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Angelo was available on Sniffies and as eager to fuck as I was to get fucked. He was over in a flash and had me sucking his cock in no time. I could just barely take it all down my thought and Angelo patiently and persistently pulled my head down until he was lodged in my throat. "Swallow" he ordered and my throat massaged his cock until it was even harder and thicker. I got him wetter and wetter, bobbing my throat onto his big cock. Angelo massaged fingerful KY into my pussy and lined up his wet cock. He slid into me easily and plowed me steadily. I squeezed his big cock with my ass and he pounded harder and deeper. I could tell he was going to shoot his jizz deep inside my ass. His cock throbbed as he came and planted his load.

We are what we eat.....if you eat lots of meat and fat or you smoke etc your cum will bare the after-taste. I personally dont find it too tart or bitter - generally its quite tolerable and enjoyable. I really like the creamy, silky texture and the act of taking it. I think once you get past the 'idea' of it you quickly realize its easy to take and an exciting thing to do for your partner. 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

HairyAlaskanArtist (whom I know personally though we've been out of touch for years) is on JFF. You can find him on X: https://x.com/HairyAKArtist

Rob what's left to swallow when you've already cummed down his throat?

I get real turned on when my cocksucker is choking and gagging when I’m balls deep down his throat. I got one cocksucker who always chokes and gags when I fuck his throat BUT he always keeps his mouth open and takes my cock as hard and as deep as I want without ever trying to pull off me. I tell him I’m gunna cum and he holds his breath while I pump my sperm down his throat. Then I tell him to swallow.

Hot story

Wish i was that boy

Looking to take loads while I’m in town

Very hot

I am definitely more like you, though I’m a step further and my cock is locked in inverted chastity cage now. I bet chastity would look great on you too.

Fuck, yeah!

