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Unlike me, the Dominican guys could actually dance, as in, they were legit-
imately trained. They’d pull crazy Magic Mike type moves. They’d pick the
girls up, fling them in the air, put them on their shoulders, simulate fellatio,
the works. Meanwhile, I would just kind of like grind up on them. People
liked to touch me, that’s all. The big thing they liked to do was to grab or
slap my ass. It didn’t bother me.
Anyway, that bachelorette party was pretty tame. It was the farthest thing
from that classic porn fantasy of, like, a giant orgy with hot babes. When-
ever I told my boys what I did, they’d be like, “Oh man, you must be getting
pussy left and right.” I mean, I guess could’ve gotten my fill of male ass, but
that’s not my thing. I had a girlfriend at the time, and she trusted me. That’s
all I needed.
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