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SHORT PIECES (GAY TALES) VOL. 8
LUST
The landlady phoned saying there was a delivery for me downstairs and the man needed a signature. She didn’t speak French so the communication with the delivery man was minimal. I went downstairs and saw the landlady heading to her little cubicle looking puzzled or maybe curious. The man was delivering two paintings I had bought at auction in a city nearby. I didn’t expect them so soon. They were in two rectangular boxes, but they were heavy and bulky so that they couldn’t be carried together by one person.
Finally, I focused on the delivery man. He was about my age with grey hair. He was short and thin, about the size of a young teenager. He was an older man the size of a young boy. We looked at each other and smiled. He was very handsome, not strikingly so but I guess you would have called him sexy. He wore tight jeans which hugged his small ass. I made sure he was parked on the street and not in the building’s parking lot. He offered to help me carry the paintings to my apartment. I immediately accepted. We didn’t say much in the elevator.
Once in the living room, he undid the cardboard crates and we put the paintings on the couch. They were what I had bought, and I signed the paper. I asked him if he was in a hurry. He told me I was his last delivery. He lived in the suburbs and often did delivery between the nearby city and his home. I wanted to offer him something to drink. He walked to the window and admired the view. I stood behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. I felt his buttocks against my thighs. He must have felt my hardon on his lower back. He turned around slowly and we immediately kissed. I had to bend down, but our lips touched and moved against each other. My tongue slipped into his mouth and his tongue suddenly got active. We moved our tongue inside the each other’s mouth. We just kept staring at each other without saying a word. My hand went to his crotch and I could feel his hardening cock. Since we were not of the same height, it was difficult to rub bulges. We felt each other’s bulge with our hand. We kissed again. That was the kiss of no return. We looked at each other again but in a different way. We knew the seduction was over and that he would not leave without having sex with me.
We reached again for the crotch. We had to. We were shaking with lust. We undid the other’s belt. While we kissed, we pulled the other’s zipper down, then the trousers and the underpants. Finally, our hard cock slapped against our tummy as it was set free. We grabbed the other’s rod and resumed our kissing. We were drooling and saliva dropped on the carpet. I was voiceless at first, but I coughed and suggested to my new lover that we move to the bed. We could have done our 69 half-dressed on the floor, like two bums in an alley, but we wanted to see each other naked.
We were too horny for a shower. We rolled into a 69, as I bent over to fit with my shorter partner. We settled sideways, groping buttocks and asscrack. He was as experienced at sucking cock as I was. I could feel my rod being pulled into his mouth. I licked his cock head hoping for some piss, but he was already dripping pre-cum. We continued to suck in rhythm as fingers made their way into the asscrack and reached the wrinkled hole. We lightly grabbed balls, rubbed the prostate area and kept on sucking.
I had the erotic feeling of sucking and being sucked, well-known to those who have experienced it. It is like sucking your own cock. Our rhythm increased as our orgasm became more imminent. We both moaned together as we started to squirt into each other’s mouth. We licked and sucked all we could see and more. When both cocks were dry, we turned around and hugged face to face, mixing our juices in our mouth. Nectar flowed down my throat. Cocks were already back to half erect as they touched each other.
He whispered he didn’t ass fuck which was fine. I would have fucked him until my cock disappeared into his hole. There was no point in insisting. Hands did go instinctively to our male cunt. I touched his hole lightly and hesitated at the entrance. He did the same. My finger slipped in until the nail disappeared. He did the same. We silently agreed to finger fuck our puckered hole. It was quite a rough fuck. Cocks were hard and we were going after another orgasm. We tried to rub cocks as much as we could, but they kept slipping past each other. Between the tongue kissing with a lingering taste of cum, cocks touching once in awhile and our ass being penetrated by a full-length finger, it was heaven once again and we came on each other’s tummy as we kissed.
After playing with our wet tummies, we got up and headed for the washroom. Once in the bath, we pissed on each other and then turned on the shower. Before he left, he scribbled a first name and a phone number. I phoned once a week for a month, but nobody ever answered. It was probably better that way.
