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I thought Part 2 was a doozie until I read Part 3. @pozchaser21outdoes himself by giving readers almost play-by-play descriptors of Luke's encounter with the Easter Bunny (aka. Malik), a huge African man in the "old" sauna. Readers truly sense every aspect of Luke's second fuck from the hot, humid air to the feeling of the BBC filling Luke's inner guts with 9 shots of cum. We again can assume from the biohazard tattoo that Malik is HIV+ and most likely toxic. No overt words are said about STIs, but @pozchaser21incorporates subtle, but clear indicators that tell readers that Luke is taking toxic cum on his first bottoming outing. Luke cited an itch deep within his core as the reason he decided to stay at the Rabbit Hole after his deflowering by James. Will a second and rougher breeding kill Luke's itch, or will it persist and drive Luke to explore the Rabbit Hole for another hunter and his hard cock to "scratch" the "itch" for a third time? Only @pozchaser21knows, but I am guessing Luke goes exploring yet again. Looking forward to the next installment of Luke's experience at the Easter Bunny Bash.

no, still a free for all, plus have access to the stairs

Geez. He should marry the doctor at this point. I know he’s already “weekend” married to a lying slug and Mark and the Biker feel like they have become family, but one degree removed. He and the doctor seem to be on the same wavelength.

Another clip (last post by me but it had logged me out!) [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/notorious-cumdump-fucked-by-multiple-anon-tops/

This solid blonde dumpster can take my loads any day of the week! [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/notorious-cumdump-bred-by-multiple-anon-top-daddies/

Amazing story, thank you!

Its 2026 there is ZERO shame in being a Queer sub or a faggot! Its something to celebrate and enjoy. 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

Took a nice load about 6 hours ago and it’s still dripping out of my hole a little lol. I had hooked with him before. He asked me over and when I got there we undressed, and I got right on my knees in position to blow him. It got so hard in my mouth, damn. We got on his bed and just took turns making out, a little massage, a low of cock sucking and then I got into position and he rode me for a solid 20 minutes and then unloaded in me. He stayed in me to give me every drop , and then I stayed prone for a bit so I could get his load nice and deep. Then we kissed, got dressed and I went on my way with his cum dripping out of me the rest of the day.

Jag Magnus is hot af. I want to join one of their videos haha

Easily over 50 so far this year.

Looking for a story - top has a sub in a basement/play room, pulls a “special” line from a cabinet and uses it on him between being strapped to and fucked on different devices. In the end Liz’s him.

There's something wrong with the password recovery system. I am too locked out of my account. username: lilazntwink

Back when I came up with sides they had the couch at Sinderella. I also thought it work because it’s always open. So if word got out that Tuesday was bareback night, likeminded guys would drop in.

Have they introduced key cards to elevators yet?

I was almost 18 years old, went to a bathhouse and started to make out with an older man, I sucked him and then he just turned me around and put his cock bare in ass. He didn't ask he just fucked me and bred me for the first time . After that, condom has never been an option.

Luke, our little bunny, entered the Easter Bunny Bash for one reason--to lose his virginity--and he did with James, our muscular ginger top. Now, readers know the significance of the colors of the bottoms' jockstraps. These correspond with colored eggs given to the tops. This matching scheme led to the pairing of Luke and James, but only when Luke went exploring the sauna. The setting that @pozchaser21creates for the impending deflowering of Luke allows the participants (Luke, James, Latino top, and bottom boy) to feed off of each others' lust and horniness. Both Luke and the Latino top are really propelled by the sex-filled room towards their respective orgasms. The Latino top loves that he is witnessing Luke's first time at bottoming. Luke is experiencing the conflicting feeling of pain and pleasure that virgins often go through. Pain as James prepared Luke's pussy for the upcoming pounding it will receive, and pleasure from James' 18.5 cm cock rubbing and stimulating Luke's prostrate. When James began his claiming of Luke's virginity, he pursued it steadily and with determination, but with attention to Luke's well-being. He repeatedly tells Luke how well he takes the 18+ long schlong. After going balls deep, James begins breaking-in the newly minted pussy and gives Luke enjoyment beyond anything to this moment as evidenced by his leaking erection. Ramming Luke's prostrate begins orgasms for both Luke and James. Each sending cum flying out of their cocks. Luke's landing on his chest, and James' deep past Luke's inner hole. Nothing was said between Luke and James about HIV status, but given James' scorpion necklace and the poz talk between the other bottom guy and the Latino top, readers can reasonably assume that James pozzed Luke as well as deflowering him. I see where @pozchaser21has already posted another chapter. Thank you, but it will have to wait for later as I am spent after the second chapter.

Fucking NICE! Glad I could help, Bro!

Love how Rick is turning him into a tearoom whore and it will only get better after Rick converts him. I can't wait for Rick to be Dans POZ Daddy for real and start to whore his pussy out also.

