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Erotic Story:
The Rock
It was Saturday again, that means that he will be in
the park sitting on the rock when I walk by. You see every Saturday for the
last six weeks I walked to the library through the park. Every time this
older man would be sitting on a rock, smiling and kind of playing with
himself. He was always dressed in a tight sleeveless shirt and short, short
red shorts.
Every time I walked by he would ask me for a cigarette, and say "I
could run you up if you got the point." At first I was not that sure what he
meant, I just knew it sounded really erotic. Every time he would say that,
my cock would get so big it would hurt.
Sometimes when I got home I would jerk my meat thinking of this older guy on
the rock. I was on my way to the library again and this time I was ready, I
bought a pack of smokes and went on my way through the park. The
anticipation was killing me inside, just thinking about the offer to run me
up sent chills down my spine. I walked a little faster then usual that day.
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