My list of ***ual exploits

[miron_lang]

5 Star thread IMO

[TBear]

You were drunk, I didn't expect you to remember!

[ßringer]

TBear - B+. I was pleasantly surprised by not only how well this ****fest turned out, but also by the magnanimous nature TBear displayed in the aftermath. It wasn't my usual style, but TBear insisted that we take it slow. "Why slow?" I queried. "Two reasons. Reason one being that I want to introduce you to a new style of ass ****ing, the style of slow and sensuous" He replied. "...And the other?" I asked. "Because I'm 376 years old" he retorted.

TBear started out gently rimming my **** cavity before we took turns slowly teasing each other's c*cks with our tongues. We engaged in foreplay for about 20 minutes while we waited for the viagra to breathe life into his long dead c*ck. When it was time, TBear tickled my perineum with the tip of his withered geriatric d*ck before slowly inserting himself inside of my now eager starfish.

He ****ed me slowly and passionately for the better part of 13 minutes before abruptly ending the session just as I'd spewed all over his plastic covered couch. "Why did you stop?" I asked. "Matlock is coming on" he responded.

As I was leaving TBear told me that he'd secretly recorded our encounter and that it would be uploaded to the internet by the following morning.

[NearHypnos]

Lmao@ Piggy and PB32

[ßringer]

Poet - A+. I can honestly say that I expected this one to be bad going in, but I was in a dry spell and found myself in desperate need for a hole to unload my love pudding inside of - ANY hole.

The night started off well with Poet inviting me over to his mother's basement where we ended up sharing a TV dinner and watching old "Buck Rogers" reruns. As the night wore on I could tell he was incredibly lonely and began questioning if I were a bad person for exploiting this simply for ***ual gratification. That doubt eventually dissipated once Poet made his move.

After some mutual fondling on the couch we stripped each other down and began foreplay. I was very impressed that his breasts were larger than those of any girl I'd ever ****ed before, so I spent quite a while playing with his *******. Even when completely naked, he was as shy as anybody I'd ever met and I could see that he just wasn't comfortable enough to really enjoy what was going to happen, so I slipped a roofie in his mountain dew while he wasn't looking.

Pretty soon Poet was passed completely-the-**** out and I began to have my way with his jiggly ass. I was kind of weirded out by all the 80s hair metal band tattoos he'd tattooed all over his ass cheeks, but I managed to put it out of my mind while I did the deed.

Poet woke up before I could finish but he was still groggy and defenseless so, at the point of ******, I rolled his fat ass over, squeezed his flappy man t*ts together, and thrust my c*ck between them until I unloaded several ropes of stringy homemade yogurt all over his Woody Allen glasses.

Poet passed out again shortly after I'd given him a bountiful facial and, not wanting to be around when he woke up, I quickly dressed myself and left the house.

[samouraï]

Pretty Boy32 - D-. We had some fun but we couldn't climax because he reacted so oddly to every bumping noise we made together. I'd be ****ing him in his ****** w*gger ass and the bed would rock and he'd instantly jump up and check the entire house for an intruder named Larry.

This and squealpiggy

[Miburo]

Bringer confirmed Lounge slut

[Spray_resistant]

This is pretty creative and not as easy to do actually, I know from the pwntender I was in. Coming up with this stuff off the fly takes talent, focus, and imagination.

[ßringer]

This is pretty creative and not as easy to do actually, I know from the pwntender I was in. Coming up with this stuff off the fly takes talent, focus, and imagination.

...and whiskey. Lots of whiskey.

[Spray_resistant]

...and whiskey. Lots of whiskey.

I lost it since I quit drinking for good, you get crazy ideas with intoxicants.