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In college this sexy guy on the football team would get drunk on Friday and Saturday nights. Honestly there was nothing else to do in town, we all did this. I went to a small, conservative, private college in the South, so there wasn't a lot of opportunity to get dick for this young, horny, recently out me. I also didn't own a car, we were in a small rural town far from any major city, and this was long before apps and the internet was new new, so finding opportunities was rare. Imagine my surprise when this hunky, fucking BUILT, linebacker showed up at my door one night. He just stumbled in my room, started fumbling with my clothes, so I took the hint and started to undress him. He lie down on the bed, and I serviced his cock until it was hard. I decided my spit was enough for lube because I was also beginning to learn that I have a self-lubing hole. I straddled him and rode him until he shot his raw load in my hole. No lube, no rubber. Just 2 horny college boys getting what they both needed. He would never kiss, and it was a pretty perfunctory fuck. He once told me that he thought I had a nice ass, and he liked that I was an easy, no nonsense fuck. His girlfriend would make him work for the sex and made him wear a condom. But with me he could show up, nut, and leave. No questions, no fuss. That started a 2-year stint until we graduated where he would show up almost every Friday and Saturday night, sometimes during the random weeknight, always under the pretext that he was drunk. Getting raw fucked regularly by one of the biggest football jocks on our team was one of the highlights of my college career.

My uncle got me into piss but when I was to take care of dad I knew the signs and would go with dad to the washroom in public places and dad like to have others watch like at rest stops or pools where he would get me to strip & piss on me before sucking his cock. While sucking his cock he would spread my cheeks and finger my ass to invite guys to fuck me. Dad really got off and would blow his load when he knew guys were unloading in my ass.

You caught me jerking off girl 💋

Yes, it was.

I would tell my teenage self to not hide who I really am. To transition as soon as possible and to live my best life as a meth whore.

And with hopes of tasting my mom on his dick😵

Beg my 70 year old step dad to molest me, I was 13

Very interesting thread. This subject has been rattling around in my head for some time. I was not raised in a religious household, so I was not conditioned to fear the wrath of God early on, that came later. The struggle between good and bad, light and dark, lies within ourselves. I started drifting away from the notion that Christianity was good and Satin was bad some time ago. This was solidified when I learned the Vatican in Rome helped Nasir war criminals escape persecution. WTF! Satanic worship being more about self discovery and seeking knowledge, something mainstream religions frown opinion. After all, Adam and Eve were banished by God for doing just that. Christianity is just too contradictory for me, which led me to think that maybe the “good” God lost the battle in Heaven, and the “bad” angel gained power to control and enslave is. shortly after this thought, I came across a man on YouTube who goes by the name of Morgue who basically solidified my thoughts. Strange how the universe works. from understanding, Christian version of satanic worship is far from the truth. It seems more like false propaganda to me. I don’t believe in sacrificial killing, but I am attracted to the ritual spec of worshiping satin. I am also a firm believer in self discovery and worshiping the human form. Nurturing our own body and soul to live a fuller existence.

Not really the same, but mum's best friend has bred me four times down the years. He's never come out and we've never told anyone. In fact he's been in two very long term relationships with women over the years, but never married. He and mum dated for a while but it didn't work out but stayed friends even after she met dad. He feels like an uncle, though there's no blood relation.

Been chatting with a guy that's poz in Wisconsin, he wants to poz my hole, then plug my hole with cheese then later dig it out and finger feed me then do it again 💋

hi. married (to a woman), but cant stop taking raw dick from older men. i feel so emasculated when i get called names as i take a load and then get sent back to my wife.

When I got the fuck flu, it was on November 28th 2020. And the day that I got infected, was November 12th. Didn't even realize I had been infected, until June. When I came down sick back in November of 2020, they said I had covid at the ER. So at the same time I had the fuck flu, I was also scro converting. I was sick for 3 months. And even after all of that, when they did my initial viral load test it was 2127. And then 3 weeks later it was down to 700

Gym bunnies/rats normally are this obnoxious and how they deal with others. He deserves everything he gets - wish I could do the same to the one I used to know.

Thank you, great reflections.... Men in their 30's in my observation typically come to grips then with whether or not men or women are our primary attraction. I suspect that preference really develops from experience. Until I knew what having intercourse with a woman vs a man felt, I didn't seem to have a "default setting" (as it were). Rich, my husband, tends to chat with married men who come out. Range for him is mid 30's to 60. A lot of guys have kids, see them off on their own and wife gets a girlfriend or hubby gets a boyfriend. And they part ways.

