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Contents:
- DIRTY GAY DADDI VOLUME 1: A COLLECTN OF HOT GAY STORI
- NGHTY GAY STORI 2: USED BY MY DAD'S FRIENDS
- THE GAY FATHER I NEVER KNEW
- GAY DADS AND A SON WHO THOUGHT HE WAS GAY
- BREEDG HIS DADDY'S FRIEND (OLR MAN YOUNGER MAN GAY SEX)
- NGHTY GAY STORI 1: SLEEPG WH MY SON'S BT FRIEND
DIRTY GAY DADDI VOLUME 1: A COLLECTN OF HOT GAY STORI
* dad son gay stories *
This a llectn of gay romance and eroti stori featurg hot, gay daddi. The daddi are about to make your dirty gay fantasi e to life.
NGHTY GAY STORI 2: USED BY MY DAD'S FRIENDS
He thks the olr, sexy gentleman isn't to him, but when this horny young stud fds out his father's iend wants him jt as bad, the two will start a iendship wh the bt benefs is a llectn of explic gay ntent.
THE GAY FATHER I NEVER KNEW
This is the first stallment of Dirty Gay Daddi.
GAY DADS AND A SON WHO THOUGHT HE WAS GAY
Dirty Gay Daddi Volume 2 is available now. I was a ltful young man who wanted to experience gay sex. Warng: this story ntas explic gay sex, cludg threom, and is for mature rears!
BREEDG HIS DADDY'S FRIEND (OLR MAN YOUNGER MAN GAY SEX)
I also knew that my dad mt be gay—bee, well, of urse. While I’d never met an out gay man, I kd of knew what they were supposed to be like om movi and TV, and Dad f the mold: He loved to ok; he cleaned obssively; he kept the Internatnal Male talog around, bee, he said, “I like the cloth. “You know, ” I said to Dad, “I asked Mom once if you were gay.
NGHTY GAY STORI 1: SLEEPG WH MY SON'S BT FRIEND
“Gay? “I’m not gay.
” she’d said our kchen—after a long nversatn she’d had wh an openly gay iend om llege, Pat, who had, apparently, been a nfidant of Dad’s.
Years later Mom told me that, acrdg to Pat, Dad had been active Lexgton and Louisville’s gay club scene. ) But to actually let me —to s on that blue blanket, look me the eye and tell me he was gay—was somethg he uldn’t do. “I asked Mom once if you were gay, ” I would have said.