Dad & I - Where It All Started

by DFWHeadMaster

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I’m Derek Anderson and I grew up in the suburbs of a rather large Texas town in a very middle-class home. I was just your average guy who excelled in school, getting good grades and participating in a handful of extracurricular activities in school.  I was never the athletic type although I had a great body and many of the girls in school thought I was a catch. I dated some in high school, but never really got serious about it with anyone. I had plans, but a wife, 2.3 children, and the white picket fence, would only get in the way (even though I desperately wanted children and to be a father).  I left home just after graduating high school to head to NYU to get a degree in business, and having a family wasn’t in the cards for me (or so I thought).

I kept getting a lot of pressure from my fairly conservative parents like most kids in that situation do like, ‘When are you going to get married?’ or ‘when are we going to get grandchildren?,’ the sort of stuff that most guys got where I grew up at that time. I loved my parents and I guess some sort of guilt started setting in.  I was just about to finish up my undergraduate degree and had been head hunted by some pretty prestigious firms back in Dallas, so I made the decision to finish up school, head back home, and start working on those grandchildren.

Shortly after I moved back home, I ran into the girl who was my best friend back in high school at the grocery store.  It was really great seeing her.  She had turned into a beautiful woman who was incredibly smart and talented. We started hanging out again, and in no time, she decided she had better ideas than us just hanging out as friends.  It wasn’t until after we were married that I found out she had been in love with me since junior high school.  So, it seemed like the perfect situation.  She loved me, she wanted to be my wife, and I couldn’t see anyone better than her to be the mother of my children. I loved her and enjoyed sex with her.  So, we got to it and had our only child – our amazing son DJ. I was Derek Sr. and he was Derek Jr. which is why we started calling him DJ (we both agreed there could  be way too many chances for my wife, when she was mad, to scream out ‘DEREK,’ and neither of us knowing which one needed to head for the door!) 

DJ was a beautiful little boy, healthy in every way and damned good looking (if I do say so myself).  His mother and I had been blessed with our fair share of good looks and the gene pool didn’t skip him thank God.  He had dark black straight hair, beautiful blue eyes, the perfect smile and a personality that matched.  He was an incredibly optimistic little boy and was always very curious – about everything! I loved being his father and did everything in my power to make sure my little man lived his best life. My wife and I were open-minded enough to let his curiosity wander and he got into a lot of things.  All through elementary school, junior high, and on into high school, he was always wanting to do this or do that, and we just encouraged him to do whatever made him happy. By the time he was 17 years old and in the 11th grade he had settled on sports, and particularly football as what he loved playing the most.  He played football for his high school, and he was quite good.  By this time, he had grown to be about 5’ 9” tall, about 145lbs (slim to medium build size for a boy his age and that height). He was toned because of the sports and took really good care of his body. He had a perfect 6-pack set of abs and was tanned perfectly from being outside playing football so much. My wife and I would go to all his games.  One day after a game, we waited for him in the stands, and he came up to me with a very strange look on his face.  He looked at me and said, “Dad, I need to talk to you and just you, sorry mom.” My wife thought that was a little odd as we had always talked together as a family, but she looked at me, smiled, and said she’d meet me at the car.  I sat DJ down there in the stands and said, “What’s wrong son?” He said, “Well, I need to tell you about something that happened during the game.” I told him I watched the entire game and I thought he did great, especially since they’d won the game.  He said, “No dad, it wasn’t about something that happened DURING the game, it was about something that happened in the locker room during halftime.” I looked at him and began to get worried, especially since I knew that his high school was under probation because one of the coaches had gotten caught having an inappropriate sexual relationship with one of his players. But that particular thought went away fast when he began to tell me what happened in the locker room.

He started telling me about Jared who was the same age as DJ, the quarterback of the football team.  Now, I had known Jared because his family went to the same church we did. I had always liked their family and his parents, my wife and I were fairly close with them.  He said, “Dad, when we got into the locker room, I needed to take a piss really badly, so I want to one of the urinals, and Jared walked up beside me to the urinal next to me.  As I was taking a leek, Jared leaned over the divider and was watching me piss and said, “Damn bro, that’s a nice cock. I was surprised and didn’t know how to respond, so I just smiled.” I could tell DJ was really flustered by that, and I told him that I wouldn’t worry about it all that much because it was just boys being boys. I remember at 14, I was always paying attention to other guy’s bodies if for no other reason to compare them to mine.  My consoling must have worked because that beautiful smile came back on his face, and I hugged him and told him he was great out on the field today.  We walked out to the car to find mom and nothing more was said about it, and I had let it leave my mind.

