I'd watched the bumming career of Ping Ping "Manny" Pacquaio with great interest over the years. It seemed that whenever he stepped up a weight class, his impressive g****s would seem to grow with him, and his production of fresh, piping hot jizz would grow exponentially.
When he was walking around at 120lbs he was easily able to bukkake the faces of other 120lbs men, but I had my doubts that he could repeat the feat at 147lbs without leaving at least the forehead untainted by a deluge of love sap.
However, to my continual surprise, he was constantly able to do so, leading me to the conclusion that he could walk around as a heavyweight with balls to match... and also the su****ion that he might be using some artificial means to help him reach some achievements.
The concept that someone would use nefarious means to increase their output of love syrup was one that caused me much consternation, but such worries were often put to one side as soon as he showed everyone his pleasant smile, and charming manners.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," he would say at the end of a bukkake party, "I hope evelybody happree... ahhhhhhhhhh... It nothing pelsonar when I spunk in everyone's eyes.... ahhhhhhhhhhh... I just do my job."
Sadly, he had seen a bit of a decline by the time I'd finally got to bum him, and I felt I'd missed his best. He'd sit on the edge of my bed with cramps in his legs, while Freddie Roach would massage his calves, saying to him "Manneeeeeee... youuuuuu gotta produuuuuce morrrre cummmmmm, sonnnnnn.... you took a round of bumming offfff therrrrrre, but tryyyyy to make sommmmme cummmmm."
I could only agree with Freddie's assessment. For every three minutes of being bummed by Manny, I'd find that two of those minutes saw my **** cavity do all the work. When he did thrust, it was good, but it wasn't his best bumming.
After a time, I suggested that it wasn't working for me, and that maybe he should just suck me off instead. At such a delightful suggestion Manny's eyes lit up, and he eagerly assumed such a task.
Unfortunately for me, he got carried away, and rushed headlong onto my chopper.... my seething bell end hit him square on the chin and he lay motionless on my bedroom floor for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes.
When he finally came round I asked him what went wrong, and if he'd ever suck me off again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh", he explained, "I got overeager when I saw cock and ahhhhhhhh I rush in, I no take time, and cock knock me ourt. This is ahhhhhhh... sport of bumming ahhhhhh these things happen in bumming, I take more time if we bum again, but I vely happree to bum you again. I go back to gym, maybe tly bumming Blandan Lios to get plactise, then we bum again."
They were delightful words that filled my heart with joy. Things hadn't gone well between us, but I knew then that our future still had the hope of happiness.
When he was walking around at 120lbs he was easily able to bukkake the faces of other 120lbs men, but I had my doubts that he could repeat the feat at 147lbs without leaving at least the forehead untainted by a deluge of love sap.
However, to my continual surprise, he was constantly able to do so, leading me to the conclusion that he could walk around as a heavyweight with balls to match... and also the su****ion that he might be using some artificial means to help him reach some achievements.
The concept that someone would use nefarious means to increase their output of love syrup was one that caused me much consternation, but such worries were often put to one side as soon as he showed everyone his pleasant smile, and charming manners.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," he would say at the end of a bukkake party, "I hope evelybody happree... ahhhhhhhhhh... It nothing pelsonar when I spunk in everyone's eyes.... ahhhhhhhhhhh... I just do my job."
Sadly, he had seen a bit of a decline by the time I'd finally got to bum him, and I felt I'd missed his best. He'd sit on the edge of my bed with cramps in his legs, while Freddie Roach would massage his calves, saying to him "Manneeeeeee... youuuuuu gotta produuuuuce morrrre cummmmmm, sonnnnnn.... you took a round of bumming offfff therrrrrre, but tryyyyy to make sommmmme cummmmm."
I could only agree with Freddie's assessment. For every three minutes of being bummed by Manny, I'd find that two of those minutes saw my **** cavity do all the work. When he did thrust, it was good, but it wasn't his best bumming.
After a time, I suggested that it wasn't working for me, and that maybe he should just suck me off instead. At such a delightful suggestion Manny's eyes lit up, and he eagerly assumed such a task.
Unfortunately for me, he got carried away, and rushed headlong onto my chopper.... my seething bell end hit him square on the chin and he lay motionless on my bedroom floor for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes.
When he finally came round I asked him what went wrong, and if he'd ever suck me off again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh", he explained, "I got overeager when I saw cock and ahhhhhhhh I rush in, I no take time, and cock knock me ourt. This is ahhhhhhh... sport of bumming ahhhhhh these things happen in bumming, I take more time if we bum again, but I vely happree to bum you again. I go back to gym, maybe tly bumming Blandan Lios to get plactise, then we bum again."
They were delightful words that filled my heart with joy. Things hadn't gone well between us, but I knew then that our future still had the hope of happiness.
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