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Friday, April 11, 2025
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Saturday, March 29, 2025
The Frat Hole Experience
Dylan's Hole
He fucked the hell out of Dylan’s ass, all night long. Dylan, being an anal virgin, didn’t find his roommate’s amorous interest in Dylan’s nether regions particularly enjoyable, at least not at first. But as the night wore on and Dylan’s boy-hole was relentlessly enlarged by his roommate’s over-sized Man-cock, Dylan was surprised to discover that there reached a point where he actually found his roommate’s frantic fucking sexually arousing. So much so that by the time his roommate finally finished with him, the sheets on Dylan’s bed were covered with Dylan’s boy-spunk.
The following afternoon, even though his boy-ass still ached
from the previous night’s assault, it was actually Dylan who initiated their
next sex session by going up to his roommate and assuring him that the next
time he was horny he shouldn’t hesitate in using Dylan’s hole to assuage the
raging need to nut. This was like waving a red cape in front of a bull,
and in less than three minutes Dylan found himself back on his bed, his legs
raised high in the air, as his roommate proceeded to pound out two more
loads of his fuck-seed into Dylan’s now hungry boy-twat. And later that
night, Dylan wasn’t surprised when his roommate spent another hour balls deep in his now cum-sodden boy-hole.
Within a week, Dylan’s roommate was spending every night
with his big Man-cock buried deep inside of his well-worked
fuck-chute. And the two of them might have continued on like this
indefinitely were it not for the fact that Dylan’s roommate flunked out at the
end of that first semester.
Dylan, though, having learned to love having his bunghole
ravished on a nightly basis didn’t miss a beat once his roommate was no longer
there to service his cock-sleeve. He became a regular in the university’s
gym, or to be more precise, in the locker room showers, where he quickly
discovered that there were many fellow students who, just like his departed
roommate, found Dylan’s hole the perfect place to get a nut when they were
horny.
Indeed, Dylan’s availability became sufficiently notorious
that one day the President of the local Sigma Mu chapter stopped by to sample Dylan’s welcoming hole for himself. Suitably impressed both by the tightness of Dylan’s
fuck-hole and the eagerness with which Dylan approached any cock pointed in his
direction, the President inquired if Dylan would like to become a resident cum-dump for the fraternity. Well aware of Sigma Mu’s reputation for
attracting the horniest jocks on campus, Dylan agreed immediately and within a
week he had moved in and began to serve as one of the frat’s fuck-holes.
Two years later, he’s still there, despite the fact that he
dropped out of the university over a year ago. He’s now technically a
handyman employed by the fraternity, but he still spends every day buck-ass
naked, servicing the fraternity brothers with his well-worked asshole just
like before. It may not be as tight as it once was, but what it may have lost in clutch is more than compensated by the exuberance Dylan always
shows whenever there’s a hard cock rummaging around in his fuck-hole.
It's actually pretty amazing considering all the use it’s
seen, but the brothers of Sigma Mu still rave about what a great cunt Dylan has
between his legs. And you don’t have to take their word for it. Dylan’s
available for use by any guest at one of Sigma Mu’s weekly parties and you can
try one or both of his holes for yourself, just like I did. There was a line,
of course, and it took over an hour before I got my chance to shove all of my thick uncut 9.5 inches in his eager hole. All I can say is, he took it like a champ and it was well-worth the wait. But don’t take my word for it. Just go to one of Sigma Mu’s parties and see for
yourself. I’m sure you’ll say the same thing – it was well worth the
wait.
Thursday, March 20, 2025
The Free-Balling Jogger
Trevor's Side Project
Typically, my boss messages me with directions at exactly
7:00 am each day. The nature of my work is a private matter between us.
Essentially, I assist in managing the interests of his company.
The message for today: meet Trevor at 8:00 am at the office; he will
provide further details.
