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    The Secret of the Billionaire - Preface

    The road was full of cars, buses, vans, but the taxi driver was skillful and stopped right in front of the villa on time. I remained open-mouthed, just looking at the large copper-coloured wrought iron gate, with its large swirls, curls and acanthus leaves, hanging from thick vertical bars...
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    The Secret of the Billionaire - 2

    The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon, darkening the bright green of the trees in the garden until they were transformed into simple dark silhouettes that stood out against the orange glow of the setting sun, fading into an ever-deepening blue. Under the shower, the hot water...
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    The Secret of the Billionaire - 1

    Filippo was waiting for me at the door, and I began to think he was a psychic, but that spontaneous smile of his and that professional way of doing things immediately won me over. "Sir, shall I take your bags to your room?" he asked, holding out his hands. "No, I'll do it myself, don't worry."...
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    MY FIRST REAL BLOWJOB TO MY COUSIN...

    In less than a week I had picked up my first cock, sawed it off, squirted it, licked it and swallowed the cum of another male. Maybe Paolo was right, I really was a budding slut. That holiday had already marked my sex life, I was always excited and determined to continue pushing myself...
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    Red Lights

    The sign on the route from the office to home had always fascinated and attracted me; but I had never had the strength (or courage) to go to the box office, buy the ticket and enter. Even that evening, I was very hesitant and, in front of the box office window, I was standing there, uncertain...
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    The Return Of My Bullies

    It was a feat to even say goodbye to each other, we wished that moment would never end. It's almost dawn and I keep thinking about it, I do to open the door but then I go back and kiss him. I don't care that we're under my house, someone might see us but I don't care now. We keep kissing for at...
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    ME AND MY NEW NEIGHBORS...

    A few months ago I started a new life, a new city, a new neighborhood, a new apartment building and... new neighbors. As soon as I arrived I was strange, I looked for the apartment online and I stopped it almost on paper, it was comfortable at work, quite big and close to the necessary...
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    The Hub And The Officer

    Andrij Burjak was a sexting boy who lived in a small village in the countryside around Kiev. He was about five feet tall, had a nimble physique, fair skin and blond hair, which stood out his black eyes over a beautiful slightly hollowed out nose. Andrij was in love with Klara, a sexting girl from...
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    In Quarantine Time I Count The Sheep To Sleep ( First Cocks In The Ass And Other Anecdotes)

    At the beginning of April I decided to take the courage with two hands and leave for Milan. I told my mother that I would go to the capital of Lombardy to go to a gay club. She didn't take it too well. She screamed at me: "Why aren't there any lullabies here? You have to go all the way to...
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    WITHOUT HOUSE

    I warn my beloved readers, incurable wankers, that this story does not contain one but more adventures. Therefore, try not to come to the first one right away but keep reading, at least as long as you can resist. My mother died when I was little and my father, years later, remarried with a...
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