Teen Twink Sells Himself to Mature Men
My childhood was a little traumatic, growing up in a working-class family in South Boston in the 1990s. My mother and father are both pure-blooded, Irish Catholics, and I inherited their pale skin, freckles, and bright red hair. I was teased mercilessly and picked on by many of the other kids. They derisively called me a ‘ginger’, and some of the boys even bullied and beat me up. I couldn't defend myself very well either. I'm short, slimly built, effeminate looking, and even considered to be...
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