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Thank you for the kind words

A masterpiece. Thank you

Most definitely. It shows me that the guy is connected and into it

Nothing like a hot twitchy clitty wanting to be milked

Good storyline

@abbystrays free to take poz loads like a good girl

Ok! One vote for evil 😈

Come on through. Bring @Parker7 too lol

Keep him ruthless! Sometimes we want to see The Darkness at work, causing harm, helping men make the wrong, more pleasurable choices. I love dark stories, so I'm up for seeing some nasty shit!

Lidell's Jack's of Color parties were the best. Especially the theme parties, sometimes he would have the "Over 40 Party and Those Who Like Them". I never had so much sex in my life.

Yeah, I am past the point of taking “special requests” from hookups. Maybe from a FB or a FWB.

Right? Like it’s 2024, asshole.

I encountered ass-to-mouth in real life long before I started seeing it in porn. Finishing off where you started isn't a particularly exotic impulse.

Martin raged in his mind as the guards escorted him into C Block He could not believe how fast Paul had taken everything from him. Bobby had divorced him, his money was gone and now he was here. In typical fashion Martin blamed everyone but himself for what had happened to him A huge hand fell on his shoulder and he was turned around A mountain of a man looked at him closely “You are Martin aren’t you?” the huge man said “How did you know that?” Martin asked more than a little afraid of this giant “The name’s Buster and I was in the visitation room the last time you came to talk to Paul. You pissed him off something terrible and I don’t rightly like that since Paul was kind of special to me” Buster said “You know Paul?” Martin squeaked in a frightened voice “Yup, he was here for years. He was a good friend the last few months. Now I don’t usually fuck guys because it take me forever to cum that way but I think I’m going to make you my personal bitch. You pissed off my friend and being my cum dump is gonna be your reward” Buster told him, sounding almost good natured about it as he groped a massive bulge in his loose pants “I don’t get fucked” Martin said automatically, he hated getting fucked and avoided it at all costs since he had been pozzed by a guy who said he was neg after he sent Paul to prison Buster laughed “You won’t be able to say that muck longer because I’m going to fuck you when, how and where I like from now on . Like I said, your my personal bitch. And don’t bother asking for help. I run things in C Block and no one is gonna lift a finger to stop me” Buster dragged him into his cell “This bitch is moving in with me” He told the guard “Fine with me” The guard said and walked off Buster put a hand on Martin’s shoulder and forced him to his knees “Why don’t you pull my pants down and kiss your new best friend, he needs some help getting hard, so you understand, if you make me force you or bite me it’s going to get much worse for you” The giant informed him Martin pulled Buster’s pants down and gaped. The thing hanging between Busters legs could not be real. Soft it was bigger than Martin’s cock was hard “Suck Bitch” Buster said Martin could barely get the head in his mouth Eventually Martin managed to get “his new best friend” hard, though his jaw and throat ached from the effort “Fuck there must ne horses who ate not this hung” He thought staring in horror at what this man intended to shove up his ass “Get your pants off and lay face down on the lower bunk” Buster told him. Having nowhere to run, Martin did what he was told Buster climbed on top of him and forced his legs apart. The head of his cock was the size f a small fist and he was not gentle as he pushed in. Martin shoved his own face into a pillow and screamed It took Buster almost half an hour to get all the way in that first time, Martin almost passes out several times from the pain of it When he was all the way in Buster started a slow in and out motion. He was not kidding about taking a long time to cum either. He fucked Martin for nearly two hours before cumming in him, depositing his load a couple inches past Martin’s inner ring and then pulling out leaving his hole gaping open “Good fuck Bitch, see you tonight” Buster said leaving Martin laying there barely able to feel his legs That night Martin got to find out what a Teddy Bear must feel like as Buster held him more like an object than a person. There was no escaping that grip and to be honest it was probably all that kept Martin from falling out of the narrow bed that was mostly taken up by Buster’s huge frame Paul had been a good leader for C Block and most people had liked him ot at least respected him. Martin was isolated. No one but Buster would even talk to him. He spent his days brooding in the cell he shared with Buster. A couple weeks after Martin became Buster’s personal Bitch a guard came and told him he had visitors As he walked into the visitation room he saw Buster shaking hands with Paul and Carl “I’m here to see my mom” Buster said indicating a tiny woman at a nearby table who smiled at them all. “I’m glad to see you both looking so good, freedom agrees with you . I got 15 more years before I get out. They put your friend Martin in C Block and he’s been getting a daily dose of my cock. He hasn’t thanked me once though” The huge man told them with a smirk Paul laughed “I’m surprised he can walk! That monster between your legs used to give me nightmares! Thank god you never tried to put it in me!” Buster smiled “You know I prefer to bottom but I’m making a special exception just for our friend. It teaches him humility if nothing else. Ahhh here is my Little Bitch now! I will let you two talk to him” and he ambled off to talk to his mom Martin sneered as he sat across from Paul and Carl “Come to gloat?” he asked snidely “Well maybe just a little” Paul said “I have to say you look terrible in prison orange. It's just not your color Martin” “I will get out someday Paul and when I do I will come after you and they boys with everything I have” Martin said hotly “Which is precisely nothing” Paul said with a smile “Your assets are gone, sold to pay off the money you stole and your legal bills, so don’t make threats you can’t follow through with” Martin ignored him “You know the one thing I comfort myself with? The fact that Bobby and Mike will carry my virus in them forever. I pozzed two of your precious sons and you can never undo that” he said viciously, hoping for at least a wince from Paul Paul just laughed. “Go ahead and tell him Carl, its why we came to see this pathetic looser in the first place. I want to watch his face crack and fall off when he finds out” “Well you see Martin, there was some question about that, I was fucking both boys twice a day for two weeks before you got ahold of them PrEP free. Paul came up with the idea. Anyway, it turns