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I understand that 100% it just allowed me to have more sex with no fear essentially. It’s a wonderful side effect.

Had a wonderful morning fuck with a couple I play with often, both are built like a brick wall, huge muscles, lots of stamina and big thick dicks! 10" and 12", thick as an arm and the 12 has a huge mushroom head the just pops my second hole so good! we start with some basic making out in the living room, them feeling my pre-loaded hole (thanks to my beloved partner hehe) and and I straddled the one with the 10" making out and teasing his dick with my hole till he started pushing in. I sat on it till he was balls deep in me as his partner fed me poppers till soon after I was riding him hard and fast, I was doing a good job gripping his dick with my fuck hole he soon pushed in deep and flooded my hole with huge load. when he calmed down I got up off his dick and laid between his legs, taking him in my mouth tasting the cum and my ass juices as his partner came from behind and pushed in his mushroom head in, it was a bit of a struggle being early in the morning and not doing my stretches but the intoxicating smell of cum, sweat and poppers that his partner fed me and I felt that POP my eyes were rolling in my head with bliss and he had no mercy on me, shoving slowly but surely all the way in till he was pushing past my second hole, oh boy I was moaning like crazy as he kept pounding it till he was in. I came instantly handsfree, my entire body shook as I was having such an intense orgasm! but he was just beginning. after he was balls deep in me, I felt his huge balls resting on me as he gave me a few seconds to adjust my insides to his dick before starting to pound me hard. he loves pulling all the way out to the point his mushroom head stretched my hole and pushing all the way in, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat! I was in pig heaven, he always gives me continuous anal orgasms and my locked cock is just leaking like a faucet! He kept this pace for a while till finally he roared and exploded in my hole as I felt every shot in my tender hole 🐷 He kept his dick deep in me till he started to deflate a bit and as he pulled out I quickly turned around and was able To take him in my mouth (I can't fit it once he's fully hard lol) I just love the taste of warm dick right after they finish breeding my pussy!!🐷 his partner on the other hand was already rock hard again and slid in effortlessly and it felt so good taking him again in my cum filled hole. he the sat back on the couch and he pulled me with him, not taking his dick out for a second and he was bouncing my body like I was a fleshlight, I was in cumdump heaven. that's when I realized the other guy getting hard again too and standing right above me before lowering himself and placing his mushroom head on my hole as I was still being pounded by his partner. I just nodded as they fed me poppers heavily and braced myself to take em both in my soon to be stretched pussy as his partner started to push in. boy was that a struggle! Then came that pop and he was in. i felt like i was gonna faint there but the feeling was just so good being stretched like that, almost like a double fist! They pushed in, slowly but surely till I was filled, both deep in my hole and at this point I was just mumbling and begging them to never stop using me. they ramped up their pace and started really pounding me for nearly 30 min straight till they dumped another big load deep in me and pulling out I was sad to feel so empty and I my hole was gaping leaking with cum, I tried to collect as much as I could and eat it while I was cleaning their dicks from all their cum, my ass juices and saw some streaks of blood as they tore me up. i was a complete mess, soaking from all the cum that I was leaking combined with theirs as I was getting dressed slowly as they laughed at me and kicked me out jokingly cause they had to leave soon lol went back home and just crashed on the bed like that, still soaking with cum and sweat 💦🐷

no. but it's also just a preference not a requirement for me. i use spit a lot mostly because i frequent cruising spots and sex in "inappropriate places" and most people don't carry lube on them at all times. but sex at home sometimes also uses spit but if the guys wants lube i'm ok w it. i'd rather fuck w lube than not fuck at all. which is my real complaint: wtf is up w guys who have to have everything just so or they can't fuck? smh

I drink it every day ✨️

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/neighbor-gets-properly-fucked-bare-ii-other-angle-xhCpznE# It's an old video but it's hot because you hear the hot moaning of the top while he empties his balls into the bottom's hole, while the bottom, understandingly moans with pleasure and even laughs at times. Minute 4:10 on. The top keeps pumping his load for a long time.

i hit my runners wall w monogamy at 12 years too. but you're way ahead of me. 1 i found a new respect for cheaters. it's a scheduling nightmare! you need a social secretary just to fit in hook ups during non suspicious times 2. it was mostly just oral but i let an embarrassing amount of guys dump in me b4 i got on prep. for me it was more a reaction to being a whore than a causation 😜

Belltown, eh? I could WALK there.