Part 3: The Easter Bunny I lay there in the sling for at least 15 minutes , tired , catching my breath, leaking cum out of my hole. I can feel my energy coming back, my hurting hole, but also an itch inside me. Something in me has awakened... something good... Even though I am no longer a virgin and had a really rough fuck, I just can't push the feeling away... I am still... craving more... Slowly, I get up, pushing myself off the sling. I can feel cum leaking out of my hole as soon as I sit. My head is a bit dizzy, so I stay like this for a few seconds. Slowly, I grab my yellow jock off the ground and pull it back on. The jock feels tight. I look around again in this sling room, but I am all alone. Slowly, I get up and walk out of the room. I'm not sure what to do. Should I go back home? Should I go to the bar and chat? Or should I just discover more and see what I will find? The itching feeling and the craving settle my mind. I'll keep discovering... Slow but determined, I leave the room, seeking a new adventure at this party. The thick air touches my skin like a smooth coat as I pad through the dimly lit corridors of The Rabbit Hole. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine, sweat, and desire. My own scent is part of it all. I walk in nothing but the tight yellow jockstrap I'd won earlier, the fabric bright and thin. It does not really cover anything . I am wet from sweat, getting some cold rushes while walking around. James had been... rough. He fucked me hard and deep; it felt amazing. But somehow, a pleasant, aching soreness radiates from my core; a persistent itch is a reminder of the recent fuck, but I still want more. I am tired, yes, but the relaxation that comes with it is something good, the kind that leaves my mind quiet and my body paradoxically alert, open. My hole, sensitized and twitching slightly, seems to have a mind of its own. As I walk around the place, it seems to be less crowded, at least in the hallways... I can hear gasping, pounding, slapping, groaning, and all other sounds coming from one room after another. More hunters... more bunnies... more bashing at this party. I can feel the almost electric vibes in each room I pass: baths, hot tubs, relaxing areas, latex rooms, bars, glory holes, dance floors, showers, toilets; it is all here in this sauna called the Rabbit Hole. I needed a moment, somewhere to just be and sit, to let the sensations settle and to take this all into my memory. I walk, turning a corner, away from the murmur of voices and the beat of music. The place is getting darker, more abandoned, less well-maintained. I guess I'm walking in the older part of the sauna building, the part that is still operational but has yet to be rebuilt. It's not filthy or anything, just... darker, poorly lit, with older stuff. But it's fine for me; it is way less crowded, way less noisy-perfect to take some time for myself and to rejoin later. I find a glass door, and behind it, smoky white steam. Water drips down the inside of the glass door as steam condenses on the glass. I really can't see inside with that much steam. I can see 30 cm deep, and after that, nothing but white steam. The sign above the door simply marks "steam sauna." I cannot see any figure inside, or it is obscured by the intense steam. However, I hear nothing either, except the hissing of a heat source. Slowly, I push the door open; a wave of extreme wet, intense heat washes over me. It is hot, really hot... and it is very quiet in there. I step inside, closing the door behind me. My body is sweating instantly, my skin almost shiny. The sound, the gentle hiss of water on some heat source, is louder inside. I can smell some sort of cedar wood scent mixed with pine cones. Inside, it is all wood. Wooden floor, benches, ceiling-it almost looks like an entirely different world in here. No noise; though it's no wonder with all the wood. I bet all sounds in here will also not be heard outside. The wooden floor is warm under my bare feet as I walk , step by step, to the back of the room. I almost can't see anything, so I'm careful that I don't bump against something... or someone... It's that silent... The room seems to be bigger than I thought it would be. It seems that the room is at least 10.9 yards/10 meters deep, and if I have to guess, the same wide. I stumble to the back, breathing heavily from the humid and steamy environment. The further I get, the more visibility I gain. There is less steam hanging there. Slowly, I see benches looming, a sign that I am reaching the end of the room. But... not just benches. I also see a figure in the steam-a tall and broad person. So I am not alone after all. Before I even hesitate to sneak back and sit down quietly somewhere else, my heart jumps. The steam clears briefly, allowing me to clearly see who is sitting there. Am I really seeing this? Or??? No, surely not. And without thinking, I walk on, toward the benches at the end and toward the looming figure. I can see him clearly now, and he can see me too. His dark eyes are fixed on me. his eyes, scanning my body. My own eyes are fixed on him, his sweaty and glistening forehead, his broad jawline , his extremely muscular chest, glistening with drops of sweat. His large, broad shoulders and arms can carry me without any trouble. A muscular stomach, hard as concrete, and thighs thicker than my waist. An ultra-white towel is loose over his hips and waist, in stark contrast to his glistening dark skin. It is him. The Easter Bunny from the entrance. It really is...him... It is the dark skinned man from the entrance, who earlier wore a white fluffy Easter bunny costume, the one for whom I had to pick a colored egg from the basket. His now-empty basket is even standing next to him. He has a smile on his face that seems to give away that he is satisfied with the work he has done, letting all the bottoms choose an egg containing their colored jock. My memory flashes: me, nervous and excited, picking the sunshine yellow egg from the basket he held. The prize inside had been this very jockstrap. Now, his costume gone, he is just a man... a huge, breathtakingly built Black man... sitting here on the bench, a white towel draped loosely around his waist, in the same sauna that I just walked in... His skin shiny under the crimson light, a landscape of powerful shoulders, a broad chest, and thick, corded arms resting on his knees. The yellow egg, he smiles, his voice low, dark, and damn hot as he watches me in my yellow jock, standing there, sweating before him in this steamy sauna. My breath catches, my fatigue instantly vanishing into a wave of tension, excitement, and simultaneous embarrassment. Does he remember me, or is he just saying this after seeing my yellow jockstrap? My hole, which at first only itched, clenches tight now, as if it is getting itself ready for another fuck and wanting to offer everything to whoever goes inside... My body reacts instinctively, a burning, willing feeling inside me, my mouth dry, my legs moving forward automatically, my muscles and ass cheeks tensing. God, how attractive he is. " Can I sit here?" My voice trembles with excitement and fear of being rejected, the words leaving my lips softer than I intended. A slow smile touches his lips. "Do you see anyone sitting here, other than me?" he asks, looking at the empty benches next to him. I hesitate and remain standing right in front of him. What does he mean by this? My thoughts are spinning. "Take a seat," he says softly and kindly, but his voice is low and dark. I am nervous, excited; my eyes are watching him. But I have no clue what his intention or role is in this party. After all, he was the Easter Bunny