DAD’S NEIGHBOUR
When I was 18 and ready to go to university, our neighbours sold their farm to a man in his 50s who had retired from business and always wanted to farm. My parents were divorced, and I lived with my father. Dad was not sure if the neighbour could make it all right, but then he hired a younger man from his native city (in the same Province) to give him a hand. It was a wheat farm, just like my dad’s, and easy to maintain (dad hired help when he needed it). It just took a lot of work to harvest. These farms in central Canada are huge and you can drive a tractor all day and you haven’t reached the end yet.
I went to university in Toronto and went back home during the Christmas holidays then back to Toronto for the winter. I enjoyed the study but also liked being on my own. I lived in residence and the first time I walked into the communal shower on my floor and saw all these naked young men, I realized I liked men. Fortunately, in my residence, I wasn’t the only one. The men-lovers seemed to be concentrated on my floor. There was a lot of sucking in the restrooms all over campus and sometimes I would cruise downtown malls, clubs and restaurants. When it came to fucking, I preferred to take it then to give it. Over the first two years, I went home for the holidays and spent a month during the summer, then worked in the city.
The new neighbour was doing well and seemed to be able to manage with his hired hand. That summer, while I was at the farm, my father told me that Roger, the neighbour, might need us for a few days. My dad liked him and told me they spent a lot of time together during the winter. During our conversations, I had told my dad about my preference for men. He didn’t mind at all and said it was fine with him. I was lucky. Many of my friends had been kicked out of the house for being gay.
One hot sunny day my father and I drove our truck to Roger’s house. He and Tommy, his hired hand, took the jeep. I wasn’t quite sure what there was to do but I just tagged along. We stopped after 30 minutes, and I got into the jeep with Tommy while my father and Roger drove off towards a fence that needed mending.
Tommy was a handsome blonde about 10 years older than me. I had stared at his tight jeans and noticed his bulge. He must have stared at mine. We shared a cigarette as we chatted. When the cigarette was finished. Tommy put his hand on my thigh and mentioned he had heard I liked boys.
We didn’t talk after that. We lowered our jeans and underwear around our ankles and settled in 69 on the front seat. I could smell his cock and his sweat. I had a glimpse of his hairy ass. He was a good sucker and I was pretty good also. It was nice have a cock in my mouth after all these weeks on the farm. We played with our ass as much as the cramped space allowed. We sucked until we shot our load in each other’s mouth. We talked some more, and he asked me if I liked it in the ass. I said yes. We felt each other’s cock again and kissed until we got hard. I got on all fours on the seat and he licked my ass. Oh God, it felt so good. I felt his knob against my hole, then it went in. I had been fucked many times but not by such a big cock. I took him all the way in . It was a good fuck and we both came again. I suddenly realized that my father could have walked in on us anytime.
“I guess we better get dressed before dad and Roger get back’, I said suddenly
“Don’t worry. They’re busy right now”, answered Tommy smiling.
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SANDRA’S KICK
I went out with Sandra not because I liked girls, but because I liked Sandra. She knew I liked boys. She had trouble finding a date for some reason. We had dinner, went to movies and concerts. Of course, we never had sex. We had watched porn videos a few times. She liked the regular man-woman vids but sometimes she slipped in a male vid. I figured it was for me and left it at that.
I knew Sandra had another male friend who liked boys. She would mention him once in awhile. His name was Charles. He worked in a restaurant near my place and I recognized him when she showed me his picture. He had also seen me at the restaurant. One evening, Sandra suggested I could get together with Charles since neither of us had a steady boyfriend.
“You know, he cruises outdoors mainly and at the restaurant, otherwise he’s pretty quiet”, said Sandra.
“He’s quite cute”, I answered, “I certainly wouldn’t mind getting it on with him”.
“I don’t know if he likes…you know….getting on top and stuff…but I know he sucks cock”, Sandra added
“I could invite him to my place when he’s finished work”, I suggested
“He’s quite shy, you know, so I think he would feel more at ease if you two met here”, Sandra suggested
I was a bit surprised but then, it was fine with me. I asked her bluntly if she wanted to watch.
“Oh…no…I don’t think so…these things are, you know, between you guys..in private”, she stuttered.
After a few weeks, Sandra finally arranged for Charles and I to meet at her place. I was already there when Charles arrived. We shook hands, then, encouraged by Sandra, we kissed on the lips.
