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Jackson—April, 2024 It was Saturday. The end of the month. I was horned. But I wanted to go somewhere different. I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking. I packed a lunch and took off. I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed. I lucked into of the last parking spots. I went inside. The price had gone up. Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprised I was at the number of cars. He told me that, lately, Saturdays there had been incredibly busy. I thanked him and went through the door into the darkened lounge… Men are everywhere. Right now they are all in my age range—plus or minus 10 years. There is a man openly jerking to trans porn. Two more are doing the same thing to old gay videos. One of the three gloryholes booths has the door closed. I walk around to the ramp behind the booths—and there is a man, his entire body pressed against the wall, obviously enjoying himself. I go piss in the bathroom, then walk down the narrow hall. There is a blow job happening in the next room. I walk down to the room with the medical table. A small orgy is in progress. A man in his early 50’s (who I have fucked here in the past) is fully naked and lying on the table. He is flanked by two men, one who he’s blowing and the other one he’s jerking. A third man is sucking the naked guy. Across the room, a man is seated in a chair. His cock is being sucked by a man on his knees and another man is in the seated guy’s mouth. I take out my dick. The naked guy sees me, when he comes up for air, and smiles. I think he remembers my dick. The naked guy asks the guy to stop sucking. The sucker won’t. He must be good. For as I move closer, the naked guy shoots in the sucker’s mouth. He asks me to fuck him anyways…but it’s a lost cause. I try to get into him, but he decides he’s done. He gets dressed and leaves. I turn my attention to the guys in and surrounding the chair. The guy getting head from the seated guy pulls out of his mouth. I take his place. The guy has a good mouth. I let him have his way with my cock. We change around. The guy on his knees gets up and feeds the chair guy. I suck chair guy. Then we rotate again…until we have each had the other two dicks. And just as fast we go our separate ways. I am now looking at a bearded man, a few years my elder. He has a skinny guy leaning on the now vacant medical table. The bearded guy has the most beatific look on his face as he sucks. I watch, stroking. The bearded guy pulls off him and motions for the guy to turn around. He’s hesitant, but he does. And the bearded guy begins to eat his ass. I have rarely seen such hunger in a public place. I actually stop watching and let them have a private moment… * I am standing on the slurp ramp and have my cock through the middle gloryhole. There are men on either side of me being serviced through the other two holes. I have a very hungry mouth on me, but he can’t seem to stop raking his teeth across my big, flared cock head. I look at the guy to my left. He grins and we switch holes. The new mouth is velvety and wonderful. I grab the top of the wall, my body flattened against it, and hang on as he swallows me down… * I cruise around. There is a shaved head guy I have played with before undressing at the medical table. He nods to me. We chat as he folds his clothes and places them under the bench. Soon, I am eating his ass. “Stick that big cock in me.” I keep eating as I finish lubing myself up. I stand and slide in. He takes me easily. I am guessing he uses a lot of big toys. I fuck hard. And suddenly I feel it. He is no longer clean. He’s left water deep inside and I have been churning it. He tells me I’m crazy—that he cleaned out. I tell him not to move as there is actually shit on the floor from when I pulled out. I clean up. I clean up the floor and send him home. I go out to eat my lunch—hoping this is just a hiccup in an otherwise good day… * I go back inside. The age range is now wider. Men in their 30’s and 40’s play with each other and occasionally with some of the older crowd. I am sitting in the straight sex nook. But the sex that is happening is very gay. The bearded sucker/rimmer is kneeling in front of me. His mouth is wonderful. And the beard is great on my balls. “Lick my balls with that talented tongue.” His eyes light up with my words of praise. And he does just what I ask. Treating each hairy orb individually to a loving tongue bath. He stops only long enough to look up at me, his eyes searching my face to see if he is pleasing me. “I love your tongue,” I murmur. He goes right back and digs under my balls with it. Finding my cock ring and starting to trace the metal with the tip of his tongue. “I saw you eat that guy’s ass.” He stops licking and looks at me. “You like to lick a man’s butt hole?” His face glazes over. Looking almost like he’s cumming. “You want to eat this top’s ass?” I don’t wait for an answer. I stand up, drop my pants to my knees and turn around. I reach back and pull his hairy face into my ass crack. He makes the sexiest sound in the back of his throat as his tongue finds my hole… * Shaved Head is back from a second round of clean out. I fuck him…but my mind is still seeing the scene before. I fuck him long enough to make him feel the trip home to the shower shot was worth it. I suck some dick myself. But not for long. The guy is soon on me. Bearded Man comes by, the moment my wet cock is free. We are now in the room next to the bathroom. He is on his knees and taking me deep. “You want to lick my ass, again?” I whisper. He nods. The pants drop. I turn and bend, holding onto the chair arms. He gets deeper into me, grunting out his pleasure. Damn, he’s good. I can’t stop jerking myself as he rims me. And I’m there. I turn and make it into his mouth just in time. He makes the most sensual noises as he swallows the outpouring from my cock. Spurt and spurt. Until my legs are unsteady and I grab his shoulders… The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: A Busy Bookstore May 15, 2024

