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No rest for the wicked

New Year’s Eve Is Cumming And I Have Cum Filled Weekend Planned!!! I Feel Like A Kid Waiting On Santa Claus! I Can’t Wait For All The Cum I Can Ever Want!

awesome fuck from a hung young lad last night

All it takes is some t and every god boy turns into a slutty pig

Birthday gift to me and lifelong gift to him

It is that time of year once again where Santa flies across the Cities, Towns, and Villages of the world, dropping off presents to all those who have been very well behaved this year. However, please let it be known that Santa also makes time for those that wish to misbehave, as during his heavy workload tonight he will take a few tea breaks here and there to drop a load with his favourite past time; 🎄 COTTAGING! 🎅 Aaaahh, I remember those times very well, cottaging in central London. My favourite one closed many years ago, and is a restaurant now. I have on several occasions whilst on the top of a double decker bus looked down and into this restaurant and thought to myself as I homed in on the diners; Do you realise where you are sitting right now there has been some no holes barred man on man action. What wonderful memories.

Not been on for a while so just wanted to wish my BZ friends old and new a Happy Christmas and hopefully a Pozitve New Year! Hope you all get what you wish for this Christmas and in the next 12 months. xx

Would this gear look hot on me

The Slut (Part 2 - in progress) Mitch was sitting in the living room, waiting for one of his Dad’s mates from work. He was told, today would be the day to make a new cock ejaculate into his young body. Just the thought of it made him sick. His step-dad expected him to give the guy a great time, like any other good whore would do. He twitched, every time he heard steps at the front door. The red transparent cropped shirt was giving a hint of the two small nipples. His pale ass cheeks were clearly visible, since he wore only small red jocks. On the waistband was the word ‘Slut’ printed over and over again. Suddenly there was the shrilling noise of the doorbell. Mitch almost fell off the couch and started to hyperventilate. He remembered the advices his dad had given him this morning. ‘Stay focused on the cock’ ‘Get into contact with the cock’ ‘Milk the cock’ He got up slowly and walked towards the door, pinching his nipples slightly to get them erected. His heart was beating like a drum. He looked through the spyhole and saw Uncle Brian preparing to ring the bell again, while adjusting his junk in his pants with his other hand. The sharp sound of the bell echoed in Mitch’s head, while he took a last deep breath before opening the door. He didn’t dare to look at Brian’s eyes and heard his deep voice saying ‘Oh – that’s nice…’ “Hello Uncle Brian… please come in?” he invited the man in, who wasn’t related to him by blood, but has been there for him, almost his entire life. Brian stepped inside and turned around to get a better look at Mitch’s backside. The boy slowly closed the door. “Don’t call me Uncle anymore… it doesn’t seem to be appropriate…” he told Mitch. Mitch simply nodded, without raising his glance. He looked instead at the prominent bulge before him and tried to find out, whether his uncle wore his cock to the left or to the right side. He licked his upper lip subconsciously, as he often did, being concentrated at one thing. “My oh my… you really look the part, like a cheap boy whore… very good. Your dad wasn’t lying about that…” Brian mumbled and scanned Mitch’s slim body. Mitch stepped slowly forward and touched Brian’s bump sensitively. He started rubbing the cock through the guys pants, paying attention to the hidden glans. “Losing no time, eh? Good whore…” Brian enjoyed the boy’s slutty behavior. The lad felt the hot, pulsating piece of meat hardening under his touch. Both stood there, not saying a word. Mitch hoped he would wake up and find this was only a bad dream, or that Brian would get a bad conscience and withdraw from his plans. “Oh yeah… get me hard, faggot….” Brian moaned. Every word, was like a slap into the young guys face. “Do you want to come into my room? You can… fuck me there?” Mitch asked sadly. “Sure… go ahead. Lead me into your love cave” Brian answered with a mocking voice. Slowly the boy moved to the stairs. “Pull your ass cheeks apart… I want to see your cunt…” Brian growled in his deep voice. Mitch took a deep breath and reached behind, to pry his ass cheeks apart. Slowly he moved upstairs, when he heard a clinging sound behind him. He turned his head around and saw Brian opening up his belt and pants already, while staring at Mitch’s asshole, following the teenager. “Fuck… such a tight faggot hole... I will rip you apart…” the male behind him moaned. “I will shred you to pieces… Bitch!” he kept on threatening and insulting the poor kid.

