I thought I’d be writing a post today, but I am not.
I blame the good ass I had yesterday. I’m not horned enough.
So here is a travel back in time—to the early 2000’s—long before the blog. These were taken at the home of a couple who used to love to invite me over to fuck—and who I have no idea where they are now.
You so rarely see pictures of my ass…so for those
who care, there you go.
I actually like the composition of the final one…
Near Home—April, 2022
I went to Easter dinner (with what
family remains here in Michigan) still thinking about that hot moment of
felching and loading the Linebacker. I
couldn’t get it out of my head. I
dreamed a variation of the scene that night, awaking at one point with a
terrifically hard dick. The next
morning, my plumped, if not hard, cock dictated what I was doing that day—so
off we went to bookstore, to see who needed relief after seeing their family…
The
parking lot is packed. Men are
everywhere. There are no seats in the
straight theatre. There are a few in the
gay cinema. My entrance there stops a
blow job. I do a ‘don’t mind me gesture’
and sit in the back corner. They resume—an
older cocksucker sitting down front giving head to a man around his age. I watch a little and haul out my ready-to-go
cock. I look at the guy in the
cocksucker’s seat, but he is more interested in the movie than me.
I
stroke. There is movement on the far
wall. A young man has emerged from the
dark corner behind the door. He is in a
white A-shirt and clinging running shorts.
As a number of us watch, he turns and leans against the black wall. His ass arches out towards us. He grinds it.
Men
watching take their cocks out if they weren’t stroking before. The young man reaches back and pulls the waist
band of the running shorts down. Ever so
slowly. He is revealing, inch by inch, a
pale white, perfectly formed, bubble butt.
He moves again—arching the now bare butt towards us. He looks over his shoulder—watching the men
stroke to his performance.
One
guy gets up. He tries to turn the guy around
so he can blow him. The young man
resists and shakes his head. I sigh—some
people are so bad at reading signals. I
stand up, my cock swinging as I walk. I
kneel, inches away from that perfect ass.
I thrust my face into the crack between those two hairless mounds. My
tongue finds his pucker. The young man
does a deep intake of breath and grinds his perfect ass into my face.
I
lick the entire length of his crack. My beard
comes into play, too. I lick and spit
and drill into his hot butt. The kid
moans and pants, smashed against the wall.
“I
want your cock…” he whimpers. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck
him with that big dick,” says a voice somewhere behind me.
I
stand up, my cock resting between his ass cheeks, bathed in the spit I left
behind. “You want my raw cock?” I
whisper in the young man’s ear. I mentally
pray he doesn’t tell me to rubber up.
“Every
inch of it, daddy,” he whispers back.
I
lube my dick lightly. There is lots of
saliva there to help. I slap his ass
with my hard cock. He braces against the
wall and arches his ass out once again.
My cock head disappears into his pucker.
A guy comes over to watch as my cock enters him. Slowly, but smoothly—never needing to stop
until my untrimmed pubes are grinding into his cheeks.
Now
I pause.
The
young man pants. He fists his hard cock
for the first time. “Go ahead. Fuck me now.”
I
begin the in and out. Slowly at first. And
not too far out. But I build. His hand moving on his cock is telling me he
wants more. In moments I am piston
fucking his hole.
“Fuck,
yes…do me.”
I
give him several strokes of long dicking—just my cockhead left in him on the
backstroke.
Suddenly
I stop, pull out and go to my knees. I
bury my face in his wet ass. He moans
and stifles a sob that erupts from his throat.
I lick up some of his copious ass jizz, stand up and plow back into him.
“Cum
in me. I want your load.” His hand is a blur on his own dick. “Please...”
I
am not sure I can cum yet, but I know I will if I can. I want to send his hot ass home with my seed.
“You
like my cock?” I whisper in his ear. “You really want my cum?”
“Yes…yes…”
he pants.
I
angle my fuck slightly differently and hit his prostate. That does it.
