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Exactly! I know my holes been cleaned out, I can't say that for others.

There's a bottom with a tattoo on his side that says something like "want to get to heaven tonight then fuck me" he's in some pig boy Ruben scenes, if anyone has an idea please!

id love to do that with some full blown toxic AIDS pigs that is so fucking hot

Part 12: The Doctor's Gift as a Cure As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. The doctor. From your position on the floor, looking up at him, the bulge in his scrubs looks even more impressive, a formidable weight of flesh. His eyes are dark, fixed on you, and then they drift down to the mess on your chest and the trickle of cum leaking from your ass. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he chuckles, his voice a low, calm rumble. "I was wrong. You do know what you're asking for. And it looks like you've earned my gift after all." He pushes the door open and steps inside, closing and locking it behind him. He unbuckles his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls out his cock, already hard and angry-looking. The thick, heavy metal ring is still encircling the base, making it swell to an angry-red, almost purple color, every vein standing out like a roadmap on the engorged flesh. Thick, clear beads of precum drip from the tip, falling directly onto your face, one hitting your eye, burning and clouding your vision. He wipes some off with his thumb, smearing it across your lips like lip balm. "Taste that," he commands. "That's the real thing. Not that boy's little thrill. That's just the key." He reaches down, not to grab your arm, but to press two fingers against your pulse point, feeling your heart hammer against his touch. Then he grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. He spins you around and slams you chest-first against the grimy tile wall, just like in his office. You feel his body press against your back, his cock hot and insistent between your ass cheeks. "That kid is just an amateur," he growls in your ear, his voice a venomous whisper. "Some college student chasing a thrill, fucking every bare hole he can find, exploring parties... a willing but innocent amateur. I saw his lab results: nothing a few pills can't fix. Importantly, HIV negative. So, a nice mindfuck, but no real risk there. But me... I have the real thing. He was the opening act. I'm the main event." He lines up his cock and slams into you, his entry made slick and easy by the student's load. You cry out, a mix of pain and profound ecstasy. He doesn't pause. He doesn't tease. He immediately starts fucking you with a furious, punishing rhythm, his hips a piston driving into you. "Feel that?" he grunts, his breath hot on your neck. "That's my toxic cock rearranging your insides. I'm chasing that boy's cum deeper into you, painting over it. Marking what's mine." "You wanted to be converted? I'm going to fucking convert you." His words are a torrent of filth and scientific fact, each one making you harder. "Every thrust is pushing my viral load closer to your bloodstream. That kid's reckless abandon is the welcome wagon for my army. The raw friction from his hard fucking together with whatever else he might have shared with you creates a perfect, fertile pathway. Essentially giving my bugs a ride to the front of the line. You're not just getting fucked, you're getting seized. Permanently." His pace becomes relentless, brutal. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes in the small room. "You're going to walk out of here with my poison inside you. You're going to feel me for days. And when you get the flu, when your body finally surrenders, you'll know who did it to you. You'll know who claimed you – the person you seeked for help, who gave you the get-out-of-jail card that you decided to flush down the toilet. You deserve it!." With a final roar, he buries himself to the hilt. He reaches around and presses his hand flat against your lower stomach. His palm is warm, solid. The gesture shockingly gentle. He's holding you, anchoring you both in this intense moment. The touch focuses every sensation on that single point of contact where the hard, deep bulge of his cockhead presses against your inner wall. As his cock begins to pulse and spasm, you feel it from the inside, and his hand presses firmly, as if trying to feel the throb of his own climax from the outside. It's an unspoken, shared experience, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection as he floods you with his essence. He stays there, panting, his weight pinning you to the wall, his warm hand still pressed against your stomach, a grounding point in the aftermath. After a long moment, he slowly pulls out. As the flare of his bulbous cockhead pulls out your ass lips, a trickle of the toxic juice begins to escape. Before it can run down your thigh, he presses two fingers against your hole, pushing the escaping seed back inside you. "Don't waste it," he growls. "Every drop counts." He then brings those two glistening fingers to his own lips, tasting the mixture of your ass and his cum, a final, possessive act. He gives you a rough shove, stepping back. You slump against the wall, utterly spent, cum leaking from your ass and your own load drying on your chest. He calmly tucks his cock back into his scrubs, buckles his belt, and pulls a prescription pad from his pocket. He scribbles on it, tears off the sheet, and holds it out. "Same as the college kid will get," he says, his voice once again cold and professional. "Standard dose." He pauses, then adds with a cruel smile, "For the other... there's no cure." You take the paper, your hand trembling. He turns to the door. "See me in four weeks," he says, without looking back. "Maybe the result will be more to your expectations then." He unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you alone, shaking, loaded with two men's cum, and holding a prescription for the temporary distraction, while forever carrying the one you can't cure.

Early bird gets the loads 😉

Me too. Definitely turned guys away that insist on closing the door!

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I love doing ATM from my ass or others. Tops always come back faster, as they see you as a slut

Early bird with his wide open Morning Glory.

I was 12 when a spend a weekend at my uncle House, during the night i woke up and had to go to the toilette for a piss, on the way i saw my uncle sitting in front of the tv, he was watching porn, he saw me and asked me if i wanna watch with him, i nooded and we were both watching a gay porn, after a while i grabed my pants off and wanked my little boner, it felt fantastic so i begann to wank his big boner. Then he said i should like his big boner, so i did. After a while his was breathing heavy and he pushed my head onto his cock and exploded in my mouth…

Fucking hot

My parents were smokers. My mother was a cigarette smoker and my father switched from cigarettes to a pipe when I was a toddler. I never smoked cigarettes. I tried them once when I was in high school, just didn’t like them. in my 20’s, I had a friend give me a cigar and I loved it. My bf at the time loved watching me smoke it. After the first time he watched me smoke a cigar, he went and bought me one. It soon became an infrequent ritual. I’d come home from work. He would have a cigar and cocktail waiting. As I took my first sip of my drink, he would snip the end off the cigar and put it in my mouth. One he lit it, he would remove my shoes and socks and give me a foot rub. Sometimes he would lick my feet and suck my toes, all while I drank and blew smoke down on him. Eventually things would end with him sucking me off and swallowing my load. a couple of times I fucked him while smoking a cigar, but found it difficult. The best way was when I was on my back and he rode me till I filled him with cum. I still enjoy a good cigar and a fine bourbon, but it’s been years since I had smoking sex. I rather miss those earlier years.

Short, thicc body, heavy stubble always gets me horned. Also the back of a guy’s neck. Some tatts but not covered, verbal, square jawline, muscled forearms and the best - hairy sweaty pits.

Love smokers and love smoking while playing! 😈

I'm a smaller guy who loves older . I lost my anal virginity by cheating on a girl for a hung daddy when I was 21 and immediately knew my place.

Local here as well! 😈

I’ve always had a thing for older men, as far back as I can remember. Still love a dad using me anyway he wants 😈

I think so, there's an FSM event on Sep 12 Currently I'm planned to be there for both 🐷

@Hunter22 Is there one planned for Folsom in Berlin too?

I'm a cock hungry fag who loves having my cunt gang banged & flooded by piss & cum but, getting fucked & flooded like this, I would be in paradise especially if I was used multiple times a day.

Too bad you'll be missing the fickstutenmarkt that's on the April 4th