When I first got given the opportunity to bum Floyd Mayweather, Jr. it should have been the pinnacle of my bumming career... yet sadly it all felt a little hollow somehow.
I had no doubts in my mind that Floyd was one of the finest bummers alive today, and had seen footage of him rupturing pelvises and bukkaking entire faces to that affect.
Yet there was always some catch or other. They had to drop 2lbs when their sphincter was going to take the full weight of his cock... they had to gobble him off at a weight they'd never ****** off at before... their best cum-guzzling days had been behind them. Plus, of course, there was always that long-standing accusation that Castillo had wanked off Floyd harder - an accusation that Floyd cited as his wanking arm being damaged on the night.
Perhaps more than anything, I wanted to see him bum Manny Pacquaio. Now, I had no doubt in my mind that Floyd would be able to fill Manny's lower colon with a barrowload of fresh semenal produce, but that wasn't the point... we all needed to SEE it.
I put these concerns to Floyd in bed, when we were both lightly fingering each other's arseholes.
"Y'all done gone hatin'" he yelled, his face etched with righteous fury, "Money May done bum the best there is, I break PPV bumming records... fuck y'all done hatin' - you're not the only one out there to bum, I'mma put up a poll to see who my fans want me to give a bumming to!"
At this I was incensed. "Come on, Floyd," I scolded, "you owe us more than that. We need more than you bumming Amir Khan... he gets KO'd if a dick hits his chin, and Diaz spunked up in his eye."
But there was no holding Floyd's vicious tongue back. "Everyone has to pass the test, there's no one Money Mayweather hasn't left with a limp and an **** bleed. Y'all don't know nuthin' about bumming!"
Well, his anger left me feeling shaken, and my old fella began to go limp as a result of the confrontation. I decided it was best to get dressed and just leave Floyd to it. Maybe he was right after all... maybe I was just a "hater".
As I opened the bedroom door to leave, LarryX bounded in, and instantly attached himself to Floyd's glistening phallus like some kind of cock leech. I could only look on, literally impotent, as Larry merrily chugged on Floyd's syrup totem and gratefully wolfed down the lot.
"Thanks for the lovely drink, mang," gloated Larry, "I guess haters just gonna hate... not like me, I'm your No.1 fan."
I left the room as Larry hoisted down his pants and wiped away the congealed cum from his anus, eager for Floyd to deliver a fresh deposit.
In a way, I felt that I'd done the right thing, and gotten away at the right time. But part of me felt that while I'd got what I wanted, in some other ways I'd lost what I had.
I had no doubts in my mind that Floyd was one of the finest bummers alive today, and had seen footage of him rupturing pelvises and bukkaking entire faces to that affect.
Yet there was always some catch or other. They had to drop 2lbs when their sphincter was going to take the full weight of his cock... they had to gobble him off at a weight they'd never ****** off at before... their best cum-guzzling days had been behind them. Plus, of course, there was always that long-standing accusation that Castillo had wanked off Floyd harder - an accusation that Floyd cited as his wanking arm being damaged on the night.
Perhaps more than anything, I wanted to see him bum Manny Pacquaio. Now, I had no doubt in my mind that Floyd would be able to fill Manny's lower colon with a barrowload of fresh semenal produce, but that wasn't the point... we all needed to SEE it.
I put these concerns to Floyd in bed, when we were both lightly fingering each other's arseholes.
"Y'all done gone hatin'" he yelled, his face etched with righteous fury, "Money May done bum the best there is, I break PPV bumming records... fuck y'all done hatin' - you're not the only one out there to bum, I'mma put up a poll to see who my fans want me to give a bumming to!"
At this I was incensed. "Come on, Floyd," I scolded, "you owe us more than that. We need more than you bumming Amir Khan... he gets KO'd if a dick hits his chin, and Diaz spunked up in his eye."
But there was no holding Floyd's vicious tongue back. "Everyone has to pass the test, there's no one Money Mayweather hasn't left with a limp and an **** bleed. Y'all don't know nuthin' about bumming!"
Well, his anger left me feeling shaken, and my old fella began to go limp as a result of the confrontation. I decided it was best to get dressed and just leave Floyd to it. Maybe he was right after all... maybe I was just a "hater".
As I opened the bedroom door to leave, LarryX bounded in, and instantly attached himself to Floyd's glistening phallus like some kind of cock leech. I could only look on, literally impotent, as Larry merrily chugged on Floyd's syrup totem and gratefully wolfed down the lot.
"Thanks for the lovely drink, mang," gloated Larry, "I guess haters just gonna hate... not like me, I'm your No.1 fan."
I left the room as Larry hoisted down his pants and wiped away the congealed cum from his anus, eager for Floyd to deliver a fresh deposit.
In a way, I felt that I'd done the right thing, and gotten away at the right time. But part of me felt that while I'd got what I wanted, in some other ways I'd lost what I had.
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