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"He seemed like real jerk to me!” Ray knew Art pretty well, because Art was a member of the same college fraternity that Ray had pledged during his first semester at the university, where we were all students together. And Art had pretty much acted as if Ray didn't even exist, whenever the two of them were in the same room together. But that was primarily because Art still had feelings for me. And he was very jealous of Ray, because I was dating him , instead of Art. By the way, Art's legal name was Arturo. “He is. And he was!" I quickly agreed with Ray. "But unfortunately, it took me quite a while to figure that out. And since my mother really liked Art a lot, I tried my best to get things to work out between us. I mean, Art was that light-skinned, upper class Hispanic guy that my mom had always wanted me to have as a boyfriend." "So then, unlike Freddy, Art had that light-skinned kind of dick that really turns you on, right?" 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"Anyway, Art and I were going steady, and we had dated for nearly a year. And naturally, we got more and more intimate with each other as the months went by, just like you and I did, back when we were dating. "Then one night, Art and I finally ended up masturbating each ass other. It happened in the back seat of his car." "Was Art's dick bigger than mine?" Ray asked. "Oh, come on! Is that all you guys ever think about?" "Yes. That is all we guys ever think about," Ray said, very sarcastically, and then unexpectedly added, "Well, was it?" "Was it what ?" I automatically asked back, without even thinking. "Was Art's dick bigger than mine?" I downed half a bottle before answering. We talked for a few more minutes while her skirt kept creeping higher every time she moved. “Damn,” I groaned. I had found such completion with him. Her head was bobbing back and forth furiously on the black cock and a “glug, glug, glug,” sound filled the room. 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