Boy, it was hot! The weather, that is; thick and hot, like mid summer. Manny came over. He was hot, too. It was good to sweat. It was good to kiss him. It was good to slide my hands down his pants. I've got the usual beard burn across my bottom lip, one of the facts of doing it with a wog boy, thick beard. I often wonder if anyone notices the red mark along my bottom lip. I wonder? ...if they have any idea.
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