Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2000 09:57:15 EDT
From: Joewilson583@aol.com
Subject: Virgin Boy

                         Virgin Boy
                                 by joe wilson


It was the beginning of summer, and the desert heat was already hot.  The
boy working in the garden, took off his shirt and loosened his tight short
pants.  There was sweat on his brown shoulders and it reflected the rays of
the sun that warmed his tanned skin.

He touched a nipple with his hand, pinching pleasure into it.  And the
pleasure shot through his body to his cock.  Getting harder by the minute.
He was hot.  Not from the desert sun, but from the fires that burned inside
the loins of a nineteen year old boy, finding his way into the garden of
manhood.

His name was Ramon.

His father was a gardener, and Ramon was helping him.  It was a summer job
that paid his car insurance, and filled in his time until September when he
would go back to school.

He was a handsome boy.  A fact that he was aware of.  Sexually motivated
too, a fact that he was also aware of.  And he was willing.  Willing to
seek pleasure by giving it to others, and he did, as often as the could.

Like yesterday, when Ramon worked at a house not far from this one, he had
sex with the owner.  It happened after his father left for the nursery to
buy plants.  An older man came out the back door of the house.  He stood
there, in the doorway, looking at Ramon, a half-smile on his face.  He
opened his fly and dropped his jeans to his ankles. His cock was hard,
sticking out in front of him like a giant salami, and as he approached the
boy, the boys smile turned into a grin, and the man held out a twenty
dollar bill.

Ramon got on his knees and opened his mouth.  He sucked the mans' cock into
it, touching his hanging hairy balls with one hand, and prodding his crack
with the other, and he was thrilled and excited as the man fucked his cock
deeper and deeper, until finally, with a solid movement forward, while the
boys' tongue lapped at the hard meat, the man exploded his cum down Ramons'
hungry throat.  "Thank you," Ramon whispered as he took the money and put
it in his pocket.

But today, the heat of Ramons' loins was caused by the young man standing
at the upstairs window looking at him.  Since the window was actually a
sliding glass door that led onto a deck, and went from the floor to the
ceiling, Ramon could see all of him .  The young man was naked.

It excited him, for the mans' cock was erect, jutting out from a pillow of
blond pubic hair that was thick and curly.  The young man, who was not much
older than Ramon, smiled, and nodded his head, and Ramon felt the flush of
horny desire, and he realized he was about to satisfy his horny hunger.
But just as he acknowledged the obvious invitation to the man at the
window, he disappeared.

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Although Danny was gay, open and 'out of the closet' he was a virgin.  He
had not yet shared his body with anyone.  Not that he didn't want to, for
he thought of nothing else these lazy summer days, but he was bashful and
afraid of rejection.  He masturbated alone in his bedroom dreaming of
making love to young and willing males, but it was only a dream.

On this afternoon in June, he had locked himself in his room and took off
his clothes to begin his daily session of self-pleasure, and then he heard
the noise of the lawn mower as it cut the grass in his backyard. He went to
the sliding glass door.

Looking at the gardener working his muscles in the light of the shining
sun, Danny became very excited.  The boy was handsome and desireable and
Danny had been thinking of him every day in his stroke-fantasies.  Looking
at him, he tried to imagine what the boy would look like if he were not
wearing clothes at all.

The thought of seeing the lean tanned muscular body, naked, gave Danny all
sorts of thrilling rushes, that surged down his spine.  Looking at the
boys' crotch, he noticed the outline of his cock, as it rolled down his
leg.  To his surprise it looked as though the boy had a hard-on, an
emerging cock trying to escape, trapped in the shorts that he wore, and he
wondered what it would be like to pull those shorts off that beautiful male
body, and suck the swollen muscle until the cum erupted down his parched
throat.

But Danny was startled from these thoughts about the boy in the garden, by
the sharp sound of knocking on his bedroom door.

"Danny, open the door, it's time for me to leave and I want to say goodby."

Oh shit!  he thought.  Just as he was about to make some sort of contact.

"Just a minute, mother," he replied as he reached for his jeans and
t-shirt.


 "Well, are you ever beautiful today," he said as he opened the door, and
he meant it, for his mother was a very stylish lady and he was always proud
of her.

"I'm going to be gone for so long a time Danny, I worry about leaving you
alone."