himself, so maybe his work is just done, and he came into this more silent part of the sauna to relax. So with that thought, I start some small talk about how hot the room is, the vibe of the club , that it's my first time here and in the big city, his really funny but damn hot bunny costume, and stuff like that. But the words and talk are just an opening to discover more of this place, of him, so my eyes can stay locked on him. He just looks droolingly hot, the way his body is built , his muscles, the veins running over them, his huge built legs, his massive presence. It's almost eye-fucking... While we keep on talking and huffing from the humid hot air, the itch inside me transforms into a profound, empty ache. A urge to touch, to feel, and to get fucked again. How could this be? Just after my first fuck, I am turning into something new, something dirty, a hungry fuck boy... The overwhelming need to be owned again. I am getting hard again... a clearly visible bulge in my yellow fabric, and I bet... he sees it too . I am getting a bit uncomfortable... I can't see his face; I don't really know what he thinks of it, and I ... I can't hide anything in this jock. So , there are silent moments in our talks. I'm turning in my own mind , still gazing at him. And he just seems to be comfortable. The humid air hangs thick between us , and after another uncomfortable silence, he starts to speak, his tone conversational, but his intent is clear. "I can see you found your prize earlier." He paused, letting the steam swirl between us. I blush... he noticed a small leaking spot on my jockstrap, near my hole. I guess I could not hold all of James' cum in me, and he has seen that... fuck... He laughs at me as he sees I'm blushing. "No worries... that's what this place is meant to be for," his smile tender but somehow dark. "Someone found a yellow egg, so you gave him his part of the prize ..." Then again... the silence... leaving me really nervous, thinking and in doubt. Did I do the right thing? To let James fuck me and breed me? Was it just the overwhelming feelings? Is the Easter Bunny judging me now on it? Is he okay with it? I have no clue what to think. But the itch in my ass is getting stronger again, and just by looking at him, my cock is getting harder and harder, stretching against the tight yellow fabric. Fuck ? Should I leave? I don't know? I would love to see all of him, but... is he even into me , or is it all in my mind ? After just a minute or two, his gaze drops deliberately to my tight yellow jockstrap. A slow smirk curls his lips, and he shifts slightly, the white towel riding higher on his thighs , revealing just enough to make my throat go dry. His voice rumbles through the steam like distant thunder. "First time at the Rabbit Hole, and already starving for seconds? That's a good boy." Is this an invitation? I think to myself, my fingers tapping on my upper leg nervously. The heat isn't just from the sauna anymore-it's pooling low in my gut. His smirk widens like he can read my thoughts, and I swallow hard before nodding, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... I guess I am." "You know, boy," he rumbles, leaning back against the cedar bench with deliberate ease, "because my job here is to be the Easter Bunny , I don't have to look for any eggs. I can just play freely." His fingers toy with the edge of his towel, knuckles brushing his thigh. "By your talk, I noticed-you like to discover things, don't you?" His gaze pins me, dark and unrelenting. "Found this quiet spot in the sauna... your first fuck..." A slow drag of his tongue over his bottom lip. "And you know... I have something for you to discover too. But it's a game with rules." I swallow; my mouth is dry... "What... what kind of game?" I stumble, heat crawling up my neck as his smirk deepens, his fingers now tracing idle circles on his thigh , so close to where the towel dips. "You lose the jock," his eyes dark and full of dominance, watching me, almost like he is playing me. "You go on your knees. And you discover what's under this towel. With your mouth." His voice is rough, demanding. "But, yellow boy... if you choose to look... if you choose to discover... you take it. Whatever you find. You take it deep. No turning back. Do we understand each other?" My breath hitches ; his words aren't a suggestion. They're a command, and the weight of it sends a shiver down my spine despite the sauna's heat. My fingers hover over the waistband of my jockstrap, hesitating for just a moment before I push it down, letting it pool at my ankles. My knees hit the cedar bench, rough against my skin, as I crawl forward, the steam curling around me like a promise. He doesn't move, doesn't help ; he just watches with hooded eyes as I shuffle closer, the heat is overwhelming . The tension, or is it the humid heat of the sauna? Then, with deliberate slowness, he spreads his huge, muscular thighs wider, the white towel draping loose between them like a curtain. The air shifts, heavy with the musk of sweat and something darker. "Under," he orders, voice gravel-low, and the towel lifts just enough to reveal shadowed skin, the hint of some sweating dark thighs , leading to something that's massive too, his skin gleaming in the dim light. "Discover, boy." Photo The black guy in his white towel and Luke on his knees My heart is pulsing in my throat as I duck my head under the towel, the fabric brushing my cheeks like a soft touch. The scent of him hits me... first musky, salt-edged, unmistakably male, before my eyes adjust to the dark space beneath. Then I see it: thick black trimmed curls, the swell of his heavy balls, long and huge. They are hanging right in front of my nose, sweat dripping down over them. Rising between them, the thick column of his cock, dusky and already half-hard. It is massive and thick... his cock covered in veins, pulsing proud under his black and shiny skin , the glint of a piercing catching what little light filters through. My breath stutters. Oh God ... It's way bigger than I imagined. My mouth waters before I even think to speak. "Fuck." A deep chuckle vibrates through him, his huge muscular thigh flexing beside my shoulder as he shifts-just enough to let the flushed tip of his half-hard cock brush against my lips. "Yeah, that's the idea," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. His fingers tangle in my damp curls. He is not forcing me, but guiding my head. "You see that?" guiding my head to his cock, pressing it to my bottom lip. "That's yours now. Every inch and every drop that will come out of it. You wanted to discover, didn't you? So discover." His grip tightens fractionally. "Show me how hungry you really are , " and he taps the back of my head to encourage me. My lips part instinctively , the first brush of his cockhead against my tongue sending sparks down my spine. The cold metal piercing against my tongue and just behind it, his warm cockhead. The wet heat and the cold metal mix, making me shiver before I take him deeper, tasting salt and musk as my jaw opens wide to accommodate his thick cockhead , closing my lips just behind it. His grip tightens slightly as my lips move down his shaft and pull back again. He is guiding my rhythm with his forceful hands. I moan while my lips are tight around his cock, the sound muffled under the towel's humid darkness. "Good boy," he growls, his hips lifting slightly to meet my mouth as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. There is no way I can take him all in my mouth... as I cough a bit but keep on sucking. The towel shifts with each shallow thrust, trapping heat and sweat between us. His fingers tighten in my hair, not yanking yet giving just a possessive guiding feeling. "Yeah, just like that," he murmurs, voice rough. "Get that pretty mouth used to me... 