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“Big Boys Blowout? You mean for fat guys?” “Big and beautiful. And with big wallets too.” I went online and started showing him all the websites dedicated to plus-size guys. They didn’t turn me on, but I figured that somebody out there had to be getting a woody from all that flabby manflesh. So I took out some ads on a couple of those sites, sent out a few e-mail blasts, and advertised in all the gay rags.

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news. After being taken back by the Bowens, I spent most of my money investigating everyone they had bullied in the past. I knew I couldn’t have been the only one, and I wasn’t. When I saw the thick stack of files, I didn’t feel relieved. Not everyone had been as lucky as me. Not everyone had something to save them. I released all the evidence online. The backlash exploded instantly. My parents finally lost all patience with Zane. Going abroad? Not a chance.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

I don't know what to think, the best thing is to let things go their way naturally, besides I don't even know if Gael will want to be with me today, and even if he does, he may not want anything after that, after all it may have been fun for just one day, just like when people go to Vegas, with the only difference that we are in Texas. I take the opportunity to look for him on the internet and find his f******k profile, I go to the photos part, there are many with family captions, I see a photo from a year ago with 3 beautiful girls, his sisters, and apparently beauty is a family gift. I find a photo in which he was tagged, it's from a restaurant with Valentine's Day decoration, he's hugging

“That is fine. So I was talking to my online boy friend about gay men and he was like that they have money and would do anything for younger men who would submit to them.” We grabbed out food trays and headed to our seats and started munching. “hmm, so what are you saying or where are you headed at?” “I am saying that someone that is way sent you a friend request right? We can use it to our advantage by playing into his fantasies.” “That just might work and I need money now because of the community college I want to enroll in.” “Exactly my point. So you can message him.” “But you know I find gay shit weird.” “This is just role play. You do not need to be gay to play with gay men just let the

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l