Ok. I'll let you know

Rory and the German Muscle Twins Within seconds of Conrad and Dimitri leaving with Felix, his brother Karl had Rory naked. As they waited for someone to come and take over the door, Rory got a chance to enjoy the big man’s muscular chest. Both Karl and his twin Felix were about 6’ 6”, dark blonde, with square, brutish faces. They had massive broad shoulders, arms bulging with muscle and veins, small wrists and huge hands. Their legs were huge and muscular. Rory thought they looked like something out of a Tom of Finland drawing and he was extremely turned on. After about five minutes, Spike, a scary-but-hot Latino skinhead showed up. “Who’s this gorgeous little redhead, Karl?” Rory turned around and leaned forward to kiss Spike. “My name is Rory, which rhymes with whorey. You wan’ a fuck later?” Rorey said, already flying from the big rocks Karl had put up his hole. “I will come find you after the tonight’s rites are completed,” Spike promised, putting the little red haired hotties small hand on his big hard tool. “You can have him for sloppy seconds,” Karl laughed, “My brother and I are preparing him to be blessed by the Horn of Plenty.” “Hot,” said Spike, “I will be sure to position my offering where I can see his face when that big tool pierces that perfect little butt. Karl grinned and picked Rory up and said, “Gotta go.” Karl carried Rory into the small anteroom where the Eudaemons had dressed Conrad and Dimitri. Conrad and Dimitri were already a long way away. Rory was still aware enough that ask Karl how his friends had gone so far. “Time works funny here in the Temple.” Karl shrugged, “I wouldn’t be surprised if we have been playing for an hour or more before they pass our play space.” Karl stripped off his pants—Rory had gotten his shirt off him with in seconds—revealing how faultless his body-builder body was. His huge uncut cock—easily ten inches and as thick as Conrad’s—sported a big PA. Rory started to drop to his knees but Karl said, “Let’s get you kitted out, pleamty of time for sex in a second.” He grabbed a set of beautifully carved wrist and ankle cuffs and affixed them to Rory’s body. Rory looked at them in wonder, they looked to be priceless antiques, embossed with images of woodland creatures. In the center of each was a black opal engraved with a spider web. “That’s my family crest,” Karl said proudly, “For 600 years the second sons of my family have served in the temple, guarding the door and selecting men to mate with the Great Stag.” He then looked at Rory solemnly, “The Great Stag desires that you be his offering during the Temple’s daily ritual. My brother and I will prepare you and your hole as best we can, but the horn of plenty is probably bigger than any dildo you’ve ever ridden.” Karl then turned and pointed to a gorgeous, ancient fresco, which showed a beautiful dark-haired man, his face a mask of blissed-out ecstasy as he rode on a massive, unnaturally large cock attached to a man in a stag’s head mask. “ Karl turned to him and said, “But you have to say yes,”. Karl said, “Of your own free will. My forebearers used to trap men to serve as the Stag’s slaves, but since we abandoned slavery the Brotherhood stopped that practice. I can assure that you will be very high on some drugs you know and some that can only be found in our Brotherhold. But you will bear the Stags mark. This will make you very desired boy and you will most likely meet your soulmate and be a bearers companion at some point in the future. That will guarantee you a very, very long life with a man you will feel undying love for.” When Rory looked shocked, “It wont be Dimitri or Conrad, though, the Crone has foretold it. But she also foretold you will mate with another bearer and the Americans will be your close friends for several lifetimes.” Without saying a word Rory walked over to examine the slave collar. It had images of a Great Stag, spiders webs and spiders worked into the thick leather. He grinned, “Holy fuck yes! I don’t care if that monster cock kills me—as long as I am high and getting fucked I can’t think of a better way to spend my night.” And so proudly wearing the collar and ankle restraints Karl took Rory down a side passage to he and his brother’s play space. It was a very long hall and he was surprised to