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I wondered the same thing and went back a page to check if missed content that set up the boy's slam. Like poor grammar and spelling, the truly challenged writers often lose their way in a story or sometimes they just lose a chapter or two. Many don't even know what they did until the praise they crave was replaced with a question from another member looking for clarification. DaddyBear, you'll probably survive this character assassination. Stay strong!

I sucked a lot of cock this week which ended Wednesday night with me walking around the bookstore with my cute face covered in two big loads. Sunday night went to the bookstore and sucked off the Spanish guy with the laborer's belly. Then he turned me around and fucked me. I don't remember if I sucked more cocks after him. Monday night I hooked up with a 22 year old from Sniffies. I sucked him and he fucked me in his hotel room. Tuesday I took the whole day off from work to suck cock. I got to the bookstore at 11 and was basically there until 5 o'clock. I sucked a lot of cocks. There was a guy there who was facilitating it. He was telling guys who were standing around that I was a cocksucker and bringing them into the stall. When the guy locked the stall, I made a motion to keep it unlocked and my facilitator said "he wants it open." And he would encourage the guy to feed me. "he wants to be fed." he was like really dom. i stayed until five, went home changed out of my business clothes and went back to suck more cock. Then that night i went to the bathhouse where I sucked off a BBC. Wednesday I had some business to attend to right near an adult video store. So after the business I went to the adult video store. I sucked off four cocks. One of them pre-came but none came. Then I drove to the adult bookstore i was at tuesday night which is busier and got there around 4. I stayed until 7 sucking cock. I was just in complete sub cocksucker space, just brainless with my mouth open. Then I went home and got changed out of my business clothes. I went back to the adult book store and resumed dicksucking. Spent about 45 minutes total on a black cock. Spent another good half hour on an irish cock. Swallowed one guy in his 20s. Then two older guys got me in the stall and I was sucking both their cocks. They took on my daddy and uncle role and I played the son wanting to learn how to suck dick. "Is that how I do it daddy" I asked if they would shoot their loads on my face. The daddy said "we're going to ruin that handsome face." Then the first one made me lick his balls while he stroked and climaxed all over my face. Then with the nut all over my face I resumed sucking the other. And then he exploded all over my face. And then I walked around the bookstore with my bukakke face. I wanted more loads to cover me but it was like 9:30 and nobody was left there. Even by Wednesday night I was still in perfect cocksucker mode, getting right to my knees, working their cock with slow and steady head, trying to savor as much of it as I could , taking my time, letting them enjoy it.

I nut deep in the fag’s pussy and then give it a few more pumps to make sure my nut gets worked into the fag’s pussy

Appreciated.

That's 50 hours of fucking, your cunt being thoroughly worn out, and that must feel really good. RESPECT ✊🏻

It was a rainy evening in London, and Emma and Oliver were sitting across from each other at a small café near Camden Market. ☕🌧️ They had met on a forum discussing BDSM relationships and had been exchanging messages for weeks, curious about each other’s boundaries and experiences. Emma, a 29-year-old graphic designer, was playful and bold, while Oliver, a 32-year-old journalist, had a charming wit that made their conversations spark. “Have you ever tried a structured scene, like a contract or pre-agreed roles?” Emma asked, stirring her latte. ☕😏 Oliver smirked, “I’ve read about it, but mostly online. It feels more real when someone knows your limits and respects them.” His eyes twinkled with curiosity. They had both come across The Green Tanners, a community that emphasized education and communication within BDSM. Emma laughed softly, “They really focus on safe practices, don’t they? It’s refreshing to find a place where people share experiences without judgment.” Oliver leaned closer, lowering his voice playfully. “I even tried a bit of self-bondage last week. Just light cuffs and a blindfold — nothing extreme — but it made me feel… more in control and yet surprisingly vulnerable 😏.” Emma’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Really? That’s brave… and kind of hot 😘. I’ve played with self-restraint a little too, tying myself up while exploring sensations. It’s funny how something simple can feel so intense.” Their conversation drifted naturally between flirting and sharing experiences, each story bringing them closer. They discussed safewords, trust, and the thrill of being in control while also surrendering it — even if only to themselves. 💌😉 As the evening progressed, they shared more stories from their own journeys. Emma admitted to experimenting with light bondage and sensation play, while Oliver confessed he had always been intrigued by dominance and submission dynamics but hadn’t explored much in reality. Their discussion was candid yet flirty, full of knowing glances across the café table. By the end of the night, they weren’t just talking about the technical aspects of BDSM; they were exploring curiosity, consent, and intimacy. “It’s fascinating how a community like The Green Tanners normalizes these conversations,” Emma whispered. Oliver’s reply was a teasing grin, “And yet still leaves room for imagination 😏.” Later, when they checked back on the forum, they noticed other members had commented on their conversation, discussing boundaries, consent, and the importance of trust in BDSM relationships. Emma typed back, “It feels amazing to have a space where we can learn and experiment safely,” and Oliver added, “Exactly — it’s like we’re writing our own story, but together, not alone.” By the time they left the café, London was quiet under the drizzle. They walked side by side, teasing and laughing, feeling connected not just by attraction but by shared curiosity and respect for the world of BDSM. Their story had become more than a casual conversation; it was a living example of how communication, consent, playful exploration, and even self-bondage could intertwine — all sparked by their discussions online and the insights they gained from communities like The Green Tanners. 😘🌙

Looking to get bred all weekend. Staying downtown with a bud Friday and Saturday nights. Sunday I have a motel room near the airport and posted a party ad on bbrt for 5 p.m. Hit me up if you want to fuck. I'd love to take your load. Also, into lots like leather, jocks, porn, making vids, hitting the bathhouses, video store booths, lots lots more.

Me too@mascdlbtm

15 tops lined up so far. Who wanna come join?