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Great story! I blow my load reading it and still dripping! Hopefully there are more chapter cumming! PLEASE and thanks @pdxpointperv

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God I'd love to bury my face in your cunt and taste all those hot loads.

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

Hello beautiful, I’m feeling a bit sad today. You know, sometimes I wonder how much about the future I should send to you—if you’ll become constantly anxious, waiting for my daily messages, not knowing what the future holds. I ask myself whether I should send you the bad news or let you experience things on your own. I mean, if I tell you everything that’s going to happen, is there any joy left in the unknown? But then I think about when we read a book and a movie adaptation comes out. We already know what’s going to happen because we’ve read the book, but the movie isn’t any less exciting just because we know how it ends, is it? I know I’ve been talking non-stop about Phil the past couple of days, and today won’t be any different. I realised you don’t know what he looks like, or the little interactions that play out between us—and I think I’ll leave that magic for you to experience when you meet him. I’ll only cover the major events. I got a message from him today. Just the usual banter we exchange from time to time, but then, towards the end, he dropped a bombshell: he’s moving to Sydney in a couple of months to expand his business. My initial reaction was excitement for him. His business is his life, and it’s great that he’s thinking about growing it. But then I remembered the first few weeks after I met him, when he said he wanted to slow down this year because he was burnt out—from work, from relationships. He said he needed to let his thoughts catch up with him. I don’t think he was lying. I think that was just where he was in that moment—tired, post-breakup, just trying to find himself again. But that was a couple of months ago. He’s healing now. He’s finding himself again. And I think he’s gaining clarity on what he wants to do with his life. Right now, he’s pouring everything into his work. And maybe, a part of him is also moving to Sydney for a fresh start in life and love. I remember when we broke up with Kevin, how I wanted to join the Airforce—not just for structure or adventure, but partly to reset my life. To make a big change so everything felt new. And you know what I found at the end of that, buddy? I found that happiness had been right on my doorstep the whole time. But I was still glad I went through the journey to discover that for myself. I used to think that when the universe finally pushed Phil away, I’d be relieved—because then I’d be forced to stop chasing. And now that day has come, and I don’t feel relief at all. I mean, I’m happy for him. But I’m also overwhelmed with sadness. I sat with it all day, trying to pinpoint it, and I think the sadness comes from the loss of possibility—the slow closing of the door on what we might have been. I’ve been loosening my grip on him for a while now, and now the universe is saying, “Let go.” And the truth is, I’ve had the power to do so all along. But I’m struggling. It’s not easy, buddy. You know what it feels like? It feels like the ache I had when I broke up with Van. Or with Kevin. Except this one feels different, but it cuts just as deep. It’s different because with Van and Kevin, we gave it a proper shot and we knew it wouldn’t work out. With Phil, we’re dancing with possibility—with what-ifs and maybes. And sometimes, those are just as powerful. Just as painful. So yeah, that’s where I’m at, buddy. I’m grieving. But I will let the feeling wash over me instead of running away from it. I will let the pain hurt, because it means I really cared. It means I really loved him—with everything I had. But I can tell you one thing for sure—and you probably already know this: we’re never going to give up on love. Not in this lifetime. There are still so many guys out there we haven’t met yet, and I’m going to keep trying and trying and trying. I won’t let my heart go cold. I won’t build walls just because love is hard. Because I know it’s worth it. We’ve felt it before. And when it’s right, it’s beautiful. You’re going to be alright, buddy. I promise. Love you always. Chat soon xx

I always swallow. How can anyone waste all that beautiful cum that's been brewing waiting to be savoured by a willing cock suckered. Nope it has to be swallow every time for me.

When I was younger and more sexually active, I frequently hit guys second ring. I don't know that I'd describe it as wildly stimulating but it was hot knowing I was going that deep into a guy. I always tried to shoot in there. As I've gotten older and had some medical issues, I don't get as hard (and I swear I'm not as "big".) I also don't fuck as much as I used to. I've consequently not gotten past a guy's ring in a while. But when I'm with someone who is "fun sized" it seems to be a bit easier. Yet another reason I like guys smaller than I am 🙂

I agree I'm married. took my first dick up my ass before I was married. The thrill of cock excites me more now. I like cock better than pussy.

