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He texted me during math class. I caught his eye. We met for coffee. Classes over, we went to my place and fucked hard.

His skin was torn. The scar ran jagged, his face ruined. His hands were strong, his touch gentle. Here lies a man, a life well spent.

But now I've put on all their little hats and all their little masks. And there's no better present than a party that never has to end.

a nose crossing the street

I’ll never understand why people ask for surprise parties. The only real surprise was no one wondered why the punch bowl was out as they sn

me and skyler ryan

I was 22 when I was forced to leave home and never be back again. I didn’t have.but now i know i am gay ps this is trace,dillon i love you!

nicnolas cage

dillon sayer likes little boys bungholes

dillon sayer and trace doyle having but sex

mordon art