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That's the beauty of an adult bookstore. I just show up and let them cum to me...in me, on me...

I should really think about moving to WV. That is an impressive number😛

84 so far this month putting my annual total to 695. I'm still on pace for 1000. Thinking about feeding today. 🤤

He is still active on X. His last post was in November 2022, which included a pic of him with Tim Kruger and Tian Tan. If you are a verified member of X you can DM him. Though his profile reads that he resides in Amsterdam, his current location is Berlin. One interesting point is the first thing hs mentions in his profile is "Fetish", but not of the photos really show what that "fetish: is.

Steam in Chicago a couple years ago. Third floor had just opened for the evening but all the lights were still down. I climbed on to the fuck bench with my blindfold on and waited. A few minutes later I was entered and filled with cum. He then started to leave the area and I pulled off my blindfold. I saw it was a Mexican cleaning crew member. He was the only one there. I put my blindfold back on and waited for the next cummer.

This subject rings true to me. I was a frequent visitor of the Baths on Broward Blvd in Fort Lauderdale for years. During that time, I would find a guy cleaning the halls right near my room, then look in, lean the broom on side of the wall and come in and fuck. In and out, no words exchanged, just bodily fluids. I did that on more that one occasion, I've also hooked up with the guy who was checking bags for contraband, he knew me from when we had both lived in a different city and hooked up. When I leaving the first time I ran into him, he asked if he could come over and fuck. I agreed. So I have done it with employees both on the site and at other locations. I also got cell phone numbers from guys who worked the front desk but I regret that I never followed up on those. Just as I was checking out they would say "hey, the guy from the earlier shift left his number". Problem was, I couldn't remember who was who.

To me, guy tastes different. Which is part of why sucking someone off, and having them blow their load down your throat is alot of fun. Some guys taste like salt, others to me have a slightly bitter taste. But for me, most have been watery and has no distinct taste, it's like day old bottled water that has been sitting out of the refrigerator and is now slightly warm.

Now I need to move to France.

I thought it was just me. I ran my antivirus scan and, after that, the site would not load proper. I saw a title that sounded interesting with several likes but, when I tried to open it, nothing.

Taste varies so much but so does the texture and viscosity. I have a regular fuckbud whose semen is always very thick and bright white. It is such a turn on. The feel in my mouth is as important as the taste. one thing I found relatively consistent is the scent. Ever since the first time I ejaculated when I was 13 I have notice a scent reminiscent of chlorine.

I ate my own sperm, when you it greasy foods , it tends to be salty for me, if you drank a lot of water and ate a lot o fruits, it tends to be very tasty and sweet, like fruity or something or sugary.

It came all natural to me. It was beautiful uncut cock with heavy balls. After some foreplay and slowly sucking the dick for 15 minutes (no hands), when he was close, I asked him to cum in the mouth and I swallowed it. The cum didn't taste bad and texture wasn't gross. Liked the feeling of the flaccid cock resting on the face and lips.

If I was in Philly, I'd do more than just suck your thick cock ...

Fucking hot dripping precum the whole time I read it !!! Then blow my load when dad said the boy is his backup pussy! thank you for another hot story @cumfillthishole

Mine wasn't a real family member but my daddy figure that groomed me to love cock and cum. He was a client I visited twice a week for business. It started off casual then carrying his delivery through to his living accommodation. Then offering me coffee. Then offering me lunch when he would turn the sign to "closed" for lunch. During thus time he used to tell me he loved me. He would hold my gand every opportunity he could. Then the talking got to love and sex. With me. I was slowly getting attracted to the thought if his cock. While inside for lunch the next time. I was sat in the armchair talking cock. He said I would be frightened to see and hold another ma's cock. So I held one hand over my eyes and held out my other hand and told him I was ready to hold another man's cock. I didn't have to wait long. The next thing I knew I was holding his hard hot cock. When I opened my eyes it was beautiful. Mature veiny uncircumcised and a nice throbbing purple head. I instinctively put it in my mouth and started to jerk him . That was the best thing that ever happened to me. I've been a cocksucker ever since. I was nineteen at the time and he was fifty five.

my first time being fucked and my gifter

Who is this guy (the bottom, the top is the ever ready TianTaoXXX) ? He's Michl Amundson, @Fynnhjardt on X. He has been described as a perfect bottom with a cavernous ass. On X his postings start with one posting in 2010 and stop around late 2022 with practically all his postings between 2012-2022. He seems to have filmed exclusively for Tim Tales, and since Tian Tan and a few others are in some other clips, this means that Tim Tales was actually an attempt at a German porn studio rather than just a vehicle for Tim Kruger to show off in (since in the US pretty much only clips with Tim Kruger are featured, this is what it looked like over here). IAFD has dates for Michl from 2021-2024 but it looks like these were mostly filmed in 2021 and 2022. What happened to Michl? Is he still around?

why is so hard to find regular cocksucker in philly they e-mail text back all gamer i moved back to area for family issue i was in ohio no promblem any reply

It tastes like chicken. Isn’t everything described that way?

Hello beautiful, I’ve been slack with sending you messages lately. Life has been busy, but I know that’s no excuse. So here I am, in the locker room at work—my little confessional booth—taking a moment to get some of these thoughts out. Today, I want to talk about Suf. We’re still sending daily voice memos, though he’s missed a day or two when he’s been busy. The rhythm between us feels like it’s shifting—it’s slower now, and I catch myself hesitating before sharing the more intimate parts of my life with him. There was a beautiful couple of weeks when our connection felt effortless, but now I can feel it waning. I think I just have to go with the flow and adjust to this new tempo. We caught up for a hike on Sunday. On the drive there, he was fairly quiet, and right at the start of the hike, he told me he doesn’t like to talk much when hiking—he prefers to listen to the birds and the sounds of nature. I was disappointed by that, because for me, hiking has always been a social thing. Sometimes I even listen to music on my earphones. So, there were moments on the hike when I felt lonely, even though he was walking just behind me. I kept glancing back to check on him, and it wasn’t like walking alone, where I can just be in my own rhythm. Originally, we’d planned for him to stay for dinner afterward, but at the last minute he said he felt too sticky and sweaty and wanted to head home. I didn’t feel let down exactly—more like it didn’t matter either way. We hugged goodbye, and that was that. The time we spent together also confirmed something I sensed from the beginning: he carries a kind of angry, bitter energy, especially when he talks about his ex. It’s understandable given what he’s been through, but it’s heavy, and I noticed myself drifting into a thought I felt guilty for: that I wished I were hiking with someone else, someone I could talk and laugh with. Another small thing: there were a few moments during the hike when I started singing, because you know how much we love to sing while walking. But I caught myself feeling self-conscious, worried it might disturb him—that maybe he wanted me to be quiet. And then I was stuck in this strange place of asking myself: do I minimise myself to fit his comfort zone, or do I keep expressing myself freely? I reminded myself that one day, nature will still be here, but I won’t—and maybe that means it’s worth hearing me sing, even if it breaks the silence for a while. So that’s where things stand, buddy. The connection is still warm, but different now. Slower. Changing. I’m just sitting with it and letting it be what it is. Stay awesome. Stay you. Chat soon. xx