Super gay, man. Why do you have gay porn saved on your computer
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Disgusting degen
I mean the Chinese are fixing your problem anyway. Thanks to the overlords and their genetic engineering we will fuck each other dusk to dawn and always have healthy children masha’allah
(not that I think your point means people should not have recreational sex)
Solid reach, I’m sorry when i saved this I thought simply of the symbolism I’ve perceived. That’s normal though as art is open to interpretation I do not share your perverse fantasies of homosexuality.
Delete the gay porn and begin step 1 of your cleansing. You need to admit you have a problem
God damn HOMOSEXUAL PErverts
i like recreation sex but i believe in it with a life partner
You knwo what gets me hard
That at that jawline and those hands and hair UUNGGGHHH
I’m not gay, though, just Appreciating the male Form.
I just hope people go back and read me and huber’s points, we were at least making some sense before,
I’m reading and re-reading them
going to bed, guys. no need for slow dive to slide this anymore.
same point stands though. we can all be good sluts and have children later without health complications god bless the commies
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We both watched the journey of the penetration, mesmerized. He was making an art form out of the fusing of our bodies. Images of the primeval power of the cock in the act of fusion exploded in my head, and I was panting as hard in feeding the cock inside him as he was in receiving it, pulling it deep inside him, moving back off the cock, exposing the shaft bit by bit, to the rim of the glans, and then pulling it back in deep again, squeezing the shaft with the muscles of his passage, pulling off, repeating. And then again and again until he was open and molded to me personally, and I was gliding in and out with both the desired ease and friction. Never before, before making Japanese love, had I fully observed and appreciated the act and art of the penetration and achievement of possession, how intimate and sensual it was. Japanese lovers were showing me so much more about the sensuality and pleasure of man sex. We embraced and kissed as we rocked against each other and he fucked himself on my cock.
I gave him full control that first time, loosely wrapping my arms around him, clutching his buttocks as he was clutching mine, and kissing his mouth, his cheeks, and his throat and descending to suck on the bars in his nipples as he moved his hips on the steely hard shaft inside him. At length, he arched his head and torso back, his hair fanned out on the tatami matting, and gave me a glazed-over half smile as, feet flat on the mat on either side of my buttocks, he continued moving on my cock and I stroked him off with my hand, while continuing to have a full view of my cock appearing and disappearing inside him. As his flow ended, mine, peaceful and prodigious, started, and seemed to roll on and on.
Later, we positioned ourselves in one of the deeply recessed, narrow window wells. There were no curtains on the window. I crouched down, my back pressed against one side of the well, my legs spread and my feet flat on the floor, the palms of my hands pressed into the opposite side of the well, while Niho, shoulder blades leveraged against that wall, fists pressed into the hollow of my shoulders, and feet leveraging on the wall behind my back, fucked himself on my cock. All of it was slow, sensual, all in slow-burning passion. None of it in anger or assertion of domination. Since I was doing the penetration, in one sense I was fucking Niho. But in another, more satisfying sense, we were making love.
Daddy stood and took off his trousers and boxers, then sat back down. It was circumcised, not quite as big as Damon’s big black pole, but a respectable thick seven inches. Daddy cupped the back of Bobby’s head and pulled him to a slow sweet kiss. Bobby opened his mouth. Daddy’s tongue slipped in. A long wet kiss. Daddy stroked Bobby’s hair. Bobby gently held Daddy’s cock. He bent down and kissed the shiny helmet. He slid to the carpet between Daddy’s knees.
“Good boy.”
He gave it a wet slurpy kiss. He looked up at Daddy’s Nordic blue eyes and smiled.
“Don’t just suck it, adore it” was the teacher’s motto.
Bobby kissed and licked up and down it. He stroked it gently. He wrapped his lips around the helmet and swirled his tongue around it. He poked his tongue at the slit.
“Mmm.” He growled as he swallowed. He swallowed more. He bobbed hi head up and down. He took it out of his mouth and gave it more sloppy kisses. He fondled Daddy’s balls. All the time ,Daddy was praising him.
“Good Bobby. Beautiful Bobby. My sweet boy. My pretty little boy. Good boy.”
Deeper and deeper he took Daddy. Big hard Daddy.
“Sweet Bobby. So Good.”
Then his reward came. Cum filled his mouth. Daddy gently pushed Bobby back. He pumped cum all over Bobby’s face. Bobby smiled up at Daddy. Daddy smiled back.
Bobby licked his lips. “Thank you Daddy.”