see that they could glimpse Dimitri and Konrad with Felix, the other twin through the play spaces. They came to small door, next to the big door that marked the stags sanctum, and Karl opened it. Midway down there was a black space with a black door. The entire thing was black walnut stained black—Rory had an uncle who made furniture so he knew the thing was insanely old and insanely valuable—a silver spider web was worked in beautifully polished silver metal and when he touched it he heard whispers of dark pleasures and he shivered. Karl opened the door and stood aside. “You can still back out. During the hours of pain my brother and I will hurt you, a lot. Thre Dark Lord demands it, but when the Great Orgy begins and you are blessed to ride the Horn of Plenty, the sacred sperm will heal even the deepest wounds from our lash and you will experience ecstasy unlike any other. You will then serve as a temple sex slave for several days to repay the Stag for his gift. But you like sex, I have heard, and so I think you will have a good time.” Rory leaned forward to hold the man’s huge pulsing member. He leaned forward, “I am in big man. Now let’s stop talking and start fucking.” So Karl took him inside. Like all the alcoves inside the doors of the Stag’s inner sanctum, dark sex and light sex were mixed. Along one wall was an ancient, gorgeous, carved-iron Saint Andrew’s cross. The walls were all black leather—the smell was intoxicating and Rory breathed in deep. The place smelled like pure sex. There were sex toys everywhere—the twins had tens of thousands of dollars worth of every size of every model of toy Rory had ever seen on the websites for premium silicone. One wall was all BDSM equipment with straps, belts, paddles, two matching and very scary bullwhips, and then every manner of tit clamps, ball crushers, and in a clear glass case hundreds of piercing needles. There were lots of mirrors and a massive white bed, big enough for the big men and several other men. The curtains were a mix of clear sheer white cloth and black leather strips. There were two massive carved walnut chairs, clearly designed so bottoms could worship the men’s asses, and with lots of places for men to perch while they got railed. Karl got to work, opening an ancient carved silver box with black spider inlays filled with vials and vials of Tina, and other vials and clear glass bottles filled with drugs—Rory recognized several overflowing with the finest capsules of X making the rounds in Berlin’s clubs. There were also dozens of bottles of a blue glowing substance. “Wha wit’ the blue stuff,” Rory said, surprised that his Scottish accent was so strong—it usually disappeared when he was high. “That’s a mixture of the fluids that constantly drip from the Horn of Plenty with some of the sacred sperm. All the ancient ones produce it, but whoever is bearing the burden of leadership—and of living with Horn of Plenty—they produce the most potent. I’ve not taken it—it’s strictly bottoms only—but it’s said to produce amazing euphoria. All I know is it takes a hungry bottom boys hole to the next level. It’s so strong we’ve fisted virgin asses within 20 minutes of them downing some of it.” Rory smiled with glee. Like many young gay men he would try nearly any drug—he and his friends considered it their birthright as gay men—and anything that opened his hole he loved. Karl then walked over to Rory and picked him up again, passionately kissing him, and carried over to a small tiled corner of the space. He set him down and affixed his arms to two widely spaced hooks in the ceiling. “That hole clean for deep play, little whore?” he said. When Rory replied yes, sir, Kirk just grunted and said, “We will see.” First he took out a straight razor. “Hair is forbidden below the neck on all submissives in the temple,” he said sternly. And quickly whisked away Rory’s neatly trimmed bush and armpit hair. He also removed the light hair that dusted Rory’s arms and legs He nodded approvingly when he saw that the boy kept his boypussy, taint, balls, and chest shaved smooth. He then pulled out an enema bag bulging with liquid. “This is our chempiss from the day.” He untied Rory and had him get on his hands and knees. When Rory immediately went chest down and automatically reached back to expose his