Master Roshi = Muscle Daddy.   He’s gonna stretch out their sayan throats til they learn not to gag.

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Happy birthday faggot. You don’t remember birthdays do you? Remember freedom? Remember when you were a 6 figure exec? When you had money in the bank? A life? Remember when you were worth something? Nah of course you don’t remember. Well just know if that miserable closet case could see you now… He’d be so happy! You’re not even understanding half of these words are you? Every once in while I wonder if I should have had that hypnotist leave you a tiny shred of your humanity. Just to have someone to talk to…Nooo but you’re only content as a mindless thing. Gurgle for me! That’s is faggot gurgle! Louder dummy louder. Aww that’s so cute I love it.

A Barry Goodman with some very good pits 😳💦

Sebastian Cole, Clay Maverick and Jason Tyler in “Deep South: The Big and the Easy, Part 1″ (2002)

Feel it. boy

I told my stepdad one night in our motel room — we had a habit of booking one on the outskirts of town once a month, mainly to fuck and make out without my mom/his ex-wife knowing — how much I admired his belly. He wasn’t fat; he was beefy and substantial, and it drove me mad. I loved bouncing on his huge cock while rubbing and kissing and worshiping his big daddy belly.

“You could have one, if you wanted. You just gotta cut down on all that exercise you do!”

I laughed, but then sighed. Having a bigger belly would bring me closer to my stepdad, in some vague way; I wanted a belly, but there’s no quick way to get fat, not the size he’d need to get to match his stepdad.

“It takes years, doesn’t it? I want one now... and I don’t think I could keep eating that much. I’ve never had much of an appetite.”

“Hmm, yeah,” my stepdad agreed. But then he got a twinkle in his eye. “I have a different idea.” Next thing I knew, he was balls deep in me, panting about how much he loved me; it was our first time ever without a condom. First times, I should say — we fucked three times that night.

Nine months later and my belly is bigger than his. My stepdad gave me twins that day; my brothers, my sons.

I finally feel my stepdad’s equal with my own huge belly. We fuck nearly every day, rubbing our bellies together — his, a firm, hirsute bedrock of masculinity; mine, also firm, but soft and feminine and maternal. He’s completed me, if only temporarily.

I already told him once I give birth that I’m going to expect more. I’m not going back to having a flat belly with abs. My only future now is endless pregnancy.

He agrees. We threw out the box of remaining condoms. We’ll never need them again.

“You don’t think I’m crazy right? Say it. Say you don’t think I’m crazy. Good boy. Everyone I’ve ever been with says I’m too controlling and jealous. They don’t understand my love. You do don’t you? I want you to smell like me at all times. You’re never to be out of my sight. It’s not cause I want to control you. It’s just cause you’re mine. I feel sick when you’re not right next to me. Rub on my pit. I think my scent is fading”

I have a kid his age, so it’s a little weird. It was at first anyway, but then I got into it. I like the way he’s always ready for me. Obedient and loyal, like a cross between a faithful son and a beloved pet. He purrs when I put my fingers inside of him. He’s kinkier than I am, which I like: he keeps me on my toes and I never quite know what filthy thing is going to emerge from his mouth next.

“Let me be your animal forever, Daddy,” he whispers to me. 

I tell him that I will, but first, I’m going to eat his heart. Gobble him up from the inside out. He shivers at that, giggles, and lets me do things to him that I pray my own son never finds out about. 

My good bud @undietales is in the thick of his celebratory storython, so you’ll be seeing some of the longer pieces popping up here over the next few days, in a salute to his ample… talents.

“Let me be your animal forever, Daddy,” he whispers to me.

 Hot story, @undietales , hope you like my take on it.

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Early mornings with Daddy

A Caged Fag

Hey fags it’s been a while. My gf was super horny the past week so I was fucking her moslty. But that didn’t stop me having fun with my fag.

It drove him crazy that my alpha cock was stretching her pussy and not his. He kept sending my pictures on snapchat of his pussy, and him sniffing my old dirty Calvin’s to try and make me come over and fuck him. He’s so desperate, and it makes me so horny.

I decided that after him being so focused on his clit, that I would cage the fag. Many of you fags and other alphas recommended it, so I went over and locked up his cock.

‘What if I get hard sir, it’ll hurt my cock?’

‘You need to fucking learn that that clit of yours is not where you get pleasure from unless I allow it. I want you to get focused on offering up your pussy and cumming from that alone. Your service should make you horny enough’

‘It does sir I promise. Do you want to try it now?’