out both boys HIV strain exactly match mine, not yours, They were poz before you had a chance to infect them” Carl said a bit smugly He pulled a piece of paper showing the test results out of his pocket and laid it on the table “I don’t believe you! They would never have cheated on me!” Martin blustered but it was right there in black and white “Believe it” Paul said “I beat you, totally and completely. All three boys are mine because they WANT to be mine. You never had more than forced obedience. They never loved you like the love their Dad. You have no connection, no claim on them at all, not even your impotent virus in their veins” Martin looked like he wanted to luge across the table and strangle Paul “Go for it” Carl said quietly “I’d finally get to put my fist in your face and attacking a visitor would probably keep you here at least another five years” “I intend to be at every parole hearing you have, Bobby wants to come too. We will see if we can’t persuade them that you are where where you belong” Paul told him pleasantly “I will get my revenge on all of you!” Martin growled angry frustration Paul laughed “You sound like a villain in a bad movie, Martin. You are such a drama queen. You brought this all on yourself and I hope you enjoy every moment of it” Martin gave him a look of pure venom then stood stiffly, turned and stalked out of the room “What a nasty man” Buster’s mom said from a nearby table “But that was better than watching my soap operas! I thought he was going to explode!” “He’s quite a piece of work, isn’t he?” Buster said “There is just something wrong with him” Paul said shaking his head “Oh well, I have 15 years to beat it out of him, any advice on how to make it 'better’ for him? I got nothing else to do so I can make it my pet project” Buster said Paul thought about it and told the large man a few things, Carl added a few more “I will talk to my boys and see if they have anything to add and write you with it” Paul said and they shook their friends hand once more After Buster got the promised letter from Paul he made some changes to how he treated Martin “You are such a pretty girl, You know you deserve this and you secretly want it, You want to be my little bitch. I’m going to petition the Warden to let us get married so you can be my wife just like you secretly want” he would whisper in Martin’s ear as he fucked him. He pinched and stretched Martin's nipples with his large, rough fingers as well, keeping them constantly sore and eventually making them grow larger The Warden granted the partition and Martin seethed as he was forced to go through with the wedding, promising to be a good wife to Buster. The other men in C Block continued to avoid and isolate him so pretty much the only words spoken to him were Busters twisting manipulations while he got fucked by a cock that he was never able to take without pain, even after they had been fucking for years ******************************** 15 years later: Paul and Buster kept up a correspondence over the years and eventually Buster made a request of him that required some soul searching on Paul's part before he agreed Paul, Carl and Bobby waited outside the prison gates as Buster led a very timid, meek Martin out. The Warden had arranged for them to be released on the same day to prevent trouble Paul and Buster hugged then Paul regarded the wreck of a man that used to be Martin Martin avoided meeting anyone’s eyes and always tried to put himself behind Buster, as if the big man was his protector, his shield “Thank you for allowing him to be paroled Paul, he would have been lost and utterly defenseless in there without me. We have been together for almost 15 years and I actually do love him. Also, I'm the one who broke him so I need to take care of him now” Buster said quietly as Martin hid behind him, shying away from Paul, Carl and Bobby “It’s not you, he’s always like that now. He even thinks his name is “Buster’s Wife”, he wont even respond to "Martin" most of the time” Buster said sadly He turned and said “Come here Baby” and pulled Martin in front of him holding him protectively Martin looked at them “I know you don’t I?” he said hesitantly to Bobby “From another lifetime” Bobby said with compassion in his voice “We were married once, Marin” “Buster is my husband! I’m a good wife to him! I'm a good wife!” Martin said with an edge of panic in his voice “Shhhh Baby, Everything is ok, you are a good wife and I love you, stay calm” Bister said as he held the fretting Martin tightly, as if he might try to run off “He’s going to be on probation for the next 20 years or so and they will keep an ankle bracelet on hilt to track his location. We got you a nice condo near us and I arranged a monthly stipend for you Buster. I don’t think he should be left alone while you go to a job” Carl said and he sounded sad at what Martin had become “You are right, he falls apart if I’m away from him for more than an hour. Thank you all. I was worried how I would care for him and work at the same time” Buster said gratefully “This goes beyond even what he had planned for me and my brothers” Bobby said sadly “He’s totally broken” “You would have ended up just as broken but I doubt he would have cared for you like Buster is going to care for him” Paul said “He’s lucky others are not as selfish as he used to be” but even Paul had pity and compassion in his voice Buster became like a member of the family, the boys all went to visit with him a couple times a week as he cared for Martin who became more and more of a recluse, totally focused on Buster and only Buster. He would retreat tp the bedroom when Buster had visitors It continued that way for many years until, having not heard from Buster for a couple days, Paul went to check on them. No one answered the food and Paul used his key to let himself in He found them cold and still in bed together, Buster holding Martin clutched like a Teddy Bear The autopsy concluded “sudden unexplained heart stoppage” for both of them but it was unsure who had passed first Paul and Carl had them buried together, they stood at he grave side service surrounded by their family. Marc and his husband Sean, Bobby and Mike, who had found a small island nation where they could get legally married and now were close to their 20th anniversary and his three grandsons who were in their early 20s and also his slaves, as they should be They would miss Buster, the big man had been truly selfless in his devotion to caring for Martin Paul realized that, in the end, Martin had gotten what he had always wanted, Someone who loved hi, someone who devoted every waking moment to him. In his heart he hoped both Buster and Martin had found peace ******************************************************************************************************* Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Ugh, I hate the "are you clean?"