That was, until a few months later. One night I came home from work and decided I needed to do a little work out in the backyard before dinner, so I changed out of my work clothes and into some running shorts, a tank top, and tennis shoes.  Now, even though I was never involved in athletics, I had always had a very strong mind about keeping myself in shape. I went to the gym several times a week, worked out with a trainer, and watched what I ate (for the most part). So, I was in fairly good shape for a man my age.  As I was down on my knees working on the flower bed just outside our back door, I heard the sliding glass door open, and it was DJ. He didn’t say much but “Hey Dad!” I said ‘hey’ back and kept on working.  I hadn’t noticed that he was standing up on the deck just quietly watching me, but I could feel something piercing through me. I turned around and saw him staring at me, but not just staring at me in general, but staring at what was falling out of my gym shorts. When I realize he was staring at my crotch, I quickly readjusted myself to make sure everything was in place.  I love to go commando in my shorts and even sometimes do that at the gym.  I’m not a prude at all and while I am not the most perfect specimen of man, I know that I do look good – just ask all the guys at the gym who watch me for almost all of my workout.  Plus, I love the attention.

Each time I would look back at him, I would notice him staring at my crotch and so I finally asked him, “Deej, what are you looking at?”  He smiled a grin that I had never seen him smile at me before and said, “Dad, you’re in really good shape.” I thanked him and asked him what brought that on because he had never taken the time to comment on my body before. He just kept staring at me and each time I looked back, he was staring a hole through me, and I felt myself begin to get a hard on.  WHAT?!?! Where did THAT come from? And because I wasn’t wearing any underwear, it became obvious very quickly what was going on down there and I turned back and saw his grin get bigger.  I think I even saw a glimpse of him adjusting his own crotch as I was turning back around to the flower bed. What was happening?  Was my son acting like all the guys at the gym who were cruising me while I was working out?  Was my son cruising his very own dad?

As quick as he was there, he was gone and I had to stop and wipe some of the sweat from my forehead, both from the sun and from what had just happened.  My mind was playing tricks on me, and I just passed it off as, well I don’t know what it was, but I just let it go.  That night at dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened.  It brought up a bunch of old memories of when I was in college and had my fair share of escapades, some of them even with men.  I was always into feeling good and I didn’t care where it came from.  I had let that all leave me when I moved back home and eventually married my wife – but as the old saying goes, gone but not forgotten. 

I noticed DJ watching me at dinner and at one point, he dropped his fork on the floor and immediately scooted his chair back to jump down and pick it up. My wife had stepped back into the kitchen to get some rolls out of the oven, and I noticed that he was down on the floor a bit longer than he should have been, so I looked under the table and saw him on all fours, stopped dead in his tracks staring at my crotch again. Apparently, when I sat down at the dinner table, the way I sat down, my gym shorts pouched in a way that gave a full-on view at that level of both my balls and my cock. He was there with his eyes wide open and focused on my crotch. When I saw how intently he was staring at it, I started getting another hard on. It started growing and I could feel it start to make its way outside of the bottom of my shorts.  I am about 8” and with a fairly normal girth, so it didn’t take long for it to start showing.  I could see DJ watching it grow and this time, I absolutely saw him start touching himself. I had to put a stop to this because my wife was going to be back to the table at any second. I motioned to him to quickly get up off the floor and back in his chair, so he did. For the rest of the dinner, he just kept smiling at me.  I kept asking myself why I was getting an erection at my son watching me but still couldn’t come up with an answer.
Dinner was over, DJ went to his room and my wife and I sat down on the sofa to watch some TV and it wasn’t long before we both agreed to call it a night a little early and went to bed. I like to sleep in my boxer shorts most of the time with no shirt on which I did that night.  I went to bed increasingly confused about what happened that day, but finally went to sleep. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I thought I heard a faint noise, and it woke me up.  I sat up, looked around, saw nothing, and then went back to sleep.  The next thing I remember in my half sleep was feeling something warm on my crotch. In my daze, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming it or if it was real. It sort of startled me, but for some reason I didn’t jerk, I just woke up and slowly raised my head to see my son leaning over my bed, slowly massaging my now fully erect penis in his hands.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing but something deep inside places of me I had long forgotten said, “Let this happen,” so I did.  I laid perfectly still as his massaging hands kept handling my cock making me feel better and better with the move of his hands.  And then, the unthinkable happened, he positioned himself a little better on the side of my bed so he could get closer and then gently took my cock and put it in his mouth. I tried not to make a sound because I didn’t want to wake my wife, or scare him, plus sadly, I realized deep down I didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure my son was giving me with my cock in his mouth was an ecstasy I had never known (and never thought I WANTED to know). My 17-year-old boy was so engrossed in what he was doing that I lost all of my senses and just gave in. I still didn’t move a muscle because something inside of me said, “Let this be his secret.” He knew exactly how to use his mouth, tongue, and hands to give me the best dammed blow job I had ever had. 