His cock begins firing splat after wet splat against the cinder block
wall; the whiteness of the semen in stark contrast with the black paint on the
blocks.
The
young man pulls off me. “I can’t take
anymore…” he pleads.
He
is suddenly really aware of his stroking audience. He finds a wet wipe in his sock and hurries
back into the darkness or the corner to clean up. I let my finger trace a tiny pattern in the blob
of semen on the wall before I bring the stickiness up to my mouth to taste it. The door opens and closes—he’s gone.
I
turn to the eight men in the room, all but one with their cock out. Instantly, they put them away. Half of them leave in a quick exodus. I decide to wash up a little myself.
When
I come back the crowds in both theatres have lightened.
Now
it’s my mouth, not my dick that comes into play. I get five loads quite easily…
Near Home—April, 2022
I
gave myself a week off after the rout at the house party in Chicago. I wanted to make sure I didn’t bring anything
nasty home. Not to mention, I was
thoroughly sated. By the next Saturday,
all was good—and I was horned again.
It
was the Saturday before Easter. Seeing
the family over the holidays can be stressful.
I have often found men at the bookstore relieving that stress on either
the day before or after big family functions.
I decided to see if it was true this year…
The parking lot is fairly full on this sunny
afternoon. I pay for my ticket and
wander into the straight theatre. The
seats at the back are full—I sit closer to the front and to the side. I unbutton and stroke. In moments of my cock fully erecting, a cute
cub moves from against the back wall to between my boots. I have seen this guy before but we have never
done anything together. He is now making
up for lost time. He is slurping loudly
on my dick as he beats his own rather average sized prick.
He comes up for air and we grin. I push his head
down again telling him to lick my balls.
He does. With loud lapping sounds
that fill the room and leave my hairy nuts dripping with his saliva. Eventually, I let him back on my cock. He works hard—and expects a load
anytime. But it is far too fast for me
to be very close. He finally stands up
to rest his knees.
His cock is right there—all but in my face. Of course I suck it. The Cub is surprised. I tongue his leaking piss slit. Now, he’s pleased. He’s wearing shorts so my hands can go up the
legs and massage his hairy ass cheeks.
He groans while I squeeze and suck.
My middle finger grazes his butt hole.
He responds with a moan. I do it
again. He moans—deeper and longer.
I wet my finger with the saliva he left all over my
balls. I begin to work it into his
pucker. I would really like to fuck this
cub. I am up to the first knuckle. He sighs as my tongue and lips service his
cock.
Suddenly he pulls away with a whispered “I don’t
want to shoot yet.”
I agree that neither do I—and we should look for
each other later.
He goes off to the arcade and I go over to the gay cinema. I interrupt a slightly overweight daddy
feeding his cock to an older gentleman.
I make an apologetic hand gesture and sit down. It takes a moment, but finally
the blow job continues. I concentrate on
the screen and my stroking—with an occasional glance at the couple. The sucker seemingly doesn’t like to be seen
with a dick in his mouth. He stops the
action and leaves, slightly huffily.
I apologize to the bigger guy, who sits with his
thick cock hanging out.
“Well,” he sighs, “you could make it up to me by
finishing the job.”
I smirk, walk over to him and kneel in front of
him. My mouth ovals big for his
thickness. He sighs again and
occasionally strokes my head. In no time
I have a thick load in my mouth…
*
The Cub finds me not long after, now alone and
stroking to the gay porn.
“Will you get me off?”
He unzips. He
has no need of my finger in his ass—he is ready to fire.
Load two in just a few licks…
*
I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat on the straight
side. A Black Daddy I know is eyeing me,
uncertain if he should let me blow him with another man in the room. The slightly overweight daddy who gave me his
load is here, too, still stroking to this rather nasty anal porn—and keeping an
eye on me. You can feel the tension in
the air of who will make the first move.