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Neg (as far as I know), never done prep, don't do drugs. Will do poppers, as they turn me into a whore lol always fuck bare. Tend to top young guys, but will bottom for all. Interested parties apply within!

Looking for a host. Dominant is best. Make me service.

Isn’t funny how easily straight guys fall apart when they are horny? They insist that they only play safe. But when you refuse to get in and start putting the candy away, they quickly lose their resolve, and throw all caution into the wind. Went to the arcade last night, and this married guy honed in on me right away. He followed me around from a distance until I went into a booth, in which he quickly followed and slapped the lock closed. This guy was horny as hell. Start groping and making out with me. (It was actually a pretty good kisser, I will give him that.) It was almost savage how he turned me around, dropped to his knees and yanked my shorts down. After giving my whole thorough tongue wash, he got back up and whispered into my ear how he was going to fuck me. He then began trying to open up a condom, and that is what I told him I only went raw. at first, he told me he only played say or not at all. I said OK and started to pull up my shorts. He asked me what the hell, and I told him again that I only play raw. You could see the panic and his eyes, all horned up as he was. Like they always too, he asked me if I was clean. Since I showered and douched before coming to the arcade, I said yes. He then gave up to his primal urges, and raw dogged me like a teenager. After a shot of massive load up my ass, fumbled to put his dick away, he of course, asked me again if I was clean. I laughed and told him that it did not really matter now, especially since he just fucked me. But then I assured him that I was and sent him on his merry way. Is it funny?