'cause that's just the appetizer." The smell of his sweaty balls under the towel is almost overwhelming . The heat I feel sucking him here makes me shiver . I can feel sweat dripping down from my back to my ass as I'm sucking him. My vision swims with tears as Malik's cock hits the back of my throat, the piercing tapping against the back of it. A slight movement of my head bumps up as he hits it. The towel lifts higher, letting in a sliver of light as he pulls his cock back a bit. My tongue swirls around the piercing, the metal cold against my heated tongue and lips, trying to make up for not being able to swallow him down yet. I glance up-just barely, my eyes following his perfect long shaft to his trimmed curly pubic hair. Through my lashes, I can see a glimpse of something darker than his skin ; above the thick base of his cock is a tattoo . My eyes widen to see it clearly as my tongue keeps swirling around his cock piercing . A bold black biohazard symbol, stark and unmistakable. Sweat rolls down his stomach, gliding over the ink like a warning. My pulse spikes, but I don't pull back. Instead, I moan around him while tightening my lips around his cock, the vibration earning a rough groan from him. His groan is dark, fingers tightening in my hair as he finally yanks the towel away completely, letting it fall to the bench beside us. His cock gleams in the sauna's dim light, thick and heavy against my lips. I can see all of him now, clearly without anything covered up : his unmistakable biohazard tattoo, his six-pack , his naked muscular body, the sweat running down his chest, the way his abdomen flexes as he shifts. Photo: black guys cock "Like what you see, white boy?" he rumbles, his thumb swiping over my cheekbone possessively. "That's not just decoration... that's a promise." He rolls his hips upward, forcing another inch past my lips, the salty precum coating my tongue and the cold metal of his piercing dragging against my tongue . "Means you're getting more than just my cock tonight, boy. You 're gonna walk outta here marked... inside and out." His voice is dark, dominant, and it makes my spine shiver... "You still wanna play? Or you gonna tap out like a scared little bunny?" He laughs at me ; he seems to have noticed my shiver. His words sink in slowly, the meaning of that tattoo explained to me in a somewhat cryptic way. I close my eyes while my tongue keeps playing with his cock piercing . The biohazard symbol burns in my vision even when my eyes are closed, the implication settling heavy in my gut, but instead of fear, something hotter coils low in my belly. I have no clue what he just tries to explain against me... but the sight of his muscular body rising above me, his big chest, his sweating hot dark tattoo above his huge cock, my tongue curling around his pierced cock... it makes me want him. Whatever he means, it can't be bad... he might just fuck hard, but that's what I want for now. My tongue curls over his pierced cockhead again as I open my eyes once more . The biohazard ink glistens with sweat, warning and seducing me, but the way my body thrums tells me I've already made my choice. If his huge cock hurts me by fucking me rough, I'll take it. This will go deeper than James's cock ; that's the promise he is probably making. But I will let him ; I want him. I am here to discover anything, and I will. And I bet ... he will discover me too , deep inside me... I guess his tattoo just means... a hard, rough, and deep fuck... with his huge monster cock. My fingers dig into his thighs, my blunt nails digging into his sweat-slick black skin as I force myself to take him deeper, gagging around his thick cock. The metal taps the back of my throat again, and I moan around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against my tongue. My throat wrapping around his cock, trying to swallow him down like it is the answer to his question. He 's huge... and he's not even fully hard yet. But I try to take him deep and swallow him... I moan and gag around his cock, the vibration earning a sharp groan from the black guy, his fingers tightening in my hair like a reward. I want it... I want his load up my hole ; I think wildly to myself. A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he watches me struggle, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Oh, white boy... you suck cock like you're signing a contract..." I guess that's a yes... he murmurs as his hips start to push slowly, taking his cock deeper in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat . His thumb swipes over my cheekbone, smearing sweat... or maybe drool... across my skin . "That eager little gag... that tight throat squeezing me..." His grin is all teeth, predatory in the steam. The biohazard tattoo glistens as his abs flex, sweat dripping down the grooves of his stomach. "Gonna ruin that tight hole worse than your first fuck... but first, make my cock wet. Take it deep up your throat, boy..." My jaw aches as his thick cock pushes deeper, the cold metal piercing tapping against the back of my throat. Tears blur my vision, but I don't pull back-instead, I swallow around him, feeling him twitch in response. The taste of salt and musk floods my senses, the heat from his body and the humid sauna catching around me, making me more horny than I was. His fingers tighten in my hair, not pulling yet, just holding me steady as his hips push slowly upward, feeding me another inch. My throat wrapping around his cock, gagging but still trying to take more, my body trembling with the effort. Fuck... he's so big... "Swallow it down, white boy," he commands, his voice rough and low, his hips pushing forward, lifting off the bench suddenly, forcing his cock deep into my throat. The piercing scrapes against the back of my throat as I gag, my body convulsing around him. His fingers tighten in my hair as he forces my head down, pushing me down... forcing me... "Take it all," he growls as I feel his cock pushing its way up in my throat , leaving me no choice but to swallow. I can feel his big cock in my throat , his veins pulsing, his piercing scraping... I gag, my body is pulsing, tears running down my cheeks as I can't breathe . His cock is deepthroating His thighs flex beneath my hands as he holds me there while my whole body tenses up and is spasming. I'm gagging , almost puking while his cock is deep. My nose pressed against his short black pubic hair, his balls tight against my chin. Gagging runs around his shaft, dripping out of my mouth over my chin and his balls. Sounds of suffocation , mixed with spit and wrestling, are clearly audible through the humid, steamy sauna. I can hear his voice barely, "Good boy... that's it... let me fill that tight throat..." His thumb swipes over my cheek, smearing drool and sweat as I struggle to breathe around him. My vision is getting dark, and I'm getting lightheaded . I'm in fear, afraid; it feels as if I am going to pass out... Just as I think I'm going to pass out, he pulls his cock out. His cock is covered and shiny from my gag. Thick blobs of drool are hanging on his shaft when he pulls out fast. I huff, gag, gasp heavily for air, and drool is running down my chin. My eyes red... fuck... he just went down all the way. " Good boy, now my cock is lubed with your spit, so you can take it up your hole," he smirks, watching me as I'm trying to catch my breath. He stands up suddenly, towering over me as I kneel between his legs, his massive thighs framing my face. The biohazard tattoo glistens with sweat just inches from my lips as he grabs my chin roughly. "Hands on the bench, ass up," he orders, his voice dripping with dominance. "Time to see if that tight hole can handle what your throat just took." His fingers dig into my jaw possessively as he takes a step to the side. He lets my jaw glide out of his hands as he positions himself behind me. My heart pounds, my breath hitches, as I scramble up to obey, pressing my palms against the warm cedar bench and arching my back. The scent of his musk still lingers on my lips as I feel him move behind me, his rough hands gripping my hips. My yellow jockstrap long forgotten on the floor as my hole twitches instinctively. *Oh God ... he's going to wreck me.