It’s frequent to receive instructions on where to go, with the details coming
later. Overall, Trevor was a decent colleague. We had collaborated on several
projects before, and he consistently presented himself well and maintained a
professional demeanor. No unnecessary complications. That’s crucial in this
field.
In this profession, that's significant. Trevor's distinctive
trait, which stirs controversy within the organization, is that he is openly
gay and a bold sadist. I witnessed him perform acts on another man—harsh,
undeniably sexual acts—that I would not dare to recount; however, they did aid
us in obtaining the necessary intelligence. Our employer prioritizes outcomes
over tactics, and Trevor delivers results. Unlike certain hired thugs, I don’t
object to his approach. It doesn’t bother me at all.
I picked up my keys, wallet, and gun before making my way to the office. Setting the scene aside, I certainly did not anticipate walking in on Trevor in the act of pleasuring a bound and gagged man. It caught me completely off guard.
"Mmmph!! Unnnph!!" the captive whined. It was evident that he was
forced into this situation.
"What’s going on here?" I inquired. "Is this the
assignment?"
Trevor chuckled, glanced up, and greeted me with a grin while continuing to
stroke the defenseless man's erection.
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Timothy Champagne's Drama & Controversies
Exploring Timothy Champagne's Online Presence and the Controversies Surrounding His Persona
Shifting Identities
Timothy Champagne has captured the spotlight in the realm of online content creation, especially on platforms where he engaged with fellow male creators. At the outset, he characterized himself as heterosexual, asserting that his relationships with men were solely motivated by economic gain. However, this perspective shifted over time as he began to identify as bisexual, ultimately evolving into a declaration of being gay. Such transformations in his self-identified sexual orientation have prompted a wave of skepticism from the public. Numerous individuals have accused him of orchestrating these changes in order to craft a more intriguing persona aimed at attracting both attention and financial rewards.
Contradictory Statements
Allegations of dishonesty arise from the glaring inconsistencies found in his public declarations. He has asserted various truths regarding his relationships, emotions, and reasons, only to frequently alter or withdraw these assertions. Such a trend of altering narratives has diminished public confidence, leading to widespread frustration and skepticism among many observers.
Sunday, February 9, 2025
Saturday, January 18, 2025
Dealers Choice
Project Eros
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
The Uninvited Guest
Our Beach Trip
My friend used to say, “You never know where your blessings are going to come from." Don't worry, this story has nothing to do with religion. Some people in the past has found using the word blessing in this type of content to be objectionable or offensive, At the risk of getting myself in trouble, I think I agree with him, especially after what happened on our beach trip. We were all 18 plus at the time this true story took place.
My sister Lisa's friend's boyfriend's brother, Tommy, showed up at my carefully planned beach trip without telling me and insisted on being a part of our trip while explaining he hoped it was okay since his brother had invited him. The car we planned on driving wouldn't hold all of us and our stuff so instead of being a dick (which was plan A) and telling him to fuck off, we drove two cars. Eric, his brother paid for gas as his punishment.Lisa and Christi wouldn't ride separately, and Eric wanted to ride with Christi, so that left me with Tommy. A perfect stranger wearing an ugly ball cap climbed into my car with me. He was very excited because I had the coolest car he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot of cars, apparently. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the four beers he'd consumed while we rearranged the cars.
We had been driving for maybe an hour, during which time Tommy told me all about his fitness regimen (involves staring at girls in yoga pants at the gym and occasionally lifting some free weights) or his mint condition (except for some rust) 1984 Ford something or other and the time he almost got backstage at a Coldplay concert, but he couldn't wait because he had to piss ("like a racehorse,") naturally.
I pulled into the first gas station I saw and sat in the car while Tommy went in to buy some things. I was enjoying the respite from the stream of slightly-drunken consciousness that I'd been subjected to for the last 75 or so miles. When Tommy climbed back in, he flashed his guns at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I almost asked him why did he do that but I decided against it because I didn't wanted him to stop talking. I had no such luck, quiet time lasted a total of 30 seconds.