hair under each arm, which I would not see on my
own body for another year.

Now standing in just his boxers, Adam looked very nervy and vulnerable. My
eyes glanced down and widened upon seeing his midsection, where his bulky
boxers nonetheless betrayed the fully hard cock beneath. I raised my eyes
and met Adam's, who immediately blushed and looked away.

"Sorry," he said, embarrassed. I let out a small laugh.

"Dude, I'm about to jack you off. I don't think you need to be worried
about that right now," I quipped.

Several wordless seconds passed between us, him standing in just his tented
out boxers, me standing just inches away, fully clothed. Finally, I let out
a deep breath, and again moved my hands forward to grab the waistband of
his boxers. My eyes glanced up at his face. His eyes were looking upward,
too embarrassed to face me.

I lowered the boxers, pulling out the front of the waistband so that it
could clear his erect cock. This time, I let them just fall to the ground,
where they sat crumpled at his feet. He made no move to kick them away just
yet. I deliberately didn't look intently at his hard penis just then,
somehow feeling it disrespectful in the moment.

"Why don't you lie on the bed, and scoot over so I can sit next to you," I
suggested.

"OK," he agreed, and shuffled himself onto the bed, laying himself out
before me.

"Do you use anything to, you know...?" I trailed off.

"Over there on my desk," he replied. I saw the bottle of lotion and grabbed
it, returning to sit next to him with one leg propped up on the bed so I
could face him.

Adam lay looking up at the ceiling, one hand resting on his chest, the
other laying on the bed at his far side. He looked like a patient at the
doctor's office, waiting for the doctor to give him a hernia test or
something. Now, I did take the opportunity to look at his cock, which
despite his nerves, was still ragingly hard. Like everything else about
him, it was bigger than mine. He looked to be nearly six inches long, or
anyway, about an inch longer than my own. He was circumcised, his thick
shaft leading up to a tapered head. At the base of his cock was an
impressive patch of dark brown pubes, though his heavy balls were hairless.

"You ready?" I asked, squirting a dollop of lotion onto my right hand,
rolling it around in my hand to spread it and warm it up a bit.

Adam just nodded his head, not looking at me. I smiled softly, moving my
gaze back to my best friend's throbbing cock. I reached my hand over,
slowly. I gently placed just the tips of my fingers against his shaft,
eliciting a shudder and a sharp intake of breath from Adam. I delicately
moved my fingers up and down the length of his cock, spreading the lotion
around the full shaft. I could hear Adam's breathing increasing.

Finally, I closed my hand around the middle of his shaft, feeling its heat,
its thickness. My hand traveled up the length of his cock. I glanced up to
look at Adam's face as my hand reached the end of his penis, rubbing my
slippery palm over his sensitive head. Adam's eyes snapped shut,
overwhelmed by the familiar, but long-missed sensation of stroking his
penis, eliciting a restrained moan from my friend. I lingered on his head
for several more seconds, rubbing my palm over it to jump start his
pleasure before returning to his shaft and starting in on a
deliberately-paced stroke.

As I continued moving up and down Adam's hard cock for another minute or
two, I looked up to see Adam rubbing his encased hand over his chest,
leaving light red streaks where the hard cast was scraping against his
sensitive skin. With my free hand, I removed his hand from his chest,
resting it next to his head on his pillow. His eyes opened at the
unexpected move, following his hand as I moved it away from his chest, then
looking at me, quizzically. I met his eyes briefly, then let go his hand,
moving my own and placing on his chest. I waited just a moment to feel his
chest rise and fall, and then began gently rubbing my hand up and down his
soft chest as my other hand continued stroking his cock.

My stroking hand was slowly increasing its pace, not trying to make him cum
yet, just continuing to rile him up. Meanwhile, my other hand continued its
own journey across the plains of his pale torso, visiting first one of his
soft, fleshy tits before sliding over to rub the other. With just the tip
of my middle finger I rubbed back and forth around his nipple, stimulating
it until it hardened. I gently squeezed the little protuberance between my
thumb and forefinger, while my stroking head again focused on just the
sensitive head of his cock, causing Adam to wince slightly in pained
delight.

My left hand let go of his now rock hard, lightly abused nipple to travel
back down his chest, rubbing around the perimeter of his bellybutton before
continuing downward to rub along his pelvis. My fingers parted slightly as
they traveled through his soft pubic bush, where they stopped at the base
of his cock, keeping it propped at a perpendicular to his pelvis, while my
stroking hand briefly left his cock to cradle his heavy balls, rolling and
massaging them in my hand for several seconds. Despite the inherent
awkwardness of the situation, I wanted to make my friend feel really good,
in addition to giving him some much-needed relief.