We were both horny and as soon as Sandra found a reason to leave the room, we were all over each other, kissing and groping crotch and ass through our trousers. Charles started to get undressed and so did I , but neither of us knew where we were supposed to have sex. The couch looked good so we got naked in a hurry and tangled on the large couch. We were both hard as rock. We sucked nipples and stroked each other lightly. We invited each other to a 69 and took our position on the couch with me on top. He was a pro and I was not a beginner. We sucked cock and balls until we exploded in each other’s mouth. We hugged and traded cum in some hot kisses. We were deep-kissing when Sandra walked in. She was dressed only in her panties, her large tits bouncing as she walked.
“Don’t mind me”, she said,” I just wanted to know how it was and if you were finished”.
“We had a good suck”, answered Charles who continued, as I did, to feel my cock.
“Oh , I’m so glad”, cried Sandra, “Are you gonna fuck ?”.
Charles and I looked at each other.
“We hadn’t planned anything”, answered Charles
“Are you bottom ?”, I asked him
“Yes”, answered Charles
I kissed him again and we got to feel each other up once more. I was in the mood and Charles didn’t seem to mind. Charles got on the carpeted floor and I pushed my face between his buttocks, as I could hear Sandra breathing heavily. She was sitting in a chair nearly, had taken off her panties and was rubbing her cunt.
After giving Charles a good rimming, I mounted him and gently pushed my hard cock inside his hole. He hadn’t been serviced very often since he was very tight. We were both sweating as we fucked slowly at first then with more gusto. Sandra made no bones about watching us and rubbing her clit. Charles and I forgot about her as we were reaching our climax. I squirted inside Charles and he came all over the carpet.
“AAARRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”, screamed Sandra as she squirted one all over her chair.
I was on top of Charles as we were catching our breath.
“You guys were great ! Is next week too early ? I have a girl friend who wouldn’t mind watching also. Is that ok ?”, asked Sandra, her face all red after a hard orgasm.
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THE LOCKER ROOM
Badminton was just an excuse. An excuse to take a late shower at the university gym. It closed at 10 PM. The badminton courts (what we silly students called “minton” avoiding the “bad”) were a few minutes from the large locker room which was just before the long row of showers. The showers were like prison showers, just shower heads out of the wall with no partitions, curtains or anything to get into the way of young men wanting to meet.
My action took place after the shower. The shower was a stage. Young men wandered naked in and out from under the shower spray, usually half erect or sometimes fully erect, moving their ass so that everyone could see they were ready and looking for action.
Once back in the locker room, one would put a towel on but only as a teaser. A few minutes were usually enough to find a mate based on mutual attraction, size of cock, a mustache, blue eyes, anything sexy. At the very end of the long row of lockers, there was an open space between the last locker and the wall. It was semi-private in that you couldn’t see it from the lockers but only if you went from the lockers to the showers. It was nicknamed “suck row”. If you didn’t want to take your partner back home for sex, you could usually find a spot in “suck row” before you parted ways.
The only staff member was an older man with a potbelly who mopped the floor. He could blow the whistle on us and we knew it. We were very nice to him and discovered his soft spot (no pun intended) very quickly.
From 9:30 to 10 PM, “suck row” was busy. One could find five or six naked guys leaning against the last locker and in front of them , six other naked guys kneeling and sucking their erect cock. There was also hand contact between the ones being sucked and the ones sucking. Then one would switch position and the sucking would take off again.
I was a regular visitor to “suck row”. Sometimes it would lead to more serious sex which needed a walk outside, down the street and into my apartment. I fucked a lot of willing asses after a suck at the gym.
Nearing 10PM, Gunther, the mop man, reminded us that the place was closing in a few minutes. There was always a volunteer. Gunther would put his mop against the wall, lean against the locker, pull down his pants and underwear to his knees and get his cock ready. It was usually half-erect (he had an eyeful of male sex for hours) and one student would kneel in front of him and start sucking his cock. It didn’t take him long to blow his load. He was very grateful to anyone who sucked him.
Talking with students a few years later, after I graduated, I learned that Gunther was having an affair with the building janitor. I wish I had been at the university in those years. Gunther and his lover would often use “suck row” to fuck, much to the delight of the students.