"You mustn't even think about it.  I'll be alright.  I'm a big boy now you
know, after all I'm twenty one."

"Yes its' hard to believe you're twenty one, but that's what I'm worried
about.  You know there are bad things out there, things you must be careful
of."

He knew what she meant.  She knew he was gay, and these are troubled times
for gays, that's for sure, what with AIDS and bashing and all those other
STD's we read about.  But what she didn't know is that he was a virgin and
that going 'out there' to do his thing was still only a dream.

"I'll be allright, mother, "I won't get into any trouble, I promise," he
said with a wistful smile, as though there was nothing he'd rather do than
just that. "I hope you and Mrs Baxter have a great time.  Drop me a card
once in a while so I know where you are.  Okay?"

She nodded, "Well, I think everything is taken care of.  All the bills are
paid in advance, the car's serviced, you know Danny, the little things
should be in order."  She brushed imaginary lint from her skirt, then
looked up at him, "Why don't you go visit your father for a few days?"

"Shit!  You know he's not interested in me." he said with regret in his
voice, "I haven't had one word with him ever since I told him I was gay.
He hates me, mother, or at least he hates what I am."

"Hush boy, you just don't understand each other right now.  He'll come
around, you'll see.  Going to visit him might help."

Danny stood up and walked to the window.  The boy gardener was pruning the
rose bushes.  "I'll be okay, Mom. just go and have a good time, I'll be
here all in one piece when you get back."

His mother rose from her chair and walked to the door, "I'll be gone six
weeks, Danny.  I'll bring you a present," she said with a smile, and she
kissed him. With tears in her eyes she walked out of the room and down the
stairs.

"Whew!"  Danny exclaimed as he closed and locked the door.  He was glad to
be alone for a while.  Six weeks! Hot damn! and he felt a strong jolt to
his cock as he thought of the days and days and days he would be alone.

He tore off his clothes and strutted around the room naked and hard, and
danced in front of the full length mirror, loving the sight of his naked
body, and then he went over to the glass door that led out onto the deck.

"Ah!  he's still there," he said to himself.  And he slid the door open,
and walked out into the sun, where he could get a better view of the
handsome young boy as he clipped the bushes.

Ramon was working with solid intent, but his eyes looked up to the window
often, and his heart gave a leap when he saw the young man standing outside
on the deck.  He was still naked, with nothing hidden, showing all the
exciting areas of his hot body.  How beautiful he was, not like the other
customers who wanted his favor.  This man was young, almost a boy, with
glowing flesh and a hard cock, just as Ramon was.  Was he showing off, or
was he offering himself to have sex, to play the games Ramon loved so much?

So captivated was each of them, that for a long moment they merely stared
at each other, the naked young man, and the almost naked Ramon.  And
finally Ramon broke the spell by smiling.  His tongue rolled across full
open lips, and his hand slipped to his crotch making an obscene stroking
movement.

A tremendous surge of desire for the young gardener settled in Danny's
genitals.  He knew now he was finally going to do it.  He wasn't sure what,
but he was going to do whatever the handsome macho boy wanted, and so he
waved to Ramon, an innocent gesture, but full of purpose, and he touched
his cock, and cupped his balls, as though offering them to him.  And Ramon
nodded, "Yes," and pointed to the french doors that led from the dining
room into the garden.

Danny almost ejaculated.  This was it, jesus god, this was finally it, he
said to himself, and he turned away and ran into the bedroom and almost
knocked himself out at the locked door, opened it and ran down the stairs.
jesus, jesus, jesus........

When he reached the dining room, he saw Ramon, standing outside the french
doors, naked now too, not even wearing his boots or socks, but totally
bare-ass naked.  His cock standing straight up, so huge it reached beyond
his belly button.  He was smiling, a salacious smile of anticipated
pleasure.  'Come, open the door,' he seemed to say, 'Quickly man open the
door'.

Danny fumbled at the lock making the wait interminable for each of them.
They were both so anxious to fall into each others arms.  Aaaaaah!  what is
better than new love, or in Dannys' case virgin love, a first time
experience.

