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A.nal with AJ
I'd always enjoying following the bummings at heavyweight, and I didn't mind Anthony Joshua so much. In fact, I thought he had a lot of unfair criticism of his bumming prowess, and he was quite the dish.
Yet lately I'd started to cool to the entire division, as it seemed to get overly corporate. Discussions between the top heavies were no longer about who'd get whose **** in whose arsehole first, but about who'd pay for the condoms, or who'd pay for the AIDS test afterwards. It was getting so that AJ would charge you $100 for him to teabag you, and it seemed to be missing the whole point of bumming IMO.
However, there was a gap in AJ's window - and in his gaping arsehole - so I offered to fill both.
Well, we felt each other out in the bedroom for a time, and then after seven minutes of gently feeling each other up, AJ knocked me onto the bed with his chopper.
There was no real surprise in this - after all, AJ is so well endowed that if he had his **** cut off he'd be able to campaign as a supermiddle. However, what DID surprise me was how overeager he got for the bumming.
I dunno what he was doing, but it was as if he thought I'd never tasted cock before, and rushed in, lowering himself down to my height to suck me off, and flailing wildly, trying to get a good wank going.
I was amazed, as I'm known for a good chin to take a lot of cock, and I'm known for my very fast wanking hands that have been used to wank hundreds of men's cocks... though not in a gay way.
I couldn't believe my luck as he decided to go ****-to-**** with me, knowing this was my territory, and I quickly took out my rock-hard taddywhacker and cracked him on the top of the head with it.
Well, fuck me. Next thing I know, his legs looked like Amir Khan getting off a fairground ride, and he's gone all stiff - though not in a good way. In fact, it was like watching a Frank Bruno highlight reel.
I **** slapped a few more times and he was all over the place. By the time I'd finished slapping him in the mush with my glistening phallus he'd gone down to the floor like a *** that had dropped a penny.
He got up, but it wasn't long before I put him down again, and I wondered if ever he'd be able to take my bell end all the way.
He staggered back to my arm chair and started asking what had gone on... what day of the week was it? Where had I put my **** - was it up his arse, in his eye, up his nose, what? He was completely out of it... the daft cunt was about as a coherent as an NSB post from Larry.
Some say I let him off the bumming hook, but I always knew I had it in me to bum him into the middle of next week, and by this stage AJ was blowing hard - again, not in a good way. As I kept up the pressure, by this stage actually spunking up in his face, I could see him keep dabbing his nose as fluid fell from it.
A few more minutes and I'd ****slapped him to the floor again, and he was ready to capitulate, turning his back on me so I had full exposure to his arse.
Some say he quit and offered me his arsehole with no resistance. I dunno about that. All I do know is that he was so out of it, when I asked what he fancied to drink he said "half past 10 on a Tuesday"... he didn't know where he was.
It was a strange night, seeing him there like that, his eyes pouring white tears as I'd unloaded my full sac load into his face.
Did he underestimate my powers of bumming? Did he overestimate his own? Was he never that good at bumming in the first place? These were all questions that lay in the air unanswered, as he staggered out to get his rectum sewn back up.
I'd well and truly bummed him, and the only pain I felt was a throbbing bell as I'd just opened up a ****** sphincter. Tomorrow might bring clarity and answers for AJ, but today only offered him the ability to fart blood.
Yet lately I'd started to cool to the entire division, as it seemed to get overly corporate. Discussions between the top heavies were no longer about who'd get whose **** in whose arsehole first, but about who'd pay for the condoms, or who'd pay for the AIDS test afterwards. It was getting so that AJ would charge you $100 for him to teabag you, and it seemed to be missing the whole point of bumming IMO.
However, there was a gap in AJ's window - and in his gaping arsehole - so I offered to fill both.
Well, we felt each other out in the bedroom for a time, and then after seven minutes of gently feeling each other up, AJ knocked me onto the bed with his chopper.
There was no real surprise in this - after all, AJ is so well endowed that if he had his **** cut off he'd be able to campaign as a supermiddle. However, what DID surprise me was how overeager he got for the bumming.
I dunno what he was doing, but it was as if he thought I'd never tasted cock before, and rushed in, lowering himself down to my height to suck me off, and flailing wildly, trying to get a good wank going.
I was amazed, as I'm known for a good chin to take a lot of cock, and I'm known for my very fast wanking hands that have been used to wank hundreds of men's cocks... though not in a gay way.
I couldn't believe my luck as he decided to go ****-to-**** with me, knowing this was my territory, and I quickly took out my rock-hard taddywhacker and cracked him on the top of the head with it.
Well, fuck me. Next thing I know, his legs looked like Amir Khan getting off a fairground ride, and he's gone all stiff - though not in a good way. In fact, it was like watching a Frank Bruno highlight reel.
I **** slapped a few more times and he was all over the place. By the time I'd finished slapping him in the mush with my glistening phallus he'd gone down to the floor like a *** that had dropped a penny.
He got up, but it wasn't long before I put him down again, and I wondered if ever he'd be able to take my bell end all the way.
He staggered back to my arm chair and started asking what had gone on... what day of the week was it? Where had I put my **** - was it up his arse, in his eye, up his nose, what? He was completely out of it... the daft cunt was about as a coherent as an NSB post from Larry.
Some say I let him off the bumming hook, but I always knew I had it in me to bum him into the middle of next week, and by this stage AJ was blowing hard - again, not in a good way. As I kept up the pressure, by this stage actually spunking up in his face, I could see him keep dabbing his nose as fluid fell from it.
A few more minutes and I'd ****slapped him to the floor again, and he was ready to capitulate, turning his back on me so I had full exposure to his arse.
Some say he quit and offered me his arsehole with no resistance. I dunno about that. All I do know is that he was so out of it, when I asked what he fancied to drink he said "half past 10 on a Tuesday"... he didn't know where he was.
It was a strange night, seeing him there like that, his eyes pouring white tears as I'd unloaded my full sac load into his face.
Did he underestimate my powers of bumming? Did he overestimate his own? Was he never that good at bumming in the first place? These were all questions that lay in the air unanswered, as he staggered out to get his rectum sewn back up.
I'd well and truly bummed him, and the only pain I felt was a throbbing bell as I'd just opened up a ****** sphincter. Tomorrow might bring clarity and answers for AJ, but today only offered him the ability to fart blood.
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