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Can't stop thinking about you...

Thanks for the rep, kywolf

Into daddies a lot, would love to share a bigdicked AIDSfucker with you, knocking us both up...

Would be great to feel that hot stache of yours tickling my freshly-fucked boyhole when you eat his POZ load out of me...

Hey POZ4Chasers

Thanks for the reps, Daddy...wish you were here with me now to squirt your HVL cum deep into this little bugchaser's hairless boycunt...

I so need to feel your hot bugjuice inside my negative boyhole...

Hey SIR

Thank you for the reps, glad you like what this naughty little boy has on his depraved mind...

By the way, I really love when a dominant Daddy makes me call him SIR...

Especially when I'm handcuffed, blindfolded and leashed...

I've got the best older brother in the world! Not only does he pack the biggest cock I've ever seen, he also has the matching balls to go with it...

Big and heavy and always full of thick, creamy cum. When I feel his huge low-hangers pulling up, slapping my smooth butt on every stroke of his fat cock, I know I'm in for another one of his epic loads...

Hey Vers

Just wanted to say thanks for your reps...

Never thought that being a boy with a...uh...seedy reputation  would be so much fun

But I don't care what people think anyway because I'm sure that whenever I get tired of that new reputation, all my BZ buddies will readily whitewash me...

I wasn't too keen on driving my mom to her weekly appointment at Raoul's Beauty Parlor. I'd just gotten my license last week and didn't feel comfortable driving another person's car. Usually, this would have been my big brother's task. But he had broken his right leg during yesterday's soccer practice and so I had to cover for him. 

"Okay, have fun, mom! I'll be waiting for you in the car", I said and turned to leave the parlor. I've always felt awkward in places like these. I was deeply inside the closet and being around people openly flaunting their sexuality was gnawing at my nerves. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

That's  when Raoul, the owner of the salon, blocked my way. "What a handsome young gentleman. Is that your younger son, Linda?" he asked my mother. "Beautiful complexion for a boy his age, too. But I think he could do with one of my famous facials. What do you think, boy? Want Raoul to give you a facial?" He must have felt my apprehension. "Don't worry, boy. It's for free. Just let Raoul work his magic on you. All you have to do is follow me", the effeminate guy purred. 

"N-no...I...I really...I have to go now!" I stood there petrified. Was I the only one who knew what this sleazy faggot was talking about?!?

"Oh, come on, honey", my mom teased me, "I promise it won't hurt."

"But Moooom", I whined, "this is girls' stuff. Boys don't get facials!"

"Don't be such a sissy", she urged me, "Your older brother gets one every time he drives me here!"

Teamed up against me as they were, I didn't stand a chance.

Raoul led the way and when I followed him into the adjoining room, staring at his wiggling behind, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I'd never done anything with another boy before and being alone with the flamboyant beautician freaked me out to say the least.

When I locked the door behind me and turned around to face him, Raoul had already unzipped his pants and hauled out his fat, beautiful latino cock. My mouth started watering. Maybe this facial wasn't going to be bad at all...

My mom was right, by the way. It didn't hurt at all. Actually, I liked it very much...

I think, from now on I'll drive my mom there every week. If my big bro is willing to share, that is...

Sometimes, when looking at the intricacies of this whole dating game, I feel like the sense of it totally escapes me.

Why all this fuss?

You spend hours chosing the right clothes. And to what end?

Only to incite your counterpart to rip them off your body as quickly as he can...

I've never been overly interested in sports. What could be more boring than watching marathoners running in circles for hours on end, I thought.

But that was until...

...I spontaneously acquired a liking for the outdoors...

...and all the sweat-inducing activities that take place there.

If that's what a long-distance run looks like...

...I'd go to considerable length to take part in one...

My big bro always needs a cold shower after frolicking around with me...

Always a curious kid, I peeked into the bathroom and thought: if that's what his dick looks like under a cold shower, I'd love to take a hot one together with him...

I awoke to total darkness, lying on the hard ground, naked and freezing, unable to move my hands and feet. It took me a while to realize that someone must have tied my wrists and ankles. The room smelled of piss and sweat and sex. It seemed like there was semen everywhere.  

There were voices - deep, manly voices - and salacious laughter. Then I felt hands all over my body, big calloused hands running up my thighs and rudely squeezing my buttcheeks, fondling my teendick and even prodding my virgin boyhole. I didn't dare to speak, but when first one and then two fingers were forced up my tight rectum, I couldn't help but whimper, causing the men surrounding me to laugh even louder.  

And when finally somebody removed the black hood that had blocked my view, I looked up and just knew I was in big trouble...

Gay guys are all the same. We're all travelling down the same road.

But some of us - the especially lucky ones, IMHO - may have taken a shortcut on the way...

I had been attracted to Uncle Chad all my life. But being alone with him always felt so awkward. Don't get me wrong, he's really fun to be around. The problem was, I just couldn't stop myself from looking at his impressive bulge.

I was totally taken aback when one day - he had just caught me staring at his crotch again - he pulled down his shorts, presenting his massive, rock-hard mancock to my wide-eyed gaze.

"So tell me, kiddo - have you ever had an AIDScock shoved up your cute little boypussy?"

Too shy to speak, I just shook my head 'no', my cheeks flushed with embarassment.

"What a shame, boy. I'm sure, you'd like it a lot. What do you think, would you like to give it a try?"

Too embarassed to answer this surreal question, I couldn't utter a single word. But I'm sure my body language said it all...

Hey Fist

Just in case you wondered what your naughty posts make me feel...

To remove any remaining doubts...

Everybody can do a good deed, guys.

Like feeding the hungry.

And sometimes doing good will even pay off...

Nothing makes a kid look cuter than a fat cock stretching his boymouth...

In a world of broken homes and dysfunctional childhoods, there can be no more heartening sight than a boy trying to please his dad...

A father's most important task? That's simple: helping his son to find his place in life...

Every boy should have a father in his life. Someone to look up to...

Shut the fuck up, bitch! Hasn't your momma taught you not to speak with your mouth full?!?

That's it, bitch. Show Daddy just how much you want his fat POZcock...

In a world ravaged by war and civil strife, the importance of cultural diplomacy can't be estimated highly enough.

It includes the exchange of ideas, information, art and other aspects of culture among nations and their peoples in order to foster mutual understanding - and making your contribution is as easy as ABC...

And just in case you wondered: yes, ABC stands for Awesome Black Cock

When my youngest son told me he wanted to volunteer at a refugee camp, I encouraged him as best I could. I thought that working there might help expanding his horizons.

As things turned out, the only thing that didn't get expanded was his horizon...