* The thought sends a shiver through me , equal parts fear and anticipation, as I spread my legs and ass wider, presenting myself shamelessly. His thumb glides true my crack, over my twitching hole. I can hear a smirk of anticipation and approval. My hole still sore from earlier but craving more, craving him. His chuckle is dark and low as he leans over me, his massive chest pressing against my back, the heat of his skin searing through the steam. "Tight little hole still wet from your last fuck," he murmurs, dragging his thick finger through my hole, coating it in cum that dripped out of my hole from earlier. "Gonna stretch you so wide, white boy..." His other hand slaps my ass hard, the sharp sting making me gasp as his finger presses in without warning, knuckle-deep in one brutal thrust. Still wet and cummy, he smirks, "I'll make sure I mix my own load with it, deep in you, boy... I'll shoot my load even deeper than the guy before me...." "Gonna make sure of that." His voice is rough, possessive, as his finger curls inside me, stretching me ruthlessly. " I hope you are ready for the Easter Bunny's cock and load, slut." His fingers dig deep into me, and he forcefully pulls out , scraping me with one of his nails. I wince ... shit, I think, that hurt... not sure if he did it on purpose or by mistake. He grabs my hips possessively and firmly with both hands as he lines himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against my hole. I feel the heat, the wet gag on him, and his cold metal piercing. No words-just a slow, inexorable push as his thick cockhead tries to stretch me open, the cold metal piercing scraping against my wet , cum-leaking hole. "Fuck," I gasp, my fingers clawing at the bench. It burns... God , it burns... but the stretch is intoxicating, the way his cockhead pulses against me, demanding entry. My hole twitches , resisting at first, then yielding as he pushes harder, the piercing pushing and almost scraping against my sphincter. Tears prick at my eyes, but I arch my back, pressing back against him, begging silently for him, while I try to relax and give in. A low, satisfied growl rumbles from his chest as he feels my body surrender. "That's it... take it," he growls, his voice rough, while he pushes harder. I can feel my sphincter opening up, giving up the fight and letting his big cockhead in, real slow. I can hear a wet popping sound followed by a warm, heated, filled-up feeling and a sharp scraping short pain. His thick cockhead popped past my tight sphincter ring... his cock is in me... "That's it, white boy..." he murmurs, his voice rough with approval. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back, mingling with mine as his hips roll forward. His hands grip my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes deeper, inch by relentless inch, the cold metal piercing scraping against my inner walls, making me whimper. I huff hard. He is huge ; his cock is massively thick... my hole feels filled and stretched , as if it could break at any moment, gripping tight around his cock. His breath is hot against my neck as he leans over me, his massive chest pressing against my back. "You take it so pretty..." he rasps, biting my earlobe possessively. "But we're just getting started." His cock not even a quarter of it deep in my hole. His hips roll forward, sinking another inch deeper, the stretch painful , scraping, but the way my body clenches around him betrays how much I crave it. My thoughts and head are spinning... who can say they're being fucked by the Easter Bunny? His cock is pushing into me right now, breaking my hole open. The absurdity mixes with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain as I feel his thick cockhead finding its path deeper up in me. Tears blur my vision, but I press back against him, wanting more, wanting him to claim me. The scrape of his piercing against my inner walls sends sparks through me, and I realize this is exactly what I signed up for. His fingers dig into my hips, he growls, his breath hot against my ear. His hips snap forward suddenly, forcing his cock deeper. A few inches shoot up inside me without warning. The stretch burns, a ripped-up feeling as I yelp. My breath is taken out of me, and my hands grab the bench real hard to hold on. Fuckkkk . I yelp and gasp... my hole ... you're so big, I moan it out. Only halfway , he smirks. He must be as deep as James could go, I think to myself... and he is even bigger... fuck... Slowly I can feel his cock pulling back , the scraping feeling of his cock piercing in me, the pleasure it gives, his warm piece of meat in me. It makes me feel empty somehow while he retreats his cock inch by inch further . And then, pushing it back. He is starting to fuck me, but just halfway with his big black bare cock. Sweat is dripping from his forehead onto my shoulders as he starts a slow, merciless rhythm, each thrust a bit deeper than the last, but never all the way. The stretch is overwhelming ; his cock carves a path inside me that feels impossible, the cold metal piercing and dragging against my inner walls with every shallow thrust. I whimper, but it's lost in the humid air of the sauna. Slowly, he starts to fuck me faster, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. A pounding rhythm makes my body tremble. His hands slide up my spine, pressing me harder into the bench, my cheek scraping against the cedar as he fucks me. He owns me, and he knows. My body is breaking as I start to moan ; a feeling of intense pleasure washes over me . My world is getting smaller, the humid steam curling around our thrusting bodies, pushing my ass to meet his cock every time he pounds. It is just us two right here, right in this sauna. His cock feels so big in me. With each thrust, I feel my body snapping forward, even though I'm pushing back. My hair sways with each thrust . Sweat falls down onto my wet, clinging hair. The heat is overwhelming . My insides are getting warm and slick too; I'm getting ripped up, fucked up... I feel fluids dripping out of my hole and over my balls. It is probably James's cum that is getting fucked out of me by this black god. "Fuckkk ..." I moan aloud while my body is really wet and slippery from sweat . As I look back, I can see his body gleaming with sweat too . It makes his body shine, his veins and muscles even more visible. It is intense as I look back at the cedar wooden bench and press my ass back to him. Sometimes I yelp ; I can feel his cock pushing, pounding, against something inside me. Something tight , something he is trying to break in... Damn , that feeling is good , just as long as he's not forcing too hard against it. " That's your second hole right there," he says as he pushes his cock hard into me again, thrusting against that spot again, his cock still halfway in me. I bet it's all dry behind it. He smirks, "I go deeper than most guys, and you will see stars when I push further than that ; you will see." He smirks, thrusting