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  1. bbbugfkr

    How it Started

    I woke the next morning feeling dehydrated and kinda tired. But still hard. Still fucking hard. I may be young but since I met Chris it never really goes down. I smelled like cum and sweat and liquor. Like fucking lust. I laid there on the sofa. Played with my 7" bone. it curved gently upward, the cut shaft smooth and hard. The glans flared gracefully and tapered to a nice round head. Precum glistened on the tip. I scooped it up and coated my lips with it. It had little taste but the texture was smooth, glassy. I knew from experience that it made the best lube. I found myself hoping Chris precummed a lot. My cock throbbed at the thought and more liquid oozed from my cockhead. I scooped it up and coated my ass lips with it then sucked my middle finger to get it wet. I slid that finger into my hole. Deep. Wiggled it around. Massaged my internal g-spot. Chris's voice rose in my mind "That's right boy. Cum. Spew that clean precious seed cause tomorrow, if you got the guts to come here, we're gonna give you what you want." Fuck. I had to stop. Just the thought and the finger in my hole pushed me to the brink of orgasm. A jet of cum landed on my hand. I savored the taste and swallowed. I wondered if Chris's friends would be there. If they would tie me to the bed like they did to the boy Chris said they were infecting last night. Would I get high with them first? I knew I'd do poppers. Love the little brown bottle. But nothing else for me. I want to do this eyes-wide open. I want my young tight hole filled with AIDS while I beg for it. I wanted to be looking into those gray eyes, my hands grabbing his ass pulling him in deeper. I let go of my cock watching a drop of precum slide down the head and slip onto the shaft. I wasn't gonna cum this morning. I wasn't going to take the chance I'd lose my horny edge. I hoisted myself off the sofa and headed to the shower. I cleaned myself and douched deep. I'd skipped supper last night I got nice and cleaned out. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom and I toweled off. My BF and I had put it up so we could watch ourselves fucking in the shower. We had some hot times watching ourselves. I looked my body over. The set of my eyes, my lips that turned up at the corner, my liquid brown eyes. My defined pecs covered with a dusting of light brown fur. The gentle V of the torso sloping down to my cock. My flat tummy. Legs shapely and strong. I thought about the body infected with HIV. I thought about it carrying Chris's seed. I imagined fucking my boyfriend in the coming weeks not knowing whether I was infected or not. My fantasies expanded. Married guys hit on me a lot. I had always refused them even though some were smoking hot. I refused them because I was faithful to my man. A good boy. But as I stood there looking at my body, looking at my throbbing cock, I vowed to fuck the married guys. Fuck them all. Use my innocent good looks and youth to put them off guard. To fuck them raw and fill them with AIDS babies. To make them pregnant with my virus just like Chris was going to make me pregnant with his. In my room, our room, I put on my favorite jockstrap and slipped on a pair of tight khakis and a fitted polo shirt. I grabbed a protein shake and slipped a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle into my briefcase. I was ready to go. I stopped in the door to the garage and looked back into the house. I thought about my BF, our life together, the beautiful sex we shared. "Bye baby," I whispered and closed the door. I backed out of the driveway and headed off to work. Not looking back. My cock twisted up and hard in my jock strap. It was time to give up my soul to lust and desire. Time to sacrifice love on the altar of unbridled fucking and disease. I was on my way to AIDS.
  2. Love going to the local porno store and sucking cock. Trying to get fucked. Went today and this really cute bear shows up. Wants to get fucked. He's really sweet and real. Will only fuck with rubbers. So we suck each other for awhile. He has an amazing, rock hard 7" cut bone that leaks tasty precum. I grab one of his rubbers. open it up and spin him around. what he doesn't see is that when I slide it on I pop a hole in the tip. I slide it in. He reaches back to make sure I am wearing the rubber. I fuck him with long slow strokes and he checks the rubber a couple more times. I tell him I'm gonna cum and unload deep in his hole while he's moaning like a whore. I dump every drop of seed into him and keep fucking for a bit to work it in deep. I pull out and whip the rubber off and toss it into a dark corner. We make small talk while I zip up and grab my jacket. Would love to have seen his face when he realized his ass was dripping jizz from a guy who takes it bareback from anyone.
  3. bbbugfkr