My left hand still cradling the base of his cock, I brought my right hand
back up to his shaft, intent to finally bring on his climax. I put pressure
on his pelvis with my left hand, stretching the skin on his dick as taut as
I could, while I drastically increased the speed at which I stroked
him. The effect was immediate, as I glanced up see Adam's chest now rising
and falling rapidly with his quickening breaths, his orgasm beginning to
bubble up from within him.

Adam began panting, his stomach contracting and relaxing as he felt the
pleasure build to a breaking point. I began stroking even faster now,
interspersing full-length strokes with brief stops to rub just his now
hyper-sensitive, angry red cockhead. A flush spread from Adam's face to the
top of his chest. His panting gave way to gentle moaning as I increased my
pace yet again, now furiously stroking up and down.

Finally, Adam's moans became louder and labored, his breathing now nearly
to the point of hyperventilation.

"Oh... Oh... Here I cum... OH.... AHH!" He said, as if an urgent warning.

The head of Adam's cocked engorged, almost magenta in color, barely
containing the rush of blood that flowed into it. Finally, I felt his dick
began to throb, and slowed my strokes to a deliberate pace, urging his
pulsating loins to burst forth his ejaculate. Suddenly, Adam held his
breath as the first rope of thick cum erupted from his dick, shooting fully
two feet in the air in a parabolic arc, splashing down on his chest with an
audible splat. As I continued stroking, two more huge jets shot out almost
as high, joining the first in a growing pool on his sternum. Two more
spurts erupted, less powerfully, but no less voluminous. I further slowed
my strokes, as two more healthy volleys pumped out.

I continued slowly stroking my best friend's cock, as the last remnants of
his ejaculation, four weeks in the making, oozed out of his relieved cock,
flowing down my hand to gather in his soft bush. Finally spent, Adam's cock
started slowly deflating, and I released it to plop down harmlessly atop
his cum-soaked pubis. I scanned his body, surveying the scene of the
volcanic eruption that I had just induced. I've blown some big loads in my
time, but to this day, I have never seen so much cum pump from one
penis. Adam's chest was absolutely drenched in thick, creamy, teen boy
cum. It was a sight to behold.

My eyes finally fell upon Adam's face. His head was angled back, eyes still
closed as he came down from his long-repressed orgasm, still breathing
deeply but deliberately through open mouth. He looked the picture of
calmness, serenity, satisfaction, and relief, and I smiled, knowing that it
was me that caused it.

"Well, buddy, how was that?" I finally asked, as if I'd just given him a
foot massage instead of the biggest orgasm of either of our lives.

He shook his head slowly for several seconds, speechless.

"That was...," he began, searching for an adequate descriptor, finally
settling on, "incredible."

...

In the moments immediately the experience, it was hard to know what exactly
to say to each other. I brought him a towel to clean himself up, and helped
him re-dress, awkwardly making small talk as we tacitly avoided the
implications of what had just happened. Before long, I said I should
probably go, and he nodded in agreement. He gave an understated "thanks,"
and I left him there in his room, and rode home the two blocks to my house,
my head spinning.

I didn't see Adam for the next few days. It was the longest I'd gone
without seeing him since his injury. I had no idea what I'd say to him, and
I'm sure he felt the same. I felt awkward and conflicted, afraid that I'd
crossed a line with my best friend, that maybe he regretted the whole thing
and hated me now for going along, despite literally begging me to do so. I
didn't know what he was thinking, but I knew I was scared of losing my
friend.

Finally, Adam called me, asking if he could come over. I said he could, and
that Mom was out, but the front door was open as usual. For the next three
minutes I laid on my bed, head racing through a million possible scenarios
of what he might say when he got here, and what I'd say back. Finally, I
heard the front screen door open and close, and a few seconds later, a
light rapping of fingers on my open bedroom door.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back, shifting to sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Um, how've you been?" he asked.

"Alright. Just, you know, hanging out."

"Cool," he said.

He moved a little further into the room.

"So, um," he began. "I just, uh... I just wanted to say..." His voice
broke. "I just wanted to say that I'm really, really sorry about
everything," he finally finished, tears welling in his eyes.

"Oh, uh..." I trailed off.