in and out again, pounding my hole loose. My fingers claw at the cedar bench as his cock nudges against that tight ring deep inside me. His thrusts are purposeful now, each one testing that barrier. A whimper escapes my lips as he pushes harder, the stretch unbearable yet intoxicating. "Fuck... please," I gasp, unsure if I'm begging him to stop or go deeper. His chuckle vibrates against my back, his sweat dripping onto my spine as his hips snap forward again, the piercing scraping that tender spot mercilessly. His hands slowly slide up my back, his fingers splaying between my shoulders before he pushes me down , holding me, pressing hard, my chest against the bench and my cheek pressed into the damp wood. "No more half-measures, white boy," he growls, "here comes the Easter Bunny, " his voice thick with lust. His hips pull back slowly, his cock dragging against my walls until just the tip remains. I feel empty, lost inside. My hole is twitching... needing him. Then , suddenly, he rams forward in one brutal thrust. His cock splits me open from the inside, forcing its way deep into me, tearing me apart . His cold metal piercing shoving and scraping in the front line makes a way for his big cockhead and shaft . The second ring gives way with a sharp internal pop, and I scream... A broken scream that tears from my throat as stars explode behind my eyes. My body convulses around his cock. "F-fuck-!" my breath choked, as his cock is pushed deep into me, past my second ring, burning, stinging, bruising, scraping its way up within seconds. I feel his piercing scraping impossibly deep in me, my hole fluttering around his cock, torn up by his thick shaft. The pain is burning hot, searing through me as his cock splits me open deeper than I thought was possible. Tears spill down my cheeks, mixing with sweat as my body convulses. I scream out real loud, as my fingers claw into the cedar beneath me, gasping for air . My scream is hearable and echoing clearly in the humid steam. It has to be heard even outside. Fuck ... fuckkk... dammmmm.... ahhhhhhhh... The entire length of his cock buried inside me at last, his balls pressed against my ass. I'm huffing from this filled-up, painful feeling, my cries and screams slowly fading away as it turns into soft whimpers . "That's it... take all of me," he rasps, his breath scorching my neck. His balls pressed flush against my ass as his hips grind against me, letting me feel every inch. His cock moves slightly deep inside me as I try to catch my breath. "Fuck, yes... that was the second hole, white boy," he snarls, while I feel his sweat dripping from his chin onto my back. "Tighter than a virgin's throat..." His hips roll in slow, filthy circles, his cock pulsing inside the newfound space, the cold metal piercing dragging over my sensitive flesh. "Gonna ruin you here," I hear his voice promising darkly, "Gonna flood you so deep, so my load will stay with you, turn you... his big black cock deep in my white, now slutty, cum leaking hole. The pain is overwhelmingly sharp and burning as his cock twitches inside me, impossibly deep, stretching me deep and wide. I am trying to huff the pain away, not paying attention to his words, only busy enduring . His pierced cock scrapes my tender inner wall with every slight movement. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to adjust, my body trembling violently beneath him . As I whimper, the pain slowly melts into an intense feeling of joy, excitement, and pleasure, an overwhelming fullness that makes my stomach flutter. The sauna's steam curls around us, thick with musk and sweat, as I feel his slow, deliberate movements inside me , his piercing scraping raw at an untouched place inside me. My fingers tremble against the cedar bench, my hole clenching around him instinctively, drawing a rough groan from him. "F-fuck... so deep..." I gasp, my voice breaking as he drags his cock back slightly. The stretch is almost unbearable, but the emptiness when he pulls away is even worse. His chuckle is dark, possessive, as he pulls back excruciatingly slow, his thick cock sliding slowly out of me. I can feel his cold metal piercing scraping inside me on its way out , his hips pulling back, feeling the emptiness he is leaving deep in my guts. The emptiness when his cock withdraws again is worse. My fingers scramble against the slick wood, my body arching shamelessly to chase his cock. "P-please-" I gasp, the word cracking as he stops just short, teasing me... only leaving the tip of his cock in me, my hole clenching, trying to keep the head of his cock in me. "Miss me already, white boy?" he taunts, his fingers digging into my hips. Before I can beg, he slams forward again, burying himself back in me with one brutal thrust, punching the air from my lungs. "Yeah... you fucking do." I scream out loud, in pain, but also in pleasure. My scream echoes off the cedar walls as his balls slap against my ass, his cock buried deep in me, back up through my second hole. His chuckle is dark, his hot breath against my skin as he leans over. "You feel that, white boy?" "That's my cock rearranging your insides... marking you up where no one else can reach." His hips pull back again, slower this time, pulling his cock back and then bashing into me again. The slap of skin against skin fills the humid air as he slowly starts to fuck me. It feels like punishing strokes as his piercing drags over my inner walls with every withdrawal before slamming back in hard enough to make my vision blur and moan from joy. Sweat is dripping from both our bodies, drips from his chin onto my arched back as he growls. His biohazard tattoo gleams above his thrusting hips, a warning etched in ink as his rhythm turns merciless . Each thrust is followed by the wet smack of his balls against my ass. I start to moan, high and broken as his cock trusts into me, over and over again. His cock pounds deep, his piercing giving me some extra pleasure. The pain has melted into something electric, hot pleasure radiating from my hole, splitting me open with his big black cock. My fingers search for a grip on the slippery couch so I can push my ass back up to each thrust . "F-fuck-fuck...." I sob. My body convulses around him as he pounds his cock all the way in me again, his thick cockhead pounding deep, tearing up something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The steam around us thickens as his rhythm turns brutal. Each thrust pounds deep and hard. His thick black powerful cock and his piercing bruise me, raw and bare without any protection or limits, deep in me... Tears and sweat drip onto the bench as I clench it, my knuckles white. Every moan is punched out of me, ragged and broken, each time he pounds back deep in me. My hole tries to grab on to his bare black cock, tightening around it each time , as if my hole wants to keep him inside me, to nurture his huge black bare cock, to milk it. My body is no longer mine... just a vessel for his cock, his sweat, his claim. "M-more-" I gasp, the word dissolving into a whine as his balls slap against me, relentless. The feeling is overwhelming... his big black bare cock pulsing inside me, his veins throbbing against the walls of my hole with every brutal thrust. No protection, just raw heat and friction as his hips snap forward again, burying himself deep in me, over and over again. A sob tears from my throat as I feel his cockhead twitch deep inside me, his balls slapping against me with a wet smack. "F-fuck-I can feel you deep in me," I gasp, my voice wrecked, my fingers scrambling against the bench. The truth of it burns hotter than the sauna. He 's everywhere inside me, his piercing and cock