He was 19. He was innocent. He was a virgin. He told me he wasn’t into risky play. He is a cute white twink. Raised in a conservative home where men like me were to be feared, never trusted, never touched, never worshipped. But deep down, he wanted it. You could see it in the way he talked. The way he needed a breeding top to take control. The hesitation that didn’t quite hide the hunger. We didn’t talk about condoms. He assumed one would appear. But when the moment came, I didn’t offer—and he didn’t ask. He lay back, legs open, body trembling with the kind of tension that comes from years of repression. I stroked myself slowly—thick, bare, ready—and pressed the head of my cock against his virgin hole. He stiffened. I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want it like this?” He nodded. That was it. Not a word about safe. Not a plea for protection. Just a silent, shaky nod—his whole body screaming for something his mind still didn’t know how to accept. So I pushed in. Bare. Hard. Deep. He gasped as my cock broke through—tight and untouched, and suddenly filled. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t push me away. Didn’t even blink when I pushed my raw dark cock deep in him, buried to the base. I pounded and bred him, like he was a whore. Because in that moment, he was. I moved slowly at first, watching his face shift—fear melting into shock, then surrender. His fingers pushing into the sheets, his thighs quivered, and his hole… God, his hole opened. Soft. Wet. Eager to be used. Like it had waited its whole life to serve a dark dick raw. And when I came inside him—deep, raw, no warning—he moaned like he’d just been unlocked. Later, I asked him if he knew what I meant when I said “are you sure you want it like this” and he thought I meant “are you sure about sex?” That he’d expected a condom. I told him the truth: His body gave me a better answer than words ever could. That was his first time. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t safe. It was rough and raw. And now, he doesn’t hesitate. He opens. He serves. He drips with cum. He knows. He was raised to say no. But his body has learned to say yes—especially to MEN of colour.

To the deep conversations we never have. I’m trying to get outside the house more— to meet new people, to make new connections, to expand my opportunities. And one of the ways I’ve been doing this is by participating in events organised by gay groups on Meetup. One of the most recent ones I went to was a picnic at Carlton Gardens during the Easter Saturday long weekend. I didn’t have much expectation when I got there. And I did have mixed feelings about it. It was good, in the sense that we were able to talk and mingle with a lot of different people. The event host encouraged us to get up every 30 minutes or so, to talk to someone new, to shift into different groups, and we just… started talking. But what I found— and I should have expected— was that every time you meet someone new, you have to reintroduce yourself. What’s your name? Have you been to events like this before? What nationality are you? How long have you lived in Australia? What are your interests? Your hobbies? The event went for four hours. And afterwards, on my way home, I counted how many people I’d talked to. Eighteen. That’s eighteen times I had to say who I am, what I do, what I like. Eighteen mini versions of myself, cut, pasted, passed around. And it was—honestly—exhausting. I do thrive on one-on-one connection, peeling back the layers of someone, getting to the core of their personality. And to speed through people like this, to graze across the surface over and over again, was definitely not something I’m used to. In the end, I didn’t feel like I’d connected with anyone on a level that made me want to exchange contact information. I’m sure the people I met are sophisticated and layered. But the amount of time we’re given— it’s just not enough to really see someone. Even the ones who might’ve been a potential match, I wouldn’t have known. Because we never got there. We never reached that level of intimacy. But I did walk away with something valuable. Towards the end of the get-together, a few of us were chatting about dating apps. Someone mentioned one I’d never heard of before— Hinge. So, like the curious gremlin that I am, I went home, checked out the app, created a profile. And honestly? I was surprised. It’s not like Grindr or Jack’d. Everything about Hinge feels intentional. They make you upload at least six photos of yourself—so no blank profiles. You’re required to fill out prompts, ones that actually encourage conversation. And the way each profile is set up— it’s like a photo album, sprinkled with little texts, little insights into a person’s world. It’s beautiful. It’s refreshing. It works. So far, I’ve had a few meaningful conversations with people I probably wouldn’t have reached otherwise. So would I go to another event like that picnic again? Probably not. But then again— it depends on how I’m feeling that day. Either way, it’s still a win because I found out about the Hinge app, another tool in my pocket, for this muddy, confusing, occasionally beautiful landscape we all call dating.

