Harold and I had been meeting now for almost a year. He would soon be seventy-seven and I was turning thirty-three. Harold was addicted to watching me getting fucked. Harold had prostrate cancer and lost the ability to get hard. But he had lots of toys he carried around in his briefcase. He would set me up with one, or several of his friends. Sometimes, he'd want me to suck his limp dick while
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