But then a strange thing happened.  Dannys' fingers refused to do what the
were supposed to do.  He fumbled at the lock, unable to turn the little
bolt that would release it.  And he stepped back and looked at the naked
boy who was standing on the other side of the glass.  Ramon grinned, and
fingered his swollen cock, working the foreskin over the tip of it.  "Open
it, please open it," but Danny was frozen in an attitude of inaction, until
seconds later his cock began spouting the luscious cum that Ramon wanted so
much.  It splashed upon the window and rolled down to the floor.  Ramon
licked his lips as he watched Danny masturbatr his horny need.

"What the fuck you do?'  the old gardener said rushing onto the terrace.
And turning to Danny he pointed his finger at him, "You leave my boy alone,
don't you dare touch my boy!"  and he turned to strike Ramon with his fist,
but the naked boy was running down the steps into the garden.

Danny was devastated, embarrassed and upset, and ran up the stairs to the
comfort of his bedroom, even locking the door without the need to do so,
now that his mother was gone on her vacation.

He fell on the bed and as he started to cry.  And then the realization came
upon him.  He was alone now. There was no one to stop him from doing
anything he wanted to do for six incredible weeks.  And he knew for a
certainty that it would happen.  That somewhere in the freedom time he
would have his pleasures with the handsome Ramon.  And he laughed out loud,
and twisting his nipples he began the serious business of pleasuring his
naked body.  Aaaaaaaaaaah!


It was dark when he awoke from a sound sleep.  The clock said eight thirty.
It seemed impossible, but he was refreshed and knew he had slept a long
time, and that he wouldn't feel sleepy again for many hours.  Now what
should he do?

He had never been alone like this before, alone for six full weeks, God!
the thought of it excited him and his cock began to harden.  He could feel
the creeping lust slip down to his loins, and he thought of Ramon.  He
could see him standing there outside the dining room door.  Facing him.  He
was beautiful.  The bronzed skin seemed to encompass his entire body, there
were no tan lines to interrupt the gorgeous flow of copper skin.  The black
hair that surrounded his erect cock was the only hair that grew on his
naked body.  Dannys' nipples were swollen with desire, and the half-smile
that flashed over his face as he looked at Ramon, reflected horny hunger
and need.  'He wanted me as much as I wanted him,' he thought.  Oh shit!

We almost did it didn't we? But the old man stopped us.  Well he would be
back, every morning, for the next six weeks.  It would happen, Danny knew
it would, and he stretched his naked body, hungry for sex, and began to
stroke his hard cock, giving himself the pleasure of another jack-off.  But
Danny stopped, before the spurting climax, and bounded out of bed.

In the dim light that came from the swimming pool down in the garden, he
could see his reflection in the mirror that covered the wall.  Oh god!  he
said aloud, "You are one handsome male animal you are.  You'll find someone
to have sex with, that's for sure, don't be a virgin all your life, stupid,
you know it's a hard dripping cock you're looking for... need... want."
Danny laughed.  It seemed so simple, yet here he was alone in his mother's
house.  Alone.  Naked and horny.  Finally, twenty-one, at last, but still a
virgin.  Shit!

He decided to shower.  Clean the dried cum off his flat stomach.  It was
caught in the heavy mass of blond pubic hair.  "Shit I sure am jacking off
a lot lately, stroking and loving it, but I need a warm body next to me
too, a lover," he reflected.

The water was hot, striking his back with a powerful force, and rolling
down his ass cheeks.  It felt good, slipping between them to the anus.  He
pulled the cheeks apart so it could better reach that tight hole.  "I wish
some guys' cock was in there fucking me," and he leaned against the tile
wall and began to masturbate again.  Oh that feels good.  The foreskin
gently massaged the sensitive tip exposing it to the force of the shower.
He was careful though.  Easy.  Don't let yourself come, he whispered to
himself, save it, maybe it'll happen.  Maybe Mr Bradley, next door will see
me at the window and invite me over.  He laughed.  "Shit!  How many times
have I stood at that window, naked, hard, and exposing myself to that old
man.  Shit!  He even waved to me, but never with a sign of interest.  Could
be fun too.  Sucking old Bradley.  Maybe even getting his cock hard, and
sitting on it."

Still wet from the shower, he walked to the sliding glass doors that open
to the deck overlooking the swimming pool.  "Look at that rain, coming down
in buckets.  Might be fun to step outside.  Naked.  God naked!"  how he
loved it.  "And for the next month I won't wear clothes.  Nothing.  Just
run around naked.  Waiting for Ramon."

