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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So there we were, he was older, I was younger. He was taller by about an inch and we had been friends for a month or so. We shared interest in a lot of the same music, films, books, culture.
He was blonde, and it was natural and had the pale skin that goes pink and tells the owner to get back in the fucking shade as soon as the sun comes out.
I've got dark hair, and I tan nicely.
We'd been d*unk and heavy petted together, if heavy petting includes me sucking his cock  .
So we had planned to take things further, so no spur of the moment cherry popping going on over Hanchurch. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So in a small clearing or hollow in hanchurch woods, a good 30m from the nearest path, I was lying on my stomach, black leather jacket completely with band logo painted on the back between me and the grass, tshirt off, boots off and bare foot, just in my favouritest black 501s.
It was late summer, he was stripped to the waist as well but had kept his boots on and was massaging between my shoulders.
His hair was tickling the back of my neck.  |
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