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[TAKES HIM BACK TO HIS APARTMENT]

"so is this ur girlfriend"
"yea she hasn't been over since the lockdown began..."
"she's hot, she's got nice tits... you like to suck on them tits, huh?" [STARES AT HIS MOUTH KNOWING WHAT THOSE LIPS LIKE TO DO]

lol

I am going to shower thinking about painfuly white MAGA bro

and how I'm SETTLING... sigh... but at least the ass is good.

I could be fucking right now but I didn't want to have to cram sex into less than an hour before he gotta go to work I'd rather get it afterward...

w01f you gotta give them a few beers first or DOC before just shoving my BBC inside someone... srsly dog
 
w01fg4ng said:
So you never hear them say, " is it in yet?"
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LOL

I get

"Is ALL OF IT in yet?"

to which I normally report...
"half of it is..."
"only the head"
"a few more inches to go"

and norm in the last scenario I just give 'em all of it

to which my body builder total bottom fuckbud would say "ok I don't need all of it, wow, this is the first time I'm complaining about too much dick!"
 
right now I'm gettin' out of the shower, thinking about hot painfully white MAGA bros defying lockdown orders in locker rooms across america... locker room talk, locker room blow jobs, locker room hand jobs, locker room glances...

absentee ballots covered in covid as I'm watching him strip off sweat-laden blue jeans
american flag printed cotton facemask {made in china}
hanes briefs, not boxers, and an uncut schlong falls out, half-erect from locker room talk...
I am already fully naked and too high on drugs to give a fuck when I turn around and he notices my even longer dick
the doom pussy is cumming
 
galaxy note 7 which never blew up sticking out of his pants, next to his dick which is about to blow up
ten year old socks with holes so big they are more for catching leg sweat from dripping into the shoe than preventing shoestank
a bottle of odor eaters and ten milligram oxy contins in his locker (i can make you feel less pain than those pills bb just hold still and think pleasant thoughts)
jenna jameson print out in the back of the locker, next to keys, a wallet, a wedding ring (no tan line and not due to painful whiteness; he is divorced hot)
 
"hey bro I bet your girl doesn't know how to deepthroat that anaconda..."

{silence is golden}

"yeah I didn't think so, girls don't know how... they don't have one... they don't get how good it feels..."

I snort some substance out of my locker, to which he looks intrigued. "I have enough to share, but let's fuck first"

{hot}

stroking dicks, sideways glances - everyone still home during lockdown, the PIGS have just left
I stare at the hand-written ticket scribbled out by a middle school dropout barely able to pass a piss test - how pathetic. He will beat this ticket. The man cannot keep us down.
he has a bottle of hydroxychloroquine.

"I've been taking it every day," he says. "Do you see me dying of the china virus?"
"No, no I don't..." pause for construction of a lie, "I'm so glad we have leaders who care" {REPRESSED LAUGHTER, my mouth doesn't move, too anesthetized from whatever drug I am doing}
his arms are huge. no steroids or needles in his locker. could this bro be all natural?

He stinks. So do I, but this is some bestial from the swamp smell as if his fuck pad must reek more than any college dormitory or communal bathroom known to man. There's something about this repulsion attraction feel, masculine bros turning to animals. Barbie doll girls: perverse and innocence at the same time. Being fucked by a flower, or forcefully held down and penetrated by the wolf. There is something erotic about these extremes.

I have a print out of Brittany Murphy in my locker. He notices and approves.

"Yeah she's hot... would have banged." I say sadly. "Getting much during lockdown? I'm sure the ladies are looking."

Looking. But keeping their distance.

How I know all too well. CPT is here now
 
"Yeah well you can't blame them. The LAMEstream media LIES to the women and we can't blame them. They put those girly boys on the television to tell the news, those androgynous freaks. Mascara. Lipstick. Eye shadow. Tweezed eyebrows. Designer haircuts. That's not what a real man looks like."

I let out a belch and crack a beer.

"You're not supposed to be drinking in here."

