Do you remember what it was like to be a young man, OANST? Do you remember what it was like to be so fresh, so new, so full of hopes, dreams and semen? The world seemed so bountiful back then, so full of things to see, and do; to touch, taste and experience. Yet there were some things, in those glorious days, that stood out like the sun's reflection amongst those golden fields of life yet to be lived. Namely, breasts. Their ability to impair a young man's reasoning is well-known, and the effect generally proportional to their size. I will not apologise for my actions, but I will not endorse them as my own free choice either.
Also I might be bi, but shockingly I'm not interested in going into that here.
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