pink hole, Karl smiled and said, “Good boy.” Karl then proceeded to fill the boy with he and his brothers chempiss. When the bag was empty, he slid a heavy metal buttplug into the boy. Karl pulled out an ancient hourglass, with enough sand that it would last five minutes. He had Rory get up on his haunches—the boy whined at the the pull of the heavy plug and enema on his hole. At the sound, Karl backhanded the boy. “Stop your complaining,” he said sternly, “You haven’t even begun to suffer.” And so for five full minutes, as Rory desperately deepthroated the muscle gods cock, he also strained, cramped, and spasmed around a colon full of the strongest drugs in Berlin. When the hourglass ran out, Rory was desperate. He crab walked as directed to the shower spot—panting, and groaning, his abs visibly cramping, and when directed pushed and pushed, screaming slightly when the big heavy metal ball popped out. Karl hosed the boy off and dried him with soft fluffy towels. He heard the door open and Felix entered and said, “Did I miss his chempiss enema? I wanted to see the stud suffer.” Karl smiled, “It was gorgeous. To make up for it, you can give him the first load.” Felix walked over and led Rory over to the bed. “Fuck baby, that chempiss must have been strong, you so fucking warm.” Rory and he started making out. Then Rory paused, lucid for a second, “How do I tell you and your brother apart?” Felix smiled, and showed the boy the small black and silver enameled F he wore and then Rory noticed the K around Karl’s neck. He’d been so into Karl’s muscular body he’d not even noticed. “And,” Felix smiled, “My cock is full inch longer then Karl’s just not quite as thick.” With those words, he pushed Rory down to pleasure his cock. He moaned loudly as the super experienced little whore deepthroated him on the first try. A few minutes later, Karl knelt beside him. “Are you ready for the best night of your life?” he breathed in the boys perfect little ear. Rory nodded, not once stopping up his blowjob. “Hold your arm out,” Felix ordered, “Let my brother give you a big point. When he says to, take your mouth off my cock. I don’t want you biting me when you cough.” Karl expertly tied the boys arm and found a vein—it wasn’t hard, as the little muscle boy was a lean sexpot with gorgeous, bulging, visible veins through the milky-white skin on his arms and legs—registered then said “Mouth off cock, boy.” Rory turned to watch, his eyes wide at the size of the slam they were giving him. Then the world compressed and he had a major coughing fit. Within seconds the brothers had given themselves a slam and had the boy doggy style. Felix started fucking and Karl took his mouth. Both men were loving life—and so was the boy. Rory was pushing back, and in between displaying his expert cock sucking abilities, he would holler “Fuck me harder, Felix, give me that German sperm.” Karl grinned and glsnced to the right and saw that the Americans were just now passing their alcove in the main aisle. The twins and the muscle twink enjoyed about an hour of fucking—each man gave the boy two loads—when Rory started begging for their fists. They put Rory in a sling and showed him how to use their poppers dispenser. And that’s when Rory first noticed that the ceiling of the temple was enchanted. Rather than a ceiling or roof it looked like a gorgeous blue sky with wispy clouds. He tried to talk, but he found he only think about getting those big muscle arms up his boypussy. Felix handed Rory a bottle of the blue drug, but told him to wait before taking it. Felix went first—his hands were just ever-so-slightly smaller than his brothers. Within seconds of fingering the boy, he could tell the little whore was a very experienced fist pig, so he ordered the boy to drink up. As he did, Felix began to go in, the boy roared with pleasure as all his veins began to glow blue, and his little hole opened like flower at dawn and Felix was in. Felix paused, his face a mask of pure pleasure. “You got a great hole,” he breathed. Rory was panting—amazed at how quickly the big hand had gone in. “Fuck,” he said “that’s a big paw.” Felix leaned in, and he and his brother made out with Rory while he slowly began to stretch the gorgeous redheads pink asshole. Rory’s veins—so visible in his milky white