When I was about 13 years old, my mother bought me some toys called Socker Boppers. They were basically blow up boxing gloves that my cousins and I could put on and then smack the dickens out of each other without leaving bruises, just red spots that stung badly if you did hit hard. Socker boppers were shaped ...
Many years later, after I had gone through all the body changes of puberty, I grew tired of the usual ways of masturbating. I began looking for things to masturbate with, to simulate a real pussy. These boppers seemed perfect, so I tried stuffing my penis into one. When it was blown up tight, I coul...
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