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Me too, mmm, gape my hole 🕳

I'd pay for that🤑

…. Unless he is in the process of demonstrating ball gags…. In which case he will be with you shortly

He's trying desperately to keep the load(s) in

Obviously a friendly customer service representative there to assist you with inquiries pertaining to any of the merchandise on offer. His name is Randy, but usually goes by boy. Works Tuesday - Saturday reserving Sunday for the Lord of course. He can answer any question and is the shops personal delivery and set-up man for larger pieces such as slings and benches. He's also rather knowledgeable with poppers and makes his own which are available if asked for. It's the bottle that's labeled Randy love potion #9. His handle on recon is popperbaterslave which is self explanatory. He likes to take orders on zoom calls to fuck himself with various objects while frying his brains out on poppers. Sometimes can be found in the backrooms if there's time after choir practice. Randy is a good boy, very helpful, and an important part of the community. We all appreciate him and what he does, he really is a blessing to all he encounters.

I need some of that... 🥵🥵🥵

Nice and hairy 💪

FUCK! The contrast of the cum on his black body is hot. Love the drip from his dick head.

That’s absolute perfection.

I'm with you. Shouldn't have, yet I did. All of 15 years old, as I was dating a 40 year old state senator was perfect for me even though nobody knew what I was up to. I modeled sexy underpants for him in earthy and rich colors. He taught me how to kiss; he paid for good dinners, cocktails and hotel rooms. I showed him my youth in full bloom, without shame. I was as beautiful as I would ever be and he helped me feel that youthful beauty then and forever. I wouldn't change those days for anything! Getting my young dick sucked while learning how to actually suck dick was the best homo education any boy could ask for! Being gently fucked and learning how to use my own dick to fuck another man was mind blowing; a flawless education. He showed me how to check into a hotel with my "uncle". That was unreal and eye-opening. Losing my virginity then was magical! Believe me when I say my teenage hormones and my sexual awakening clashed together *perfectly*!!! "Uncle John" was a sexual teacher par excellence, I'll never forget him; I became, through him, a man. I banged him, he banged me, and we were both better men for having met. I had my first cocktail with him (Cape Codder) and this wonderful man pimped me out to my dream trick, too. My man got paid something like $20 to watch me get my tight, young, little ass eaten, then fucked by Daniel, the top concierge at the hotel -and in the whole Back Bay- who showed me for the second time, what poppers were. If video recording was a popular thing then (in the early '80's) I'd have been a well known whore-boy! I relished that brief time. Daniel, the concierge, commiserated with John, the Senator, about how I could be used in the future. These guys were trying to whore me out, in front of my face, and though I got what they were trying to do, ultimately I didn't care. My cock and my holes were only mine. Goddammit, I wanted to be *that* ho, but I'd be damned if I was gonna be that ho, that queen, that dead mf**ker some other bastard was going to my future determine! I used myself, and allowed myself to be used by others in those days. I don't regret any of those times. By all rights I should be dead, but I'm not. That's another story, though. I fucking LOVED being a teenaged whore. John, the closet case politician dimmed his political life and continued to be closeted. He was a hawt fucker then, but I don't know where he is now. Daniel looked out for me after those heady days; we fucked for years thenafter; he kept me laid by undercover business guys until I was about 35. We see each other once in awhile still. We're friends forever. Our dicks still get hard about those days when out of town business guys going to Chap's (the queer bar around the corner) stayed at his hotel and I got a lucky phone call to service them (sometimes with Daniel). All of that was decades ago, but my dick gets hard even today thinking about those times when I was the boy who cabbed it to the Suisse Chalet; the sleazy by-the-hour hotel downtown; or The Exeter, or any of the other seedy ho palaces that existed back then. .. They all remain fondly in my deep and dirty memories.

RIP Scott O'Hara (1961 - 1998) Fuckin sexy stud...