    How it Started

    I stepped into the kitchen from the garage, tossed my pants and shirt into the laundry room. Stripped off my t and briefs as well. I strode through the house naked. Feeling alive, confident. The air felt like thousands of tiny fingers caressing my flesh. I was so aroused. So full of lust. Need. A fire smoldered in my belly. I let it burn. Wanted it to burn. Prayed to whatever dark forces would come to my aid and stoke the fire. The craving for it. The need for Virus. I went into the bathroom and cranked up the shower. As the shower was heating up I grabbed my client list. It wasn't unusual to call the evening before to confirm an appointment. I had one appointment. Chris. I dialed him up. Standing there in the hallway of my house naked, boned and dripping. The phone rang. Once, twice. "Hey." The voice on the other end answered. I immediately, instinctively grabbed by cock. "Hi Chris, just calling to confirm our home visit tomorrow at 2... It's Matt from DHHS." I heard club music in the background. Voices. "Oh., yea, I'm ready for you." he answered. My cock throbbed at the phrase "ready for you." I wanted it to mean what I thought it meant. That he knew I craved him. Craved his seed. "I got a few questions." "Ok." I answered taking a long stroke on my cock, then placing my foot on the chair next to the phone table, running my hand down into my ass. "I'll be sure to give you whatever you need..." my fingers slipped into my hole "for answers. Whatever you need." My voice cracked. "Sounds like you got a party going there." I said hoarsely finger fucking my dry hole, my cock drooling onto the floor. My breathing was getting ragged and stroking rhythmic. I was closing in on orgasm listening to Chris's voice. Feeling like climbing through the phone into his body. "Yea, partying while I can. You know how it is....AIDS and all." He laughed a little. His voice lowered. "I'm guessing you got something going yourself there right now. Your breathing and the grunts are giving you away, dude." I flushed. Sputtered. Cum dribbled from my dick head. "It's OK dude. I seen how you looked at me. I know you want me..." I moaned loud. "Yea faggit, you want me." he sneered. "I got four friends here right know, all infected and we got a young stud like you tied down in the bedroom. We're gonna go fuck him. All of us. Give him our AIDS cum. Make him ours." I moaned so loud and cum starting streaming from my cock. "That's right boy. Cum. Spew that clean precious seed cause tomorrow, if you got the guts to come here, we're gonna give you what you want. Say it faggit." "I want your AIDS cum, Chris. I need it." I came hard, fast. Cum everywhere. The table. The floor. All over my hand. I could hardly breathe. The line went dead. I slumped to the floor. No more doubt. If I really wanted I could get virus I craved so badly. I rolled onto my stomach and started licking up my cum. I never showered. Just shut the water off, took a couple big slugs of Jack and fell asleep on the sofa sticky with cum and still hard. I dreamed I was drowning and ecstatic. I came again in the night.
  4. bbbugfkr

