Short gay erotic fiction
I find myself driving towards his house, my heart pounding, realizing this is the night I"ll lose my virginity Mar : Author D. Russian 3 Stories Last Updated: Nov 02, Summer vacation.
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It turns out he was dressed in a skimpy bright orange Speedo. Maybe it was because he was the only one I recognized--he had an identity separate from that of the group because I'd first seen him alone, leaning over the side of the boat as he called out to us.
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