Chapter 10: One Year In Thor, Farouk, and Kristian all found their businesses, and their incomes, going from strength to strength during the latter half of the year. Thor and Farouk certainly did more actual travelling in pursuit of new clients, but when Kristian did take a week off for a vacation in Thailand, he was able to travel deluxe and first class all the way at next to no cost, thanks to the credits he had built up with various travel suppliers. As October approached, all three of them were wondering more frequently whether they would make the cut, get approved for another Christmas party, and for another year of progress. Thor in particular found his growing preoccupation strange. It wasn’t as if he had ever lacked for sexual hook-ups, so that couldn’t be the reason why. Could it? His mind was slowly awakening to the fact that the pursuit of wealth had become his main career path, with all the hot sex a considerable side fringe benefit of the line of work which he had chosen. At his last monthly statement, he realized that his net worth had already more than doubled to a mind-boggling total amount of some 4 million Norwegian kroner, equivalent to nearly 400,000 Euros. Even with that sterling success, he still felt uncertain. Thor was amused, and bemused, in equal parts when he caught himself deliberately holding the last two weeks of October open from any business or personal commitments -- just in case, as he frequently reminded himself. His speculation came to an end on the 18th of October when he got a message from Lars: >Free for a 5-night stay in Malta, leaving tomorrow morning? Thor replied at once: > Yes, no problem. In a moment, the reply came: > Someone’s eager. Join me at usual hotel, Suite 2403, tonight at six. At six o’clock sharp, Thor stepped off the elevator with his bag in tow and knocked on the door of 2403. Lars opened it, drew him in, and welcomed him with a hot kiss and an immediate grope of Thor’s crotch – which at once shot to full erection. “Just as I said, someone’s eager.” Thor laughed as he gave Lars a meaningful squeeze of his firm butt. “Funny, you don’t seem too annoyed by that.” “Early or late dinner tonight?” “Late definitely.” By now Thor was working at pulling down the zipper to release Lars from the confines of his immaculate tailored trousers. Lars, for his part, was already busily unbuttoning Thor’s shirt and spreading it open to reveal his tanned chest and abs. He dropped his head down and began going to work on Thor’s nipples, licking and sucking in a way that got Thor moaning almost at once. Meanwhile, Thor now had Lars bulging noticeably out of the open fly of his trousers, the bright red briefs plainly straining to hold everything in. In only a couple more minutes, they were both fully undressed and naked on the bed, with Lars lying on his face and Thor stretched out on top of him, embedded deep inside his mentor’s hole, and already well on his way with building up to the kind of rapid-fire fucking that precedes a hot breeding. Lars was fully into the scene too, clenching his ass repeatedly to excite Thor even more. He might be a masterful top, but he wasn’t at all averse to being fucked hard and deep by a hot young guy with a thick, long tool and the skills to use it thoroughly. In fact, Lars was getting so wound up that he could tell he was going to cum hands-free, provided that Thor kept up his end of the bargain. Thor seemed almost to be reading his older partner’s mind, as he heaved up onto his extended arms and began doing high-voltage pushups inside Lars, stretching his ass open as he drove himself towards the finish line. It took only a few seconds longer, as the skilled manipulations of an experienced fuckhole drove Thor rapidly up to and over the brink. With a loud groan, he thrust deep inside Lars, repeatedly rabbit-punching as his cock pulsed and pumped and shot his cum all the way up into Lars. As he did so, he heard through the roaring in his ears the loud cry Lars gave as his own cock blew out his sperm all over the bed under his body. As soon as Thor removed his cock and patted Lars on the ass, Lars rolled over, seized his hand, and snapped, “Shower, now!” “What’s the big hurry?” “Business meeting tonight, before dinner, so we need to get on with it.” Once they were both dried off and dressed, Lars planted Thor into a chair and then sat down across from him. Thor realized that this was going to be the “business meeting,” and that Lars was going to do something which he almost never did. He was going to explain things. Well, some things. “You’ve made a good start, Thor. You guessed correctly what the Club expected of you, and you’re well on your way with that first phase. That’s why you’re being invited back for another Christmas gathering at the Caribbean resort. “You’ve done well, but some others have not. Some of your fellow first timers from last year won’t be back – not now, not ever. At each stage, it’s one chance only or you’re out, and there are always the ones who don’t measure up to our expectations – each year. “Since you have made the cut, for this year, I need to tell you plainly that you are now subject to the Club’s secrecy rule, or at least you will be if you