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I’m heading to Dallas Thurs 12/17/20 - sat. I will be staying at melrose hotel in oaklawn area. I should be able to host a top or tops to breed me and piss on and/or in me Friday morning .
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This fun, sleazy, and slutty bottom will be taking dick and raw loads all evening tonight (Sat, 12/12) beginning at 5 PM at the Bay Bridge Inn San Francisco. I'm 40, GWM 6ft, 210, 7.5c, bearish, mild to very wild, pig bottom with few limits. I love cum in my hole, and my ass can really take a pounding like a champ! More details, pics and videos of me on my NKP profile: fuckhardsf Come for a pump-n-dump or stay for a longer, connected, breeding session. All hard cocks and loads are welcome. Message me to coordinate and get room details.
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Cum Dump Taking Loads At San Francisco Bay Bridge Inn Sunday 11/29
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2 fun, pervy, sleazy pigs (1 bottom & 1 vers) looking for top fuckers to cum seed the bottom's hole this Sunday evening 11/29 at the Bay Bridge Inn. All breeders are welcome. Anon is great. The bottom can be blindfolded and ass up ready for you to use his hole. Sleazy, piggy, pervy a + but will take your load regardless of your scene. Message for room info. -
James stood in front of the mirror, naked. He looked at his slightly saggy body rubbing one hand up and down his cock. Yesterday, at least as far as everyone else was concerned, he was a married 50 year old straight Male, today, he though to himself as he held his cock tight, and stared into his own eyes, it was time to stop lying. Yesterday, his wife had left him. He was saddened by the days events, but he knew he had led a lie for too long. About a month earlier, he had deliberately left open his laptop open, displaying a previously very well hidden folder of porn for his wife to find. She knew he had saved countless files of what she called "dubious material", which she found irritating but chose to ignore, however she had never known how wrong she was about the content of those files. She chose to say nothing for several weeks until the previous night. James was alone in the apartment. Most of his wives possessions had gone as she had started removing them weeks ago while James was at work, who knows where they went, last night she announced her decision to leave and packed up 4 cases of clothes and left. It was a relief to finally be honest with himself, but it was a very difficult day. He knew he had to embrace what he had wanted for many years and he had to do it today. His phone buzzed. It wasn't the first time, in fact it had been buzzing repeatedly for the last half hour. The profile he had up was simple; Piss and Cum Slut. Use and Leave. "James, James, James", he murmured to himself, "What have you got yourself into." His other hand was holding a length of tubing with one of those push on connectors to fit the bathroom taps. "Better get ready" he spoke out loud to himself. His heart rate was pounding and his cock swelled in his hand.
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Started the day horny and started looking this morning. I found a hung Black guy on Grinder. He came by my office, pissed on me and down my throat. He just kept pissing, and I had to keep gulping in order to not make a mess on the restroom floor. I thought he would never stop pissing. Then he turned me over and loaded my hole. After work I stopped at a Latin guys house and faced fucked him, spit on him, and fed him my load. After that I hit up a college boy on Grinder, he already had 4 loads in him, so I went over there and filled him up more.
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Other than establishments with specific WS areas (such as Greenhouse Darlaston in the UK), do you get much piss play in saunas and sex clubs? If so, which is usually the best place to find WS action (other than toilets)? I guess it partly depends on whether you are pissing over someone (which leaves a mess on the floor) or piss fucking (which is less messy). Any thoughts?
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Years of sucking so many cocks! Never been fucked! Now I want to be a true slut, a bareback cumdump! My fantasy... A hung top. Put me on my knees (as a Sissy or not). Piss all over me (first time too)! Shove me face down and mount me! Fuck your load into me! Fuck me like a Faggot! Simi Valley, CA
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In my late 20s I was living in Boston (I lived there from 1987-1995)...this happened the last year I lived there. I was beginning to discover kink and trying things out. I had gone out one night when a friend was DJing at a bar, and walked home around midnight. I lived near the Christian Science Church on the east side of the Fenway and used to regularly cruise in the Back Bay Fens park which was super cruisy at night then. Wandered around a bit and started making out with a sexy, hairy, beefy guy. I invited him back to my apartment, and as we were walking out of the park I ducked behind a bush to piss. He said "Wait. Save it." I responded, "wait....what?" My dick was instantly hard and I was SO turned on. I knew that people did piss play but it had never occurred to me to do it, nor had I ever had the opportunity. We ran back to my apartment and shucked our clothes in the hallway. My bladder was really full by this point and he jumped in the tub and I let it go. It was so hot. He had really thick chest hair and it was dripping off his beefy tits and tummy. He stood up and kissed me, pulling me toward him while he was still dripping piss. The moment was electric. He smiled real big and said "your turn." I didn't hesitate for a second. I got in the tub and he let a huge hot stream of piss go all over me. Then we rinsed off and went to my bedroom and fucked like rabbits. I figured I would never see hiim again because he had a boyfriend (I was single then). Flash forward a month or two and I'm sitting in the chair waiting for someone to come in and clean my teeth. Who walked in? You guessed it. Beefy piss guy. It was so weird having someone flirt with me while he was cleaning my teeth (which is decidedly unsexy). I never saw him again. 🙂 I was completely hooked. I started seeking out piss porn (which was HARD to find back then). Later on I got into more types of piss play but never really liked drinking it (gave me the runs) but I sure liked it up my ass when I was fucked up.
