He is a stud. He has chicks and fags fighting each other for the chance to ride his cock. But every once in a while, it just feels good to wrap his fist around his meat and jerk himself off. As good as a nice tight hole feels, his hands know how to pleasure him better than any cunt. Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands.
Ride em like a cowboy.
The ranch hands loved to humiliate the fag. Today they were making him spend the day in the saddle wearing only his underwear and his boots. This did not really embarrass the fag anymore, he was used to being naked around the guys. The fat butt plug they shoved into his ass, however, was going to hurt like hell after eight hours in the saddle. He was going to be stretched out and sore before tonight’s gangbang even started.
Go ahead….climb on. You know you want to ride this monster.
He thought he understood the term cum dump. After all he had been used by men as a depository for their loads his entire life. But this weekend had given the words “cum dump” a new meaning for him. Previously he had always been an active participant in milking loads out of men’s balls, either getting fucked or sucking on dick. For the past several hours, however, he just laid there with his jaw forcibly stretched open, while men jerked off and shot loads into his waiting mouth. None of them even acknowledged him. He was just an object, a place for cum to be dumped.
Properly using the hole to dump a load.
He does not even look my way or admit my existence. He just unzips and pulls out his monster. As we sit there in awkward silence his cock engorges, getting fully hard, pointing up towards the ceiling. Without saying a word, we both knew the deal, and our respective roles. My mouth was producing drool, lubing itself up, to prepare for his meat. I dropped to my knees and crawled over between his legs. His cock twitched in subtle acknowledgement of my presence, as my lips parted over his enormous mushroom head. He tastes amazing. I start impaling my face on his his cock. Working my way down the shaft. Soon his balls are on my chin and his massive meat was buried in my throat. I am unable to breathe with his cock lodged in my airway, but, I feel his nuts tighten up, preparing to empty their load into me, so I endure a few more moments without oxygen to make sure his pleasure is not interrupted. Just as I was about to pass out, he fills my stomach with hot jizz. His cock shooting load after load into me. I raised my head up so his shots filled my mouth, allowing me to savor the flavor of his cum. I then cleaned his cock with my tongue.
His thick meat had competently dominated me and used my mouth.
He stood up, tucked that monster away, and walked away without looking at me or saying a word. I had served my purpose, and was no longer needed.
Nice! I like the feeling of your cock rubbing against mine while we fuck this faggot’s mouth.
The rules were clear.
1. Lose the match….assume the position.
2. Win the match, you get to continue to dominate the loser.
3. Winner enjoys the spoils of victory.
A little duct tape and some spit, for lube, makes the even straightest boy into a “willing” cum dump.
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