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1. Malik Delgaty: 8.5" uncut. Vers top. Straight-identified, dominant in bareback scenes, often breeds bottoms roughly, GayVN winner, muscular build for intense pounding. 2. Tyler Wu: 7-8" uncut pierced. Vers bottom. Asian twink, loves deepthroating and getting bred bareback, exhibitionist, collabs with hung tops, former skater. 3. Hunnypaint (duo): Sizes unknown. Total bottoms. Femboy twinks, specialize in sloppy blowjobs, deepthroats, and sissy play in bareback amateur vids. 4. Cade Maddox: 9" cut. Total top. Dominant alpha, raw sodomy with toys, breeds tight asses, Grabby winner, muscular for brutal sessions. 5. Rhyheim Shabazz: 9" cut. Vers. Hung Black star, intense vers flips, group bareback, deep breeding, Voyr Media fave. 6. Dante Colle: 7.5" cut. Vers. Bisexual, raw versatile action, BDSM, gangbangs, Grabby winner, natural butt for flipping. 7. Joey Mills: 7" cut. Vers bottom. Twink icon, bareback creampies, deep throats, multi-award winner, loves being dominated. 8. Leon and Mike (couple): Leon ~8-9", Mike unknown. Leon top, Mike bottom. Real rough bareback, big ass pounding, passionate positions, no acting. 9. Legrand Wolf: 10" cut. Total top. Daddy dom, size difference bareback, prostate stimulation, owns Carnal Media, ultrasound visuals. 10.Mtwunk (Gabriel Doria): Size unknown. Vers. Pansexual adventurer, raw versatile scenes, vlogger, passionate hookups.

Unfortunately I know that my younger self would not take the advice due to cautious risk-aversion, but I do wish my younger self knew to just let go and have more wild fun. Youth's the time to be young and make terrible decisions on purpose.

Raw will be easier and more fun 10 times out of 10

Having finally taken my first (and certainly not last) fist in the fall, I have so many bucket list items that I'm finally now getting to do! Atop my list though are getting my guts swamped and then fisted out, a lube gunge ff session, ff 69 (and multi-party iterations like ff train or ff circle), eventually take doubles, take a fist to the elbow... I've got all the time in the world and I'm just taking it one scene at a time, but so much fun stuff to do now that I'm over that initial hump

I love doing that. Also when going on a date, have my bf go to the bathroom for the restaurant to get bred by random guys and come back to the table with fresh loads in his cunt. You ex must have enjoyed you a lot too