Danny was surprised how warm the rain was, and how exciting it felt,
pelting his skin.  His cock was enormous.  Erect, jutting out from the
plastered down pubic hair, like a soldier's sabre fighting a duel with an
enemy-lover.

The blue lights from the swimming pool reflected on his wet naked flesh,
giving it a strange cast, almost ethereal and other worldly.  A naked
ghost, dancing in the shadows of the rainy night.  The rose bush, where
Ramon stood just this morning, was only a few yards below, and beyond that
was the hedge that gave privacy to the garden.

I better get something to eat, he decided, and putting on his clothes, took
the Beemer and headed for the nearest Burger King.


It was great.  Lots of young studs hanging around the pretty girls.  Though
pretty girls never were Dannys' thing, the young studs were.

He caught the eye of one handsome would be athlete with tight jeans and
opened shirt.  He could see the shadow of his cock rolling down his left
leg.  AaaaaaaH!  He looked like he was seventeen, maybe twenty tops, and he
was wise, yessir he knew a helluva lot more than Danny did, of that Danny
was certain.  And Danny watched as he placed his hand to his lips, smiled
and looked at him with deep blue eyes that flashed like fire.  "My god!
He's coming over?  Now what do I do?"

"Hey man," the boy said with a fake texan drawl.  He touched his crotch,
ran his fingers down the tube caught in the fabric of his jeans, tight on
his left leg.  "You looking for something?"

Danny lost it all, caught up in this moment of finally doing it. "Well I'm
not sure.... I didn't expect... you know... like it would happen this way."

"Happen?  What happen?  I got a hard on.  Look at my cock.  See, it's hard,
looking for a hot mouth.  You want it, or don't you, I ain't got no time to
just hang around you know.  Shit, it's almost eleven already, and I ain't
scored yet.  So if you want it let me know.  Cost you fifty dollars, a
hundred if you want all night."  He grinned, totally unabashed by what he
proposed.  And as he spoke, he began unbuttoning the shirt he wore, pulling
the tails from his pants, I'm hot man....and ready."

The other young male animals were watching, grinning.  The girls all turned
away and whispered to each other.

Danny wanted him, but he didn't know how to tell him, how to respond, how
to react.  He could see his nipples, now.  Jesus they were big, stuck out
too.  There was no hair or anything on his chest.  Just smooth tanned silky
skin.

"Well?"

His belly was flat, the button deep.  He moved his hips back and forth and
pushed his torso forward, toward Danny.

"Hey man, Look at this," He said, and with a twist of his fingers on the
fly of his jeans, he opened the button, pulled on the zipper and in seconds
his jeans fell around his ankles, and this gorgeous hard erect enormous
cock was pointing at Danny.  He could hear the sharp intake of breath of
the studs who watched, and the giggles of the girls, who now were taking it
all in, like seeing this was nothing new, just what happened on a friday
night at eleven o clock at Burger King.

"Did you come in here for something to eat or didn't you," the boy said
waving his cock around, his fingers cupping the huge hairy balls.  "Fifty
for a fast suck.  Hundred, all night.  Your place.  Come on man, I'm horny.
Besides I need the money," and he took a step toward Danny.  So close Danny
could have reached out and touched that hard piece of love-meat, but all
the rank and unacceptable uninibited behavior overwhelmed Danny, and he
turned and fled out the door, to the sound of raucous laughter.  "When
you're ready, come back, you hear.  I'll be waiting for you, I'm here most
every night. Okay?"

When he reached the car, and finally got it open with trembling fingers,
Danny began to cry.  "Jesus, what's the matter with me.  That's what I
wanted," and he opened his pants and took his hard hard cock out and jacked
it till the cream spouted all over the seat.  "jesus jesus will I ever do
it?"


It was still raining when he parked the BMW in the garage, hard and steady,
warm too, like the rain in the tropics somewhere.  He was naked now.  Out
of his clothes again and despite the rain walked slowly in the garden and
into the house, still unsatisfied, still horny for contact, but ready to
settle it all, once more, with a hot session, and he grinned as he grabbed
his hard cock and went into the den.


