nsfw – Page 47 – sausagewithgirth

You are doing great, just try to go down a little deeper.

Ahhhh…fuck yeah! That feels unbelievable. I am buried deep in your throat. I can see your neck stretching around my cock. I can feel it moving under my thumbs, that’s incredible. This position lets you take the whole thing. Don’t panic, I will let you breath, when you need to. But right now just keep massaging my meat with your throat. Yeah, just like that. Now swallow!

Hop in, I’ll take you for a ride.

It’s OK, the other guys have left. It’s just you and me now. You can look. Go ahead, check out my cock. I know you are curious. Now is your chance. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. It’s obvious why you are here. You have been standing there for the past ten minutes with your little dick in your hand and yet you have not pissed. You must be here for some reason other than to drain your bladder.

Just slide over here next to me. That way if someone walks in, we can pretend to be two guys taking a leak. Yeah, now just reach over and touch it. Feels good doesn’t it? That’s what a real man’s cock feels like. Nice and thick. Go ahead, stroke it a little. Get a good grip on it. That’s it, you are a natural, just keep at it like that. Jerk me off. Make me feel good.

He does not have to say a word. He just smirks knowingly and walks to the bedroom, correctly assuming you will follow.

I found that I get more traction when I wear sneakers in the shower. They allow me to plant my feet securely while bending some random fag over and forcing my cock into them. The fags tend to slip on the soapy floor trying to escape.

Trust me, you are going to love the way it feels in you. It’s only about seven and a half inches long, not much for a fag, like you. What makes it special is the girth. You are going to feel like a virgin getting his cherry popped when this fat cock starts stretching out your cunt.

Sometimes you just gotta take things into your own hands. This was one of those times. I desperately needed to bust a nut, so I stroked myself until my fat cock exploded, shooting hot jizz all over the place. The headboard behind me looks like a fucking Jackson Pollock painting.

Before a long flight, nothing relaxes like spit roasting a fag in some anonymous airport hotel room.

They found him in the lobby bar of the hotel and convinced him to come upstairs for a drink. They told him they had a cooler of cold beers in their room and that it was much cheaper than drinking the overpriced hotel drinks. A few roofied beers later and the guy was taking dick in both ends. He was fucked like a cheap whore. In the morning he would wake up with his holes stretched out and filled with cum, with no memory of how they got that way. While his two rapists were sound asleep on a early morning, cross country

flight, feeling relaxed and spent.

Decorating the faggot.

Making sure he looks his best before all of his friends arrive for his birthday party.