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Just a question to other bottoms out there. Does anyone else feel the urge to piss themselves when fucked? Especially with a big cock pressing up inside me. I can’t help it I’m already in a “lose control“ frame of mind but all I have to do is squeeze a little and I start pissing whether I feel like I need to or not. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be drenched either in my own or another's streams but its not always wanted. I know its just pressure from inside making me squeeze it out but it also feels good too, a mix of relief coupled with the pleasure of being fucked. My only concern is that it’s becoming normal for me. I kinda want it because it does feel good. Even when I’m alone and dildo fucking myself I lean back as I ride and spray. Anyone else?
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This one time (also one my buggest turn on) was when I wore a diaper in front of another guy. And I would pull on the waist belt so it opens up, and the other guy pisses and jizzes in it. Then i am just in diaper soakes with his piss and jizz and it turns me on a lot, because i am covered waist down in his masculinity. Ill stand there covered in piss and let him watch me as dominates. It gets me going when I am under someone eles control. If you are not into piss play, then sorry if i grosses u out lol
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Chapter 1: My Backstory Growing up I had a terrible childhood. Both of my parents were abusive towards me and degraded me every chance they got. School wasn't any better. I was picked on for being smaller than the other kids my age. Girls would laugh at me and the boys kicked my ass every chance they got. I guess my testosterone levels were low because I had a feminine voice even after hitting puberty. My penis didn't grow hardly any after puberty. At 16 I got a job at one of the local fast food restaurants. Luckily it was within walking distance of my house. My manager was a cool guy. He seemed to take an instant liking to me. One evening as we were closing up my manager Bill came up behind and just barely touched my back and I fell down in pain. He knew something wasn't right so in front of a couple of other employees he had me lift my shirt and that's when the abuse I had suffered for so many years came to light. He immediately called the police on my parents and they were arrested within the hour. Having nowhere to go Bill asked the police if it was ok for him to watch over me. They saw no problem with it. That night after arriving at Bill's house he had me tell him everything. My home life, school, and any other thing I could tell him. After telling him everything I sobbed like a little baby. He gave me a hug and said everything would be ok. He did tell me he was gay and asked me if that bothered me. It didn't. I was just thankful for him for saving me. A couple of weeks went by and I was withheld from school so I could heal. After taking time off from work and school I was beginning to heal up. One day during my healing process Bill received a letter saying my parents would be on trial the following week. Honestly I didn't want to see them again but with Bill's help I was able to testify in court. My parents were both found guilty on several charges and sentenced to 40 years a piece in prison. At the end of the trial there was an emergency hearing to determine where I would now be living. Bill stepped up and said he had no problem with me living with him. The court asked me if that was ok and I said yes. Also on the courts suggestion I was to be immediately pulled from school for my own protection. Normally that's unheard of but seeing that the teachers at the school weren't willing to protect me then there was no other choice but to pull me out. As we left the courthouse Bill asked me if I would call him Daddy now. Being naive I didn't realize what this would mean in the future. I agreed to call him Daddy from now on. Looking back it seemed only right. As we drove home he told me that I didn't have to work at the restaurant any longer. My job was to take care of our home and him. I just nodded my head and said Yes Daddy. Daddy took really good care of me and his friends seemed to like me as well. I was definitely enjoying being a Daddy's Boy. When my 18th birthday rolled around Daddy asked me what I wanted. I was so grateful to him already for being my Daddy that I innocently told him that all I wanted to do was please him forever. Daddy took this in a whole other way. I was about to find out that Daddy had been grooming me for the last two years to truly be his boi.