I was torn with the feelings that were welling up inside of me – first, that it felt amazing, and then, also feeling that at that moment, I had allowed myself to slip into that dangerously taboo place I never thought I would go – incestuous sex with my son. I couldn’t believe what was going through my mind.  I was allowing my son to suck my cock but damn, it felt good. Even though the excitement of it all had my adrenaline at an all-time high, I went back and forth between this being amazing and me feeling like a creep of the highest degree. I calmed myself a little by reminding myself that I didn’t initiate it, he did.  He is the one who made it very clear to me twice tonight that he wanted to see more. So, I gave into the feelings and let him suck me off as I could see he was enjoying it like I’d never seen him enjoy anything before.

He slid his sweet mouth up and down my cock just like he had been doing it his whole life. I was kinda surprised that he knew what he was doing. No teeth!  I had to learn that lesson the hard way when I was back in college, but my son already knew just how to make his dad feel great.  It didn’t take long because it was clear he knew just what to do to make daddy cum and squirt a big hot juicy load right then and there. I shot one of the biggest loads of cum I can remember down my sons throat and he expertly lapped it all up not letting one drop come out of his mouth.  He sucked on my hard cock until I was completely dry.  

When I had let him have every last drop, again, as fast as he was there, he was gone. I just lay there in disbelief at what had just happened and incredibly grateful that my wife who was sleeping right next to me slept through it all. I woke up the next morning still in a daze from what had happened but went down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, and there was DJ, sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast as if nothing had ever happened.  He said, “Morning Dad!” I said, “Good morning Deej.” I tried to not let on that I knew what he had done and went about getting ready for work.  As I was leaving out the door, he called out, “I love you dad, have a great day” with a little bit of a shit-eating grin on his face which confused me even more.  I thought about it all day at work and was completely useless because I couldn’t shake what had happened, but more than that, that I loved it and God forgive me, I wouldn’t be upset if it happened again.

That night when I got home, everything seemed to be fairly normal. Mom was cooking dinner and DJ was in his room doing his homework.  We had a nice dinner and mom suggested we all sit down and watch a movie.  DJ and I were fine with that and just as we were getting settled in, mom’s phone rang.  Mom got up to take the call in the kitchen and it was my crazy aunt Sheila.  She was all upset about something and wanted my mom to come over ASAP.  We only lived about 10 minutes from her so mom said ok and grabbed her car keys as she was heading out the door, told me and DJ she would be back after she figured out what was going on over there. 

I was wearing a similar pair of gym shorts as last night, no underwear, and this time decided to go shirtless.  I was laying on the sofa with my legs up on the ottoman and DJ was on the other end of the sofa.  He, too, was wearing gym shorts and he had on a tank top. We turned on our favorite TV show and started watching it.  As we got into the show, from time to time I would glance over at Deej to catch him staring at me again. Each time I noticed him staring at me (and specifically at my crotch), I would get harder and harder until it became absolutely obvious, I was fully erect.  My cock was stretching the fabric so tight I thought it would explode and he simply couldn’t take his eyes off me.  I finally looked over at him and said, “Hey son, scoot over here and let’s cuddle up.” He was all too happy to do that, so he did.  As he moved over to me, I raised my arm and cradled him into my chest. He snuggled up in close and placed his arm across my stomach.  He had a perfect view of my crotch at this point (which I secretly loved). I could feel the adrenaline coursing in me.