Waking up to The scent of cum that's been marinating in my hole all night is so hot.

Do you regret being a naughty boy?

I had a black fuck bud with an 8" dick. When he'd cum he would always be balls deep with his dick way inside me. His load would rarely leak out as it was far inside me and had a greater opportunity to be absorbed

51 married to a woman and i have been getting fucked by men my whole life. I really want my first poz load and to be “outed”

Don't ALL of us hungry bottoms wish for a young Twink like Ethan & his mates to come along. Big stallion cocks, free flowing Enhancements & desires of domination. I would eagerly submit to Ethan, his ideas of rough sex & the desire to prove that he had what I wanted, plenty of it & thendurance to test my limits. Yes, I'd love an Ethan to dominate me.

To my mother, I came out to my mom today. It’s been a long time in the making now. Maybe a decade? Perhaps a little longer than that. I know that a lot of my friends have come out to their parents. It’s brave, it’s admirable, it’s courageous— and I always pictured myself one day doing the same. But I never had the courage to do so. I think part of it is the Asian culture, where my parents hold more traditional views. But I do realize that, as time goes by, with the more accepting culture we have here in Australia, I can start to slowly see the shift in my mom when it comes to these things. And I’m sure that, at my age now— 34— after the age of 30 or so, when I’m not bringing girls home, or ever, for that matter— she would have realized that something was up. And I’m also sure that she’s spoken to her friends too, and they’ve all come to the conclusion that I might be gay. And she’s just been waiting for the time when I would tell her. In the last couple of months, I’ve been feeling a lot more comfortable and confident in my own skin. Telling people at work that I’m gay. Most of them already had a feeling, of course. They were just waiting for me to say it. And it’s been quite liberating— because I can be myself and everyone still loves me for who I am. This is all practice, of course, for the real thing— which is coming out to my mom. And it came about in a very dramatic sort of way. I met this guy on Hinge. His name is James. I brought him over to my place on our first date, and he met my mom. The next night, he asked if he could come over. I said yes. He ended up arriving around 3 in the morning. He made a lot of noise opening the garage door, and with the dog barking, my mom came out to see what all the noise was about. And that’s when she met him. They were both shocked to see each other. And there I was, in bed, eyes wide open. Thinking. Thinking how peculiar the universe works sometimes— how it sets up these domino pieces only to knock them down when the time is right. When James crawled into bed that night, I reassured him that I wasn’t angry or annoyed. Instead, I was grateful. Grateful that he had entered my life at this particular moment in time, and set off all these chains of events that would eventually lead me to tell my mother that I am gay the following day. I always imagined coming out to be an event. Full of confetti, balloons, red carpet treatment— you know, the things you see in movies like Love, Simon. But I didn’t get any of that. It was just a casual conversation— that the boy she met at 3 a.m. was someone that I am dating. And I saw that she flinched at that— before asking questions about him: his name, where he lives, his family. And that was pretty much it. The earth continued to spin, time kept on ticking, as it always does. And soon, the evening light faded through the gaps in the curtains, and I was left on the couch as my mother went to bed for the night. Just thinking. Taking in a deep breath— but it wasn’t as fresh as I imagined it would be. And I sat there, wondering why things didn’t feel as different as I thought they would. I’ve been in a jail cell for 34 years. I’ve had the key to the lock this entire time. And now— I’ve opened it. And the door quietly swings open. And I walk through it. There’s no party on the other side. Just my loved ones— patting me on the back, squeezing my shoulder, smiling. And I smile back. Perhaps my body is still trying to catch up to my thoughts. Perhaps these ordinary moments of coming out are the more common version that happens behind the scenes— the version that no one sees. Or perhaps— I’m just really lucky that I have an understanding mom, who didn’t reject me, or shame me, or disapprove of my choices. Just a mother who loves her son, no matter the choices he makes in this lifetime.

@jd13 get tested and then you'll know...

This is strikingly similar to what I'm going through at the moment for about the past 10 or 11 days. Savagely sore throat, mild to moderate body aches, but just wiped out exhausted... for about three days, then a couple of days less so, then again hitting me hard. This cycle has gone round for the past week and a half and I'm in a rough phase right now. It's weird. No fever/chills, night sweats, rash (but a few weird body itches) or anything like that, and I tested negative for Covid, so yeah, could be a regular flu I guess, but also Starting to wonder if this is it, the thing itself...?

