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Charlie Kirk was kirking it.
He had been kirking it for hours.
"Should I stop?" He asked himself If so, when?
Porn was his right, after all, that which his ancestors had forsworn
He swiped his finger along the screen, scrolling through the feed. That's when he saw it. He stopped stroking.
He had come across the art of gay porn.
It lit something inside of him. Not a bullet this time. Something deeper.
Something within the very trenches of his soul.
His right hand began to move again. He began to stroke his cock to the voluptuous bubble butt bottom boys displayed on his screen.
"This feels right," Charlie said between moans. "This feels... good."
His breathing grew faster. More shallow.
"Why *grunt*... why does this feel so much better?" he thought to himself.
"Why is it that... *moan* that when I look at men...it feels better to touch myself?"
That. That one thought. Would change Charlie's life forever.
It was that moment...he knew the answer to his question.
He shouldn't stop. He should never stop.
Charlie Kirk then decided he would never stop jerking off to gay porn, no matter what Erika would think.
And then everybody started clapping.
Fin