    How it Started

    I left the hospice the taste of the therapist's cum and my own cum still fresh in my mouth. I was already boning up again. I learned so much about HIV/AIDS and knew what it looked like to waste away, be wracked with infection, to die. I saw it. Even saw a guy only w few hours away from death. I saw it. I smelled it. Touched it. HIV was ... is deadly...but I was still hard. Still aroused beyond reason. All I could think about for the first 15 minutes of the drive home was an AIDS cock sliding deep into my body, feeling it bottom out in my guts, feeling the rocking rhythm of a top fucking me deep and raw, feeling that bliss as his cock rubbed across my prostate pushing me closer and closer to an internal orgasm. I wanted it. And now I knew what I was asking for. And I knew that if I did this it was the end of my relationship. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow but soon enough. Maybe not until I had infected my beautiful man. I shuddered at my own thoughts. It was decision time. Calm, dispassionate decision time. I would have the next 48 hours to myself. My boyfriend would be leaving shortly after I got home for a business meeting out of town. I wanted him. Craved him at that moment. I also hoped he'd taste the cum in my mouth. That he'd give himself to me before he left. One more innocent, healthy, uninfected fuck. I was almost home. I knew deep down inside what I would do tomorrow after taking care of business with Chris. I wasn't quite ready to admit it but I knew. I pulled into the drive to find my boyfriend loading up his car with a box of files and his bag for the trip. He was so hot. Board shorts, tight T. Beautiful ass. He smiled and I melted inside. It didn't matter that I'd just sucked off a stranger, that I'd cheated. I didn't care. I just wanted him. Wanted to lick his smooth sweet flesh from neck to balls, to suck his cock deeply, to slide my dripping bone deep into his high tight ass and fuck him. Hard, brutally. Full of lust and thoughts of giving him AIDS. I drove up into the garage and he followed me. "Hay babe!" he smiled and pulled me into a full body hug. "I'm so glad you got here before I left. I'll barely make it to the first meeting on time but I could'n't leave without telling you goodbye. Love you babe" He kissed me so deeply. My cock throbbed in my pants. Precum gushed out. I kissed him back, slipped my hands into his shorts. "No babe," he laughed pushing back,"no time for that. You'll just have to jack it later thinking about the fucking you gave me this morning. I'll see you late Friday." He kissed me again and we embraced. I smiled at him as he jumped into the car and drive away. I loved him. I really loved him. His body, his smile, everything about him. Smell, sense of humor, his intensity and his willingness to do almost anything at least once. I moaned as the garage down rolled down. I moaned and opened my pants. Stripped them off. Stripped off my shirt. Lay back on the hood of the car and went back to that morning fuck. His tight hole gripping my cock, his smooth slick walls. the ecstasy of bodies and tongues entwined as we came together. Me deep inside his body. Him all over his pecs and neck. I kissed up his cum. Fed it to him as my cock spasmed its last few drops into his body. "I love you" he'd whispered. Fuck. I had cum so hard it was all over the hood of the car. I licked it off my hand. Licked it off the hood of the car before I washed it down. Grabbed my pants and started inside. I stopped in the doorway and looked back thinking about our lovemaking, "Sorry, baby." I whispered, "I just can't say 'no' to it." I flipped off the light in the garage and closed the door.
  5. somebody cum to Maine and fill my neg married hole with aids cum. am near Portland. want it bad. will do anything

