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Boy, 16 (Stanza II) When he was eight they promised him in advance Nobody would even touch him And they kept their promise They knew the drooling pervs couldn’t resist That hairless pp So when they asked him to touch his hole Down deep he knew He could have refused But he had done it before Worried that it made him gay Doing it for them didn’t make it any less gay Still somehow it calmed the worry hugzu ;-p ![]() |