All we really did that night was just love up on each other as any father and son would do and cuddled close.  He would rub his hands along my abdomen, and I would rub his back.  It was just nice being that close to him knowing full well he wanted more than that and I wanted to give it to him.  I was not about to let it happen though, on the off chance his mom might walk back in the door. So, I did everything I could to hold back what I knew would ultimately happen.  Mom did finally come back home a little after 10pm. I decided it was time to hit the sack and I finally got up and told DJ not to stay up too late.  He said ok dad and I was off to bed.

I did something I normally didn’t do which was I decided to sleep naked that night.  My wife asked me why and I just gave her some lame excuse as to it being too hot or me feeling too constricted or something and she didn’t push the issue. I kissed her good night and off to sleep we went.  About 2 am that night, I woke up much like I did the night before with my fully hard cock in my sons mouth.  I thought I might hear him coming in this time, but he surprised me once again.  This time though, I got another surprise I hadn’t counted on. I could see through the moonlight coming through the window that he was completely naked himself.  The sight of his beautiful teenage, well-toned body blew my mind.  I tried
not to move so he thought I was asleep but seeing his amazing body just about through me over the edge.  I had never really paid that much attention to just how incredible my son’s body was. Even though he played football and was very active, it just never crossed my mind to give it a single thought.  His skin was tanned from being out in the sun, almost to looking like a Latino with his dark hair and blue eyes. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was, how he turned me on, and how he unlocked something in me I thought had been hidden forever.

Much like the night before, my son was fast at work using his apparent expert skills to take me on a journey that was once again making his father lose what little bit of sanity he had left. His soft lips were sucking on my cock in ways that made me feel at one point like last night wasn’t the first time he had done this.  There was a poise and confidence he had about it that made me think his dads cock wasn’t the first one that had ever crossed his lips. I could sense in him though an urgency, comparative to an addiction tonight that I didn’t see last night.  It seemed like he couldn’t get enough.  Then finally, he ended up taking my whole cock in his mouth and quietly deep throated me which drove me to the brink.  I did everything I could do not to move around so he would think I was still sleeping but it was the hardest thing I’d ever done.  It wasn’t long before I just couldn’t control myself or hold it in, so I finally orgasmed and shot load after thick load of hot cum into his mouth.  I could hear him moaning in pleasure as he took each and every ounce of my cum.  I was in ecstasy; he was in ecstasy, and I could tell this one took a lot out of him by the way he moaned as quiet as he could so as not to wake my wife up.  Thank God she could sleep through a hurricane. 

He still thought I was asleep but knew very well that he had just given his dad a pleasure that few boys his age would ever experience and that made him almost gleam with pride.  He slurped up the last few drops that were left on the tip of my cock and then gently leaned back down one more time to kiss it.  He slowly backed his way off my bed and then went back to his bedroom.  I knew then that I had a son who loved cock and would do anything he could to get it.  I faintly heard him moaning in his room minutes after he left as I’m sure he was jerking off to the memory of what he’d just done.  He’d just given his dad a 2nd blow job and I could tell that memory was fueling his own orgasm. I drifted off to sleep thanking my lucky stars I’d been blessed with a son who knew how to suck his dads cock like a pro.

The next afternoon, I sent DJ a text while I was still at work and told him I wanted to talk to him when I got home and asked if he would be there.  I didn’t know if he had football practice or what, but he immediately texted me back and said, “Sure dad, I’ll be here.” I knew I needed to sit him down and talk to him about this because I needed some questions answered.  I needed to know where he learned to do what he was doing to me. I guess the “good father” side of me started coming out and I just wanted to make sure that if he was out there learning these things that he was at least being safe.  I knew that by sitting him down and telling him the truth, that I hadn’t really been asleep the last two nights, it would be taking our relationship to a whole new level.  I didn’t know if he would flat out deny it claiming that his old man had lost his mind, or if he would come clean and admit he’d been sneaking in my room at night sucking my cock. 