bruising and tearing my guts up, carving his claim into me... my toes curling from pleasure... His breath comes in ragged growls against my shoulder, his sweat dripping onto my trembling back as his rhythm slows down. Slow, long thrusts, deliberate strokes, dragging his piercing painfully in my hole against my walls, as if he knows he is tearing me up. His thick black bare cock drags over my prostate until my legs shake. "Yeah, you feel it," he rasps, biting my earlobe hard enough to make me whimper. "My cock is ripping the walls of your hole... ripping you open... bare... so my cum will sting..." His hands slide down my back, grabbing my hips forcefully, his thumbs digging bruises into my ass, as he pulls back agonizingly slow, watching my hole tight and open around his cock. "Gonna pull out now... let's see if your greedy hole will follow me." The sudden emptiness when he withdraws makes me gasp , his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop that echoes in the steam. My hole flutters pathetically around nothing, twitching as if chasing him, wanting his bare black massive cock back in me... no matter what... with nothing to divide our skin from each other , no protection at all. I need him... my body needs him back in me. My knees buckle as I hold myself tight onto the bench, my hole clenching around nothing, but no longer able to close completely , my ass wet with sweat and whatever is dripping out of my hole. Through my blurry vision and hot steam, I watch Malik stride to the cedar bench and sit, his massive thighs spreading as he wipes sweat from his brow. A towering dark chest gleaming with sweat, his nipples look like dark pleasure knots. Sweat is slowly making its way down , down over his muscular six- pack, down to his biohazard tattoo. His biohazard tattoo glistens , drops of sweat running over it, almost like a warning, like poison . His veins under his skin pulse , making the tattoo seem to be alive. And right under it, the base of his massive cock stands hard and fierce . My eyes are locked on the thick, glistening black shaft, thick veins pulsing on his shaft, covered in a mix of fluids. Thick blobs are running down his shaft : my spit , James's cum , my ass fluids, and red spots. He tore my hole raw, stretched it, ripping it, made my insides bleed a bit. The cold metal piercing covered in it, on the top of his cock , did its job... I whimper softly as I see a bead of precum on his massive black shaft, dripping onto his massive balls. He counted my insides , lubed it with it, or maybe even fucked a load silently up in me without letting me know. I shiver at the sight and thoughts, but I want him in me again. "Crawl here," he orders, patting his thigh. "Got more for you to take, so sit down on it." His voice drips with dominance as he spreads his legs wider, the biohazard tattoo glistening above his cock as a dark promise. Sweat is rolling down his chest as he watches me with hooded eyes, his thick fingers tapping impatiently against his massive thigh. "Don't make me wait, white boy." My legs tremble as I force myself up, trying to steady myself. I feel weak, used, whored out as I watch him. Slowly, I stumble toward him, my knees weak, my vision blurred from the steam and the intensity of the fucking I just had to endure. But my hole and body itch , wanting more... I can smell his sweat , his musk , while his smirk is predatory. My hands are shaking as they hover over his legs, trying to steady myself. "F- Fuck ...you're huge," I whisper, staring at his huge black cock, glistening in slick. My hands trace over his legs as I step closer , my fingers curling over his warm, hot, sweating body. My white, pale fingers against his dark skin, tracing to his hips. I brush my thumbs over his biohazard tattoo, following the lines. No clue what it means, but it is sure damn hot with him. It's a part of him... and I want him... Slowly, my fingers crawl up, over his six- pack and his huge chest as I put my hands on his shoulders , grabbing it tight. His strength sends a shiver through me , his muscles flexing, his chest heaving with each breath. "Ride me hard enough, and maybe I'll let you come , " he growls, lifting me effortlessly like I weigh nothing. He pulls me to him, my knees pressed onto the cedar bench on either side of his massive thighs. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me open as he positions me over his cock, the cold piercing teasing my raw hole. My body against his. our sweat mixing with each other , as I watch him deep into his eyes. The moment his bare cockhead kisses my hole, I gasp.... the feeling is overwhelming even after being fucked rough. I want him back in me... raw, unprotected, rough, and deep. I don't hesitate and, with a whimper, I sink down, forcing myself onto him inch by agonizing inch, my nails grabbing into his skin as his piercing scrapes me open again. I feel him claiming me, filling my hole again. His cock drives deep in me... all the way, till I sit on his lap and his balls press against my ass. "F... fuck... I am yours," I choke out, my hips trembling as I feel his cock all the way, deep in me. His growl vibrates through me as I sit on his lap with his cock deep in me. His hands grab my hips tight. "Damn boy... now ride it," he snarls, rolling his hips up sharply, making me cry out as his cock twitches inside me. "Move that ass, white boy," his voice commanding, while he slaps my thigh, hard enough to leave a stinging mark. "Show me how bad you want it." Photo Luke riding the black guy My breath comes in ragged gasps as I start rocking on him, my thighs burning with the effort of lifting myself. I lift myself just enough to feel his cockhead still in me, then throw myself back down on him. Feeling his cock splitting my hole apart , filling my guts till he is all in. His piercing tearing me again, but I am focused on the pleasure . His strong black hands, supporting me, helping me with each movement... up and down, finding a rhythm. Sweat is dripping between us, our skin sliding together, his cock stretching me impossibly wide with every downward thrust. "Fuck-yes," I whimper, my nails scraping down on his shoulders as he grips my waist and slams me down harder, forcing himself deeper. His hands guide my hips into a brutal rhythm up, then down with all my weight, his cock spearing me open each time. The slap of skin echoes off the cedar walls, my cries lost in the steam as his piercing scrapes me raw inside. I feel him... his big black cock... deep in me.... his thick veins over his shaft.... his heat ... His dark eyes watching deep into mine, our gaze locked. Watching me, as my body is begging for his cock and load.... His dominance is absolute as I bounce on him, my hole clinging to his cock like it's the only thing that matters. His growl is pure possession as he suddenly tightens his grip on my waist, halting my movements. "Look at you," he rasps, watching me deep in my eyes. His face is dominant, our bodies clenched against each other , his black skin on my pale white skin. His huge chest is almost twice as big as mine, dominating my own body. I feel the heat of his body on mine, and in between the sweat of us mixed together, making our bodies shiny and wet. "Taking every inch like you were made for it , " he smirks darkly. Then he slams me down hard, his cock pounding and bruising inside my hole, the pain-pleasure so sharp that I scream it out. His laugh is dark as he watches tears spill down my cheeks. "Fuck, yes... that's my good boy , " he smirks , picking up a rhythm, pounding me in and out, each time faster than before. My thighs tremble with exhaustion, but I keep riding him, each downward plunge