Seven There was a knock on the front door. Dan looked around and said he wasn’t expecting anyone; he pulled on a robe which covered his harness and slouchies to cover the rest and strap down his monster dick and he went to answer. The rest of us became as quiet as we could – hard when there are three rushing bitches which need using badly – so I made one eat two’s ass, two eat one’s ass and slut eat mine. Three mouths prevented from whimpering. Fuck though my slut has a pro tongue on him and it was nearly me moaning and letting the game away. I couldn’t quite hear what Dan was saying, but it sounded slightly strained. The door buzzer hadn’t gone, so it was clearly a neighbour, but I heard two voices uttering the words ‘noise complaint’ and ‘need to keep it down’ and ‘it’s one am’. Clearly we’d been noisy which is kind of the prerogative of sex but I suppose people do need to sleep so it’s kind of reasonable. I heard Dan reply something mumbled but the word ‘officers’ came through. It wasn’t a neighbour at all, but the cops! I was sure Dan would mouth some platitudes and get rid of them but then I heard the first cop say ‘would you like to explain the contents of this bag?’, clearly referring to my duffel which was open and on the sofa. Oh FUCK. Dan was clearly giving it some flannel and trying to get out of jail free (literally!) but floundering somewhat. I heard “It’s the end of a long shift Sir, and this is going to be a lot of paperwork”. Dan was floundering but I know what I heard. In my line of work, you learn to spot a bent copper. I stood up and I told all three boys to “SIT!” so they all went back on their haunches. I told slut “Protocol three” and he knew what to do and began to whisper the explanation to the other two. I made sure my dick was hard, massive and showing, my tits tweaked and looking huge in the harness, my boots shiny and I walked into the lounge to help Dan. Dan stopped dead at the sight of me wandering in. “What the fuck are you doing, you IDIOT” he hissed at me. “Saving your ass from jail. Officers, you will both know of me and probably recognise my bag. Good evening to you both. Take a seat” Everyone sat, except Dan who was kind of behind a little on this turn of events. “Dan, sit down. Officers, I heard it has been a long day. You don’t need the hassle of an arrest and I don’t need it either quite frankly. What do we need to do to make this issue go away?” “You can’t bribe the cops” Dan hissed at me, still stood up. Oh dear, Master Dan, how wrong you are. “Two hundred each” said the first cop. A nice-looking Hispanic guy, probably around 35. Always hard to tell the body under the uniform but there was no bulging belly and he had very dark, piercing eyes. Nice bulge in the front as well. “You always start too low Roddie” complained the second cop. An even nicer looking younger cop, black smooth skin and ebony eyes. Again, no beer gut and a nice firm ass in his trousers. “Shut up Shawn” said Roddie. “There’s more to this and you’ll like it better I promise you. There’s plenty of time for kickbacks” “OK officers, two hundred. I’m reading that there is something else here that you want; out with it” I said. “First, I want to know the guy with the robe doesn’t have a weapon. Strip please Sir”. Roddie, the older cop, rolled his eyes, but didn’t contradict his younger counterpart. “Daniel, strip off that ridiculous outfit please” I asked. Daniel looked at me with a degree of awe. He’d gone from being jailbait to being a sex object again in about two minutes. He shrugged off the slouchies first, causing his robe to tent as his cock (still massive, still rock hard) hung forwards under its own weight. And then the robe came off, revealing the massive man, huge arms, harness, chaps, muscular butt to die for and monster tool. He finally sat down next to me; two monster men on the sofa for the two cops to get a look at. “I’m taking it from the drooling gents that you’re both gay?” I asked the cops. They both nodded. “And so the extra thing at the end of the hard shift…” “What all gay men want Boss” said the Roddie. “A pin, a bit of something to fuck or something to ride hard, and no thoughts of crimes that we’re not involved in until tomorrow!” “I think there we are in accord gents. How much?” “0.5 for me or my dick goes” said Roddie “but he’ll take whatever you have. Shawn’s a slut for monster dick. Loves mine, don’t you bitch boy” “Yes Offic… I mean Sir” Clearly, these two spent some time with each other in uniform both on and off the job. A nice addition to our party. “Daniel, what do you think?” Master Daniel had returned to us. He stood up menacingly, walked over to the younger copper, smacked him around the face with his cock and pulled him by his hair to kneel in front of him. “Scaring the shit out of gay guys turn you on fucker? I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born” “Come through Roddie, let’s leave these two to get acquainted” Roddie grunted and stood up to follow me. I noticed the monster bulge in his crotch growing with the harsh