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When he said “do you want to kiss me longer” I shot my load! It reminded me of my Dad, and how we used to kiss goodnight. We had a ritual, I would kiss him on the cheek, then he would kiss me on the cheek. But after I told him I was gay; it changed I would kiss him, then he would grab my hand and pull me in for a long hug and kiss, leaving his lips on my cheek. I loved the feel of his razor stubble, and it felt so nice to have him give me that closeness. I think it was his way of telling me it was okay.
