LOGINORGY PARTY: YOU'RE ANTI-GAY? LET MY DICK🍆 TEACH YOU HOW 5.I took a handful of Gerald's hair and kept my fist locked in, holding his head steady between us. The other man—Melvin— walked over to the camera and the recording light flickered red, then he stepped in close on the other side, standing in front of Gerald so our thick cocks pressed together against the boy’s flushed face. We moved at the same slow pace. I guided the dark, spit-slick head of my cock to one corner of Gerald’s mouth while Melvin pressed his own heavy head to the opposite corner. Together we pushed forward, inch by careful inch, forcing both thick shafts between those thin lips at once.Gerald’s eyes went wide in shock as his mouth stretched wider than it ever should have. His tiny lips went tight and pale around the combined girth, the soft flesh forced to its absolute limit as the two dark cocks sank deeper side by side. The sight alone pulled a low, rough groan out of my chest at the exact same moment Melvin
ORGY PARTY: YOU'RE ANTI-GAY? LET MY DICK🍆 TEACH YOU HOW 4.I kept feeding Gerald my cock in short, shallow strokes, the thick head sliding over his tongue and pressing against the soft back of his throat. His thin lips stayed stretched tight around the dark shaft, spit already shining on his chin. The other man stood close, watching, eyes dark with hunger and desire, his own heavy cock hanging hard and already dripping precious to the floor.“I don't mind sharing him at all.”I mumbled and gripped Gerald’s hair tighter, locked eyes with him, and slammed forward once, really hard. My cock punched deep into his throat in a single brutal thrust. Gerald gagged violently, throat convulsing around me, body jerking. A wet, choked sound ripped out of him as he almost choked; tears spilled instantly from the corners of his eyes and ran down his flushed cheeks. I held him there for two full seconds, feeling the desperate flutter of his throat muscles, then yanked him off by the hair.My cock
ORGY PARTY: YOU'RE ANTI-GAY? LET MY DICK🍆 TEACH YOU HOW 3I kept my voice low, almost gentle against the wet noise of the room.“Get on your knees.”Gerald’s eyes flickered. Hesitation lived there for half a second — it spelt pride, fear, the last stubborn scrap of the boy who had shouted homophobic words outside my office — then it died. Surprisingly, his knees hit the polished floor with a soft thud. He was already breathing hard, chest rising and falling under the hoodie.I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, slowly, with possessive strokes from the crown to the nape. I had known this moment was coming. I had known his loud homophobic mouth was just the armor of a boy who had never felt a real man open him up. He had never had a bad black man fuck him with a good, thick cock. That was the real reason he spent so much energy hating what he secretly craved.I cupped his chin and tilted his face up. His skin was hot under my palm.“Have you ever had a bad black man fuc
ORGY PARTY: YOU'RE ANTI-GAY? LET MY DICK🍆 TEACH YOU HOW 2.Gerald turned on his heel, shoulders tight, already angling for the door he had just walked through. I caught his wrist before he took a second step.“We agreed,” I said, voice low enough that only he could hear over the bass and the wet sounds of fucking. “One hour. Thirty minutes minimum. You’re not walking out at the two-minute mark.”He spun to face me, mouth already opening to spit something nasty. That was when I saw it — the thick, obvious bulge straining the front of his jeans. His cock was hard, fully hard, pressing against the denim like it was trying to punch its way out. He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were locked past my shoulder, fixed on a scene a few feet away.A tall, broad-shouldered man had a boy about Gerald’s age folded nearly in half on a low padded bench. The boy’s knees were shoved up to his own shoulders, ankles locked behind the man’s neck. The man’s thick cock was buried to the hilt in the boy’s s
ORGY PARTY: YOU'RE ANTI-GAY? LET MY DICK🍆 TEACH YOU HOW 1I stood on the steps of my office block that afternoon and watched the little protest dissolve. A handful of protesters still lingered with their cardboard signs, faces twisted in the same old mix of fear and borrowed rage. Gerald was the loudest. Always had been. He was Elite College of Pharmacy’s self-appointed anti-queer mouthpiece, twenty-one years old, with a tight little body he tried to hide under oversized hoodies, and a mouth that never stopped running about how faggots like me were a disease."Gerald?" I called his name once.He turned, still talking shit to the two boys beside him, then strutted over like he owned the concrete. Up close I could smell the cheap cologne and the nervous sweat underneath it.“Inside,” I said. Nothing more.He followed me into my office, still talking about how disgusting we were. Me in particular. I just let him. When the door clicked shut I leaned against the edge of my desk, arms fold
MY GREEDY HOLE GETS FISTED 🍆✊ 2.He went slow, twisting his hand gently as it advanced, letting my body adjust to each new fraction of width. I felt the thick ridge of his knuckles pressing harder and harder against my rim. The stretch burned deep, a sharp, constant pressure that forced the tight ring of muscle to yield millimeter by millimeter. My breath came in short, shaky gasps.“Ahhh—fuck—Victor—” I moaned, the sound cracking high in my throat.When the widest part of his knuckles finally popped past the tight outer ring, a raw, broken cry tore out of me — pure, shocked ecstasy. My hole clamped down hard around his wrist in a sudden, involuntary squeeze. Victor let out a low, rough groan from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through the air between us.“Fucking bastard… you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, voice thick. “Clenching on me like that…”He kept pushing. His thick wrist followed, the skin sliding in with a wet, slick sound as more of his forearm entered me. I fe