It’s solved by the door opening. A young Latino, who could be a linebacker on
his college team, comes in. He stands
next to me. He is wearing shorts of very
flimsy and sheer material. He’s hung big
and hard. You can see the outline. I
wait for his cock to come out.
“May I suck you?”
It’s the linebacker to me. I nod
and he goes to his knees. He’s
great. He obviously loves cock in his
mouth and knows how to please it. He
never touches his own raging hard-on.
The other two guys in the room watch and stroke faster.
Linebacker comes up for air. “I love big dick. Fuck me?”
I can’t believe my good fortune. He is easily 6 feet tall, and thick with
muscle. He pulls the clingy shorts
down. His brown ass is sculpted and hard
as granite. He leans against the back
wall—his ass jutting out to me at the prefect angle. I go to my knees and surprise him by sticking
my tongue deep in hole. He groans. “Eat me…” he mumbles.
The older Black man inches closer. He rubs Linebacker’s nipples through his
shirt. I stand up and slap my cock on
his ass. “You want it raw?”
“Fuck, yes.
Give it to me.”
I push the head in.
He’s not tight. I am guessing he
has a lucky boyfriend. Or a good sized
toy. Black Daddy moves a little and
Linebacker bends more to ease me in—and to suck that dick. It’s a daddy spit roast. The sight of him with two cocks in him makes
me fuck him faster. And it makes the
potbellied daddy stand up and join us.
I think Linebacker will sample the new dick that is
right by his mouth—but he won’t stop sucking the bigger one. He stays on it as the cock explodes in his
mouth. The Black guy is wrecked with his
orgasm. But he lets Linebacker continue
to clean up his dick, as I plow away.
“Let me fuck him,” says Pot Belly.
“You want another cock in you?” I ask. “He’s nice
and thick.”
Linebacker hesitates for a millisecond than nods—the
black cock still in his mouth.
I pull out.
Pot Belly pushes in. This will be
his second load—I hope he won’t need to fuck forever to get there. No worries there. In moments Pot Belly is howling out his
breeding of the muscle ass he’s now seeding.
Linebacker knows to milk him—I can see the muscles working as I go to my
knees. Pot Belly pulls out and gives his
dick to Linebacker to clean. I dive in
and begin felching the load running out of the muscle ass.
He is now spit roasted with a cummy, deflating cock
and my hard as a rock tongue. His own
cock, huge and throbbing, is bouncing with a life of its own. I stand up, spit some of the seed from my
mouth into my hand and use it to lube my cock.
I push in. Linebacker rears up
and off the spent dick.
“Give it to me,” he grunts out. “Fuck me hard.”
I do.
“I’m going to breed you…”
“Do it!” His
hand finally touches his own dick. “I’m
so close…”
In no more than three thrusts, I grab his hips and
empty into him with a loud groan. He
squeezes down on me—and that makes him shoot, too.
He pulls off me fast. He doesn’t clean my cock—he’s no longer
horny. And I’m fine with that. I give him a quick hug—and a piece of paper
towel to clean himself up.
We go out to the parking lot together. “I want that cock again,” he tells me before
getting into his car. “You come here a
lot?”
I smile and nod…
I sat down to write a post today, but I just didn’t feel ready to type about more sex after the 10 pages of heat I poured out describing the house party. So here is a look at more of the art in my playspace. These three are all posters designed by Etienne, Chicago’s Tom of Finland. There are two for the Chicago Eagle—the great leather bar (oh, that back room!) and one for IML.
Speaking of IML—I will be attending—and reporting!
Chicago—April, 2022
Here is Post One and Post Two and Post Three.
My only slightly
weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good
fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has
someone sucking his cock. I can feel
them astride my chest and hear them slurping away.
“Why don’t you sit on
it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man
get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat
on. I can feel the extra weight on the
rimseat. I can also hear the yelp from
the bottom as he takes all of the cock.
I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me. In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a
very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick. I hold still as first the bottom and then
Combat Boots stand up. I can see that it
is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier. Combat Boots is holding on to him by the
shoulders.
