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“No, I don’t smoke.” He had a deep voice which I liked. Before he was out the door a couple dorky white college looking k**s were at the bar hitting on me. It was a sports bar in Escondido, a few miles from where we lived in San Diego at the time. Dee strolled by around then, because later he told me all he could see walking by was him leaning back, slightly reclined, and my head bobbing up and down rapidly with his hand on my head. Thinking quickly, I improvised. So I agreed. Dee said he would walk outside, cross the street and go buy something from the store across the street before heading back to see if I was outside smoking with my new friend. We ended our kiss and I lowered down taking his cock into my mouth.
