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This poor young man can't afford a dildo, so he MacGyvered it

I like how you broke down the priority list and implementation of the plan.well done Sir

He is the chosen one, now baptized by cock

It pays to know carpentry

It does pay to advertise

Getting Dad a pair of socks for Christmas was the right idea

The probing is deep, the only way to ascertain the boys correct body temperature. Dr. feelgood is a very thorough professional.

That looks uncomfortable for bottom # 1

Oh you have it all wrong, Ensign Riley was beamed down by Mr. Scott personally to the desired coordinates. That's why you don't see footprints and the sky seems off. The crew of the Enterprise is enjoying a little shore leave all thanks to Captain Kirks quick thinking and fast reflexes. The battle for Cestus 3 is over, and the Federation has prevailed. Go enjoy your beach Ensign, the odds of you making it through another episode in a red shirt isn't very high.

Looks like a successful first round of the evening, when do the other guys get their turn

Couldn't agree more

Don't stop there, keep going

There was no need to enhance the picture, he's hot as is.

Restraints aren't required for that pig, he's obviously well trained

That boys ass is picture perfect

What's the soundtrack going to be like?

That's the thing about us cleancut guys, we might look innocent in our sweaters. However deep down and behind closed doors our other side comes out.

Fuck now that's a specimen

His eyes filled with lust and a body that is clearly in need. Hopefully his thirst for lust will be quenched, he only has a weekend pass from the barracks.

Where to start with this one

The foreskin on display here is another example of why circumcision should be illegal. Look at how it perfectly protects the penis from unnecessary stimulation. Just imagine what sensations he capable of, thanks to being spared the barbaric practice of genital mutilation.

Correctly said sir, a challenge yes but a goal that every fag would be proud to take head on.

You walk into Barnes & Noble, mosey on over to the technical book area, and that's where you see him. His button-down shirt is tucked into his khaki slacks, with brown leather Chelsea boots completing his look. You stare without control, and he notices you. He smiles and gives a slight wink as his cheeks flush red. He looks deeply into your eyes, then turns and walks toward the bathroom. You realize, "Shit, is this actually happening?" as your impulses take over. Once in the bathroom, he grabs your chest and slams you into the wall. With his right hand, he slaps your face as his left hand commands you to your knees. Helpless and in a complete state of disbelief, you comply without hesitation. He spits in your face and says, "Suck it, faggot." With both hands, you frenzy your way to his prize, revealing a magnificent specimen as he grabs the back of your head with both hands, shoving himself to the back of your throat. You gag as his balls slap your chin; his grip is firm and uncaring as he just begins to use you. You start to phlegm up as he spits in your face. He moves you to the right by the hand dryer, accidentally turning it on. The warm air hits your face drying his spit to your face marking you. His thrust intensifies as his trimmed pubes scrape your face. He turns his head up as a final push is forced into your mouth. Your tongue dancing on his shaft notices the jumping pulse of his cock as he releases himself, completing his use of you. As he withdraws himself, you realize his innocent look was all an act. He spits in your face again and says, "Clean yourself up, faggot." Your face is red and covered in your personal brand of fag slobber. He zips up and washes his hands of your filth. Still beside yourself and unsure if this all just happened, you attempt to say, "Thank you, sir." He opens the door, looks at you, and says, "I've wanted to make you my bitch after you broke my sister's heart." "Yeah, I know what you did to her, and just like you, I'll be using you whenever I feel like it." The door closes, and it all clicks in: he thinks you're the other brother. Days later, when you meet your twin for dinner with the family, you ask him about Ingrid. Looking like a deer in headlights, he replies, "What about her?" You ask, "Were you ever rough with her?" He laughed out loud, swigs from his beer can, and says, "It's the only way she wants it." You reply, "Huh, must run in the family." He looks at you. "You fucked Tobias or something?" "Yeah, something like that," before completing your sentence, Mother calls the two of you to the table for supper.

I've never seen a guy in a visible jockstrap who said no to sex