Hahaha. I actually laughed out loud at this desperate horny fag. He thought he was clever, but I wasn’t gonna give it to him that easy. I was gonna make him horny af and leave him to stew in it.

I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face in my bulge.

‘Sniff it fag. You smell all that sweat from Rugby training you little whore? You want to taste it?’

‘Yes sir please sir let me taste you cock it’s been so long’

‘No’

I flipped him over, slapped his ass and left.

I want this fag as horny as possible, so his clit busts a useless faggot load just from offering up his pussy.

I left him caged up for 3 more days, and sent him videos of my wanking my cock, and letting my alpha seed land in a tissue instead of his mouth, just to make him squirm and realise what he’s missing. He was sending bad pics of his clit leaking through his cage already. It was time.

I told him to come to my house, since my parents are gone for the week. Something about fucking this fag in my room seemed even sexier. The same place I pound me gf’s pussy. It turned me on for some reason.

He’d only ever been in my room once before and my gf had been there. I saw his eyes fart straight to my dirty socks and boxers in a pile on the floor. I swear this fag kicked his lips hahaha. Slut.

I unlocked his clit and told him not to touch it. He got undressed and bent over in front of me while I got my dick hard looking at his cunt.

‘Can I tell you something sir?’

‘What fag’

‘Before I was your faggot I was so horny for you even then. The time I was her with *gf’s name*, I took a pair of your dirty underwear from you bathroom floor and sniffed them and wanked my faggot cock with them when you two were downstairs. It was so hot sir. Your smell does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s drives me crazy for you sir.’

This fag really is a whore, and clearly he always was. He wasn’t my fag when he did this, and to be honest, the fact that even then, he was a horny little slut who just wanted to experience an ounce of a real man made me rock hard.

I bent him over onto the ground and shoved his face into my pile of dirty sock and underwear.

‘Is that was what you wanted faggot? You fucking cum whore’

He replied with a muffeled ‘Yes sir’ I see the smile on his face. His clit was already hard as a rock, and I held his hands behind my back.

I hadn’t tasted his pussy In so long, so I started by eating his tight pussy out. He was whimpering and thanking me the entire time.

Precum was already leaking from his clit and collecting on my floor.

‘Im ready for you cock sir, please dump your cum in me, my pussy has never felt like this I want to feel every piece of you dick’

I slid my cock in and started slowly fucking his tight pussy. I hate to admit it.l, but this fag still has a better pussy than my gf. Fuck.

He was moaning like the whore he is. And that’s when I felt his body shudder, and he let out a moan I’ve never heard him Make. When I looked down, I could see that he had made a creamy white mess on my floor, he had finally made a full pledged faggot pussy orgasm. I was so proud of my little whore.

I couldn’t hold it any longer and dumped my load in his Pussy. It was definitely the biggest one he’s gotten from me. I had barely pulled my cock out and he already had his hand there waiting to collect my cum and he let it ooze out of his tight pussy and put it his mouth so he could swallow it.

He didn’t want to get up, so I let him lie there for a while sniffing my boxers and socks, his cum covered pussy still in the air.

This fag is second to none. And he makes me so fucking horny.

I made him clean up his mess, locked his clit up and slapped his ass.

He left. Definitely the best fuck yet.

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July 4th Camping Trip

Every Fourth of July weekend my buds and I head out of town for a camping trip. There’s a core group of us that go every year, while other friends join us when they can. Usually we go on some big hiking and climbing trip to some place a few hours away from the city, but this past summer when just went out to a campground that was only about an hour away. We decided it would be a good summer to just drink and spend the weekend tubing.

This year one of my close buddies invited a co-worker on the trip. Dude was fucking hot as shit. Gingery blond hair, a beautiful fucking beard, tall, he was relaxed but commanded everyone’s attention. As soon as I laid eyes on him my cock started to chub and my hole started to ache for his use. I knew I was going to have to rub one out a few times on this trip thinking of being used by this hot stud. I offered my hand, “Sean,” he said. His handshake was firm yet not overly assertive. God, I was so turned on.

The day was a blur. We drank, floated down the river, rough housed. It was a great time. Always enjoyed these trips with my buds. I couldn’t help but check out Sean. He had a perfectly furry chest and a prominent bulge. I couldn’t help but imagine what his cock and balls looked like; the thought of kneeling before him and just taking him all in just turned me on. I quickly put those thoughts aside. This was just supposed to be a relaxing trip; I could jack off thinking about him in my tent tonight… and again tomorrow night. And then at home as much as I wanted. We continued to all just chill and drink.

