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The first kink I had than I can recall, was with cowboys. I had a book about "Marlboro Country" plenty of pictures of men with their denim outfits and chaps riding horses with a red always lit in their lips. As all the men in my family, it was just a matter of time I became a smoker too, but these cowboys were actually a big inspiration and role model for me. Although I had never riden a horse, I just fantasied being one of them and I used the book to jerk off hiding in my bathroom smoking my first stolen cigs while cumming on my Levi's. I also kept an empty pack that I put on my jacket or jeans imagining that it was mine and I was a cool heavy smoker too.

25 years later I guess I'm still not a cowboy, but I have my chaps and for sure I'm a proud Marlboro man 🚬🤠