decide to continue.” Lars handed him a paper and watched as he read it over from beginning to end. Thor had no trouble grasping the basic idea of keeping everything quiet, but the comprehensive nature of all the rules was a bit daunting. Nothing learned in confidence from any full member or senior apprentice was ever to be shared with anyone. “Anyone” was defined as other members, other apprentices, friends, relatives of any degree, personal partners, business associates or partners, clients, or any of the above pertaining to any other member or apprentice of the Club. The existence of the Club itself was never to be disclosed to any non-member. The same restriction applied to any description of the Club’s activities. Nothing whatsoever was to be disclosed at any time to any apprentice lower in seniority than himself. This promise was binding for life. Thor read it all the way through twice, before looking up at the impassive face of Lars. “I understand.” “Good. You’ll be asked to make a sworn oath to that effect tomorrow night after dinner.” Lars took the paper, folded it twice, and fed it into a portable shredder which he took out of his bag. He swept up the resulting confetti, put it into a ziptop plastic bag, sealed it, and pocketed it. The next day, as they unpacked in a deluxe resort suite in Malta, Thor enjoyed the feeling of being in a warmer place without any need to fly for hours and hours or cross multiple time zones. The dinner which he went to with Lars was attended only by the second-time apprentices (seven of them in all) and their mentors. Thor was relieved to see both Farouk and Kristian in attendance, but he certainly noted with regret the absence of Miles and Benny. During dinner, the Club Governor spoke informally, but at some length, about the importance of each apprentice growing his own influence and power in whatever area of work he decided to pursue. After dinner, the seven apprentices lined up and were called forward one by one to sign the oath of membership, with each one’s signature witnessed by the Club Governor and by the apprentice’s mentor. After the oath, their mentor members dismissed them before continuing their own discussions. Thor, Farouk, and Kristian convened in Kristian’s suite, ordering up some single-malt Scotch from room service. Thor opened the discussion. “I’m sure that speech was a deliberate hint or pointer for our benefit.” “Agreed,” Kristian added. “I’m sure we’ve all noticed that nothing ever happens just by accident around this Club, even when it seems a bit random at first.” The others nodded their agreement. “Gents,” Farouk put in, “we certainly want to keep our eyes and ears open for any more hints this week, and at Christmas, and share them with each other.” Their ready agreement showed that all three of them had heard and understood the message about “one chance only,” loud and clear. All three of them also knew that knowledge was still their only weapon in trying to unravel the mysteries of the Christmas Club. Kristian downed the rest of his Scotch. “Okay, that’s enough serious business for tonight. We have other things to worry about right now.” As he said this, his hand started rubbing the front of his trousers, causing a rapid growth of the contents. As soon as they caught his meaning, both Thor and Farouk stood up and began stripping. In just a minute or so all three of them were down to their underwear, and three cocks were proudly tenting the front of a boxer brief (Farouk), a micro brief (Thor), and a thong (Kristian). Thor took just one moment to ask if this was okay with Kristian’s mentor. Kristian laughed. “Erik got his own room. He says I breathe too loudly for him to sleep. It’s all good.” With that, Kristian dropped to his knees to begin making the acquaintance of the sizable meat stick straining the waistband of Farouk’s white boxer briefs. He lifted the waistband clear of the bulbous head, and then grasped the shaft, pulling it down like the lever on a slot machine, until the briefs were resting down below on Farouk’s balls. At this point, the entire huge shaft was pointing right at Kristian’s mouth and he murmured, “Biggest one I’ve ever had” before he wrapped his eager lips right around Farouk’s cock, the head already oozing precum. Nor was Thor hanging idle. He’d already pulled his own briefs off and now he straddled Kristian’s back, thumping his cock against Kristian’s shoulder to demand a share of the attention. Kristian grasped his tool and began jacking it slowly as he took Farouk deeper into his throat. Then he pushed sideways with his hand until Thor, getting the message, stepped around the side to stand shoulder to shoulder with Farouk. Now both of their cocks were jabbing at Kristian’s mouth as he worked back and forth between them. Kristian loved worshipping more than one at a time, and these two were both real beauties. Farouk seized his jaw and forced him back down onto his own tool, at the same time commanding Kristian to “look at me, Kristian.” Kristian looked up as he deep-throated Farouk, in time to see Thor and Farouk making out with each other with wild lusty energy. When Thor tried to get his tool back into the mouth action, though, Farouk