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In order to keep himself from cumming too soon, Josh paused as his hands squeezed at the base of his shaft, sighing softly and smirking when he saw that Akira looked a bit lost, as if he wasn't sure to listen, to hide, or to continue. Taking a moment, Josh parted his lips, his eyes getting a bit serious although his voice remained soft.
"Akira. Listen to me." Josh spoke confidently. "Get the box beneath my bed. Don't open it until I tell you. Come on, do it for me." The man said, his voice low yet strong, showing no signs of wavering.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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