Got home from the daytime Pride parade to get some supper ... and I generally watch the news while I eat it. Thus, there are some unconfirmed numbers in this post. It appears that there was more trouble in Israel, with 8 (that's eight) Israeli soldiers were ambushed and killed during some sort of raid in Southern Rafah. Apparently, they were going after some Hamas fighters they had reason to believe were in the area. This after 4 (that's four) Israeli soldiers were killed recently, with a corresponding death-toll of around 250 (that's two hundred and fifty) Palestinian citizens were recently killed in the incident that took the 4 Israeli soldier's lives, again in an Israeli raid attempting to kill/capture some Hamas guerillas. The previous incident resulted in thousands of Israeli citizens demonstrating in the streets for new Israeli elections - the goal of which is to give the boot to Netanyahu as the Israeli Prime Minister. Benny Gantz "postponed" his announced departure from the "War Cabinet", which operates within the greater Cabinet in Israel. Is it just me? Does it sound to anyone else like the death of 4 Israeli soldiers, conducting an armed raid into civilian areas in the area, is commensurate with around 250 (some estimates are higher) Palestinian civilians killed? The death-toll of Palestinian civilians today is not yet in, according to the US major media sources, however it doesn't appear that the Israeli forces made much of a dent in their previous record. Worse, the little boy blunder in the HoR took it upon himself to invite Netanyahu to address a Joint Session of Congress in late July a few days ago. That invitation, in and of itself, is not particularly out of the ordinary. Joint Sessions are held in the chambers of the House of Representatives, with the Speaker presiding. Wouldn't it be a shame if most of the D's just couldn't manage to clear their busy calendars, and attend that Joint Session, initiated by little boy bullshit? They're all busy campaigning these days - it would be completely understandable if all the chairs weren't filled. Of course, I would imagine that all the R's would be in attendance, since it's likely to be quite a show. I'm also rather confident the President may find himself in a bit of a scheduling bind, but then - it wasn't him that initiated the invitation. Chances are better that he'll be around though, since Joe Biden has forgotten more about caring for others more than himself than Nettie ever learned in the first place. I may head out a little later for the nighttime Pride parade, or I may not. In any case though, tonight should be one helluva blast at the fuckjoints !!!

Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: Near Home—July, 2023 I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks. Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking. Yet. The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day. I stroke. Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move. A very large white man comes through the door. He stands next to me, leaning against the wall. He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back. He asks politely if he can sit next to me. I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes. He sits. We watch the video—well, I do. He is watching my cock. Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat. He takes me to the root effortlessly. His mouth is velvet. I groan, surprised and pleased. My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us. He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly. The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick. I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot. “Don’t waste it.” He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me. Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth. I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick. He zips up and leaves. My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. But my staying power is tiring the guy. He comes up for air. I tell him how great it felt. He takes off, but says he will come back for another round. I stroke. The door opens. A Black man, around my age, comes in. I have not seen him before. He has a fair amount of gray in his hair. He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build. He has a slight gut. And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me. He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.” I shrug. “Not by much.” “Suck me?” I don’t answer. I just let him invade my mouth. I have to work at this one. The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing. I go to my knees. I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making. I suck and lick. I pay particular attention to his balls. They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all. I lick and moan a little myself. Soon he wants to sit. He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles. I go back to my knees. It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut. I lick his balls again. He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too. “Oh, fuck...” he moans. I swallow his cock again and then his load. It’s huge. Those balls have been working overtime. I just keep swallowing as he unloads. He thanks me and leaves the room. I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down… * The very large man is back and on my dick. He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave. Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me. This makes the huge guy work harder. But I am still nowhere near shooting. He leaves—this time for good. An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in. I often fuck him here. He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex. I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me. He sits next to me. “Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?” I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod. “I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.” I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me. “I love doing that,” I venture. “It looked so hot. I want to try it.” He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper. “I found this cute bottom. I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?” “Felch.” “Yes! And then fuck in your load.” “Sure.” “He’s in the arcade. Meet us in the gay room.” He bustles out the door. I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit. They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute. He’s a college kid likely from the local university: short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.) He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock. He strips down to just gym socks. The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee. He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair. I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. “Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster. I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in. He grunts—but takes me with no issue. This young man has talent. He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow. He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum. I slap his ass and pick up the tempo. “Breed him!” whispers the other guy. “You want my load?” I want to hear it from him. But he only nods. “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge. “Breed my ass, daddy!” And that does it. I shoot deep and hard into his butt. I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain. I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom. He does, loving every minute of it. I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred. “There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers. “Do what you want to do…” I say firmly. He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass. He whimpers. I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it. He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back. “So hot,” he says as he stands up. “Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…” He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole. The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan. “I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters. He begins a quick fuck. The young man is getting off on the scenario, too. “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out. “Make me your cumdump.” In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man. He stands stock still, shaking. The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass. I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Helping Fulfill a Fantasy (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 21, 2023

Never quite sure what that means. So subjective.