"I know that, but where's the fun in playing by the rules?"
 
the lights are clicked off, the lock slides shut
the last guy left the locker room and it is around closing hours; at least, the shorter hours thanks to the deep state RUINING small business practices, how I yearn for his pockets to swell deeper with more money so I can suggest sexier and more exotic locations in the earth other than this dank locker room for us to rendezvous to....
"We're good for a while?" I ask. I don't like being interrupted; it reminds me of my parents walking in on me while I was masturbating one too many times too many years ago. So much repressed trauma.
"I have no one to go home to," he begins. He's been alone. Totally alone this whole time. I can hear the anger and aggression in his voice when he says this; it replaces the sadness. It is an uncomfortable sensation and I want to help him feel better. It seems he is willing.
He puts on SLAYER's GOD HATES US ALL.
It is the DEEP STATE SOUTH and most people here are Jesus freaks. I know not to make comments impressed by his taste in metal. I let it slip that I was going to go to a metal show before the lockdown caused all the show cancellations.
This doesn't get him to stop thinking about his deep loneliness imposed by the DEEP STATE.
"I only get out once a day and haven't had anyone over for weeks," I neglect to tell him I'm fresh off the BAT FLU and have been self-quarantining so he doesn't get THE LUNG PLAGUE. The BAT FLU. We're fighting the WAR ON CHINA and my cock is a missile headed for Beijing, except it's making a few pit stops along the way. Cocks in the China Flu. Vaginas faking orgasm; poorly censored Japanese porn enters my mind. In Korea they are homophobic but will eat dogs. I'd rather eat a cock. Save the world, suck a dick.
"How many sets do you do? Do you mind if I...?" looking at his arms. It is very dark but he can see where my eyes are looking. He presents his arm proudly because this is instinctual and he cannot stop himself and neither can I...
I reach out and grab it. I laugh, "whoa!" and before you know it I am pinned... softly, against the cold metal locker.
The feeling of these air vent slots pressed against my skin reminds me of my childhood, nodding out on opiates in public schools, face leaning into this cold metal... gasping for air without anyone noticing...
His lips are sweeter than the stank of his body, as if he's been eating granola bars and figs.
There's no more need for words, he will want to picture a cunt and tits in his mind now.
 
I reached over to pound the rest of my beer. I'm going to want to be a little more buzzed if I am going to hook up with him. I unbutton his pants. He's not hard yet. This is hot. He's not repressed. He's not into me. This is going to be a challenge and somehow I know it's going to happen. I'm already rock hard. His facial hair pressing into me, his aggressive tongue, the odor emanating from him that should otherwise encourage nausea, his callous, dried, worked out hands on my body. He's beyond hairy and while I have some body hair this is wonderful. I don't have to use words, I know it's been a while. As soon as my hand is working his dick up and down it's starting to get hard and he's making this sound like he's closer to orgasm than a full erection at this point. I slow down. I lightly slap his shoulders, his pecs, his abs. I grunt in approval and this helps him get harder - he doesn't find this erotic but the body sensations are being interpreted as PLEASURE and it's dark enough where his mind is thinking more about some whore than me anyways. This is hot.

I do not need to be the object of desire in your mind.

I'll never know what your mind is doing anyways, what the fuck do I care? Do you want to know what my mind is thinking about when I cum? I've never been asked before, at least that I can remember. Often it is the partner I am with. Sometimes it is not. Whatever gets your rocks off.

He's visibly wanting hands on his dick now. I'm playing with his balls, his taint. He doesn't want me to go lower I am sure; would I? No. Gotta shower the COVID out of his crack first. It's probably got sweat from head to toe circulating all up in his ass crack, a stench so foul I won't begin to describe or readers will gag. I go back to jerking it while playing with his balls: this is it. It's all he can take for ROUND ONE. He shoots thick rope like strings of cum onto his hairy chest, contorting and groaning and growling like a wild beast; fists clenched, occasionally headed toward his dick as if his body doesn't realize it's not his hands causing his orgasm...
 
Captain.Heroin said:
Gotta shower the COVID out of his crack first.
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This seems like a valid excuse that could come in handy in a lot of scenarios imo.

If you need a tech on how to clean up your cocaine, for example, WWYD? Or if someone on your team just scored the winning goal and you'd like to congratulate him by spanking his ass, WWYD?





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