treatment of his junior colleague. Or junior bitch. I asked: “So, when you’re not taking bribes from drug barons, are you two seeing each other?” “Fuck no, he’s just a useful hole. It’s a pretty sweet ass. I prefer guys who are far more muscular than that to be honest” “I may have something of a treat for you then officer Roddie” I purred, walking him through the door into the dimly lit room, which stank of drugs and sex. My three boys were ready in position, sat on their haunches and with a marker pen name on each – Slut, One, Two. When they saw us enter the room, they each picked up a crystal off the floor in front of them and rode their own fingers inserting it deep, and then immediately followed that act by begging to be used by asking and by mobbing the officer and licking his boots (and, I noted, my poor slut, without a boot of his own, went for licking the cuffs). When talking doesn’t work that well, protocol three always does the trick. “Slut, go and assist Daniel. We need a 0.5 and another 0.7 drawing up; and some more coke for Daniel and I. I also fancy a smoke, so get the pipe.” “Yes Sir!” said my slut, and sprang away, pausing briefly to show off his cummy butt to Roddie. “Is he always this much of a cunt?” “Yes. Day and fucking night. You should see him rush, he’d screw fruit” “And these two?” “They’re Daniel’s. Boys, the officer has had a hard day. Strip him” The two boys immediately stood up, flexed a little to stretch which made Roddie’s cock twitch, and began to pull the uniform off the cop. It’s a nice uniform – there’s a reason we always have a cop stripper at a party. However, I was a little surprised to see the glint of metal in his tits, and at the end of his dick. One saw it too and began to whimper. This appeared to bring out a mean streak in Roddie “Drug fucked cunt number one, chew on my right tit. That’s it, nice. Drug fucked cunt number two, do the other one. No harder. Harder!” He smacked to boy hard around the head, knocking him to the floor. I booted him in the stomach. “Do a good job number two or you won’t get more tina” Two whimpered in a terrified and worried way, petrified he’d be sober, and sprang back up to chew on the officer’s tits. Slut returned, handed me the rigs, then asked permission to help Daniel, which I granted. He grinned then ran back to the other room. “So, Officer, how do you like to do this” “I think I like sitting in this throne, getting the slam and then watching these two muscular little fuckers putting on a floor show for me. Get them high too” The pigs needed no asking, and number one ran out of the room to draw up two more pins. A moment later, he was back. “Dose?” “0.3 Sir” “Pussy Dose – why so low?” Roddie turned to me “We gave them 0.7 and two bumps not that long ago…” “Ah I see. Let me get high and then I want to see you slam each other boys” I tied off his arm. It was the first time I saw Officer Roddie half naked – the sluts didn’t get his trousers off before they had to chew his tits. He was built a lot like me, big arms, big chest and an intriguing looking 8 inches in his trousers. I swabbed, got the smell of the alcohol which began to make my dick stiffen again, found the register and slammed. Tourniquet off and three second later, a sonic cough. “FUCK me that’s good stuff. Right boys, slam each other and get a show on for me. Now!” Roddie grabs my arms and I lean over him and begin to tweak on his tits with my dick thrusting up hard against his shoulders. He makes lovely little pig grunting noises when he’s having his tits played with high and One and Two don’t need asking twice. They sit opposite each other, legs hooked around each other’s butts cross their arms over the front of their torsos – causing their biceps and chests to flex I noted - and each tie off the other. They swab and find veins easily and register the flash. They, as one, turn to the officer who is rushing like a cunt at this point and wanking his dick like he wanted to pull it off his body, pull out their needles, wink in unison and swap them over! They then proceed to jab again, but this time registering to mix their blood and slam each other with the other’s blood. A mountain of coughing ensues. “You dirty little fucking CUNTS” Screams Roddie, who has clearly shot into orbit with that slam. “Fuck each other with your fingers and tongues. Get those muscles working for me” The boys stand up, turn away and flex their backs, then turn back and flex chests. Number one gets down on his front in a press-up position and begins to do press ups, licking first one of Roddie’s boots and then then other. Number Two flexes his biceps and each time one comes up starts shoving his fingers into the butt of number one. We’re at four fingers when they change places, but I can’t contain myself any more. With a low growl, I search for my pipe. Slut has forgotten to bring it to me. I head into the lounge and find Daniel in the process of slamming off Shawn, whilst my slut sucks off Daniel. I see the pipe on the table – full packed and not in my hand – with the lighter