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I spent several years delivering for a building supplier. A few drops led to encounters - mostly just fumbled wanks and quick blow jobs, but this one time was different. That day, I had just the one delivery - my wagon was loaded up with a whole house worth of plumbing - pipe, radiators, a kitchen and three bathrooms. I drove from south east London, right through town to a bungalow in outer west London. It was a hot, frustrating drive and I'd emptied a litre of water down my throat by the time I arrived. From outside, it looked like a decent house - set in the middle of a large garden which was churned up and muddy at the front; but inside was completely empty. There wasn't even a proper floor - a stepladder took us down almost 6 feet to a packed earth floor just inside the front door. I set to unloading with the guy on site. He was about 5'6", my age (mid twenties,) and tightly muscled like me from physical labour. I almost towered over him at 6' dead. It took over an hour to haul everything in and get it stacked, all the while my bladder was getting more insistent for relief. Once we'd finished, he led me over to a couple of folding chairs and put a kettle on a camping stove to get tea on the brew. "Man, think I'm gonna piss myself." I looked around, "where do you go?" He looked around and shrugged, "Usually where I'm standing." He fixed my eyes with his and smirked, then dropped to his knees in front of me, still looking up at me. I started pissing before I'd managed to get my cock out properly, splashing over my jeans and boots before he bent forward to take my stream in his mouth. After all the water I'd drunk, I pissed for England. He swallowed some and let the rest run over his chin and down his chest. As my stream ebbed away, he took my pierced knob head in his mouth and swirled the last drops round with his tongue. I was already half hard, and that quickly brought me to full mast. I'm not the biggest by any means, but my uncut 6.5" with 3mm PA has always served me well. I lifted him off and sat in one of the chairs, opening my wet jeans further and pulling out my balls. He shuffled closer and buried his face in my sweaty, piss soaked crotch, licking at my shaft and balls. His stubble scratched at my shaft and over the crown, until he took me in his mouth and started working my shaft with his tongue. When he started choking on my ring, he lifted his arse and pulled down his trackie bottoms. I reached down, slip a finger along his crack and pushed hard at his hole. He whimpered, and pushed back. My finger sank into him and his arse clenched when he gagged. I kicked him away and stood over him with my boot on his cock, spat on his face. He licked it of his lips. I knelt between his legs and put his boots on my shoulders. My cock, wet from his sucking, bumped his cunt and I pushed in hard. He was tight and dry - it hurt my cock and he screwed his face in pain. I held his arms down and took my time feeling around inside him, until he relaxed around me. I took a few long slow strokes before driving hard and fast. When he started to struggle, I grabbed his throat and picked up my pace. Eventually I had to flip him over and use my extra size and bulk to hold him down while I raped his arse. I had one hand round his throat and the other round his cock and he kept struggling which only made me fuck harder. Then he went stiff, clamped his cunt round my cock and pumped out a great handful of spunk. I pulled my hand out and dropped half his spunk on my cock before plunging back in to his still twitching hole, licked up a wad and wiped the rest in his face. He licked at my hand and sucked my fingers. That was the trigger - I yelled out as my spunk exploded into him. I spasmed inside him until my balls ached and my cock softened in him. We just lay there a few minutes catching our breath. As I relaxed, my bladder started nagging at me and my cock stiffened enough for me to push in before letting it flow. My piss squirted out past my shaft over my balls and up my belly. I couldn't help but start fucking and almost as soon as I'd stopped pissing, I came again. This time, I pulled out and flopped him over to wipe myself over his face. We shuffled around until he could suck me clean properly. Soon, I booted him away again, got up, put myself away and left.
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I had never known about trucker bombs. Well, I read about them, but never really understood until I entered a stall at a truck stop and found a 2 liter bottle of beautiful yellow-orange fluid. Truckers often have to go a long time between stops and use such bottles to allow them to piss while still moving. I know authorities frown on the practice, like texting, yet they do it. Some toss them in the trash. One was kind enough to leave the bottle right there in the stall. I picked it up and discovered it had been pissed on, and the floor was wet. I used toilet tissue to dry it, making sure it didn't leak. That sweet bottle was 3/4 full. I had to smell it. I opened the lid carefully and took a whiff. It was some strong stuff. I wondered about the taste. Should I sample and leave the bottle for others? Should I take it? It was a decision. It wasn't long before I secreted the bottle in my bag, took it to the car. Found another bottle in the trash. Yes, I dug for it. I went the back into the stall, and instead of pissing in the pot, I pissed in the bottle. I left it as a gift since I was stealing the precious fluid. After driving an hour, I could no longer control my urges. I drive off on a side road where I found a country lane. Out of sight of the main road, I parked. I took my first drink of that bottle. Oh, it was nice. I realized I should have shaken it up first. So, I recapped the bottle, shook it up, and had another drink, stronger this time as the salts had been moved around. After the third drink, I capped the bottle and drove on home. Now, I check every stall in the restrooms. In hopes to find more, I check every truck stop that I pass. If any truckers read this, please donate your piss, don't pour it out. I know that I'm addicted and want you to help me and all the other addicts.
