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Some time ago, but by no mean, far away, there was this guy. His name was Jeff.
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Every day, Jeff would work out hard, building and tanning his beautiful body
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from head to toe.
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One day, on a jog through his favourite park, he came upon two guys holding
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holding hands. "Fags", he yelled, hoping that he could pick a fight. But,
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neither of the guys could care less, calling Jeff nothing less than perceptive
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as they continued to hold hands and start to kiss.
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This upset Jeff a bit, but he continued on his jog. He was getting out of
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breathe and he noticed that he had been running harder and faster because of
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his run in with the two faggots. Almost on the verge of exhaustion, he bent
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over facing the ground with his hands at his knees, huffing and puffing like
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the largest of locomotives.
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All of a sudden, he felt a hand on his sweaty back. He jumped. He hadn't heard
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anyone behind him and he was startled somewhat by the hand.
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It was a good friend of his, James.
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"Hi guy", said James, "Didn't mean to startle you like that!"
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"Oh...it's okay, I was just a bit out of it. I was thinking about two guys I
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saw earlier. It really got my gander up."
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"I think I know the ones you mean...Wally and Chuck. So what's the problem?"
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"What do you mean what's the problem? Those guys are fags!"
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"So...so am I."
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"WHAT? You've gotta be kidding?"
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"No. I'm not kidding. Fact is...I think you're gay too. Admit it Jeff!"
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"Now you're really joking! Get away from me you queer"
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With that, Jeff gulped some air and sped off, leaving James standing there
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shaking his head in disgust.
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Jeff ran so hard he could hardly breathe and his chest thumped with each
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contraction of his heart.
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When he reached home he ran up to his room and locked the door behind him. He
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slumped himself onto the bed and tried to relax. It was then that he noticed
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a very large bulge in his shorts.
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He sat up and pulled off his tank top, throwing it to one side. It landed on
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a half eaten pizza. The room was a mess, but Jeff looked great and he was now
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tugging at his shorts. They were making him unconfortable - what with this
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incredible salami for a dick!
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He picked up a magazine from the floor and started thumbing through it as he
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sat back down on the bed, now clad in socks and underwear. His cock could be
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seen poking past the waistband.
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He lay back with the magazine open and beside him on the bed. He reached into
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his undies and started to rub his crotch, harder and harder. The picture in
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the magazine was of some bodybuilder, posing his best. Jeff was obviously
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unsure of his emotions regarding his sexual orientation. James may have been
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right about Jeff. In any case, he worked his meat faster and faster!
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His other hand moved down too, and he placed it in back of him with one finger
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tickling his anus, then all of a sudden, it went in, right up to the nuckle.
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He moaned and tossed from side to side and he jerked harder and faster. His
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tongue wagged and licked his lips and he rolled to one side, licking the photo
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in the magazine. Jeff must have been gay. He just didn't know it!
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Suddenly, a shot of cum flew onto the magazine, and another past Jeff's head.
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He must have really been saving it up...but he had worked it loose now and it
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just kept cumming. His chest was covered and still his cock throbbed. His
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finger worked hard and fast in that tight, dark hole making the sensation last
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and last and last. Finally, it stopped and Jeff lay there still, his arms limp
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from there workout.
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Something moved off near the window. He moved quickly. It was James. He was
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looking in the window. He must have seen everything. He'd now know that his
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suspicions about Jeff were nothing other than fact. Jeff sighed and invited
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James in through the partially open window.
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"I was afraid James. I just couldn't say anything."
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"It's okay Jeff," said James," just promise me one thing?"
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"Name it!", came Jeff, "Anything!"
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"Fuck me!", said James, as he jumped knocking Jeff back onto the bed.
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