sending sparks up my spine. The steam wraps around us like a second skin, the cedar wooden bench beneath my knees slick with sweat as I bounce up and down. His cock fucking mercilessly inside me. "F-Fuck..." I choke, my voice breaking as his fingers dig bruises into my hips, guiding me harder, deeper. "I-I can't-" But my body betrays me, slamming down again, hungry for his bare cock, deep inside me... the stretch... "You can," he growls, yanking me down onto his cock with a wet slap, his cock buried deep in me. His dark eyes burn into mine as sweat drips from his brow onto my chest. "Feel that? That's my bare, unprotected cock deep in you, filling you up with pre-cum right now." His grip tightens, forcing me into a brutal rhythm , lifting me up, then down with all my weight, his cock splitting me open on every drop. My scream echoes off the walls, lost in the steam as my hole flutters around him, milking his thick shaft. His piercing scrapes me deep inside ; it makes my toes curl. My mind is almost exploding. He slams me down harder with each thrust, setting me on fire. "Gonna wreck this hole so good," he growls, sweat dripping from his chin onto my chest as he watches me impale myself. "Gonna pump you full with my poz load, 'til you're leaking for days." His thrusts turn forceful , his balls slapping against me with wet smacks. My thighs burn from exertion , but I can't stop. His cock pistons into me with relentless precision as I can only moan and gasp. " F ...f...fuck me... fuck me... breed me..." I gasp out loud. The sensation, the pleasure, my head is spinning. The pain-pleasure is unbearable , his piercing dragging raw inside me with every brutal bounce. "P... please... harder..." I beg, my voice raw, my nails digging into his shoulders as I bounce on him frantically. The slapping sound of our skin fills the sauna, my hole fluttering around him greedily, trying to milk his cock despite the searing stretch. My hole stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Tears run down my cheeks as I claw at his shoulders, my voice breaking. "Breed me... please... I need it..." The words spill out between my gasps, my body trembling as I feel his cock deep inside me, as our rhythm turns erratic. His dark laugh somehow curls around me like smoke. "You begging for my poison, white boy?" His teeth graze my throat as his hips piston up violently. "That's it... take it all..." he snarls, lifting me effortlessly by my waist before slamming me down onto his cock, forcing me to take every inch. My scream shatters the humid air as his piercing drags deep in my hole ; the sensation of pain-pleasure makes my vision blur. His laugh is dark, possessive, his hands holding my hips as he controls my movements, making me ride him like a puppet on strings. I can feel his already huge and thick cock getting even thicker . It feels like it's getting harder, bigger, thicker, the veins swelling on his shaft , his cockhead getting more swollen as he keeps guiding me up and down , bouncing on him in a somehow aggressive way. I can't hold it, and I scream and moan loud each time. My body keeps bouncing on his, his cock pounding deep in me. His big black bare raw cock, pounding, scraping in my once tight hole. Our bodies wet. His balls slap hard against my ass, a wet slapping sound. The intense feeling of being used by this black god. I can't stop screaming and moaning loud each time I slam myself down on his lap, forcing his cock deep in my hole. Each time I slam myself down, meeting him with a forceful thrust of his hips, slapping hard against my ass. His thrusts are brutal, erratic ; my thighs quaking as I feel him twitch impossibly deep inside me. I am screaming and moaning for what seems to be timeless. Not caring if others will hear me outside or even inside the sauna . It is just me and him... my mind is wild, my body in heat . The pleasure inside me feels electric. I can't keep it up ; my body shivers . I am at the point of breaking. My body is overheated, overstimulated , about to explode. Then his hands crush my hips as he yanks me down hard ; he groans loudly , his groan vibrating through my chest as his hips stutter, burying his cock as deep as he can in my hole. His balls press tight against my ass as I feel his cock pulse. The veins on his shaft thicken; his cock seems to split inside me. I feel a warm, hot, wet pulse deep within me. He is cumming in me! The first hot pulse against my inner walls makes me whimper ... a thick, wet heat flooding me as his grip turns vise-like. He empties himself in thick, pulsing ropes, filling me up. "F... fill me... up," I gasp, my own cock jerking untouched between us as I start to cum at the same time. Thick white cum shots spill onto his sweat-slicked abs as his breeding claim triggers my own cock to shoot its load. His biohazard tattoo gleams with sweat as my cock stands hard against it, shooting thick ropes of cum. I can feel the wet, sticky heat of his cum... a hard , pulsing load after load getting shot inside me... his cum floods me deeper than his cock ever could. A searing claim makes my hole twitch and cramp around his cock deep in me. I can feel thick ropes of cum being shot deep in me, past my second hole, filling me. Rope after rope... no way to ever push it out of me, even if I wanted to. My whimpers are ragged, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as his cum paints my insides, the cold, piercing twitching in me with each spurt. "S-so much , " I choke out, feeling it spill past where his cock stretches me, dripping down my trembling thighs. His smirk is savage as he watches me deeply in my eyes. "That's it... take every drop," he growls, his fingers digging bruises into my hips to keep me impaled. He shoots at least nine ropes of cum in me. My hole is wet, bruised, warm, and filled. My hole flutters weakly around him, trying to keep him buried deep in me as I feel his cock getting softer. His cum starts to trickle out around his shaft, dripping out of my hole, on his balls, onto the cedar bench beneath us. It is only a little bit of all the cum he fucked in me. It is shot too deep to ever come out... Our bodies pressed together , my cock and my own load splashed between us . As we keep our straining positions, sitting on his lap , my body feels used, tired, exhausted , as it rests against him, his cock still buried deep in me. We stay like this for at least ten minutes . Finally, he lifts me ; with an easy slide, his cock pops out, leaving a white and red leaking mark on my open hole. My body is weak, exhausted as he lays me down on the bench. I am breathing heavily, sweating and leaking. My mind and vision are a blur while he smirks. Photo of Luke lying on the bench "You will remember this one... it will sting for a long time, boy." As he slaps my ass, leaving a red mark from his forceful hand. "You just fucked with the Easter Bunny ... and took the main prize ." As he laughs, he slowly walks away into the steam, to the exit of the sauna room. I can hear him opening the door, the sizzling heat as the cold air rushes in. I hear him laugh and his dark, low voice rumbling at me one last time. "Happy Easter ... " Photo of the black men walking....out

18yo topping me a few months back

I have many great memories from Club 80. I managed to get a few video mementos… [think before following links] https://x.com/turbochg/status/2015360816476999762?s=61 [think before following links] https://x.com/turbochg/status/2015354362487570703?s=61 I also have an 8 minute video from awesome gathering at Club 80 with buddies Boxing Day 2008. Not (yet) posted online anywhere.

truly just doing what god intended for you.

More please

Awesome