More please, Friday please… thank you I’m pleased

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I'm about to get slammed and bred by a poz breeder. I want his strain

I was 23 and Father John was 32 and a newly ordained Catholic priest in his first parish assignment. Fr. Joe, an older priest at my parish encouraged me to make an appointment with Fr. John at a nearby parish. Fr. Joe said he was confident Fr. John would be able to provide me with meaningful spiritual direction, given Fr. John was close to my age in comparison to most other priests, and relatable. I contacted Fr. John, telling him Fr. Joe encouraged me to reach out to him, and we made an evening appointment. Fr. John told me to meet him in the parish gymnasium at 9pm on the upcoming Thursday evening. When I arrived at the parish and parked, the last two cars in the parking lot were leaving. The gymnasium door was unlocked and when I walked in, there was only one person in the gymnasium. He approached me with a dazzling smile, introduced himself as Fr. John and said, "You must be Jimmy!" He firmly shook my hand and apologized for his casual attire, as he was wearing a black t-shire that said "CLERGY" on the front, black athletic shorts, white athletic socks, and sneakers. Fr. John explained he had just finished coaching the parish’s Catholic Youth Organization (CYO) varsity basketball practice. He told me to give him a second to lock the gymnasium door so we could spend some time getting to know one another. As Fr. John walked away from me to lock the gym door, I was fucking floored. He was so fucking hot, with a great body, dark black hair, and handsome face. His t-shirt emphasized a great chest and his shorts showed off his amazing ass as well as his athletic legs. His white athletic socks also made his calves stand out in the best way possible. This guy was a fucking wet dream and I later found out he had the nick name of “Father What-A- Waste" within the diocese. Once Fr. John locked the gymnasium door, he led me through a maze of hallways that put us in the rectory, and he took me into what I believe were his private living quarters. Fr. John sat in a chair while he directed me to sit on the sofa. He said he had some questions he wanted to ask me to get to know me better and started by asking, "Are you gay, Jimmy?" My eyes bugged out because I was not out to my family yet, but I was not about to lie to this stunning man. I sheepishly acknowledged I was gay, but that no one knew. Fr. John then told me to stand up and turn around. In a moment, I felt a presence directly behind me. I felt hands come around my waist and fingers undid my belt buckle and unbuckled my jeans. These fingers then unzipped my jeans and firmly pulled my jeans and underwear down so they were below my ass cheeks. I heard spit and then felt two fingers push into my pucker hole. The fingers were removed after loosening my hole up and I heard shorts being pulled down behind me. I then felt a hand against my back, pushing me slightly forward and then the head of a cock pushed inside of me. Hands firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me with a girthy cock. I eventually heard a soft moan and grunt and felt the plump cock pulsate inside of me as it dumped a load of cum up my ass. I felt the cock pull out and hands come to my hips to tug my underwear and jeans up over my ass and back into place. I then heard shorts pulled back into place directly behind me as I buckled my jeans and belt back into place. When I turned back around, Fr. John was sitting in his chair and gave me another dazzling smile. He stood up and said, “Let me walk you out.” He took me to the back door of the rectory and as he opened it, said, “Safe driving home, Jimmy and God bless.” As I walked out of the rectory and saw my car in the parking lot in the distance, Fr. John closed and locked the door behind me and turned off the porch light, as he settled in for the rest of his night.

So my first potential one was scabies, not sure if I picked it up from sleeping in hostels while I traveled around Europe after I graduated college or caught it from one of dozens of guys I had sex with while traveling around Europe after graduating from college. Next I had several UTIs after topping raw in my 20s. First of the common STI's was the clap followed by gono. I think I have had them both twice in 33 years of being sexually active as an adult.

I wish I will be able to experiment with a black dick 🥵

Surely would like to take Jakes place, but knowing I might not stand it

This is my wet dream. Picking up a skinny hung twink from a bar assuming I'm breeding his pretty little as but turns out he makes me his little bitch for the night 😳🥵

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