  6. bbbugfkr

    How it Started

    The rest of the day was a blur. My cock stayed hard. It was all I could do to focus on the few clients that came in. Every time I shifted my cock rubbed up against my briefs and sent a wave of pleasure through me. I slipped away half way through the afternoon and sat in the stall in the men’s room. I gave myself over to the fantasy again. I swear I could almost taste Chris’s cock. I shot a load into my hand, licked it up and went back to my desk. At home later that evening, I grabbed my bf as soon as he was through the door. “I want you here…now” I growled in his ear. The lights were out. I slipped my hand into the back of his pants and my tongue into his mouth. He dropped his bag and slipped his pants open. I spun him around, pushed him up against the wall and buried my cock into his tight ass in one long stroke. He yelled, “Stop, it’s too dry that hurts.” I just put my hand over his mouth, bit his shoulder and got my nut deep as I could get. All the while the words “I want to give you AIDS” kept going round and round in my mind. I stayed buried in him. His breathing became regular and he relaxed back into me as I nibbled his neck and ears. “Fuck baby that was so hot.” he panted and pointed at the wall in front of him. His load was dripping down the wall. I reached out and scooped some up. H licked it off my fingers and we kissed. ___ The weekend came and went so fast. I spent the days out doing errands with my bf and fucking him in every place we could find. The changing room at A&F, the restroom at the park where we jog together. I gave him a blow job driving around on Sunday afternoon. All the while I was thinking about Chris and his toxic cock. I imagined fucking AIDS cum into my bf. I imagined swallowing Chris’s load as my bf spewed down my throat. I fantasized about it so much I almost called my bf Chris as I loaded his hole on Sunday night as he was bent over the railing at a public scenic overlook. By the time Monday rolled around I was de-sensitized to the fear of Chris’s disease. I wasn’t quite to the point I wanted it but I was no longer freaking out. I was stone cold about it in a way. It felt irresistible. It felt like my destiny. I decided that if I was doing this I was going in with my eyes wide open. Tuesday I met with a doctor I had been introduced to a few months back. He was perfectly at ease talking about gay sex and men and HIV/AIDS. He was totally non-judgmental. He gave me all the gory details of HIV infection and AIDS. He showed me pictures of opportunistic infections eating guys up from the inside. Wednesday I met him at an AIDS Hospice and met some guys who were in various stages of dying. The doc joked and flirted with them. He was awesome. I met Henry, he was 30 and covered with KS lesions. Otherwise he was pretty hot looking guy. Still muscled and beautiful. There was Stan, 16, couldn’t breathe very well. He was battling PCP for the first time. It was touch and go for him. His dick was huge and perfectly shaped and as I shook his hand it started swelling. I wanted to grab it and jerk it. I spent some time talking to a therapist at the hospice. I told him what I could without letting him know Chris was a client. It was all kinda vague. The therapist let me in on a little secret. There were a lot of guys who craved a load of HIV up their ass. They confessed to him in detail about how they wanted the virus to invade their bodies, take them over. How they wanted to use their infected cocks to spread the disease to hot bois, straight married guys on the DL and random trade at parks, bars and tearooms. The therapist was like the doc, very cool about it. What’s more he admitted to having the same desire. We were alone in his office. Doc had left to finish his rounds at the hospital and the therapist and I were alone together. He was boned hard and a spot was forming in his pants where his precum was leaking. He shifted. He apologized. Said something about being unprofessional. “I don’t care,” I told him, “I looks like you got a great cock.” He laughed and pushed it down. “Can I ask you something?” I said. “Sure. You’re not my client so it’s OK to talk a little more freely. Ask what you want. If it’s over the line I’ll tell you,” he replied. “Did you ever do it? Get fucked by a guy with AIDS?” He looked at me deeply and took a breath. His cock pulse visibly in his pants and the stain got even bigger. “Yes.” he said, “Yes I did. Once.” “Fuck.” I whispered, my cock stretching against the zipper my jeans. “I mean did you know beforehand? Did you want it?” “Yes, I wanted it so bad.” “And was it …. I don’t know….good?” “It was the best fuck I ever had in my life. It almost cost me my license but it was so worth It.” he said launching into a short version. “His name was Ben. We have been talking in here for about two months. He was going downhill. Fast. I was attracted to his beautiful body since the day he walked into my office. His was a real life English schoolboy with thick black hair, deep brown eyes, a smooth hairless torso and a fat uncut dick. And he had AIDS.” He grabbed his cock. “One afternoon late, he was my last client and it just happened. I had been jerking off to fantasies and his cock in me for weeks. Somehow it just happened. Our eyes locked and I told him ‘I want you in me.’ He said he wanted me too. We fucked then and there. On that sofa you’re sitting on. I moaned like a cheap whore as he unleashed a huge load of cum in my ass. And I shot like I had never shot before.” He was rubbing his dick steadily now. I just reached over and grabbed his hand. “I’m not your client.” I said and dropped to my knees in front of him, fished out his cock and licked it base to tip. Looking up at him, his eyes were glazed over with lust. “Did it take?” I asked “Are you positive?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I covered his dripping dick with my mouth and it slid deep into my throat. I worked it up and down. Licked it all over. Pulled out his balls and suckled them then took his cock all the way to the root as he moaned and his cock started pulsing just directly into my throat. What a fucking whore I was being but I loved it. I had never cheated before but here I was on my knees eating load from a hot guy who just told me he had been fucked by a guy with AIDS and I loved it. I wanted it. I nursed him down from his orgasm gently sucking and nibbling the head of his cock. Licking up the last drops of cum that seeped from it. He finally sighed, “the answer to your question is no, it didn’t take.” He looked a little disappointed. He reached down and stroked my face. “That was a beautiful head job. But I have another client in 10 minutes.” I laughed a little and smiled. “Maybe we should do this again?” “Maybe…maybe” he said, “And about this guy you want who has AIDS, I won’t tell you to do it, just be ready. Once you take it without rubbers from a guy like that….or hell, any random guy…you’ll never use rubbers again.” He showed me out. I ducked into a restroom and jerked off still tasting his jizz in my mouth. I dropped my load into my hand and ate it. I headed home hornier than ever but with a level head and a clear choice in front of me.
  7. bbbugfkr