skin—continued to glow. Rory thought he could hear whispers, “Open your hole for me, worship my darkness, give yourselves to these, my servants, let them destroy you— and my brother-god Dionysus will raise you up into pleasure so sweet.” And so Rory, a boy already familiar with and proud of his wantoness, felt every bit of the shame he didn’t even know he still carried wash away and he opened his legs wide. “Use my hole, muscle gods, servants of dark and light, destroy me.” And destroy that hole the three men did, together. Rory begging first one twin, then the other, to open his hole, begging for deeper and wider, until they could easily fist him elbow deep. These sexual shenanigans went on for several hours. Rory never tired, although the men did give him vial after vial of the blue liquid. The began alternating fists and toys, punching him, driving the toys deep, as the boys hunger increased ten fold. Finally, by the time Rory was practically blue—ever capillary and vein glowing blue—a dark bell rang out six times. “The Dark Lord demands pain,” they chanted together, “Come little one, and let us torture you.” The inserted a big heavy stone dildo in the boy—Rory felt the weight of it stretching his insides in ways he never been stretched—it made his boypussy ache. They affixed him to the wall facing outwards first, trying his legs and around the waist so the big stone cock couldn’t come out. When he bagged them to give him something smaller, they laughed and punched his guts causing them to cramp around the giant hard stone. But they slammed him again, and the stretching started to feel good again. The weighted is balls until he was begging them to stop, then put more weights on until he screamed. They put a leather hood over his head to protect his face, and used a long slim whip to mark his gorgeous body from feet to shoulders. Karl them spent about half an hour, whipping the boys cock until its was covered in welts. They let him hang there on the wall his head slack, sobbing loudly inside the hood. But when they pulled the hood off and kissed him and told him to ask for more pain. Rory squared his shoulders and with his head high said “More pain, sir, please, punish me more.” Felix and Karl removed the rope around his stomach and the other around his middle. “Hunch you ass out and push out that toy,” Felix ordered. Rory—high and on the endorphin rush from the whipping—was too confused to comply. So each twin scrunched him forward so his ass was paralell to the floor. Rory pushed and the enormous dildo came clattering out on to the floor. Rory’s hole was trashed, so they left him there and started double fisting him for a while as Rory squealed in piggy delight. Finally Karl knelt and embedded his arm elbow deep in the boy. Felix removed the bonds first from his feet and then from his arms. Karl expertly arose—the muscles on his ass and huge thighs bulging—folding Rory forward. “Put your arms around my neck, boy,” he ordered as his spun Rory around still elbow deep in the little pig his back and Rory’s front now facing the wall. Rory squealed and did his best to ride the big arm up and down. Karl came up in front and Felix felt the heat of his sweaty twin’s body. Karl leaned forward, pushing himself together with his twin using his free hand to stroke their huge slick cocks together. “Let’s give this pussy a stretch it will never forget brother,”Karl said with an evil grin. “Boy, look here,” Felix commanded, Rory opened his eyes and looked, all the while rocking on the big elbow. “Wanna get stretched, pig pussy?” Karl asked. Rory smiled, deep in the Dark Lord’s grasp, and replied, “Please sir, more sir, more.” Felix took a point filled with a small amount of Tina and filled the vial with half blood from his arm, then half from his brothers free arm. Karl knelt slightly to give Felix access, and Felix deftly grabbed Rory’s head, turned it to the side in an iron grip, found a vein and slammed the boy into outer space. Karl stood back up, and balanced himself agains the wall. Inside of Rory he balled up a square fist just as Felix fist began its journey up the hot, velvet colon. Rory was flying hard, and just moaned as Felix ever so slightly began to pull his entire arm back, stretching the boys colon wide. Suddenly Rory was alert, and his head shot