During the second wave of COVID I was having a bout of insomnia so I hopped on Grindr. Within a couple minutes I got a "Sup?" from an average looking guy that was within a mile. I replied back and he asked what I was doing up and I told him I couldn't sleep and he said same. Looking at his profile I noticed he had safe sex only listed as well as being a vers top. I was a little bummed because I wasn't really cleaned out for bottoming, and, when I do bottom, I want a guy's load in there. He asked if I was up for coming over to his place, and I asked him what he was looking to do. He said he was looking to top. He sent a picture of his cock and it was impressive, about 8 inches long and thick at the base. I told him I needed to prep and shower and he said that wasn't a problem. Half an hour later I put on a jock strap, a hoodie, and sweats and walked over to his place which took about 15-20 minutes. He buzzed me up to his place and I knocked on his door and he opened it up for me. We exchanged greetings and I followed him in to a tiny but modern studio. I kicked off my shoes and he poured me a glass of wine. We exchanged small talk for a bit but his personality rubbed me a bit the wrong way, so I nudged the conversation towards sex and I could see his cock harden in his sweats. We put our wine down and stood up and started kissing. I put my hand down the front of his sweats and grabbed on to his cock which was almost as thick as a soda can at the base. He put his hands down the back of my sweats and felt my underwear. "Oh, a jock strap?" he asked as he grabbed my ass cheeks. "Yep," I replied, "easy access." He pulled off my hoodie and turned me around and pushed me up to his dining table, pulling my sweats down as well. He bent me over slightly and knelt down and started rimming my hole. I was instantly in heaven. He did that for a minute and then stood up and went to his bedside table and got a condom and lube. I went over and got on the bed as he opened the condom wrapper and stretched it down over his huge cock. "You've got a great ass, I can't wait to fuck it," he said. "I haven't taken a cock that big in a while," I told him. "I'm gonna have to start by riding you." He nodded and laid down on the bed, pointing that big cock straight up. It looked quite intimidating. He got some lube and started lubing up his condom covered dick. I noticed he kept stretching the rubber down towards the base. I thought to myself that for a safe sex top he was being kinda careless with it, but didn't say anything. I got on top of him and positioned the head at my hole. I slowly started opening up, and managed to slide about halfway down before going back up again. After about a minute of riding I managed to get most of it inside me, but it was tough and I kind of rushed myself. I told him we could switch positions if he wanted. He suggested doggy style, so I pulled off him and got on my hands and knees. I looked back as he lined up his cock with my hole and noticed him stretching the condom back even more. I thought at this rate I might get a raw fuck so I definitely didn't say anything. He pushed back into me slowly and got balls deep as I moaned. He pulled back out until just the tip was in and pushed back in. His cock felt amazing, but it was really stretching me, even though I was slowly getting used to it. He thrust in and out of me about 10 times when I thought I felt the tension of the condom shift. I didn't hear anything so I wasn't one hundred percent sure it had broken, but I was fairly certain it had. His demeanor changed a bit and he got more aggressive with his thrusting. I reached back and grabbed his cock and could still feel the condom at the base, so I still wasn't sure if it was actually broken. After a few minutes he started flipping me over onto my back with his cock still in me so I couldn't get a look to see if the condom was still intact. He managed to get me all the way flipped without pulling out, and I started jerking my cock at the thought that I might be getting bred in a few minutes. I pulled him down to me so we could kiss as he resumed fucking my ass. I told him I was getting close and he said he was as well. I told him not to wait for me and he increased his pace, sliding that big dick over my prostate. After another minute he thrust deep and told me he was cumming. The