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10 Things about Gay Porn

Last night, Jan brought over gay porn for me to watch. I asked and he brought. Several things about gay porn I've noticed:

1) The men are incredibbly, sinfully hot.
2) The men have impeccably styled hair. Full-bodied, lustrous hair.
3) A blowjob is all about suction.
4)Trimmed pubic hair on a man looks hot.
5)Tan lines can be drastic and still hot.
6)Men like their nipples tweaked.
7)Anal sex looks fuckin' sexy.
8)Two men in a shower? Yum.
9)Having sex in your socks only? Not an issue.
10)Music is so danceable, you don't know if you should watch or dance.

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