up and he shouted, “Oh fuck, daddy, oh fuck.” Felix grinned and handed the boy some poppers. “You are going to need these,” he said, “Because we are just getting started.” Ever so slowly they pulled and stretched Rory’s hole apart. Rory moaned, shouted and even screamed once, but he never asked them to stop, and kept huffing on the poppers. They worked slowly but derminedly, changing positions and stretching the pink boy pussy. When they got to the point were there was probably 1/2 inch of free space between their arms, Rory started screaming as he experienced wave after wave of anal orgasms, his little cock dribbling come and piss in a constant stream. When he settled down, Felix removed his fist and Rory held out his arms and Felix affixed his arms to the wall. Karl knelt so Felix could bind him to the wall. Karl took his elbow out, relectutantly—the kids pussy was heaven—and they slid a huge long, slinky-like plug with a big ball at the end to hold it in. And the beating began. It was clear that Rory loved to take a flogging, and they did his back and ass first, and Rory roared and wiggled and edge them on. They then strapped him with a wide prison strap and the tawse, the leather snapping against the boys muscle ass loudly. Rory grunted and cried out, but he kept his ass out and ready for more. They kept going, faster and faster, until Rory lost control and started shaking and crying out. He convulsed on a particular hard hit, and the huge dildo dropped out, his asslips wide like a cunt. At that exact moment, the Great Gong sounded. Karl and Felix put down their straps and pulled the frame the boy was attached to from the wall. As they did so, ancient silver chains dropped down all around the boy, making Rory look like he was trapped in a spider’s web. They pushed the rolling frame out into the hall. Rory, coming down from his rush, looked up and saw two rows of attendents—small twinks in white linen tunics with gold crowns on their heads each standing next to a naked muscle man, back cross crossed with the scraps of whip marks, their cocks caged, and their faces masked in leather hoods with only their eyes visible. These attendents picked up the long thick cords preparing to roll him and the frame down the hall. Behind him he heard one of the twins shout, “The Dark Lord demands pain.” On the word pain the bullwhip struck Rory’s back with a sear and he screamed. They rolled slowly down the hall and another bell rang. The entourage stopped, and the twin on the other side of him shouted, “Offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.” On the word sacrifice the bullwhip lashed his back and Rory screamed. The procession went slowly like this, stopping and saying ritual words, each stop equally a searing whip on one side of Rory’s back. By the time they got to the center of the huge hall—Rory would only realize later that the hall he had come down was one of 6 that converged in a round throne space for the Great Stag—Rory’s head was hanging and he was holding on by a thread. His back was covered in vicious welts and there was a bit of blood dripping. The attendants stopped, bowed low the Grrat stag and then turned and detached the big ropes. The twins—their bodies dripping with sweat from the effort of wielding the whips, handed them to attendents, who took them reverently. They stood in front of Rory and tenderly kissed him. “You look like a fresh cut side of premium beef,” Felix grinned, “But you did good.” Karl held a huge vial of the blue liquid, and made Rory slowly drink it. It immediately healed his sore throat and made him glow, but his flesh remained marked and bleeding. Felix held Rory’s head upright and snapped a thick, immobilizing silver collar around the boys neck. The twins then slowly turned Rory, shouting “Brothers, behold the sacrifice of pain, behold the offering!” Rory was more awake now—the blue liquid had alleviated some of his pain—and he saw the huge temple was full of thousands of men of all shapes and sizes. He saw hundreds of men with animal tattoos like Conrad and Dimitri, and thousands more from tiny Asian twinks to massive African muscle gods, all dressed in white togas and gold laurel crowns, their bodies dripping with sweat, the big men’s cocks covered in ass juice, the bottoms, their garments half