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By *evin7 OP Man
over a year ago
Beaufort |
When I was in my late teens, I often walked the 2 miles route home from a girlfriend’s house after 10pm. One night, a guy in his early twenties pulled over in a mini car and offered a lift. I’ve only got a mile to go, I said. Here, look, he said, I’ve got magazines for you to look at on the way.. opening the hardest porn mag I’d ever seen, with rigid cocks in it.. wow, I immediately nearly broke the zip on my already extended trousers. My trousers are tight too, he said, drawing my attention to the tube like shape in his. Do you like tight trousers? he asked. Yes, I said, they save my bits flopping about. You like mine? He asked. Erm, yes, I guess so. Cmon, get in! I’ll run you home. Look at these mags... he urged. It was a good 5 mins longer conversation before I convinced him I wasn’t going to get in. I really had the feeling I would have been in no danger, and so wanted to look at those hardcore magazines, and so wanted to discover what he wanted to do with me. I have lived with the questions for nearly 50 years. I so regret not just going with my gut.. I wished I’d just asked him straight, look, if I take a ride, what would you like to do with me and will I enjoy it? |