“Here’s a treat for
you,” he tells me. “Eat my load out of
him.”
He helps the young
man sit. There is jizz leaking all over
his crack. I lick him cleans and dig
in. I can hear Combat Boots getting his
cock cleaned at the same time. I get one
big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily. The guy is squirming above me. The moment Combat Boots let go of his
shoulders he bolts. CB laughs and helps
me up. My legs feel oddly unsteady. “Kiss me, fucker.” He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard
grinding against beard. He finds some
cum in my mouth and seems pleased.
We break. He swats my ass with “Out of here. Happy hunting!” and is gone.
I go downstairs. I need to eat. I have three chocolate chip cookies to get
some energy back—and it works. Zane is
at the bar. I tell him what just
happened. “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile. He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on
the third floor. It’s actually
empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here. I get in the sling. Zane kneels and does everything to me that I
have been doing to others. Except he
keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his
tongue.
Hour Four
When Zane has licked
his fill, we change over. I lick his
hole for a moment and fuck it some more.
We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the
room and just concentrate on each other.
A man stops by. “I need to get out of here. Can I drop a load?”
I step to the
side. The guy enters and efficiently
fucks Zane. In no time he has given us a
load to play in. I eat a little. I snowball some of it. I fuck in the rest.
I watch Zane’s
face. He gets out of the sling.
“What’s up?”
“I think I have had
the dick my ass can take.”
“Really?”
“I’d love your load,
but my hole is telling me to stop.” He
kisses me. “I bet you can find someone
who’d like it.” I kiss him once more and
let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door.
I go downstairs. Men are getting dressed and leaving. I continue on down to the basement. It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here. All the bottoms who live for loads are on the
bed, ass up. Or the two slings. And there are plenty of guys needing to get
off and go home.
I find the nearest
vacant ass: a bear in his 30’s. He has load dripping from him. I lick it up—pushing some back into his
hole. I fuck—expecting to cum. But the very thought of shooting makes the
feeling recede. I fuck him harder, but I
can’t nut.
Next to me is the
blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago. He is a little drunk—and pleading for
loads. When a man stops fucking him, I
switch over to his ass. Again, I fuck,
fully expecting to shoot. But no.
I move to a hairy man
with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow
him. But I can’t shoot. So I stop trying and just fuck. I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who
splatters himself all over his abs. I
lick in up and drool it on my dick. I
move to the bed, again. I fuck any man
who wants me. Two are my age, the rest
significantly younger.
And then I find the
one. He’s on his back. A remarkably hairy otter. A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent. I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s
ass until they froth. I stop and eat some
of that jizz cocktail out of him. He
does poppers as I felch.
“Are you going to
give me yours, too?” he moans.
I stand up and
shrug. I don’t want to jinx it, but I
think I could. I slide into the
slippery, cummy ass. And yes. I’m there.
I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms…
Chicago—April, 2022
The seal of Zane’s
ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and
I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop…
I lick his hole and
swallow. It’s not a huge load, but
enough to make me want even more. Zane
moves and I gasp for air. He moves
around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on
the guests downstairs.
I go on a house
tour. Upstairs on the third floor, the sling
is busy. There is a dog pile of naked
men on the bed where I took my nap. I go
down a flight. There is no room on the
bed in the guest room. I fuck the one
bottom who does not currently have a top.
Continuing my tour, a
fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom. Going down to the main floor, there is lots
of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables. I continue down to the darker basement. The
place is packed. The two slings are
busy, as are the beds and the couch.
Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass
rutting taking place on the double bed.
He feels good, wet and very warm.
It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is
fucking him now…
Hour Three
I find myself back in
the master bedroom. The fisters have
moved to one side to make room for two couples to play. I move closer to see if they need another
dick as a young blond boy stops me.
“Zane sent me to find
the guy in chaps.”
“That’s me…”
“I have two loads in
my ass. Zane told me you’d like to eat
them out.”