After we returned to our campsite we got the fire going, food cooking, some of us threw a football back and forth. As we drank more and ate, Sean and I got to know each other. He was a really fantastic guy, just really cool. We ended the night drinking scotch around the campfire. One by one my buds drifted off to their tents to pass out. In the end it was just me and Sean. We sat their laughing and chatting for a little while longer. As the fire began to die out we decided that it was probably best for us to pass out too.

“I need to piss before I pass out.” He looked around. “Think I can make it to the head?”

“I don’t know, man, it’s pretty dark. You could just go up to that tree and piss there. That’s what I did.”

“Yeah, I could. Or I could just piss on the fire.”

“You could.” I laughed. He stood up and pulled his cock out. My jaw dropped. His heavy stream came out quickly. I couldn’t break my stare, his cock was hotter than I imagined. The fire spit and sizzled.

“Like what you see, boy?”

“Oh! Sorry man.” My face went flush.

“It’s alright. I know you’ve been lusting after my dick all day. Why don’t you get over here and taste it.” I wasn’t sure if it was the scotch, my lust, or his voice. Maybe it was all three. I scampered over to him, knelt, and swallow his fat flaccid cock whole. I tasted his piss as a little bit dribbled out. I moaned. It was fucking hot. “Fuck yeah, boy. Suck my cock and swallow the rest of my piss.” He released the last little bit of his piss into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed it down, moaning as I did. Then he began to swell and fill my mouth. I began to work furiously, bobbing back and forth to get him fully erect. As his cock became more engorged he began to fuck my face hard. I gagged, but wanted more. It was so hot to have this stud who I just met a few hours ago fucking my face by a dying fire. The hint of his urine in the air and the last of it in my stomach. Our buds just down a small hill passed out in their tents.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat their worshipping his cock, hearing him grunt and encourage me. I rubbed my own cock trapped beneath my jeans. I stopped looking up at him. “Fuck man. This is so hot.”

“Yeah it is.”

“You want to go back to one of our tents?”

“Sure.” I stood up, he left his massive cock hang out of his fly. We walked down the slope. The water of the river glowed in the moonlight. I had the sudden urge to go jump back in the river.

“Want to go for a swim first?” I ask him. “We could fuck around in the river.”

“I don’t know man.”

“C’mon.” I ran to shore and stripped down to nothing. My cock rock hard in front of me. He followed slowly down. I quietly slipped into the water trying not to wake anyone. “This water is fucking nice, man.” I moved further out, but he remained on shore. His massive cock waiting for me to return. I motioned for him to come out again, he didn’t move. Realizing he wasn’t coming out I swam back to shore. “Not into skinny dipping?”

“It’s not that man. I was just admiring your hot little ass in the moonlight.”

“Yeah? Hot.” I grabbed my clothes.

“Leave them off,” he said. We walked back toward our tents, me stark naked and his cock still hanging free out of his fly. It was one fucking sexy cock. We got to my tent first.

“Ever do poppers?”

“You got poppers?”

“I do.”

“Fucking hot.” I rummaged through my backpack before finally finding what I was looking for. I held the bottle up.

“See.” I motioned for him to sit down.

“Not here,” he said. “We’re too close to everyone.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward this big oak that was between our campsite and the next one. We had no cover from any direction, and we were only ten feet away from anyone. I was excited, were we just going to fuck around right here? “Take a hit and get on your knees.”

I inhaled deeply. The rush was intense, must have been the combination of all the alcohol and the poppers, I was suddenly dizzy as fuck and completely crazed for his cock. He grabbed the bottle from my hands as I sank to the ground. My knees felt cool mud. I swallowed his cock whole again, this time his massive cock went all the way down my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I need to worship his cock so badly. He moaned, his hand gripped the back of my head. He leaned back against the tree and began to pull his cock all the way out of my mouth before shoving himself all the way back in, stretching my throat. It was the most amazing feeling to be his mindless cockslut right there. People sleeping just feet away. I was completely naked, if we were caught he could easily slip his cock back in his pants. But I would be completely exposed. That just made me hotter. I was a bitch, HIS bitch. He was in complete control. My rush began to wear off, I began to gag, and tears welled up. He put the bottle beneath my nostrils again.

“Take a huge hit, faggot.” His whisper hoarse and aggressive. I didn’t think, just obeyed, filling my lungs with as much as I could. My jaw relaxed, my throat opened, I pushed myself as far as I could go on his thick beer can cock. My nose was buried in his wild pubes. I needed to inhale him, I needed to fill my lungs with his scent. “Fuck yeah!” He began to fuck my throat roughly again. Grunting and groaning, calling me the nastiest names he could think of. My hole burned for attention. I reached down and began to rub my pussy, hoping he’d fuck me right there. So what if someone caught us, they’d probably start using me too. I mean after all that was my purpose, I was a faggot cumdump.