torn off, with piss, cum and sweat dripping down their legs, shoulders and backs and asses vivid red with the signs of a beating. Each of the top men had some instrument of torture in his hand, often a whip, or a strap, and the bottoms were now smiling but most of their faces were wet from tears. This was clearly a massive BDSM orgy, and the smell of Tina smoke, opium, marijuana, poppers, and mansex was everywhere. Suddenly fully within himself, Rory grinned and shouted, “Fucking hot party, fuck me daddy, hurt me daddy, use me, fist me hard.” The entire assembly pealed with laughter before growing silent. The twins turned Rory around and he got his first look at the Great Stag. He was standing in the center of small v of three chairs. Dimitri and Conrad were on each side of him, their fists and cocks buried in gorgeous Scandinavian twins, with other twinks and tall lean Latin boys around them. Their faces were a mask of ecstacy, but their eyes were unblinking and open, their eyes milky with a blue glow. Karl whisphered, “They are in a sacred trance.” The he and his brother stepped forward and bowed before the Great Stag. “We offer this sacrifice of pain for you to anoint with the Horn of Plenty, my lord,” the twins said in loud, ceremonial unison, “We pray he is acceptable.” The Great Stag smiled, and Rory got his first real look at him. He was an extremely tall, thin but muscular pitch-black African, with the face and hauteur of an ancient prince. The thing between his legs was so big it was fucking scary. Wider than any dildo Rory had ever seen, it was long and thick and curved upward. So big, it required attendents to hold it up. At the end of the thing was a giant hot muscle man, suckling and drinking in ecstacy from the constant stream of blue fluid, piss, and precum the monstrosity produced. The Great Stag looked Rory directly in the eye, his tiger brown eyes alight in Rory’s blues, he nodded and Rory heard a voice in his head. “You’re scared, you should be.” Rory blinked in Surprise, “Yes, little slave, I, the Great Stag, master of the order, am speaking in your pretty head,” the man said. His voice was lightly accented, exotic, ancient and beguiling. Rory had no idea what animal was hiding behind the Great Stag tattoo, but he was pretty sure it was some sexy fucking snake. The Stag smiled and whispered in his mind, “Good guess piggy, I am Lord Cobra as well as the Great Stag. “ Rory grinned, “When I fuck you I will first destroy you, you will be obliterated. Don’t fight it, let yourself go, give yourself over the to the pain and the pleasure. But when I come, you will be made whole. New and changed, with miraculous sexual abilities that will make you more desirable than you already are, you hot little muscle pussy.” The Great Stag opened his mouth and great roar came out, “Do you want my great cock to destroy you boy?” Rory grinned loud and said, “Fuck yes, Lord Stag, take my boypussy and destroy me.”

This is so hot ….. I wonder if Prof. Post is maybe a friend of Rick’s? ….. might be a guest at one of Rick’s parties? where ever you take us …. Enjoying the trip very much…,

I’m on aperture. Hard to get approved, process is maddening, injection site is sore for days (it’s a 3cc injection with a big needle). but the primary reason I’m thinking about switching back to Descovy is the same reason I switched to injectable prep: I am a bug chaser. Increasingly open about it on apps, etc. with injections, I can’t let my current AIDS daddy cease my prep, flush it, make me fertile for his seed, etc. when I was on Descovy, I could skip, miss and cease. Before trips to sex clubs, etc., I’d lay off weeks in advance. I’d skip doses starting midweek if I knew I planned to go to a bb party—or even an active park on sniffles

Sounds like a really good time.

it's a win win because the load in mouth is proof of a job well done but also, it's subservience to the superior male 101 swallowing his load like a dumb bitch w no self respect. 😈

Looking for guys in the area that want to unload. love to be on-call for guys. hmu

Oh Hell yes ! Cruising or Showing Off Slightly in Public Restrooms or Bars - seeing those Staring - if they or one staring - Squeezing Your DICK - Shake It with a Smile - mentioned it Always FEELS GOOD Doing it - regular Cock Hound Here !