I don’t answer; I
just lead him to the rimseat.
“Zane gave me one of
them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat. He sits, tentatively.
“First time on a
rimseat? Just relax.”
I dig in. The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change. My tongue goes deep into him.
He groans—a mix of
pleasure and surprise. “No one has ever,”
he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.” My cock swells and I re-double my efforts. Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the
two loads into my mouth. I clamp my lips
around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck.
The sperm flow increases. So
much, I need to swallow quickly.
I don’t get much
more, but I keep trying. I hear the
poppers open and the kid is now flying.
I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds,
must be feeding BB his dick. A moment
later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me. I always love this moment—the anonymity of who
is pleasuring my cock.
Whoever it is has
pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick. When he has taken all of me, I feel the
familiar hairy butt of Zane. I think. I can’t be sure. I am concentrating on the furless butt above,
pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy.
The guy who is
feeding Blond Boy moves away. The guy on
my dick, (is it Zane? Now I don’t think
so…) is riding me faster and faster. Blond
Boy groans again as another popper round hits.
I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy
on my dick?
Both men are groaning
as the poppers take them to new heights.
I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the
guy on my dick get my load. At least not
yet.
“We should switch.” So it is Zane. Blond Boy stands up, a little
tentatively. Light streams in making me
blink. The guys change over. Zane sits.
His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum. I lick up into him repeatedly. He groans just as Blond Boy impales
himself. Shit, that kid is tight—even after
all my tongue work. He sits all the way
down. Poppers happen and he is very
vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on.
A pair of combat boots
is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane.
This makes Zane’s hole tighten. I
work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose. He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which
makes his hole spasm. I get a dollop of
cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result.
I swallow greedily and keep licking.
Blond Boy pulls off
my cock. Someone else sits down on me,
letting his ass get used to me. After a
moment, the new guy starts riding. The
boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up. He stands, bent over above me, supporting
himself on the dresser behind us. Boots is
there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a
number of times tonight. He pushes his
seven incher into Zane. I watch as Zane
takes it—repeatedly.
“Let him taste that,”
says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane.
Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole. I can hear him orally clean up the dick that
just fucked him. “Take a hit,” says
Combat Boots. Zane complies—and his hole
flowers open as the poppers hit. I lick
up his ass juices, while he squirms above me.
“I gotta get up.” Zane stands, a little shakily. He is supported by the burly Combat
Boots. I finally notice the hot Asian
riding my cock. I grin at him—and he
gets up, too, to stretch his legs. Zane
reaches down to lift the seat for me.
“Don’t do that,” says
Combat Boots. “You lick top ass, too?”
Without waiting for a
reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat. “Now eat me out, dude…”
My only slightly weary
tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker…
(I should be able to wrap this up next time!)
Chicago—April, 2022
Here is Part One.
…I stop fucking abruptly and pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock. He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs
“Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls…
Two very young men
arrive and begin making out on the couch as the Leather Blond slurps my cock
clean. I ruffle his hair. Another daddy in a harness and red jock comes
into the basement. “Use him hard,” I
tell the guy and go up to the main floor.
I refill my water bottle. Many
more men have arrived. While stripped,
they are still in social drinking mode.
I go up one more
flight and into the spare room. The bed
is alive with two couples fucking. I
stand and watch a bear getting long dicked by younger, trimmer shaggy haired
guy. The other couple is a pair of rough
around the edges twinks, dressed in high fashion jocks. The young man pulls out of the Bear. I lean down and clean his cock for him. He grins and says “You should fuck him.” I eat the hole the shaggy haired guy had just
been railing. The Bear is very wet. Already.
I pull the Bear to the edge of the bed so I can stand to fuck. I sink in easily. The Bear groans. The shaggy haired guy strokes, his eyes on my
cock plowing the hairy hole. I work up
to a faster rhythm.
“Let me taste it.”
