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Hahahaha! He certainly is. 😉

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Damn this so hot.

Great true breedings here, no pulling out. (I may have posted this earlier, can't recall or find it) [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cump-30-mins-of-missionary-fuckin-and-breedin-4-xhLkgYI

Hi guys, I got fucked and fisted by a guy with a massive Prince Albert, and my sphincter, which has survived plenty of abuse intact, has been badly torn. I was high so wasn’t aware at the time, but it was too painful to get fucked for a week and when I saw the video I was horrified. (I think it was deliberate btw, but that’s a different story.) I’ve been trying to google this. I don’t have any long term symptoms or incontinence, just sloppy farts. But I haven’t dared try sex since (9 months ago) out of embarrassment. I’m trying to work out what surgery options there are. I think it’s a sphincteroplasty and the injury is called a fissure. Any ideas where to start? FYI I only noticed the tear two weeks ago when I looked at the video, 9 months after the fact. I happen to be in Thailand for a month and thought this kind of surgery could be cheap here. I’m from London btw. Other than that I’m a bloody idiot, any thoughts?!

Oh my that is so true. I hope to experience the same thing as this guy is someday.

Im looking to set up my first cumdump session at St Giles. I am looking for some advice. 1. How many days should I book? 2. Are the weekends a good time or should I consider a mid week instead? 3. How do I get the word out there? Yes I can post a party listing on BBRTs. I know I can use Grindr as well. 4. Would there be anyone interested in fucking a stocky individual like me?

Now that’s love! Embracing his new son he made as part of the brotherhood and impregnating him with more toxic seed while he’s so vulnerable.

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It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

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I would have to say I take full responsibility for any sex I had while I was 15 to 17. I pursued it, I was never forced, no one twisted my arm. I was never afraid as to "what might happen", and I suppose that's wrong because I had little concern for the men who were "adults" at the time. As a younger child, around the age of 10 or 11, I had guys expose themselves to me, but never touch. I have vague recollections of police being at my house and an officer talking to my parents. My mother witnessed a man pulling up next to me while I was riding my bike, she was looking out a bedroom window and screamed at him to get away from me. Was I traumatized? No. I was told I did nothing wrong, I wasn't in trouble with my parents, and that was the end of that. But I was different from other boys, and by the time I was old enough to ride public transportation alone, in a large city in a blue state, I was seeking out men for sex. Now all these laws about consent today, well, I am sure many of my sex partners would be jailed had they been caught. But what about me, I initiated or put myself in an area where they had access to me. The only thing that has changed, in my mind, is that in today's world my behavior could have consequences. I stay away from twinks, or "just barely legal" types. I am a man who prefers men, not boys. But getting back to my "early experiences", with the exception of the "exposure" incidents, I was the initiator. By the time I was in undergraduate school I was "experienced" to say the least. In today's world, in a red state like Florida, my behavior as a 15 year old might have landed me before a juvenile judge. I suppose I am lucky that never happened in my case. I have absolutely no regrets.

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This morning I woke up to breakfast. My ex had stayed over. When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked, sitting on the sofa talking to another naked guy. The other guy was a 30ish Ecuadorian with a big banana like dick, uncut and curved. He was on the shorter side and slim with a helmet of long black hair. Sexy .I go to the bathroom and they both call me to join them. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees ferociously sucking that Ecuadorian dick. It had a wicked curve so was hard to deep throat. Anyway, it gets hard as granite and he gets up and gestures for me to get on the sofa. He lubes up and slams his dick all the way in. He starts with deep slow strokes and after a while, he starts gushing pre-cum. He pulls out and it keep spewing and he feeds it to me. I suck his dick some more and then he gestures again. I assume the position and he enters and puts he whole body on top of me and starts pounding the fuck out of me,. Soon, he starts moaning long loud moans as he noisily unloads in me. He stays in and rests for a second. In Spanish he says he hasn't busted in five days. Hr pulls out and I clean him off but he's very sensitive. I get up and go wash my hands. With his 5 day load still in me, I then made a big pot of oatmeal. Served it with honey and cinnamon and fresh blueberries. We all had a bowl and then he walked out with me as I walked the dog. Still have his warm seed in me. It was a very very good way to wake up.

"Nextdoor" is popular where I live as well, and I took one look at it when I first moved here and in a second realized I wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. A bunch of individuals who have nothing better to do than look out their windows and comment on the behavior of their neighbors, or even the streets leading into the complex. "Did you see the tall black man walking down 31st St. S.?" was one story. Well, this is Saint Petersburg, we do have African Americans living here. "Have you been approached by the black man trying to see his CDs of reggae music in the parking lot of Publix's? screamed another. No, but I have been accosted by a group of pushy Girl Scouts who had their mothers named Karen harassing me to buy cookies. "Nextdoor" is filled with outrageous racism. Because my community has been dubbed "Heaven's Waiting Room", l live near the spot all the EMT's park and are the first to respond to a 911 call. So that is the limit of sound I hear. I yearn for the days of partying gays who play dance music a bit too loud, it's not likely to happen in the streets leading up to where I live. The gays are up on 54th Ave S., now with the Flamingo Resort sadly in our memories, we only have the ABS so there is very little the homophobes can jeer at. I drove by the other day and they had a flag out saying "Theater now open", meaning the booths in the back were available to play in. The first time since COVID. From my understanding, they have new owners, opened a new water account (Don't ask me how I know that information, but I know). So there is some sleaze available, in very limited quantities. If "Nextdoor" members only knew! One thing of note, apparently there was some kind of call from Trump to lower the flags in memory of Charlie Kirk. For the record, and I know this is sad, I had no idea who the hell Charlie Kirk was before he was shot. But my complex, which I would estimate is at least 50 percent Republican, declined to lower the flag. My 93 year old neighbor was upset she made the few steps over to the "guard shack" to ask why they were not observing the Trump "order". She called me to tell me the guard told her this was private property, owned by an out of state corporation, and they were not obligated to follow any "order". I like my 93 year old neighbor very much, but I had to chuckle when she called me, outraged, that there was no sympathy shown for Mr. Kirk. "Nextdoor" is garbage, or at least it was the one and only time I looked at it.