next to it. I smoke up and start with a big cloud I shotgun into Daniel who motions for me to watch. I watch him shoot the juice into Shawn. The little bitch suddenly coughs and his eyes go wild. He beings to strip – not sensuously, but like his clothes are on fire – and then eyes Daniel’s cock up hungrily. I hand the pipe to Daniel, who smokes up another bowl and this time shotguns into Shawn, who is by now bucking like a man possessed and pawing at his cunt, making gestures and pointing and downright begging to get Daniel’s cock in him. “Get on the sofa, face away from me, butt sticking out. You too Slut” Both boys leap onto the couch but it occurs to me that we’re all flying and my poor little slut has been left out. I wander into the kitchen and draw him a 0.3; when I walk back into the living room, Daniel is rewarding the boy who begs better with a ten second fuck and then makes them beg again. I don’t need to tie off, I can see the vein and the alcohol pad, so I slam up my little slut and he coughs and also gets wild eyed. Both boys are now on the sofa, facing away with their cute little butts sticking out, so Daniel and I decide to do them both, side by side on the sofa. Dan is clearly rushing a little from the smoke, so I grab the pipe and start puffing away to the rhythm of my thrusts – suck on the pipe when I’m out, fuck a bit whilst I’m blowing the clouds. I hand the pipe to Dan, and he does the same, but then he begins to lean sideways and start to shotgun me. Our boys, clearly turned on by their bosses kissing passionately behind them, smoke curling around their heads, lean in and start kissing each other too. We’re fucking then hard like this for many minutes but I’m going to cum far too soon if I keep this up, so I beg off and begin to wander through to the other room again, just in time for me to see Shawn start fucking my slut, and at the same time Shawn is still being mounted like a dog by Daniel. A nice little fuck train. I stand transfixed at site of the cute young cop and my slut together, with big scary Master Dan the porn star hammering them from behind. It’s a nice image, and horny that I am, I’m beginning to wank again. No, I’m going to head through – this isn’t helping me not to cum! I enter the dungeon and nearly blow my load without touching my dick. Roddie is clearly still rushing like a man possessed, and I find him still in his cop trousers and boots, dick out and hard but instead of finding a boy riding the cock as I was expecting, he is now lying on his back on the floor with two arms extended, bent at the elbows and fists balled up. On top of those fists are number one and number two, both pleasuring themselves quite frankly furiously on the bent arms of the bent cop. Massive grunts are coming from the two pig boys as they get fisted hard and furiously by the cop, lube flying everywhere and with it there is a seemingly never ending diatribe of filth coming from Roddie’s mouth. “Fuck yes pigs, deeper, make your holes nice and sloppy for Daddy’s dick, lets see if we can’t get two dicks and a few toys in at the same time, fucking muscular prick teasing bitches…” And so on. Every time he mentioned their muscles, the boys stop their arm riding and flex a little for him. They turn around and start riding the other way around so that they’re facing the cop now, and so that he can see them flexing their massive chests and arms more clearly. They’re making out as well ever so often, sometimes sticking a finger into their sloppy cunt holes and feeding it to the other. Roddie is clearly enjoying it, his dick is solid as a rock. I wander over, and with my (also very hard) dick I start getting the boys to cock worship me. They’re sucking my shaft and my balls deep and hard, and I realise I’ve left the fucking pipe with Dan again. But I spy my baggie of coke next to the head of Roddie and motion to both boys to stop. Annoyed, Roddie turns to me and about to complain, notices two things happening simultaneously. Firstly, there is a bag of coke in my hand and secondly, the door has opened and his clearly very high younger cop and my slut are led in (one of them on a lead), one by his handcuffs. Dan takes charge of the scene. “Boys, sit!” The three boys sit in their position, leads in mouths, the two muscle sluts still with an arm up their cunts. I think my slut notices this, so he moves to a sitting position with the cop’s hard dick up his cunt. The little cop doesn’t know how to join in and he’s about to ask for a lead, but Dan puts a finger to his lips. Instead, he decides to get him into the sling, and handcuff him there using Roddie’s cuffs on one hand, his own on the other, and tying his booted feet into the stirrups with the straps on the sling. He has a hot little butt and I’m thinking of beginning my hand at plowing him, but Dan stops me. “No. I think we need to fight for the right to fuck this one, he’s too pretty and it’s too much of a story to tell” Fight? What, like head out and slug it out? I notice the party start on Roddie again whilst we have this