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If he isn't a rapist, he should accept this explanation and stop hitting on you. When he lowered me down and pushed his cock inside my mouth I was in heaven. Only saw Matthew once or twice after that. What can I say, the alcohol had me feeling bold.

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At some point in the night he asked me if I wanted to leave. I just remember begging him to fuck me harder and that made him even more enthusiastic. After all these years of me having this stupid crush on him. As I got older, my crush just got even worse but the good thing is we rarely saw eachother after mom and I moved so time with my dad was even less.

Asking me if I was alright. We talked some more, joked around, threw some not so subtle compliments at eachother, had some more drinks. I swear my heart was pounding so hard and I tried not to seem to desperate when I told him yes. That just made my cock twitch even more.

We did some catching up and he asked me if I wanted to go back inside the bar to have some beers.

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God he was amazing. Just any place where I knew I would have a perfect view of his body. When I was 14 and started becoming more aware of my sexuality I had the biggest crush on him. I was disappointed when he made me stop but he said he felt he was close and wanted go as long as possible with me.

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He knew what he wanted and knew how to be direct with me.

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My friend said it was cool so went back in and we had a few drinks. Matthew was always nice to me and treated me like one of the boys, nothing weird or sexual. So last year around December, I went to a gay bar in the area. He was rough and demanding.

He pushed me to his bed and had me get down in all fours. Few hours later I came outside with my friend because he needed a smoke and we ran into eachother. When I transferred colleges, I got closer to my dad again because my college is back in the same city as him.