thought that a stranger's sperm might be spewing into me sent me over the edge and I shot my own load over my stomach. He kissed me and started pulling out. "Oh shit," he said, looking down, "the condom broke." Inside I smiled. "Oh damn," I said, "you're neg right?" "Yeah" "Okay, well fuck, that's kinda hot," I told him. "You like getting bred?" He asked. "Yeah, I love the thought of a load getting pumped into me." I replied. I don't know for sure if he broke it on purpose, but I was glad he did. A couple weeks later he messaged me again on Grindr asking if I wanted to hook up again. I agreed and threw on just a pair of shorts with no underwear, a sleeveless hoodie, and a pair of shoes and headed over. He buzzed me up and when he opened the door, I kicked off my shoes, kissed him, and stripped completely naked and got on his bed. As he stripped off his clothes I noticed a condom next to the lube, but I was determined to not use it this time. He sucked me for a minute, then laid down next to me. I reached over to grab the lube and lubed myself and him up, jerking us both. He moaned in pleasure and had his eyes shut. I straddled him and placed the raw, lubed head of his cock at the entrance to my ass and started to let it penetrate me. "You should put the condom on me" he said, my sphincter sliding slowly further down his giant bare dick. "Why? You already fucked a load into me," I replied, bottoming out and raising back up again. I started kissing him. "Yeah, but that was risky," he said as I slid back down on his cock. "Oh, I thought you broke it on purpose," I told him, rising up again while clenching my ass on his cock. "No, it was an accident," he said as I sank back down again on his raw dick. "Oh, that's a bummer. It's still hot though," I told him. I raised up completely off his cock and got up off the bed and leaned over it with my ass jutting outward and started to jerk my cock. "You better put it on, my hands are covered in lube and I don't think I could open it. Or you could save time and just get behind me and shove that big dick in me bareback until you breed me again." He got off the bed and got behind me. He pushed his uncovered cock back in me, grabbed my shoulders and started fucking my raw ass. He railed me for about 5 minutes and then wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear. "You're right, I did break it on purpose," he whispered. I shot my load onto his floor a few moments later. 10 minutes later I was walking home and started to feel his load running down the inside of my thigh. Managed to get loaded two more times in the next couple weeks.

To the imprints that we leave behind. I am at work, and I look around me, and work is running smoothly today—even with Paul’s absence. And I can’t help but ask myself, with Paul’s departure, how has the transition of the factory into normalcy been? And I can’t help but answer it— nothing has really changed. I asked Jordan a similar question, and he echoed the same response to me, that everything is exactly the same as it was before Paul arrived and worked here. And I sit with this thought for a moment. And I realise— it frightens me. It makes me wonder how someone can just come, be present, and leave— and be forgotten so easily. And I suppose it touches a nerve in me, because that’s my biggest fear, isn’t it? To be forgotten. To be a blip in someone’s world. To not leave some sort of legacy behind. And I think to myself—why is this the case with Paul? Why, a week after he left, no one mentions his name, no one even felt that something was missing in the factory? Was it because he didn’t connect with people? Was it because he wasn’t loud enough to draw attention? He was always someone that kept to himself. That worked really hard. That smiled just enough to say the right things, to get by. But I guess—he never really touched our lives in the same way that family does, or our closest friends do. I’ve been telling people at work my dreams for the future, about becoming a personal trainer on a cruise ship, and that one day, I will leave Michelin behind me. And most reactions? Sadness. And it makes me feel happy. Because it means that I will be missed. That my presence will be felt long after I step foot out of the factory. And I hope— I really do— that my legacy is big enough to be felt for many years afterwards.

