Inside my mind was a human being. It was a person who I once was and who I once could be. This person no longer exists on this planet except as a prisoner of those who hate him. Perhaps a word like hate is too strong a term…. They simply don’t care. As for this…
As I lay in bed that cold winter’s night having my usual late night wank, my white virgin sixteen year old cheeks clenched as I pulled on my cut knob to the point of orgasm once more. The semen which quirted from myself seemed to spell in cursive: ‘Come, come’ in the white fluid which…
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