discussion with the two muscle sluts now riding his arms and my slut riding his cock with wild abandon. Roddie is clearly having the time of his life, especially as number one and two keep grabbing the shoulders of slut and ‘forcing’ him to take the cock balls deep. Shawn is increasingly whimpering and clearly wanting some dick in him, as he's now trying to point to his cunt, which is hard given he’s tied down, but it’s making the sling rattle and so to placate him a little I start fingering his cunt. No lube, but I think there’s enough for me to get away with a finger or two. Or, as it turns out, five – slack arsed cunt clearly enjoys Master Roddie’s arm up his arse as well as his dick. Dan needs to speak loudly to be heard over the racket four pig boy are making with their grunts and begs and moans whilst they’re fisted and fucked in the room. “No, not actually fight, a contest of some kind. Each of us should pick a boy – one, two or slut. On his arse, we make two nice fat lines of coke and snort. Fastest to clear the lines gets to fuck Shawn first.” We decided this sounded like a good fight, so the boys were kicked off Roddie, all of whom made a very satisfactory grunt when the boot hit their balls whilst I yanked out my arm from Shawn (“No Daddy, please!”) and the three cunts were made to bend over with their pretty asses in the air, lines were drawn and declared to be of equal length. Straws were handed around to the three tops. “On go. Ready, steady, GO!” A massively loud sound of snorting filled the air, but it was clear who the winner was, by a mile. Roddie gets first go at the boy in the sling. “Hah, losers. I’m gonna breed my cunt” Gracious losers, all six of us spread around him in a circle and watched the big man begin to screw the little one, the coke high clearly hitting him and making him verbal and mean. He would thrust and thrust, ignoring the grunts of pleasure coming from the boy, stopping only to smack him around the face or punch his balls. The little pig in the sling was loving that. Every time he got his balls struck, he threatened to blow his load. It never happened – his dick wasn’t even hard. With a roar of satisfaction, Roddie’s balls tightened and he pumped his bare load deep into his boy. My slut was on his knees in a nanosecond and crawling over to Roddie to make sure that his dick was nice and clean. It’s always good to keep guests entertained – what a good slut. In the meantime, One had taken it upon himself to suck all of the cum out of the cunt of the little black cop in the sling, and he was about to swallow when Master Dan instructed his two boys to begin kissing the cum between each other, with slut catching any drips off the floor. It clearly got Dan going, as he stepped up for sloppy seconds. Master Daniel was passionate, aggressive and almost deranged with anger at the cop in the sling, swearing at him, calling him a dumb cunt and disgrace to the law, punching him in the balls and chest and at one point even pulling out, biting the cops nuts to make him yell out loud and then plunging his dick back in. In no time at all another roar joined the first and Dan’s colossal tool also shot into the boy. This time, it was slut sucking out the cum and kissing it with one, with two cleaning Dan’s dick. My turn; this wasn’t going to go down as world’s longest fuck as I’d been wanking over the two big men dominating the little bitch but then I had an idea. Instead of wanking and watching, or fucking – why not do both? I walked up to number one and said “Spit”. Number one spat into my hands, a combination of meth spit and cum. I did the same with number two and again with my slut. I then went back to the little cop who was now whimpering with fear at what was about to come. I decided I did not want to be kind – coke does that to me – so I balled up my cum and spit covered fist and punched it into him. Fortunately, a bit of a fisting and two big cocks fucking him and he was already loose so the fist went in easily. “Slut, get my dick wet” My slut crawled over and put his mouth over my cock, but then I decided I wanted to have the no-teeth sensation of the others. I kicked slut off, and got one, then two to suck away until it was hard as a rock. I got the spit covered cock and inserted it – well, rammed it anyway – next to my hand in Shawn’s cunt, and began the beautiful process of wanking myself off. Inside him. I was beyond turned on and so it was a matter of mere minutes, with a few roundhouse punches to his head with my free hand before I shot my load deep into him to mix with the other three. The boys were all whimpering for their own loads to be shot as well at this point, pawing at their cunts, and in the case of numbers one and two, fisting themselves a bit as well. Dan saw this and kicked them both in the chest. “Behave. We have guests to entertain, and the real men have just cum. You little cunts can wait” Spent, we detached Shawn and the seven of us returned to the lounge, still wired but needing a break.

I'd pay for some good BBCs to use me 💋