I was browsing a gay erotica site the other day, and I came across a story that was written and published in 1997. I felt like I had opened a dusty chest, and I was about to read Ye Olden Tome o’ Cocken-Ballen.

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I was browsing a gay erotica site the other day, and I came across a story that was written and published in 1997. I felt like I had opened a dusty chest, and I was about to read Ye Olden Tome o’ Cocken-Ballen.