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Bathroom Secrets 101 Jun 01 2009, 02:19 PM
Called me a fudge packer
and walked off.
Was it wrong that I wanted to clinch
his dick with my fingertips?

We were friends,
(that's what he said we were)
He liked to feel the breasts of a women
and I liked to think of him when I played with myself.

He taught me how to masturbate.

There were stains on my bed sheets
from the practice.
My penis started to turn red.

Dusty nights hid my naked body
like the arms of a father.
The blankets around me sizzled, baking me.
(Hot, like the men who hide their shame from the eyes of the world)
but casting them aside would be like letting go of it...

"Slide up, lean your chin back, and breathe."
A technique he taught me.
"Feels fuckin' good, doesn't it?"

He called me a fudge packer,
punched me in my face
and walked off.
I fell to the dirt, (it tasted like blood),
and now I jack off to that memory.

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