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The things I've been doing in the last few weeks would probably win me the prize for the biggest slut in the world. First there was my new job at the gay boy two man book store sucking dicks for a living in the glory hole booth, then there was the porn shoot I was on. Then what happened this Friday night. I was on my way home from work - from four hours on my knees sucking the cock of one anonymous stranger after another - when I passed a gay movie theatre. It was just letting out and there was a crowd of some fifty or so men out front. Some heading off home, some milling around, some standing in groups chatting, some already in line for the next screening. All of them, no doubt were hard and horny man boy love from the movie. "Take off your clothes" he told me, and I nodded and began to strip. I was really nervous and horny. I was scared, too, but I was so excited! When I finished, I looked up at him, sitting there watching me. 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Mike had invited all of his old collage friends to his house warming party. The old apartment he'd been living in had been a real dump. This was a larger, quite nicer one. This new place was very nice, actually. Exactly his style. Clean cut, classy, but still kind of cosy, in lack of a better word. He didn't have time to dwell over the matter, though, as his guests were busily tugging at him, wanting him to be everywhere at ones. Justin eyed the crowd in the living room from his slightly higher position in the balcony gay man and boy doorway. The crisp night air cooled his back as the heat from inside warmed his face. His eyes had fallen on the host of the evening, Mike's mind-melting grin grazing everyone in his path as he made his way over to the drinks table. God, the boy was a sight for sore eyes… Justin's eyes left Mike temporarily to let them wander over the interior of the apartment he had gotten. It was a very nice place, with the kitchen, living room and balcony at the ground floor and an open stairwell leading to a loft where the open bedroom was looking over the man show boy clip the living room. With the open fireplace and the huge panorama windows at the balcony, it made quite the place. It fit Mike to live in a place like this. Very masculine, but still with a lot of style and class. I do not consider myself gay but definitely bi. I prefer women but have recently become a cumslut craving cum to cover my body. After several past experience of wearing cum in public, I decided that I needed to experience fat man and little boy it again. I went to the local Adult Bookstore during the daytime and paid my $8 to get in the theaters. I went to the second one because the Goth looking lady at the front counter recommended that theater to me. Let me lick it," he whispered. His roommate was outside cleaning the car, he would walk in on them at any minute. 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