From a story.... called "The Slut" although I am not sure which way it will lead.... here is a short part of it.... just started it “Did you cry again?” his dad asked him with a growling voice. Mitch never knew, if his stepdad was also sad about his mom’s sudden death. He never showed a sign of mourning and never talked to him about this loss. “No!” Mitch replied in a whiny voice and his eyes showed instantly a wet shimmer. “Sit down” Paul ordered and pointed to one of the chairs. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. Paul leaned against the counter. Dressed in his tight jeans and wifebeater, he crossed his arms before his chest, showing off his muscled body. “We need to talk about some rules from now on. Since your mom died, this house looks like a pigsty.” his Dad said and Mitch followed the movement of his Dad’s hands and saw what he meant. “From now on – you will be responsible for our well-being at home. This means – you will clean the house, cook the meals, do the dishes, wash our clothes and simply be there for me, in case I need anything...” Mitch looked confused. “But DAD… that’s not fair! I’m going to school - I can’t study and keep the whole house clean” Mitch complained. His stepfather moved into his direction and stooped down a bit, to look his step-son directly into his eyes. “Don’t call me Dad! From now on, you call me Sir! Is that understood?” Paul said calmly. “Without me working, you wouldn’t have a roof over your head… be grateful and stop whining about your responsibilities…” his stepdad snarled dangerously. Mitch gulped hard and nodded his head in response. “You will get up early in the morning. You will prepare my breakfast and make sure I get everything I need. Then you will go to school. After that you will return immediately! Then you will do all your chores and cook something nice for us to eat – you got to maintain my penetrating power after all. And after that, if you have the time, you do your homework and then you will check on me, in case there is anything I might still need… and then you can go to sleep… Now – that your mother is gone, you have to adapt to fill her space” Paul ended his monologue. “Yes Sir.” he looked down at the table. Paul raised up again and looked down at the pathetic boy, who never made it into his heart. “So - what are you waiting for… do the dishes…” Paul ordered him and went to the living room, to watch a football match on the tele. Mitch got up from the chair and went to the sink. He started cleaning the plates and the cutlery. It didn’t bother him to do the house chores, it just didn’t feel right, that he should change his whole life now… and that his Dad didn’t pull on the same rope. Cleaning the dishes was one thing, but he never thought about doing the laundry. After doing the dishes he checked on google how to actually use a washing machine. The next morning Mitch got up early and started to prepare breakfast. He heard his stepdad singing in the shower. It was the first time, since his mother passed away, that he was actually singing in the bathroom. A few minutes later his dad entered the kitchen and without Greetings, he walked up to his son and put both hands at his outlining of his bulge. “Do you know, what this means?” he asked in a stern voice showing his thick tube, covered by his jeans. Mitch was speechless, as he recognized how very well equipped his Stepdad was at the lower compartment. “It means, that I don’t have any fucking clean underwear left in my drawer!” he growled. Mitch looked up at his father’s eyes and then down again to the massive bulge. “I thought, I made myself clear, when I said you are responsible for everything your mother did… what part of it, didn’t you understand?” “I… I… I wanted to do the laundry today after school… I checked google how to use the washer… you can check it on my mobile Dad…” Mitch mumbled. He saw the mad expression in his father’s eyes. “I mean Sir…!” Mitch added quickly. “You better start collecting all my dirty underwear at once, or else….” Paul said while eating his breakfast casually. Mitch rushed upstairs and threw every underwear he could find into the laundry basket. After a couple of minutes, he entered the kitchen again, while his father was making a telephone call. “No… it is nothing serious, he just doesn’t feel so well today. I guess he is still traumatized… yes… yes… That’s really sweet of you…. No – only for this week. I think he might be settled next week then. Thank you so much…. highly appreciated. Thank you again Mr. Ramirez… Bye-bye for now” and with that he ended the connection to Mitch’s school principal. The boy looked puzzled. “You are excused for this week from school… now you have plenty of time to bring some order into this house” his father said and continued with his breakfast. Mitch couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at his dad with an open mouth. “Come here” Paul barked. Mitch moved closer to his stepfather, while Paul turned a bit around on his seat with his legs spread manly. “Down on your knees” his stepdad continued. The boy obeyed and had an exclusive look at his stepfather’s huge basket. “Last night I thought we two had an understanding….” Paul almost whispered. “There comes more responsibility with the title ‘Lady of the house’ than only doing the dishes. You will have to take care of all the things your mother did….” he continued. “ALL OF IT….” he emphasized it. Mitch understood, he made a mistake by not staying up all night and cleaning everything in the house and he felt sorry about it. “Do you get it…?” Paul asked agitated and a rain of his spittle met the boys face. A tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheek as he nodded again. “I don’t think you do, but that’s okay. Your mom always said, you are such a bright kid… I can only see empty holes in you…” Paul said it in a spiteful way. Those words hurt the lad so much. Mitch didn’t dare to get up and so he just sat, between the spread legs of his stepfather, with his head hanging down.