    How it Started

    So Chris and his bulge and his hot body had faded into the background. I hadn't forgotten the encounter. I had just been able to gain enough distance to be rational. My lust for him in the moment was just a fluke...just some chemistry and his looks. Sure I still boned up a little thinking of him but it wasn't like the first few days. The constant boner, the jacking off then fucking my bf, then jacking off again. It was almost three weeks later and I had returned to some semblance of normal. I just told myself that saying "I want his AIDS" was just a weird one-off moment of crazy lust. No HIV for this puppy. Just my bf and I happily ever after. Then on a Friday I checked my schedule for the following week like I always do. There it was. His name. On Thursday’s schedule. “Chris S. 2pm. Home visit.” An utterly strange sensation ran up my spine. I just stared at the appointment. I felt as if a veil dropped over my brain. Blood rushed to my head, to my cock, my balls drew up. “Chris S, 2pm, HOME VISIT.” Home visit. With him. Just him. In his apartment. With 2 hours set aside for paperwork and benefits review that would take maybe an hour. No return to the office after. Just him and those grey eyes and that bulge. I was barely breathing. His image rose up in my mind and my cock throbbed in my pants, pushed painfully against my tighty whities. Just him and his virus. Shit, I thought. “Fuck” I said. Then “fuccccckk” I moaned and dropped my head to the desk and my hand to my crotch. My bf was out of town that day too. He wouldn’t be back till midday Friday. I shook my head. “Get a grip.” I muttered. I closed my calendar and went out to the smoking area. I didn’t smoke but it was time to start. The only person there was Stennette, a supervisor. I bummed a butt from her. She told me I looked whiter than usual and laughed. Dubbed out her smoke and went inside. I stood there. In that little courtyard. Secluded, out of anyone’s view and smoked. Deep. I started to relax and sat on a bench. My hand went instinctively to my crotch. I was still boned. I rubbed it hard. Moaned quietly. I don’t know why, but I rubbed it again and allowed Chris’s image to rise in my mind. I was stroking it now. Picking up on the fantasy from that first day I met Chris. Imagining myself licking his chest lower and lower as I unbuttoned his shirt. My tongue rasping across the small lesions between his pecs. Tongue fucking his navel as I reached for his belt and slipped it open. “Yes, baby.” has was saying, “Yes baby. It wants you. You want it. Take it in your mouth baby.” In my mind I had opened his fly and shifted his ratty jeans down his hips. His cock tented his boxers. So hard. I could feel it through the material. Precum spotted the boxers. “Take it baby. It wants you.” His hand was one the back of my head. Gentle pressure. He wasn’t forcing. I grabbed his cock through the fly of his boxers. My mouth watered. I didn’t need to be forced. The image was too much. The lust over-road the fantasy andmy cock exploded in my pants. I just kept stroking and rubbing. Lying back on the bench as my cock pulsed and pulsed filling my pants with cum. A dark wet semen stain spreading across my crotch. Spurt after spurt of young sweet uninfected semen. I was moaning…loud. I didn’t care. I was lost in the fantasy. “fuuuucckkk…” I moaned “fucking want it. I want it so bad. I want that virus, the death-cock” as the last spurts of cum filled my pants. The orgasm was subsiding. I shuddered. I sighed and reached into my pants scooping up cum and bringing it to my mouth. Licking my fingers I muttered “Chris’s jizz.” I must have dozed a little. The screech of the inner door to the smoke break area brought me back with a start. In an instant I knew what I looked like. I sat up, grabbed an abandoned McDonald’s soda cup and as a couple of people pushed open the door I “accidentally spilled the old lukewarm, ash-filled soda onto my crotch. “Shit. What the fuck.” I said standing and heading for the door. The two smokers just laughed. I laughed back and headed to the Men’s. As I tried cleaning myself and letting the hand dryer get dry up the worst of the “spill.” I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t freaking out. Wasn’t really thinking of my bf. Only of Chris. Only of the orgasm that stained my pants. I looked long and hard at myself in the mirror. “You are so fucked.” I whispered. I went home that night and raped my bf as soon as he walked in the door. He loved it. So did I. All I could see was Chris’s cock as I spewed my load in my bf’s hole.