I pull out of the
Bear and Shaggy Hair cleans my cock. I
slip it into the Bear again. SH moves to
the floor. He squirms between my legs, his
face in a place where he can lick my balls as I fuck. It’s hot—but cramped. But it is driving SH into full rut mode. He beats his bigger than average cock
relentlessly as I fuck and he licks.
I pull out and shove
my dick into SH’s mouth. He cleans every
inch of me before I push back into the Bear.
“I’m gonna shoot,”
moans Shaggy Hair.
I pull out and step
to the side. The young man bounces up
off the floor and pile drives his cock into the ass of the Bear, just in time
to explode. Shaggy Hair just keeps on
cumming. The Bear groans. Shaggy Hair pulls out and lets me clean his
cock once again. It a huge, young man’s load—and that’s just what is clinging
to his cock. I save some in my mouth and
spit it back on the Bear’s hole.
“Fuck that into him.” It’s the harness guy I saw in the basement,
now standing by the side of the bed.
I grin and slap my
cock on the wet hole. The Bear moans,
happy to get a load so soon in the evening.
I fuck it into him. Damn, his
hole is awash with sperm. It is almost
over lubed. It makes a wonderfully
squishy noise as I fuck.
Harness Guy has his
dick out. I fuck for a couple of minutes
before I ask if he wants a turn.
“I love to fuck in
load,” he says before sinking into the Bear.
“Fuck, he’s full!”
I nod. I don’t want to waste the cum on my
cock. Another onlooker is happy to clean
it for me.
Harness Guy slaps the
ass of the Bear and fucks him harder. I
wonder if the ass full of cum is about to get more. Harness Guy, stops and pulls out—his dick
frothy with another man’s jizz. The man
who cleaned me gets to lick up a new dripping cock, as I clean up the frothy
mess on the Bear’s hole before fucking him again. His hole is just as wet as before.
Harness Guy and I trade
off on the Bear onto he finally asks for a break to get off his knees. I clean up his hole a last time before
letting him up…
Hour Two
Harness Guy and I go
into the master bedroom together. I am
surprised to see my rimseat in use. Last
time, I was the only guy to take advantage of it. Two beefy bears are enjoying themselves, on
and under it, passing a bottle of poppers back and forth. On the big bed there are three men, ass
up. Only one is being used by a top I
recognize from the party in August.
Harness Guy and I fuck into the two available butts. The three of us fuck the offered asses. Our fuck strokes, after a minute or so,
coordinate. Our balls are slapping into
our respective butts at the same time.
The tops look at each
other. No one nods, but we all seem to
just know that we want to change holes.
I pull out of a bearish guy and slip into a much thinner man. Harness Guy is in the first person of color I’ve
seen tonight. The first fucker goes
there, and Harness Guy into my bear. We
sigh, as contented as the men we are fucking.
Harness Guy is now railing into the bearish guy at an incredible
pace. The sound fills the room.
We switch again. Each to a new partner. The chocolate colored man on my dick squirms
in delight. “Fuck, you’re big,” he
croons.
All of us fuck
contentedly. I feel hands on my nipples,
reaching from behind. It’s Zane. He tweaks my nips and licks my ear.
“Room for one more?”
The kid I’m fucking
nods, eager to share. Zane kneels on the
bed and my guy squirms off my dick, spins around and guides it into Zane’s
furry butt. He watches me fuck for a
moment, and then begins to kiss Zane as I fuck him.
The tops rotate
again. And again. This time we are using Zane as third ass. The
Black kid kisses or sucks one of the other men getting fucked.
And just as fast as
it formed, the group melts away—leaving Zane and I alone on the bed.
“Lie down,” he tells
me.
I do. I hope I know what is coming.
“Here you go…” Zane sucks my cock for a moment. Then he crawls over me, his furry chest
rubbing mine. “I know you want it…” and
he sits on my face. “Eat me out. There’s
at least one load in there…
The seal of his ass
cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I
don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop…
At least one more installment to come…