THE END
LUST
The landlady phoned saying there was a delivery for me downstairs and the man needed a signature. She didn’t speak French so the communication with the delivery man was minimal. I went downstairs and saw the landlady heading to her little cubicle looking puzzled or maybe curious. The man was delivering two paintings I had bought at auction in a city nearby. I didn’t expect them so soon. They were in two rectangular boxes, but they were heavy and bulky so that they couldn’t be carried together by one person.
Finally, I focused on the delivery man. He was about my age with grey hair. He was short and thin, about the size of a young teenager. He was an older man the size of a young boy. We looked at each other and smiled. He was very handsome, not strikingly so but I guess you would have called him sexy. He wore tight jeans which hugged his small ass. I made sure he was parked on the street and not in the building’s parking lot. He offered to help me carry the paintings to my apartment. I immediately accepted. We didn’t say much in the elevator.
Once in the living room, he undid the cardboard crates and we put the paintings on the couch. They were what I had bought, and I signed the paper. I asked him if he was in a hurry. He told me I was his last delivery. He lived in the suburbs and often did delivery between the nearby city and his home. I wanted to offer him something to drink. He walked to the window and admired the view. I stood behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. I felt his buttocks against my thighs. He must have felt my hardon on his lower back. He turned around slowly and we immediately kissed. I had to bend down, but our lips touched and moved against each other. My tongue slipped into his mouth and his tongue suddenly got active. We moved our tongue inside the each other’s mouth. We just kept staring at each other without saying a word. My hand went to his crotch and I could feel his hardening cock. Since we were not of the same height, it was difficult to rub bulges. We felt each other’s bulge with our hand. We kissed again. That was the kiss of no return. We looked at each other again but in a different way. We knew the seduction was over and that he would not leave without having sex with me.
We reached again for the crotch. We had to. We were shaking with lust. We undid the other’s belt. While we kissed, we pulled the other’s zipper down, then the trousers and the underpants. Finally, our hard cock slapped against our tummy as it was set free. We grabbed the other’s rod and resumed our kissing. We were drooling and saliva dropped on the carpet. I was voiceless at first, but I coughed and suggested to my new lover that we move to the bed. We could have done our 69 half-dressed on the floor, like two bums in an alley, but we wanted to see each other naked.
We were too horny for a shower. We rolled into a 69, as I bent over to fit with my shorter partner. We settled sideways, groping buttocks and asscrack. He was as experienced at sucking cock as I was. I could feel my rod being pulled into his mouth. I licked his cock head hoping for some piss, but he was already dripping pre-cum. We continued to suck in rhythm as fingers made their way into the asscrack and reached the wrinkled hole. We lightly grabbed balls, rubbed the prostate area and kept on sucking.
I had the erotic feeling of sucking and being sucked, well-known to those who have experienced it. It is like sucking your own cock. Our rhythm increased as our orgasm became more imminent. We both moaned together as we started to squirt into each other’s mouth. We licked and sucked all we could see and more. When both cocks were dry, we turned around and hugged face to face, mixing our juices in our mouth. Nectar flowed down my throat. Cocks were already back to half erect as they touched each other.
He whispered he didn’t ass fuck which was fine. I would have fucked him until my cock disappeared into his hole. There was no point in insisting. Hands did go instinctively to our male cunt. I touched his hole lightly and hesitated at the entrance. He did the same. My finger slipped in until the nail disappeared. He did the same. We silently agreed to finger fuck our puckered hole. It was quite a rough fuck. Cocks were hard and we were going after another orgasm. We tried to rub cocks as much as we could, but they kept slipping past each other. Between the tongue kissing with a lingering taste of cum, cocks touching once in awhile and our ass being penetrated by a full-length finger, it was heaven once again and we came on each other’s tummy as we kissed.
After playing with our wet tummies, we got up and headed for the washroom. Once in the bath, we pissed on each other and then turned on the shower. Before he left, he scribbled a first name and a phone number. I phoned once a week for a month, but nobody ever answered. It was probably better that way.
