AT 5:45 I reach my front door after a day of painting at the Fire Station.My shirt and undershirt are savagely torn from my body.I kick my shoes off.And finally, I can unzip and drop my paint covered pants.I put my thumbs in the waistline of my underwear and without hesitating I pull them down my legs.I crumble them up.I yell at them for I am happy to be free.I throw them to the wall.Then I scratch by balls and stretch my friend (yes he is my friend) until I'm half hard.

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