  8. I was young - 23, cute, 5'8", furry and preppy looking with brown hair, hazel eyes, a seven inch cut cock and a bubble butt. And I loved sex. My boyfriend and I had been together for three years and were monogamous. We fucked any and every where we could. We knew about HIV/AIDS. We both tested regularly even though we only fucked each other, bareback, of course. Walking around with my bf's load in my hole was amazing. He was a stud. 24, 5'11" 175" smooth and athletic. Hung and hooded. Blond and blue. I bone up thinking about him even after all these years. We were committed to each other. At least I wanted to be. I mean to be. Thought I would always be. I was working for DHHS when 'He' walked into my office on a July afternoon in Dallas. He was sweating after a 30 minute bus ride from the Cedar Springs neighborhood. Now, our catchment area included what was then the gay ghetto. Bars, gay businesses, restaurants and Chris was a new client. He was nice looking. Built like my bf. Dirty blond with grey eyes. A huge bulge in his tattered jeans. And he was obviously ill. Beginning to look wasted, kinda pale, the fire in his eyes fading. He came into my office to apply for assistance. He had AIDS. He couldn't work. I reached out to shake his hand and holy fuck I wanted him....bad. I don't know why. Maybe it was his lost puppy vibe or his grey eyes or that bulge in his pants. Or maybe it was the bug. Maybe it was that he had AIDS. My cock rose in my pants as my hand touched his. Lust rose up in me. Inside I was freaking out. I was turned on by some hottie with AIDS. But I composed myself and got down to business. That helped. My lust subsided. I did my interview, had him sign the right forms and scheduled his next appointment, which would be a home visit. Giving him a cab voucher, I showed him out Back at my desk I got back to work. But he kept coming to mind. That smooth chest, that bulge, those grey eyes, that whatever it was that made him so fucking hot. I kept boning up. reaching down and adjusting my hard-on. All afternoon it was hard and semi-hard, hard and semi-hard. Leaking pre-cum. I'm surprised it didn't look like I pissed myself. I got home that evening. My bf was working late. So I jumped in the shower. As soon as the water hit me, the image of the client popped up in my mind. I was so fucking horned thinking about him. In my mind I was slowly unbuttoning his shirt knowing that his body was full of deadly virus. Opening it up. Licking his smooth chest and biting his nips. He was moaning softly. Encouraging me. "Yeah, baby. Suck my nips, you got me so hard. I want you baby. Want your sweet ass." I was licking further down, His belly. Tonguing his navel. Starting down that happy trail to.... Shit. I turned around and flipped on the cold water. The guy had AIDS. What was I thinking? I knew the score. There was no real treatment back then. There was AZT, and there were also some new experimental drugs, some of which involved massive doses of antibiotics and blood transfusions, but more than not, back then it was still considered a death sentence to come up poz. And I was insanely hot for this guy. Monogamous me. My bf might have due home anytime but there I was fantasizing about having sex with a guy with AIDS. My cock was rock hard. Even with the cold water running on me. I just couldn't stop myself. An image of Chris' bulge fixed in my mind, I grabbed my cock and stroked once, twice, three times and bam! I spewed a huge load all over the shower wall, groaning Chris' name as I came. Shot after shot. All I could think was 'I want Chris. I want his cock. His cum. His cum in me'. And the thought also flashed in my brain 'I want his AIDS'. Instinctively I put my cummy hand to my mouth as the last shudders of my orgasm racked my body. As I licked my own cum the thought flashed again: 'I want his AIDS'. I fell back against the shower wall and slid down. Freaked the fuck out. What the hell was I thinking? And why the hell was I still hard? I just sat there for awhile, the cold water running over me until I heard my bf come in. I wouldn't tell him about this. I couldn't tell him. What a freak I was. That night I slipped inside him while he slept, gently fucking him awake. I love his smooth fuckhole, still I was thinking about Chris as I filled my beautiful man with seed. We fell asleep again. The thoughts of Chris dulled over the next few days. I had almost forgotten him until some three weeks later I looked at my schedule where I read 'Chris H, Home visit'. Shit. My cock started growing.
  9. got my first poz cock in years week ago. craving so much more. don't know why I have no regrets or why I want it, I just crave poz cock and cum. In maine, married cheater. come load me.

    1. bimaine69


      From Maine.  Neg, but wouldn't mind loading you with my cum.

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  13. married. dl cheater. still looking for poz dick in maine. breed me.


  14. In maine. breed my neg married cheating hole. I need some dirty demon seed. oink oink

    1. rochchub


      love to give it to you

    2. bbbugfkr


      you ever in Maine

  15. hey pig let's hook up at treasure chest and swap some load.


    1. Bicycledude


      That would be hot. May take some arranging since we are both married.

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