Hey dudes, It's Eric, your boy who loves takin' it raw. I just had the craziest week ever, broke my own record for loads in one week! My Dom, Master Dex, took the week off and took me to these dope spots in here in Florida - Slammers and Ramrod. First up was Slammers, where it was all about barebackin'. The place was packed, full of old dudes and tourists 'cause it's winter here, and everyone's down for some raw action and everyone assumes your on PrEP or on treatment. But then we met this dude, Miguel from Portugal, with this sick scorpion tat. Master saw it hip while he was fucking, so he talked to him and found out he's HIV+ and into gifting. Master told him my status and well let's just say poz talk with a Portuguese accent is damn hot. He fucked me three nights in a row at Slammers, and I loved every sec knowing I was full of his hot load and the look in his eyes while he was pumping my asshole. Then we hit up Ramrod, which was like, even more hardcore. It was sleazier, and wetter, but could only take some loads in the toilet. I did a lot of belly lifting and sucking off guys, it was definitely an older crowd. The big night was Saturday. Master Dex had Miguel and his bf over for dinner, and some poz sex 🙂 They're both in their fifties, both poz, but the bf's on meds. They told us about Lisbon and the clubs and backrooms there and a bit of their travels. And about Darklands!! (I so wanna go!) It was kinda hot when they were saying that Miguell was leaving a bit of his seed or strain to replicate here in the states. After, we went back to Ramrod, but this time, I was on a leash, puppy mask with a my knot butt plug keeping their cum inside me. It was like a party mix of cum in me churning while I walked and was so horned up thinking that Miguel's strain was working its way into my core. I was just wearing my cock cage, sneakers, and nipple clamps, and leash on my collar, while they were in full leather gear. Miguel's a big, hot daddy with some musky pits that drove me wild, and his bf had these smoky eyes and a juicy dick, plus a sweet furry ass that I rimmed in front of everyone at Ramrods. I didn't get fucked but I did have to suck off guys in the toilets and got pissed on. Miguel did take me into a stall toward the end of the night to pump in some more of his potent cum. Master and I slept pretty much all day Sunday and we even call that butt plug Miguel now after that super hot Portuegese gifter and Master thought it'd be a nice idea if we use that one for when I get a known toxic load in my bussy. We're definitely keeping in touch! . Stay kinky, stay raw, and remember if you're ever in the South Florida area hit me up!

Cleveland—April, 2022 (The night in the dungeon wing of the bathhouse continues from the previous entry.) There are now two asses, side by side, in the glory hole wall. I fuck each of them—not for as long as I would like, as the holes are low in the wall for my long legs. I do awkward knees bends as I rail each man. But from the groans on the other side of the partition, they love getting fucked by an anonymous big cock. I find my friend Bob hanging around the sling we didn’t use before. He hops into it, with very little encouragement. His hole is wetter now. I don’t ask if he has a load, but just enjoy it. A late 30-ish young man watches and strokes. I offer him a chance to fuck Bob. “I’d rather get fucked.” “You need to feel this cock,” Bob tells him as he willingly gets out of the sling. We both get the young man into the stirrups. I eat his fresh, unfucked hole. Bob leans down and sucks the guy’s cock. I get his ass as wet as I can make it, squeezing out extra lube on my dick as I do it. I stand and poke into his spit wet pucker. He groans, does a popper hit and I slide home. Bob bends to suck him again. It’s fun to see his handsome face filled with dick while I fuck. The young guy is moaning—and telling me how good it all feels. It can’t last. We make the kid blow a load that seems to go on forever. Bob swallows and swallows. With a gesture, he offers to snowball to it to the young man, but that is too kinky. Instead the kid lays there, eyes on us, as Bob shares it, in a deep kiss, with me… * I do a tour. I find Cowboy Boots on a regular wooden bench in the old play area. I slide into him. Easily. It’s a loud fuck as the joints of the bench squeak as I rock into him. His ass is super wet and makes a delicious squelching sound. It’s loud enough to draw a crowd of four or five. But no one wants to take over from me. As he gets up, Cowboy Boots asks “Do you have my number?” I nod. “Text me about IML—I have a question for you.” We leave it there as we both go off for our next man… * I go back to the new wing. On the padded bench that swings, the cute Blond is getting railed by his Daddy. I watch over to the side. They have both seen me arrive. The kid grins and Daddy nods at me. Daddy pulls out. I wait to be asked. Instead Blond Boy gets off the bench, and with a grin to his Daddy, grabs my hand. He pulls me to the platform behind the