Matt 26z

Sleeping Bladewire: My erection almost popped out of my pants when I looked through the crack in the gay bathouse door. I had come in unexpectedly about eight thirty. My plans had been to be back sometime around midnight since Bladewire's daddies were away on one of their "discovery weekends"; they set the rules that Bladewire was not to be fucked. After all he had a gaping hole that requires double dicking.

Sleeping Bladewire: Sometimes he could a real faggot but still I was a little protective of "red fredding" him. But this was a real long time ago before his username was green. When I first walked into the private room I was met with what looked like an orgy. There on the counter was four empty bottles of lube and across the room two bottles of poppers drained of their fumes along with Russian vodka and Trump steaks. At first I was more interested in the steaks; starved having not eaten but the sound of CurrentlySober farting was what caught my attention.