objected. “Come on, Thor, I got his mouth first. Find someplace else to stick your cock.” Kristian immediately took the hint, rising up onto all fours and then giving his ass an extra thrust upwards. Thor moved around behind him, spit on his hand, rubbed the spit over Kristian’s hole (which was already glistening with lube), and then planted his cock and started pushing in. Kristian groaned but Farouk gave his face a slap. “Shut up and deep throat me.” Kristian struggled to keep his moans down as he returned to Farouk with new energy at the same time that Thor was opening him up and taking him deep and hard from behind. In moments, Thor and Farouk were both pounding hard, tenderizing Kristian in both his holes while Kristian struggled to breathe, and suck, and squeeze all at once. Kristian was in absolute ecstasy getting spitroasted and taken all the way to pig heaven by his two friends. This was the best ride he’d had in ages, even better than the two times he’d gotten the works from the twins. It seemed like no time at all to all three of them (although it was a solid fifteen minutes of heavy-duty fucking) before Farouk finally grunted that he was going to cum. Kristian redoubled his efforts on Farouk’s hefty club until Farouk grabbed his head and forced it all the way down onto himself. Kristian convulsed and choked and gulped as Farouk’s huge load jammed up in his throat. The sight of Kristian taking it all gave Thor a sudden burst of energy and he hammered away even harder until his cock exploded inside his friend’s busy ass pussy. Then, after a quick breather, they switched ends, doing it all again with Farouk breeding Kristian deep and full while Thor blasted another massive load down the Dane’s busy throat. Kristian cried out and blew several streams of cum across his body as the other two used and filled him. On the final night of their stay, they found it amusing to experience the first meeting with the new apprentices from the viewpoint of inside experience. Thor in particular realized that he was now wearing the exact same facial expression of ironic amusement which he had seen on the senior apprentices last year. Here came the newest of the new, their eyes flicking back and forth as they ticked up the same points he had noticed a year ago – an older man for every young guy, no women in sight anywhere, the square tables set for eight, and the way that none of the young apprentices were seated at the same table as their respective mentors. Now, though, Thor himself was noticing new things. Their mentors had plainly noted the fact that he, Kristian, and Farouk had formed a team of sorts, so they were also separated from each other. Finally, Thor spotted the older apprentice who had given them their first hint the previous year at Christmas, now a full member. He walked over and took the seat right beside Thor. “Hello, Thor. I remember seeing you last year. Marcel.” As they shook hands, Thor made a mental note to try to spend some time with Marcel. Even through his clothes, it was plain that he had an incredible body and a generous bulge in his tailored trousers. They shook hands as they sat down. Across the corner of the table from him was a member he had not formally met the previous year although they certainly been scoping each other out – Xolani. The African stud gave him a provocative smile and murmured “This year for sure.” Thor felt his body quivering. It was shaping up to be a very interesting Christmas indeed. Across the room, Lars positively grinned as he watched Thor falling under the spell of Xolani, as wide-eyed as any newbie visiting a gay bar with dancers for the first time. The rest of the evening – the dinner, toasts, and the speech from the Governor – passed off much the same as before. Again, Thor was amused to see the eyes of the junior apprentice across the table, plainly calculating when the Governor gave his signature closing line: “I will look forward to seeing all of you again in two months’ time, gentlemen.” And then, in no time at all (as it seemed) they were back in the private resort near Barbados. This year, the experienced apprentices went through all the steps of the process with no questions and no uncertainty. When it came time to go for the first afternoon in the party wing, Thor realized that he and Farouk had both been given the same rooms as last year. When he mentioned it, Kristian said that he, too, had been put in the same place. Yes, it was a familiar setting. Thor remembered all the ins and outs of the lighting controls, the various bells and whistles of the multi-jet shower, the method for working the door sign. He set the sign to the green light, and then lay down on the bed, his cock erect, and waited. In a few minutes, he heard the sound of the door opening. No nerves this year, haha!, he thought. His face broke out into a powerful come-hither smile as Marcel walked into the room, his shirt already more than half unbuttoned. “Want some help?” Thor was already up and off the bed, drawing Marcel towards him as he locked his fingers into the hunky Frenchman’s waistband while Marcel tossed his shirt aside. It’s going to be a great week, his mind confirmed as his fingers quickly went to work.