Sitting on a low chair, he spread his legs.  Access to his cock was max
now.  If only he had brought the hustler home, he thought with regret.  But
Danny was not ready.  While the hunger for contact sex was there, a certain
restraint clouded over him.  Perhaps he wasn't yet used to the fact that he
was alone, that mother was away on her trip to the other side of the world,
and he was now free to do anything he wanted.

He lit candles, many of them, and placed them all around the den.  They
were the only illumination in the room for he had turned off all the lamps.
The chair he sat in was leather. It felt wickedly pleasant as his naked
body pressed against it.  He figured it wouldn't matter if he spilled the
slick oil on it by accident.

The slippery feeling of the oil as it covered his swollen cock and solid
shaved balls was wonderful.  He raised his buttocks, just enough to place
his hand under them seeking the hole with a finger.  He inserted it, deep
inside, twisting it in all directions, seeking forbidden pleasures in his
moist, hot rectum.

There was an underground porn video on the VCR, showing pictures of three
boys, just about his age, licking naked bodies, and kissing secret places.
God!  He was so hot, the pleasure in his cock and balls as intense as it
had ever been.  I love this, he thought.  I love watching those boys,
beautiful naked male animals, doing things to each other.  Kissing and
loving each other.  Sucking on huge hard cocks.

His finger was deep inside him now.  He pulled it out, sucked on it,
hypnotized by the taste, by the concept of what he was doing.  How far he
had come on the road to pleasure, in just the few hours since his mother
went away.  He reinserted the finger, squeezed the muscles in his ass,
rolled the finger around that precious knob hidden deep inside, and with
his other hand he masturbated his oil-slick cock.

"Ahaaaaaaaaagh!"

And then at that moment of intense pleasure, as a concentrated orgasm was
building in his balls, the door bell rang.  The sound of the chimes sent
shock waves throughout out his heated and excited naked body.

"Jesus Christ!  Who could that be?"  And they chimed again, and he heard a
familiar voice calling him.  "Dad? Could that be his father, come to check
on him. To see if he was alright?"

And then he heard the key turn in the front door.  "Oh God!  What'll I do
now?" he said to himself.  The sound of the rain outside increased as the
door opened.  And standing there, in the middle of the entry hall, looking
at him through the open doorway that led to the den, was his father.  HIS
FATHER ?  MY GOD !!!

There was a long tenuous moment of inaction.  Neither stirred.  Both men
were captivated by the vision that cut deep into their soul.

Bob Tobin knew his son was gay.  He also knew he was a sexual being at the
peak of his bodys' needs.  Perhaps that is why he stopped by, in the middle
of the night.  For Bob Tobin had his own cloud in his life.  That he had
wanted just this exact vision of his son was freely admitted.  He had even
told his lover, Alex, he intended to visit Danny tonight.  Maybe even to
spend the evening with him.  Teach the boy a few things about the gay
lifestyle, that perhaps the boy didn't know.  Maybe even express a new kind
of love that was always there but had been restrained, for Bob Tobin had
lusted for his son.  Lusted for him in every sexual position his mind could
create.  He HUNGERED for the boy.  Hungered for the touch of his firm body,
the touch only one man can give another.

"Oh my god!" he thought as his gaze took in the erotic scene in the den.
How beautiful he is.  Standing there, so embarrassed, so innocent.  The
light from a candle flickered on the oil-slicked cock.  A cock that stuck
up so proud, out of the patch of blond pubic hair that surrounded it.  The
total nakedness of the boy, sent an avalanche of blood to Bob Tobins'
loins, the sweet naivety, the sense of bewilderment that clouded the boys'
expression on his handsome face, caused Bob to shake in
anticipation...... and to fear rejection too.

Danny, who had always thought his father disapproved that he was gay,
suddenly felt a presence of kinship, a sense of belonging.  He's gay, too!
He told himself, look as his crotch, see his cock. It was growing bigger,
more full as it rolled down the leg, hidden by his thin jeans.

He smiled at him.  "Hi, Dad," he said simply, the embarrassment of having
been caught masturbating disappeared, and then he added, unnecessarily, "I
didn't expect you."  And he grinned, openly and frankly, and he pushed his
hips forward, a sign of submission, offering himself.  And suddenly he knew
that this was what he had been waiting for.  This was what had kept him
virgin for so long a time.  This was why he told his parents he was gay, He
wanted his Dad.  God!!