DAD’S NEIGHBOUR
When I was 18 and ready to go to university, our neighbours sold their farm to a man in his 50s who had retired from business and always wanted to farm. My parents were divorced, and I lived with my father. Dad was not sure if the neighbour could make it all right, but then he hired a younger man from his native city (in the same Province) to give him a hand. It was a wheat farm, just like my dad’s, and easy to maintain (dad hired help when he needed it). It just took a lot of work to harvest. These farms in central Canada are huge and you can drive a tractor all day and you haven’t reached the end yet.
I went to university in Toronto and went back home during the Christmas holidays then back to Toronto for the winter. I enjoyed the study but also liked being on my own. I lived in residence and the first time I walked into the communal shower on my floor and saw all these naked young men, I realized I liked men. Fortunately, in my residence, I wasn’t the only one. The men-lovers seemed to be concentrated on my floor. There was a lot of sucking in the restrooms all over campus and sometimes I would cruise downtown malls, clubs and restaurants. When it came to fucking, I preferred to take it then to give it. Over the first two years, I went home for the holidays and spent a month during the summer, then worked in the city.
The new neighbour was doing well and seemed to be able to manage with his hired hand. That summer, while I was at the farm, my father told me that Roger, the neighbour, might need us for a few days. My dad liked him and told me they spent a lot of time together during the winter. During our conversations, I had told my dad about my preference for men. He didn’t mind at all and said it was fine with him. I was lucky. Many of my friends had been kicked out of the house for being gay.
One hot sunny day my father and I drove our truck to Roger’s house. He and Tommy, his hired hand, took the jeep. I wasn’t quite sure what there was to do but I just tagged along. We stopped after 30 minutes, and I got into the jeep with Tommy while my father and Roger drove off towards a fence that needed mending.
Tommy was a handsome blonde about 10 years older than me. I had stared at his tight jeans and noticed his bulge. He must have stared at mine. We shared a cigarette as we chatted. When the cigarette was finished. Tommy put his hand on my thigh and mentioned he had heard I liked boys.
We didn’t talk after that. We lowered our jeans and underwear around our ankles and settled in 69 on the front seat. I could smell his cock and his sweat. I had a glimpse of his hairy ass. He was a good sucker and I was pretty good also. It was nice have a cock in my mouth after all these weeks on the farm. We played with our ass as much as the cramped space allowed. We sucked until we shot our load in each other’s mouth. We talked some more, and he asked me if I liked it in the ass. I said yes. We felt each other’s cock again and kissed until we got hard. I got on all fours on the seat and he licked my ass. Oh God, it felt so good. I felt his knob against my hole, then it went in. I had been fucked many times but not by such a big cock. I took him all the way in . It was a good fuck and we both came again. I suddenly realized that my father could have walked in on us anytime.
“I guess we better get dressed before dad and Roger get back’, I said suddenly
“Don’t worry. They’re busy right now”, answered Tommy smiling.
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SANDRA’S KICK
I went out with Sandra not because I liked girls, but because I liked Sandra. She knew I liked boys. She had trouble finding a date for some reason. We had dinner, went to movies and concerts. Of course, we never had sex. We had watched porn videos a few times. She liked the regular man-woman vids but sometimes she slipped in a male vid. I figured it was for me and left it at that.
I knew Sandra had another male friend who liked boys. She would mention him once in awhile. His name was Charles. He worked in a restaurant near my place and I recognized him when she showed me his picture. He had also seen me at the restaurant. One evening, Sandra suggested I could get together with Charles since neither of us had a steady boyfriend.
“You know, he cruises outdoors mainly and at the restaurant, otherwise he’s pretty quiet”, said Sandra.
“He’s quite cute”, I answered, “I certainly wouldn’t mind getting it on with him”.
“I don’t know if he likes…you know….getting on top and stuff…but I know he sucks cock”, Sandra added
“I could invite him to my place when he’s finished work”, I suggested
“He’s quite shy, you know, so I think he would feel more at ease if you two met here”, Sandra suggested
I was a bit surprised but then, it was fine with me. I asked her bluntly if she wanted to watch.
“Oh…no…I don’t think so…these things are, you know, between you guys..in private”, she stuttered.
After a few weeks, Sandra finally arranged for Charles and I to meet at her place. I was already there when Charles arrived. We shook hands, then, encouraged by Sandra, we kissed on the lips.