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“What is it, boy?” Even over the cell line his voice is deep, soft. Mesmerizing. “You’re afraid. Admit it.” His voice is soft and urgent. Compelling. “I am.” “What is it you’re afraid of?” My cock throbs with need, urgency. My hand absently caressing the soft hair of my stomach, wandering to my hard, hungry cock. ”Say it, boy. Admit it.” Yes. Now. Say it. ”Of you. Of admitting it to you.” ”Admitting what to me?” ”I’m afraid of what I want.” “Of what you need. This is deeper than want. This is your blood talking. This is who you really are.” “Yes.” Yes. “Of what I need.” So good to admit it. So damn good to say it. “I can give it you. I can take you where you need to be. All you have to do it say it.” Yes. The word is all I can hear, blood rushing in my ears, my hard cock, wet with sticky precum, throbbing. “I need it. Take me, please. Take me.” ”We both need, boy. I can taste your need in your voice. We’ll surrender to it, together. I’m going to take you inside it, going to split you open and we’re going to bathe in it. Do you want that, boy?” “Yesssssss.” The sound slides out of me on its own. Dripping of need. Of hunger beating under my skin. His voice pulling me in, enveloping me, smoke, wrapping around me. Warm. Expansive. My hand slides across my head, across the stubble of my freshly cropped skull. I imagine his rough hands there, guiding me. Caressing me. ”I’ve texted you the address, boy. Come here now. Jeans with no underwear, sandals, a t-shirt. Bring nothing else. Understand? No wallet, no money, no ID. No phone. You’ll pay the cab fare and throw away any cash you have left over.” His voice. So smooth, so knowing. I can feel myself relax into him, into his need. My need. “And boy-don’t shower or clean yourself up in any way. I want you raw. I want to taste your sweat and your fear. I want to taste your hunger for it. For surrender.” My cock twitches with his every word. My blood thrumming under my skin with it, with desire. I can barely breathe. Barely think. God, yes. Jesus, god, yesssssss. you ready for this, boy? Ready to give yourself over to it, to me?” ”Yes.” I hear myself say, my voice a ragged whisper. Urgent, desperate. “Yes, so hungry. Yes. Please.” I say. “I need.”
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I was owned by a master for a short period of time. i mentioned some of the actions we did in my other post. One of them is piss play. I love drinking the first void of his piss in the morning, in bed. One day, we stopped at a fast food restaurant to get a quick bite. I needed to use the restroom so I will get the food while he waited in the car. He told me any fountain drink would do. So, after I got the order, i went to the restroom, poured out his drink and filled the cup with my piss...it was the most turned on moment for him when he gulped down my piss from the cup. Any new creative ideas, let me know!
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I’m such a pathetic small dick piss fag that deserves being humiliated till my phone breaks. Feel free to text call leave voice texts or more making fun of me, degrading me and ruining my phone number. That is my number in pic below. Feel free to copy and post else where to ruin me. I love being smacked around used and abused only to be pissed on and tossed out forced to walk home clothes and face piss soaked. It’s so embarrassing. It’s where I belong.
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I need a man or two to use me train me to be a sex bondage slave. No pull outs, piss in my arse tie gag me make me a bitch for man smells,seed and nappy play
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I was at Black & Blue this bast weekend and went to a spa after the Masque Ball. i had a younger chub top enter my room and start to finger my ass. He wasn't much of a talker but he climbed on top and entered my ass. He shoved his dick in me balls deep and immediately started to raw fuck me after about 15 minutes his breath picked up and he said it was time to knock me up. My ass started to feel warm as he came deep in my hole. He slowly ground his cock in my ass when he asked if he could piss in me. I responded that he could do whatever he wanted. Slowly I could feel my hole getting warm and wetter. A minute later he started to fuck me. Then he said, I'm going to get you pregnant and fuck you every day. He started to ram his dick into my hole harder and started to grunt as he came in my sloppy hole. he pulled out and I sucked him clean.
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Raw bttm heading to Montreal October 10-15. Staying at Hotel St. Catherine and looking to take all loads. Also looking for some pigs to use me as a urinal.
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Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’
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Hey all you horny fuckers. Would anyone be up for a group piss fuck or have you ever been involved in a group piss fuck? id love to have a few guys who'd be up for piss fucking me and filling me up? just wondered fi this would be possible. cheers guys
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