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Special birthday // Gay story

Spring in the city of N bloomed with lush colors: the sun shone brightly; the blue sky was clear of clouds. The leaves of the trees that grew along the edges of the road swayed in a light breeze. In one of the large private houses that were on this street, today there was a party in honor of the birthday of the youngest of its residents. Yurka invited his school friends. There were a lot of people...

Special birthday // Gay ballbusting story

Spring in the city of N bloomed with lush colors: the sun shone brightly; the blue sky was clear of clouds. The leaves of the trees that grew along the edges of the road swayed in a light breeze. In one of the large private houses that were on this street, today there was a party in honor of the birthday of the youngest of its residents. Yurka invited his school friends. There were a lot of people...

Dimly lit room // gays, ballbusting, bondage, blowjob

I enter a dimly lit, richly furnished room where an 18-year-old muscular guy is lying, hand and foot bound to the bed. ​ It is very convenient that the author missed the attraction of this stallion to his lair. An introduction in a nightclub, sparks in the eyes, promises of the most powerful orgasm of his life, the author left out all these details so that readers can enjoy the icing on the...

Dimly lit room

I enter a dimly lit, richly furnished room where an 18-year-old muscular guy is lying, hand and foot bound to the bed. It is very convenient that the author missed the attraction of this stallion to his lair. An introduction in a nightclub, sparks in the eyes, promises of the most powerful orgasm of his life, the author left out all these details so that readers can enjoy the icing on the cake. So...

Winter Evening, Or Meeting With A Friend

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Summer morning, or Kicks in the balls

It was a hot summer morning. The sun blazed in the garden, jumping with its bunnies on the leaves of apple trees, which should soon bear fruit. The nightingales sang in a flood, and a light wind leaned one of the branches of the apple tree against the window of the house. Our hero lives in this modest house. He has already woken up, opened the curtains and is now doing exercises. It's very ugly to...