We were both horny and as soon as Sandra found a reason to leave the room, we were all over each other, kissing and groping crotch and ass through our trousers. Charles started to get undressed and so did I , but neither of us knew where we were supposed to have sex. The couch looked good so we got naked in a hurry and tangled on the large couch. We were both hard as rock. We sucked nipples and stroked each other lightly. We invited each other to a 69 and took our position on the couch with me on top. He was a pro and I was not a beginner. We sucked cock and balls until we exploded in each other’s mouth. We hugged and traded cum in some hot kisses. We were deep-kissing when Sandra walked in. She was dressed only in her panties, her large tits bouncing as she walked.
“Don’t mind me”, she said,” I just wanted to know how it was and if you were finished”.
“We had a good suck”, answered Charles who continued, as I did, to feel my cock.
“Oh , I’m so glad”, cried Sandra, “Are you gonna fuck ?”.
Charles and I looked at each other.
“We hadn’t planned anything”, answered Charles
“Are you bottom ?”, I asked him
“Yes”, answered Charles
I kissed him again and we got to feel each other up once more. I was in the mood and Charles didn’t seem to mind. Charles got on the carpeted floor and I pushed my face between his buttocks, as I could hear Sandra breathing heavily. She was sitting in a chair nearly, had taken off her panties and was rubbing her cunt.
After giving Charles a good rimming, I mounted him and gently pushed my hard cock inside his hole. He hadn’t been serviced very often since he was very tight. We were both sweating as we fucked slowly at first then with more gusto. Sandra made no bones about watching us and rubbing her clit. Charles and I forgot about her as we were reaching our climax. I squirted inside Charles and he came all over the carpet.
“AAARRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”, screamed Sandra as she squirted one all over her chair.
I was on top of Charles as we were catching our breath.
“You guys were great ! Is next week too early ? I have a girl friend who wouldn’t mind watching also. Is that ok ?”, asked Sandra, her face all red after a hard orgasm.
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THE LOCKER ROOM
Badminton was just an excuse. An excuse to take a late shower at the university gym. It closed at 10 PM. The badminton courts (what we silly students called “minton” avoiding the “bad”) were a few minutes from the large locker room which was just before the long row of showers. The showers were like prison showers, just shower heads out of the wall with no partitions, curtains or anything to get into the way of young men wanting to meet.
My action took place after the shower. The shower was a stage. Young men wandered naked in and out from under the shower spray, usually half erect or sometimes fully erect, moving their ass so that everyone could see they were ready and looking for action.
Once back in the locker room, one would put a towel on but only as a teaser. A few minutes were usually enough to find a mate based on mutual attraction, size of cock, a mustache, blue eyes, anything sexy. At the very end of the long row of lockers, there was an open space between the last locker and the wall. It was semi-private in that you couldn’t see it from the lockers but only if you went from the lockers to the showers. It was nicknamed “suck row”. If you didn’t want to take your partner back home for sex, you could usually find a spot in “suck row” before you parted ways.
The only staff member was an older man with a potbelly who mopped the floor. He could blow the whistle on us and we knew it. We were very nice to him and discovered his soft spot (no pun intended) very quickly.
From 9:30 to 10 PM, “suck row” was busy. One could find five or six naked guys leaning against the last locker and in front of them , six other naked guys kneeling and sucking their erect cock. There was also hand contact between the ones being sucked and the ones sucking. Then one would switch position and the sucking would take off again.
I was a regular visitor to “suck row”. Sometimes it would lead to more serious sex which needed a walk outside, down the street and into my apartment. I fucked a lot of willing asses after a suck at the gym.
Nearing 10PM, Gunther, the mop man, reminded us that the place was closing in a few minutes. There was always a volunteer. Gunther would put his mop against the wall, lean against the locker, pull down his pants and underwear to his knees and get his cock ready. It was usually half-erect (he had an eyeful of male sex for hours) and one student would kneel in front of him and start sucking his cock. It didn’t take him long to blow his load. He was very grateful to anyone who sucked him.
Talking with students a few years later, after I graduated, I learned that Gunther was having an affair with the building janitor. I wish I had been at the university in those years. Gunther and his lover would often use “suck row” to fuck, much to the delight of the students.
THE END
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