I needed air. I took deep breaths looking up at him. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to fuck me. I stood up and leaned in. He grabbed my throat, squeezing lightly. “No, boy. No kissing. You’re my bitch. You do as I say. When I say it. When I want it. No complaints. I own you. Deal?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.” He flipped me around, holding my hard against the tree.

“You got to earn my cum, boy. Jack your fucking cock. Cum for me, boy.”

“Sir, yes, Sir” I began to furiously jack off right there. People sleeping sounding so close, we were completely exposed, I was completely naked. He stared hard into my eyes and held my neck firmly. With his other hand he put the bottle of poppers below my nostrils again.

“One last hit, boy. Then you cum. I want to see you spill your seed all over the ground.”

“Yes. Yes… Sir, yes, Sir.” I breathed in again, letting the poppers overwhelm me. Letting his firm control overwhelm me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was I really Sean’s faggot cumdump? The bark dug into my back. My ass hole yearned for his use. Yes, yes I was. This was so fucking hot. So fucking surprising. I never thought something like this would happen to me this weekend. My balls went firm against my body. I groaned.

“Yeah, boy. You going to cum for me?”

“Fuck, yes, yes, oh god, yes, Sir!” I felt that familiar feeling well up, that bliss, that urgency. Then there it was. I could feel volley after volley of my cum shoot, volley after volley landing hard on the ground.

“Fuck yes, boy. Let it all out.” His hoarse whisper sending me further into orgasmic bliss. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered as my cum just kept coming. It wouldn’t stop. It was so amazing. Fuck yes was all I could think. I was owned, here I was a complete bitch for this stud of a man. What else would he do to me? My orgasm subsided. He let go of my neck. I was completely out of breath. His cock was still fully engorged.

I gasped for air. “Do you want me to finish you off, Sir?”

“No. Not tonight. You did good. Now go to bed. I have plans for you for the rest of this trip. Don’t worry. Be a good boy and you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Go to bed.” He turned, still leaving his cock out. I followed. When I got to my tent I paused and looked at him again. We caught eachother’s eyes just before we zipped our tents up. The cool air across my body felt so nice. I was exhausted and drunk. He grabbed his cock, began jacking off, and zipped his tent closed. Quietly I hoped to hear him groan as he came all over himself. I couldn’t fight off sleep and before I heard anything from him I passed out.

Needless to say, that was one of the best Fourth of July camping weekends I have ever been on. And as far as I know, none of my buds have any clue what Sean and I got up.

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I was still in the bathroom, getting myself ready, when he walked in.

“Hey, so how do I look?” he asked.

I turned my head and almost changed my mind about going out that evening when I looked at him. His shirt was completely unbuttoned. My eyes went straight to his exposed, hairy torso, the same one that I had been ravaging the past couple of days since he arrived. We don’t see each other as often as I would like, but when he’s in town, we fuck like rabbits.

But we decided that we should go out this evening and go to a few gay bars. I told him that maybe we’ll pick up someone and bring him home and have fun together. He looked like it was Christmas morning from the way he reacted to the possibility of a 3-way.

“Never done that before.” he informed me one time after I told him about a 3-way that I had.

I intended to change that and give him every fantasy that he ever had.

Still, looking at him at that moment, I felt a bit possessive, and maybe I wanted to keep him all to myself and not share him with anyone else. That was rather hypocritical, I thought to myself, since I was already sharing him with his wife of many years, and I was the one who had no right over him.

I looked down and noticed that he had removed his wedding ring. That was when I knew that he was ready to play, and we should really go out that evening. I knew that this was something he had to experience, and I was more than happy to make it happen for him.

“You look more than fine. In fact, I think you may have to fight off a lot of men who would love to run their hands all over that sexy chest of yours.” I replied to him.

He just smiled as he looked at me, his hands on his hips, looking incredibly sexy and desirable.

“OK, let’s go!” I said to him as we walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand.

Still, I couldn’t help replaying the conversation I had just a couple of days ago before he arrived.

“Now you make sure you take care of your dad, Jason. He’s not used to the big city, and he might get lost or get stuck somewhere. Just don’t leave him wondering all by himself, you hear?”

“Yes mom. I’ll make sure I’ll take good care of him.”

{This story continues here}

Mimikyu 64 by Alan Bao

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