swing. It is a performance space for the porn stars later tonight. Nothing is on it but a long, flat padded bench. The kid tells me to lie down. I do. His Daddy, who is sitting on the swing, is watching us intently. Blond Boy crawls between my splayed legs. He begins to hungrily suck my cock. He’s good—I hadn’t had this hole before. He has been well trained. Or he’s a natural. He leaves my cock very wet. “Fuck me,” he murmurs. He squirms around so his ass is pointed to the back wall. I want Daddy to see more of the fuck. I tell him to turn 90 degrees. I spit on his hole and my cock slides all the way in with one stroke. Blond Boy is very wet now. I fuck him hard. Daddy strokes openly to me using his boy. Other men stop and watch, too. “Can I ride you?” the kid asks, breathlessly as I pump into him. I nod. I pull out and sit on the downstage edge of the bench. He stands in front of me and, with his feet still on the platform, sits on my cock. With ease now—my dick fits his hole perfectly. He bounces and strokes his dick for the men standing below. When his legs tire, he stands up and cleans my dick of his ass juice with a loud slurping sound. “I want to eat your butt.” I lie down. “Sit on my face for a bit—and then, whenever you want, ride my cock.” His eyes light up. “Yes, SIR.” He sits. We are profile to the audience—so they can see my raging dick and the boy squirming on my tongue as I eat him out. He is so open now—every tonguing goes really deep. His ass jizz is copious and oozes out and into my mouth. He pulls his ass off my face, scuttles down the length of me and then sits on my cock. He is facing away from me. I have a terrific view of my cock going into his perfectly round ass. I turn to look at Daddy. He sees me look and gives me a thumbs-up sign. “Ride him hard, boy.” The kid pumps onto me even harder. He stops and gets off me. He steps up onto the bench—and is astride my stomach. He slowly sits, grabbing my cock and guiding it into his ass. He rides me. I can’t see my dick in him anymore, but I can see his handsome face contort with the effort of the fuck. He is jerking his cock as he rides me. “I’m gonna shoot,” he announces to the room. And he does. It’s not a big load. But it totally wipes him out. He spasms and writhes as the few drops splatter my chest. I wonder how many loads he must have shot this weekend?—or even tonight? I deliberately mop up his cum droplets with my left hand and lick my fingers clean. His jizz is incredibly sweet. He leans down and gives me a peck. Fully recovered, he jumps off me and then the platform and, arm in arm with Daddy, he goes home to bed… * The pornsters are now performing on our bench. I don’t recognize any of them—and they seem really young. I find the elfin man on the steps behind the dark room. He is getting fucked by a very dark skinned man. I watch at a distance while he is railed—and then how he nicely cleans the dick that fucked him. I move in. “Want some more?” He just turns and I slide into the ass the man just left. He feels very warm. A load? I just fuck—and let him clean me off, too. We chat a little about his CLAW experience. I’m beginning to think I was stupid in not loading Blond Boy. It’s getting late. The porn guys take a break. I move back towards the platform. A familiar looking man, late 30’s and a furry dark blond chest is rocking his leather. His partner, very Italianate, tatted and slightly older is obviously looking for cock. I place the leather guy as a contestant in the Great Lakes leather scene. I move closer—and he goes down on me. A Black kid slides into the ass of the tattooed Italian. When my cocksucker comes up for air he tells me, his friend is a retired porn star. He tells me his porn name. I recognize it. (I don’t use it here as I didn’t have a chance to ask his permission.) I nod and force his head back down on my cock. “Get it good and wet, I want to be the next one up your friend’s ass.” I start taking charge in his mouth. I watch the Black kid fuck—or try to fuck—he’s having erection issues. He begins to rim Tatted Italian and that does the trick—he is hard in no time. Someone else is sucking on my cock sucker’s cock. We are a nice mass of five intertwined bodies on the corner of the stage. The Black kid finally pulls out. He doesn’t want to cum. My cocksucker shows my cock to his bud. Tatted Italian crawls over to suck me. He is hungry enough—but you know he wants it more in his ass. Without any prompt from me, he swivels around, taking the Leather Guy into his mouth and presenting his ass to me. I rim briefly—but am so ready to fuck. I slide in. I am greeted by a ripple of deep muscle ass. Yup, this is the butt I’ll breed. I begin pumping into him. The two friends pass poppers back and forth I am there. No, not quite. I fuck some more, pull out and taste his hole. Perfect. I push into him again and shoot rope after rope of cum into his hot ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All 2--Fucking to Shoot (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2022