"It was really fucked up of me, asking you to do that. I just felt
so... desperate, and I didn't know what to do, and I was being selfish." A
tear spilled over and ran down one cheek. "As soon as you left, I just felt
really shitty, like I'd totally fucked things up. And I didn't know if you
were angry, or hated me, or what, and... I just don't want you to hate
me. Like, I'd get it if you do, but I hope you don't, and...," pausing to
sniffle, "Anyway, I'm just really, really sorry."

By now, I, too, was fighting back tears. Of the many possible scenarios
that ran through my head, this was not among them. I was so concerned that
he was mad at me, I didn't even consider he might think I was mad at him. I
stood up and walked over to him, where his eyes, still unsuccessfully
fighting back tears, were avoiding my own. I put my arms around his larger
frame, and pulled him to me in a tight hug, my chin resting on his
shoulder. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel his body convulse as he
struggled to choke back his tears. I felt his own arms wrap around me, and
though I couldn't see it, I heard and felt him finally give in, openly
crying in my arms, as I rubbed his back in solace.

We stayed in our embrace for nearly a minute before I moved to release him,
and he did the same. My eyes were also full of tears, relieved that he
wasn't angry at me, and saddened at how tortured he must have felt for the
last several days.

"Dude, it's OK I'm not mad," I assured him, my own voice trembling. "I
thought you might hate me, and I was too afraid to even talk to you 'cause
I thought it might be the last time we would ever talk, and that I was
about to lose my best friend."

"All I want is just for us to be OK," he confessed, as he finally looked
into my eyes. We held our gaze a moment.

"I'm OK if you're OK," I finally said, smiling at my best friend.

I sat back down on my bed, and Adam sat next to me, neither of us knowing
quite what to say. Eventually, I tried to lighten the moment.

"So I guess this'll teach you not to dance around on roofs like a fucking
idiot again, eh?" I said, and Adam let out a laugh.

"Yeah, and I still have two weeks with these fucking things on my hands,"
he said, with some annoyance.

"I mean, it's not like we haven't jacked off together a million times. So
it wasn't *that* big a deal," I volunteered.

"Yeah, I guess," he agreed.

"Besides, I actually thought it was kinda fun at the time." I said,
jokingly, but of course at least half-serious.

"Oh, shut up," he said, chuckling.

"No, seriously. Your dick's bigger than mine, so I just imagined I was
jerking my own dick that was magically bigger all of a sudden. Of course, I
didn't get to cum in the end, and you came more than anyone else in
history...," I trailed off.

"Dude, that was an amazing cum. I can't believe I had that much in me,"
Adam said, laughing. Then, "It almost made it worth it not jerking off for
a month."

"Seriously?" I asked, incredulous.

"No," he corrected. "It fucking sucked. I hate that I have to go two more
weeks like this."

We sat in silence for a few moments, as I considered the thought rolling
around in my brain.

"Hey, Adam," I said. He let out a tiny laugh.

"What's that, Ben?"

"You know, there's no one here," I began.

"Yeah... and?" he asked.

"Sooo... do you want me to jerk you off again?" I said, each word hanging
in the air as I forced myself to finish the thought.

Adam's eyes widened, as he looked at me, looking for the joke on my face,
and seeing none.

"Seriously?" he asked, unbelieving. I just smiled, and shrugged my
shoulders.

"Seriously, though, are you fucking with me?" he demanded.

I gave another shrug of confirmation.

"I'm OK if you're OK," I repeated.

Adam's face, still red and moist from recent tears, lit up with excitement,
and no doubt relief at the way things had turned out between us. He stood
up and removed the short-sleeve t-shirt he had on. He wore less
complicated, elastic-banded pants, this time, which he quickly shoved down
to his ankles, hastily stepping out of them after kicking off his Keds.

I, too, got up from the bed to retrieve the little bottle of baby oil I
kept in the back of my dresser.

"You swear you're not fucking with me?" he asked again, just to be sure.

"Lie on the bed," was my only response, a wicked grin on my face. He laid
down, putting his hands behind his head. His cock was already on the rise.

"Dude, you're the fucking best!" he gushed, a huge smile shining across his
face. I gave a chuckle.

"Hey, what are friends for?"


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That's it for part 2. Sorry it got a little weepy there toward the end, but
emotions run high in this world gone mad, and it's nice to at least be able
to write a tender hug between friends. I may end up adding a third part to
this story somewhere down the line, but for right now, this is it. I hope
you enjoyed it.

I always appreciate feedback, especially amidst the pandemonium. So, feel
free to send me your comments, share similar stories, or just say
hello. You can find me at Interrobangbang@protonmail.com.

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