When I got home, I was glad to find out that DJ told me mom had said we were on our own for dinner tonight as she would be up at the church all night for a ladies meeting.  I was glad that DJ and I would have some alone time to sit down and talk through this.  I changed out of my work clothes and into some gym shorts and a tank top.  I wanted to be as comfortable as I could be for the talk we were about to have. So, I sat him down on the sofa and said, “Hey son…. I just need you to know I wasn’t asleep.” He looked at me kind of confused. “You weren’t asleep? Dad, what are you talking about?”  I repeated myself and said it slower… “I – was – not – asleep.”  And all of a sudden, he realized what I was talking about.  At first, I saw fear on his face, but it didn’t take too long for that fear look to morph into an almost devilish look.  He had a slight grin on his face. He said, “Really? So, you weren’t asleep?” I said, “No I wasn’t, and I just wanted to say thank you. I don’t know where you learned to do that, but you took me to places that I just didn’t know were possible for me.  You gave me a pleasure that no one, including your mother, has ever been able to give me.”  He smiled and said, “You’re welcome dad – I’ve been wanting to do that for quite some time now and finally got up the nerve. I’m so glad you loved it.”

Now it was time for the questions.  I asked him, “Where in the hell did you learn to do all of that?” We both looked at each other in silence for a quick moment, then busted out laughing. He laughed a little and said, “Dad, have you ever heard of a little thing called the internet?” We both chuckled a little, but he went on to say, “But the real lessons didn’t come from there.  Do you remember that day after my football game when I told you about Jared and what he did to me in the locker room?” I said, “Of course I remember.” He said, “Well, that apparently ignited something in me that I didn’t even know was there, so I ended up approaching him about it a few days later. I asked him why he leaned over the divider at the urinals and told me I had a great cock. He said because he really liked it and wanted to know if I wanted to see his.  I, of course said yes and that was the start of him becoming my teacher, my coach, for a new kind of sport I’ve come to love and almost crave. He and I have been playing around with each other ever since then on the down low, but it’s never gone beyond blow jobs.  I tried to take it to a deeper level once, but he shut it down very quickly.  I was fine with that though because honestly, all I really wanted was his cock in my hands and in my mouth. He has an uncle that taught him how to do it and he really loved being able to show me.” I was blown away that the quarterback of the football team had taken advantage of my son and said as much to DJ.  He was quick to let me know that he didn’t, and that he was kind and gentle with me the entire time and that honestly, he wanted it.

He went onto say, “Being able to unleash my craving for cock with Jared sent my mind in a million different directions and of course, I went straight to the internet to start looking at as many gay porn sites as I could to “learn more.” But it wasn’t until that night I walked out onto the back deck when you were working in the flower bed and saw you in those shorts and could see something coming out of them that I ever really even thought about you in that way, or thought about your cock.  But from that moment on, it was all I could think of.  I needed to see your cock, feel your cock, touch your cock, smell your cock, and most importantly, have your cock in my mouth. That’s why I was on the floor under the kitchen table that night at dinner.  I dropped my fork on purpose so I could get under the table to see if I could catch a glimpse of it – and I did.  That sent me into another world.  I’m so glad you weren’t wearing any underwear.” 

As I was listening to him tell me all of this, I noticed my cock getting harder and harder. He would glance down at it from time to time and even once said, “I’m guessing you’re liking my story,” to which I could only get embarrassed.  I asked him if he thought it was odd that he wanted to see, touch and feel my cock? He said no and said that he realized after getting over the initial sensation of the sexual excitement of it all, he thought that dads and sons love each other and didn’t know that wouldn’t just be an extension of it.  I told him I felt that it was a really uncomfortable topic for me because I knew that it was not only out of the norm, but that incest was strictly taboo, and we could get in a lot of trouble.  I could see him beginning to get sad so I told him even though I knew that was true, I couldn’t stop thinking of him and I wanted more. That brought a big smile to his face.  

He started moving closer to me on the sofa and all I could think was I want to eat this boy up.  I have never wanted anything more than to devour every single inch of my son at that moment and it looked like I was going to get my chance.  He positioned himself on the sofa so he could lean over into my lap facing me and our lips touched.  It was a little tentative at first, but as he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth I gave in and slipped mine into his.  It was so beautiful and so intimate.  It was soft and gentle at first but then it got more passionate. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around his body.  He started kissing my neck, then licking my nipples, then he let his tongue make its way down my stomach and when he got to my shorts, he slowly slid them off my waist and they fell to the floor uncovering my perfectly hard cock that had been trying to escape those shorts since the conversation began.  He’d been waiting for this moment as much as I had.  We were both fully awake, fully aware, and fully ready to allow this moment between he and I to happen.

Just as he’d done the nights before in my bedroom, he took loving care of my cock and I could see that while he had experienced what I called an addiction to it previously, this time, he was slow and methodical and making sure he saw every inch of it as his tongue ran up and down it.  He’d stop from time to time to gently kiss the head and then finally he put his whole mouth over it and engulfed the entire thing into his mouth.  I think he tried to take too much at first because he started to gag, but then he relaxed his throat and was able to get it all in.  It was clear to me he was falling in love with my cock. I could tell by the way he took such loving care of it while also trying to make sure it made me feel good too. 

As much as I didn’t want to, at one point I stopped him and asked, “You’ve had multiple times to have my cock in YOUR mouth, can I have YOURS?” I saw that devilish smile again and he said, “Of course dad.”  He laid back on the sofa and took off his gym shorts and his t-shirt laying their completely naked.  Other than last night in the moonlight, it was the first time I’d seen my son fully nude since he was a little boy.  It was absolutely stunning and at that point, I didn’t care of this was incestuous – I knew it was the most amazing feeling of my life.  My mind was spinning and all I could do was lean down and slowly take his cock into my mouth. The moment my mouth had the head of his cock in it, fireworks literally went off.  The explosion of joy I felt rivaled anything I’d ever felt.

I took as great a care with his perfectly proportioned cock (about 7 inches) as he did mine. It didn’t take me long to fall equally in love with his as he has mine.  My son had shown me that I was as much a cock lover as he was. I could feel it going down my throat slowly as he allowed me to take my time.  He started moaning the farther down I got on it and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I wanted to savor each and every moment of this experience not knowing if it would ever happen again.  The thrill of doing something that most people would think abnormal was, in that moment, the single most normal thing I had ever done in my life. I started moving up and down faster as his body started writhing to the left and then to the right.  I could tell he was enjoying this as much as I was.  He grabbed my shoulders with a firm grip and said, “I’m close. I’m about to shoot my load into your mouth dad!!!” That made me only go faster because I was about to shoot mine too.  And then it happened, as if in perfect unison, I felt streams of his salty, yet sweet cum flow into my mouth and down my throat.  One, two, three, four big ones.  And at that exact same time, I shot my load between my belly and the sofa. It just came out of me with the force of a fire hose.  We both could feel the exhilaration of what had just happened.  Once we had both emptied our balls, I laid down on top of him breathing harder than from any workout I’d ever had.  He wrapped his arms around me, leaned into to give me a perfect kiss and I knew that as he stuck his tongue in, he was getting to taste his own cum.  The faint moan I heard told me he loved being able to taste himself in my mouth. He pulled back and then whispered into my ear, “Thank you.” At that moment, I could not have loved my son any more.

When we were both able to breathe normally again, we got up off the sofa and realized we needed to get ourselves and the sofa cleaned up before mom got home. As we were walking down the hall before we went into our respective bedrooms, he stopped, turned, and said, “Hey dad, that was the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. I love you.” Tears started welling up in my eyes and I said, “DJ, it was for me too and I hope you don’t stop sneaking in my bedroom in the middle of the night with your sweet surprises.”  He chuckled a little and said, “I won’t dad, I won’t, and you know what excites me the most?” I said, “No son, what?” “Next time, you get to keep your eyes open looking at the face of your boy who loves you so much while he’s bringing this pleasure of perfection to you.” I smiled and walked into my bedroom grateful and wondering what I ever did to have been blessed with such an amazingly ‘talented,’ ‘gifted,’ and loving son.


This was my very first erotic story I’ve ever written (07/04/2024). Parts of it are true and parts fiction. I have loved reading other amazing authors with theirs and want to thank them for allowing me the opportunity to learn from them and grow as a writer. I would love to hear your feedback. Thank you.

by DFWHeadMaster

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