Damn, doesn't appear hopeful 😞

Part 2 Sleep was a fractured, drifting thing. Chad was on his stomach, sweating, the cool hotel sheets a balm against his hot skin. He floated in and out of consciousness, the lingering euphoria from the ecstasy pill making his dreams vivid and his limbs heavy. The bass from the club still seemed to echo in his bones, a phantom rhythm that kept him from sinking into true rest. He was vaguely aware of the bed shifting beside him, the weight of his partner Jake moving. Then, a touch. A cool, firm hand was rubbing slow circles on his back. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, and Chad hummed softly in his semi-sleep, leaning into it. But the touch didn't stay comforting for long. It grew more insistent, more possessive. Jake's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. Chad's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into soft focus. The touch was no longer gentle; it was a massage that was turning into a grope. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of his haze. He felt Jake shift, and then the distinct sound of skin on skin as Jake jerked his own cock to full hardness. Jake's 7-inch uncut cock was thick and demanding. Chad knew it intimately. He could picture it now, the foreskin pulling back to expose the flushed, pink head. A hand left his back, and a moment later, fingers began to knead the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Chad froze. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could only lie there, a prisoner in his own body, as Jake's finger brushed against his hole. And then it wasn't a brush. It was a press. A finger, insistent and probing, began to push inside. The finger sank in with shocking ease. There was no resistance. There was only wetness. Jake stopped. The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the movement. Chad's breath hitched in his throat. He felt the finger withdraw, a slow, deliberate pull. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut, praying this was a nightmare he would wake from from. "Look at me," Jake's voice was low, dangerously quiet. Chad couldn't. A hand grabbed his hair, turning his head forcefully. Jake's face was inches from his, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes glinted with something cold and hard. He held his finger, the one that had been inside Chad, in front of Chad's face. It was glistening. "What's this, young man?" Jake's voice was a silken whisper, laced with steel. "Who's been naughty?" He brought the slick finger to Chad's lips. "I have so many questions, but later. For now... lick it off my fingers." Chad's stomach churned with a nauseating mix of shame and fear. He hesitated, and Jake's grip on his hair tightened. Obediently, his tongue darted out, tasting the bitter, salty evidence of his betrayal. The taste of Asha, of himself, of his lie. Chad sucked it like it was a cock. As far as he could take it in his mouth. "Good boy," Jake murmured, releasing his hair. He moved behind Chad again, his presence a looming threat. "Spread your legs young man". The command was absolute. Chad's body complied, his legs moving apart of their own volition. Jake leaned down and pressed his tongue inside Chad’s sloppy hole. “Mmm, I think you’re ready for MY cock now.” He felt Jake settle between them, the thick head of his cock nudging against his entrance. There was no preparation, no gentleness. The cum from Asha, still warm inside him, was the only lubricant. Jake entered him in one brutal, punishing thrust. The air was forced from Chad's lungs in a silent scream. It wasn't like before. This wasn't a secret, fierce encounter. It was powerful and decisive. It was new. It wasn’t like Jake. He normally took it slow - he was normally gentle and would make sure Chad was ok. This time, Jake was angry and horny, a terrifying combination. His hands gripped Chad's hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck him with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. “You are mine, you little slut.” Chad felt it differently. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that stole his breath. But underneath it, something else was happening. The roughness, the anger, the sheer force of Jake taking what was his—it was a punishment Chad felt he deserved. He had been naughty. He had broken the rules. And this was the consequence. His body, despite the pain, began to respond to the raw aggression. He wasn't just a passive recipient; he was the vessel for Jake's rage and lust, his own guilt and pleasure intertwining into a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. Jake's grunts were harsh in the quiet room. He was fucking Chad not for pleasure, but to erase, to overwrite, to reclaim. He was driving Asha out of him with every deep, invasive stroke. Chad's own cock was trapped against the mattress, friction building a reluctant, shameful arousal within him. He was loving every thrust. And he loved how deep Jake entered him. Chad’s cock was raging hard. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming complexity of it all. With a final, guttural roar, Jake slammed into him one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Chad, adding his own claim to the one already there. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pinning Chad down, his chest heaving against Chad's back. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Jake pulled out and rolled away, his back turning to Chad. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, filled with all the words that hadn't been spoken. Chad didn't move. He lay there, his body aching and used, two loads of cum cooling inside him. He was no longer drifting. He was wide awake, and the consequences of his actions were no longer a secret. They were a physical, painful reality seeping into the sheets beneath him. Stay tuned for part 3.

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Reading the option number 1 - easyjet cumdump, made my dick hard. I'm definitely into easy cumdumps. Knowing theyd let anyone dump a load in them and begging for more turns me on. The more sexual partners they had, the more I enjoy.

Toilet of a roadside diner Little sweaty middle aged guy, used to smell of sweat and greasy food, pumping his load into me before going home.

It was incredible. We first started out as a hookup and then started dating etc. we would play with other people. Where and how he got the idea to do this I really don't know 🤔

I've had that before, but only on my phone. OS was Android. Doesn't happen on my laptop.

YES🍆

YES

It depends on the situation. Am I sucking him on my lunch break? It really needs to be fairly quick, probably like 10 minutes or less. If I don’t have anywhere I have to be then I think the 30-45 minutes is the sweet spot for me.

i've watched some of the televised cabinet meetings the White House put out, kinda creepy how everyone around the table seems to take turns fawning on Trump.

I think it would be hot to make this a series of Joe's conquests

In a ice fishing tent on display inside cabelas

sounds hot - enjoy