Oh wow... no limits (save for scat) and no safeword... I am looking forward to hearing just how wrecked and broken bfb becomes... and he now knows for sure that his fate is sealed. Thank you @thescribe730... please keep this up 😈

Bio Weekend 3-5th , I’ll be there all weekend taking as many loads as possible,anyone else on here going?

Chapter 13 - Making a Sale He wished he had thought to wear just a little make-up. Like that certain beautiful Russian boy who had so impressed him it seemed ages ago. Jordyn wanted to catch the men's attention just as the Russian had captured his. Just as the Russian had captured the attention of the men who had fucked him and bred him. Jordyn felt his breathing speed up a little and the blood pulse through his body. He recognized his excitement and knew what he had to do. He'd made the right choice in ditching his jeans for a pair of daisy dukes. It was an even better choice to lose his hoody and just wear his ultra-faggy white T that he'd cropped to expose his flat pale lower torso. With his leggings he was obviously wearing something very close to a girl's outfit but he knew that he still, just about, presented as masculine. He didn't look like a girl and he didn't look trans, he looked like a boy who knew his role in life was to be fucked by men. To be a hole and to be moulded into who he needed to be by real men. The look was perfect! On his Owner's signal that the camera was filming Jordyn suddenly got up from his seat and instead perched himself on the edge of the table, letting his legs swing freely. "You want to take a seat so we can do this filming." Jerome's tone was hard to define. "I prefer it up here." "I have the camera set up ready for you seated. So best you sit back in the chair." "Nah - I like it here and you can move the camera." It felt odd for Jordyn to be talking back to his Owner and it didn't really feel right - but it was sort of fun. Especially because it meant he could talk REALLY faggy. "You going to sit in that chair or not?" Now Jerome sounded a little more pissed. "No I'm not and you can't make me!" Jerome went to the camera and adjusted it. Once he saw the lens pointing up into his face Jordyn gave it his cheekiest grin. He kept swinging his legs and moved a hand up to smooth some hair behind his ear before taking a lock and twirling it in his fingers, He looked into the lens, knowing that it was live, and imagined the men who would watch him. He sent them a smile of pure almost girlish beauty and an enthusiastically faggy wave. "Hi!" "You going to behave now?" "Don't I always behave?" He giggled and looked down at his swinging legs. They looked so much better out of those jeans so he could show off his pink-and-white hooped knee-highs. "But I said you couldn't make me!" He stuck his tongue out at the camera. Even as he did it he wondered if he wasn't perhaps going a little too far! Jerome, behind the camera, gave him a look. Not perhaps the sort of look that Jordyn might have expected or feared. Neither a conspiratorial look nor an angry look. Just a look that seemed to say, 'I'll let this go for now but there will be consequences.' That look couldn't help but put a shiver into the young man's soul. However, he knew that it was too late now. He had made his choice. Now he could only go on as he had begun. Jerome stayed behind the camera, simply checking to ensure the machine was properly set up and recording. A glimpse at the screen told him what he had known would be the case. The camera loved the little faggot. When Jerome spoke his voice was low and measured, as if he had forgotten what had occurred before. "So tell the men watching who you are and why we are here." "I'm Jordyn and I'm here to invite you all to my party. What do you call it? Oh yes - My Breaking In Party!" A girlish giggle of the purest delight. "It's going to be such fun!" Jordyn gave his best coquettish look at that all-seeing, all-recording, camera lens. "I hope you will all be able to come." "How many guests do you want at your party? As the host you will have certain duties." Jerome's tone was dry. It was obvious how the younger man had chosen to play this. Well - the little fag would have to be ready to take the consequences. Jordyn made his eyes big for the camera and shook his head. "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before. What do you think would be best?" "Well Jordyn since you are young and inexperienced we maybe should keep this a small intimate affair. Select the guests carefully, just a few men I know and trust. Otherwise things could get real out of hand offering a crowd of real men your hole." "My perfect little virgin hole," corrected Jordyn as he fluttered his eye-lashes at the camera and gave his sweetest smile. "Exactly. So maybe we'll have three men for starters." "BORING," yelled Jordyn, "I want at least fifty!" "Five," suggested his owner. "No - fifty!" Jordyn pouted into the camera and Jerome felt his jaded old cock stiffen in his pants. The little fucker was playing his part to perfection. The occasion promised to be real profitable for Jerome, real memorable for his clients and absolutely, positively, unforgettable for this little faggot wannabe slut. "Ten," negotiated Jerome. "I want fifty!" Jordyn kicked his legs and slapped his palms on the table top. If the young man took cock as well as he faked a 'tantrum' then he wouldn't disappoint. "You let fifty real men at an unused hole then they'll wreck it, bust it up and ruin it. Believe me. How about I invite fifty then maybe twenty will show." Jerome's voice was calm; a careful negotiation that Jordyn knew was just as assumed as his own petulance. They were both working towards the same end. "Are most of the men as old as you?" Jordyn gently bit his lower lip as he grinned into the camera. "A lot of them." "Too old to really fuck me hard then. Invite them all." Jerome saw the glint of delighted mischief in Jordyn's eye. The little fucker was really enjoying this. Well - so be it. "I got well over fifty on my list. From twenty year old gang-bangers to seventy year olds. If I invite a man and he shows then you can't be backing out or tapping out. You'd best start a little more gently." "No!" Jordyn was petulantly insistent. "That would be so lame. I want this first time to be amazing, unforgettable. Something that will live with me forever. Invite everyone and I'm going to really misbehave!" The young man was so good at this. Selecting his words very carefully. He could play the game. Except, as Jerome knew, this was no game. "So you understand there are rules." "Who needs rules?" Jordyn flicked a stray hair up off his face. "At any party I arrange there are some rules." Jerome saw Jordyn roll his eyes but ignored it. "First