Oldman and boy gay sex storys

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I was doing a little painting for people to bring in some extra cash. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons.

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