The impasse continued for long moments, for each, the father and the son,
had private thoughts to sort out, to somehow accept, and finally make the
necessary committment to each other.  But it was inevitable.  The physical
heat and need that they each felt for the other became so great that the
taboos of a rigid society fell away.

And the tableau moved into action as Bob Tobin walked forward into the den,
unconsciously unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his belt, so that soon
his clothes fell away, and he was naked too.  His proud humungous cock was
the ruler now, the maker of decisions, and it pointed the way into his
sons' welcoming arms, and the warmth and heat increased as they hugged each
other and they rubbed their naked bodies together and sucked tongues, and
tasted mouth juices, and their sensitive, expanded cocks exchanged thrills
never felt before.

There were no words now, only the sounds of heated breathing rolled over
the small room. Bob Tobin's knees weakened as he surrendered to his
uncontrollable hungers, and he fell into the leather chair.  His legs
spread apart and his great cock soared out of his patch of thick dark pubic
hair and the foreskin slipped back exposing the smooth tight skin of the
tip where a drop of pre-cum rested on the slit.

His heavy testicles were covered with curly hair and they rested on the
slick leather.  He looked up at Danny, his son, entranced by his beautiful
naked boy-man body, tenuous with muscles, free of hair, accented by huge
nipples that begged to be kissed and suckled.

"On you knees, Danny," he whispered.  This was more than anything he could
hope for.  The answer to a many-years-old dream.  The hypnotized look on
his sons' face was enough for Bob Tobin.  The boy wanted this as much as he
did.

And Danny slipped to the floor and rested his hands on the bare knees of
his Dad, and bending forward, prompted only by instinct, he kissed away the
sparkling drop of liquid sex, and took the luscious hard erect cock into
his mouth, and he began to suck it deep down his throat, lapping his tongue
in lost passion on the hot skin of it.

It was a supreme moment for the two male animals, for fulfillment of a lost
dream was finally realized for both of them, and Danny bobbed his head up
and down and sucked on his fathers' cock with an expertise that belied the
fact this was the first time.

He was a little boy again and his father was his teacher, his lord and
master, and the pleasure expanded like a circus balloon, until finally it
could expand no more, and a flood of hot creamy salty cum exploded in short
sharp stacatto spurts into Dannys' throat, and Danny swallowed his fathers
flood of semen, the seed he was born from, until finally the extreme
pleasure became sharp pain, and Bob Tobin pulled his son away from his
throbbing cock, and bringing the boys fingers to his lips he kissed them
licking away the exciting scents and flavors.

They rested in silence.  Each, was overwhelmed by what had just happened,
lost in his own private thoughts.

After long moments of reliving the pleasure in erotic dreams, Danny arose
from the floor where he had collapsed in exhaustion.  Climbing on to his
naked fathers' lap, he hugged and kissed him.  "Thank you Dad," he said
quietly, "I needed that, I needed you to help me do it, to get it done, and
now I have."

"I thought maybe you needed me, Danny.  I had the feeling you were lost,
that you had to find yourself.  Let's go upstairs, Danny," he said, "To
your room."  And he place his arms around the boys' naked shoulder in a
loving embrace, and the boy felt the secure comfort of his Dad leading him
up the stairs.

When he awakened, his father was gone.  Only the messed up bed attested to
the fucking and sucking and licking and kissing that followed the night of
learning.  He remembered most of all the tender hurt of the fuck.  In fact
he could feel the sensitive hole that had been plundered by his dads' huge
cock.  The fucking.... Aaaaaah the glorious sensation, the exquisite
pleasure of Dads' cock pounding in his rectum, a pounding so powerful that
it created a constant river of cum cascading out of his swollen hard naked
cock spilling on his fathers' hairy flat abs as Danny, sitting on his hips
rode up and down in such out-of-this-world abandon.

But his father was gone, returning to his lover, ending a new adventure
before it began.  At first Danny felt a great loss, a disappointment.  But
as he lay there in the stilless of his bedroom, alone once more, he
fingered all the secret parts of his body, reliving the infinite pleasures
of love, when he heard the solitary click-clack of the lawnmower in the
garden below, and he remembered Ramon, the beautiful naked Ramon, and with
pounding excitement as his cock stretched out reaching for love he stepped
out onto the deck smiling at the boy who stood below.......

And so he was a virgin no more......


joe wilson

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