for you - since men will be making the effort to come here then you WILL be here. No flaking and no excuses. We had times when the star of the show chickened out - that doesn't happen any more. You will be here or we will come and get you. A competitor of mine planned two events just recently and they didn't come off. I won't allow that to happen with you. A lot of men have a lot of stored up energy and need a tight hole to use." "Promises, promises," taunted Jordyn as he swung his legs. "But in return you get to set some rules - so things don't get too far out of hand. So you don't get too far out of your depth." "Huh," said Jordyn, "like that's going to happen with a bunch of old men. Are we sure that they can all still get it up?" Jerome smiled. Each and every one of the men in attendance would most surely be proving that as hard as they could - especially after that remark. "So I guess we'd better set some rules. First - you want condoms?" "Fuck no! For the first time it has to be for real, raw, like it should be." "Not scared of HIV? What if any of the men is positive for that?" 'I read on the internet somewhere that you can't catch HIV on your first time. I'm not sure I believe that but it doesn't matter." Jordyn gave a delightfully girlish giggle and skipped off the table to give a little twirl showing off his slim youthful body to the camera, "You can see that I am young and really healthy - I'm sure I'm pretty much immune to infection." He giggled again and looked straight into the camera. "Especially from older guys - I mean I'm so much younger than them, so much fitter, so much healthier and soooooo much hotter! I don't think there's any chance of me catching anything from them and certainly not on my first time. Like I said - I've done my research." "So you've no issue with Poz men coming?" "Of course not – in fact I’d prefer Poz men to be there. I want this night to be really special for me. Thinking someone might be Poz is pretty fun, pretty exciting. I guess they are welcome to take their best shot but more fool them because like I said I'm coming out of this Negative." "So I'm assuming you're on PrEP?" "What's PrEP?" "Just something some people scared of risks take - a sort of insurance." "LAME! BORING! Besides it's not like there's really any risk from a bunch of old men." He held his palms open. "I mean just look at me - you think anything like that could ever happen to someone as cute as me!" "So everyone at my events is legal age and consenting. You got anything else you don't want involved?" Jordyn's brow furrowed and he gave an image of perfect concentration. "I don't think so - except maybe poop. I don't like the idea of poop." "So anything except scat is OK - you happily consent to be the star of the show?" Jordyn beamed a beautiful smile. "I LOVE the idea of being the star of the show. So yes - no poop but otherwise I consent to everything. I'm kind of interested what my guests have planned for me." Jerome laughed for the first time. That low laugh of his that contained a lot more satisfaction and triumph than it did genuine amusement. The one that sent shivers down his little fucktoys' spines. Little would-be femboy fucksluts like Jordyn were always in a hurry but these things took time to arrange. Men would be travelling to an event like this. Some on their own Dollar and some funded by the rich men who made these Pay-Per-Views so very worthwhile. Jerome had put the young man's image out there a few weeks back and he knew there was plenty of interest. But nowadays things were not so simple. Back in the day you could arrange a break-in-breeding party pretty easily. Just get the neg hole to an appropriate venue and nature ran its course. Plenty of men got to enjoy a fuck and one dumb slut maybe got his status changed. Now it was more difficult - but that was what provided the opportunity and the profit for a man like Jerome. People knew Jerome did not front, could never be accused of capping. What he offered was what he provided. If he said there would be unprotected neg cherry hole then that is what there would be. Men needed to know that because getting the other side of the equation together was the real skill. Finding a roomful of High Viral Loads primed and ready to give the star of the show exactly what he deserved. "So we are settled then. You follow my rules to the letter while my guests have no rules except probably no scat and for sure no condoms. Now let's talk about a safe word." "BORING!" Jordyn swung his legs furiously and again made a great point of huffing out his cheeks and rolling his eyes. "Why would I need that? What's the worst that can happen?" "Well a responsible owner would insist on you having a safe word." Jordyn petulantly stuck his tongue out at the camera. "Can't make me!" "OK boy, so be it, you've made your choice." Jerome's voice was smooth and low but Jordyn saw the glint in the older man's eye. Again he wondered if perhaps he might have gone a little too far. "Anything else to say boy?" Jordyn hesitated for a moment but then looked straight into the camera lens. "Not knowing might be fun but I think knowing would be even hotter. I'd like you to only invite poz men - so I'll know my party will be really special. Something I'll always remember and carry with me." Jerome continued but this time he was speaking to the viewers rather than to Jordyn. "You heard what our young friend here wants. Make sure to get here and be ready to ensure that his big night is all he dreams of and a whole lot more." Jerome switched the camera off and touched its screen a few times. "All ready to send to the men who will make this happen. Any second thoughts?" Oh there absolutely were second thoughts. Jordyn knew he had gone too far. Too far in teasing the men but also too far in this whole thing to turn back now. He thought about opening his mouth to say something. Maybe it would be best if... Jerome pressed a button on the camera. "There we go. All settled. That's how we roll faggot. I do the thinking and I make the decisions. You ... well you get fucked." The older man smiled and this time it was a smile of genuine pleasure. Somehow that scared Jordyn more than even his own thoughts. However, he also knew that his fears didn't matter now. It was too late for such things to make the slightest difference ***

I strongly recommend Wet on Wellington over Subway. Subway’s steam room, sauna and spa are currently out of action, as are many of the showers.

I'd love a cruise like that too. I like to get it on the ship itself.

Thats the kind of cruise I'm looking for.

Not sure why this didn't post the vid, but it's great medical info about bottoming 🙂 [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgcqvHImIPs