It was January of 1991. I was 19, Mr. AZ was 21, and we'd been making out in my dorm room. He moved further and further south and I let him. When it was over, and I had brought him off with my hand, the first time I'd ever touched a cock, and we lay snuggling, I asked him when we could do it again. It was good stuff, Maynard.

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