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[*The previous parts are over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/)*. I advice you to read them first. Enjoy your read.* After helping out my roommate in the earlier I spent the rest of my morning and the early afternoon in my room, binge watching a TV show. A very relaxing thing to do, especially when the weather outside just sucks. And on this days, it was raining, it was pouring water from the sky. A perfect stay at home…

Don’t know if many other people do this, I feel like it could go either way, either more people than I thought do it or that most people will read it and think I’m gross. I rim guys and sometimes there’s a bit of dingleberries but I’ll lick them anyway and try not to make a big deal about it. It’s a butthole so it feels almost natural to me that there might be some…

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older*** I wasn’t sure what I was doing there. I should’ve been in my hotel room analyzing why the deal I had put together had just fallen apart. I’m a mediator (a very good one, I might add), which means I help individuals and companies work through their differences and come to an agreement before the courts and lawyers get involved. That didn’t happen this time.…

Rimming a stallion’s tight hole is a pleasure best shared between studs… — As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! — “Unff… Oh, yes, Terry… Terr… Just like that… Oh, fuck, that feels so good!” The black stallion laid with his legs kicked up while his boyfriend went to town on his pony doughnut, the thick round…

Rimming a stallion’s tight hole is a pleasure best shared between studs… — As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! — “Unff… Oh, yes, Terry… Terr… Just like that… Oh, fuck, that feels so good!” The black stallion laid with his legs kicked up while his boyfriend went to town on his pony doughnut, the thick round…

My parents were never exactly wealthy. This contrasted, however, with my grandparents’ lodge in Montana. They didn’t regularly live in a mansion or anything, they just had the extra funds to afford nice things as such. I received my first car when I turned sixteen and my graduation stuff and my college expenses was of no trouble of costs at all. My dad didn’t seem to inherit the wealth that came from my grandfather. This…

An hour and a half in and it felt I was there for three days. The T.V. illuminated the room with various colors that came from the frame of the movie along with a slightly muffled sound emitted from the old thing. Honestly I wasn’t even watching it- I was scrolling through pornography on my phone. Now was as good a time as any. My brain was definitely on track to getting baked. A part…

An hour and a half in and it felt I was there for three days. The T.V. illuminated the room with various colors that came from the frame of the movie along with a slightly muffled sound emitted from the old thing. Honestly I wasn’t even watching it- I was scrolling through pornography on my phone. Now was as good a time as any. My brain was definitely on track to getting baked. A part…

So I have been with my wife for over 12 years (married for 5). Sex life is pretty good. I would occasionally get a morning blow job or be treated to some nice lingerie. And I am more than happy to eat out her pussy whenever she requests it. I really enjoy licking her and can spend 20 to 30 minutes with head between her thighs easily. Lately however I have just become really curious…

As a semi-professional gay Spiritist, folks call me up all the time to investigate paranormal activity in their homes. Most of the time the situation can be chalked up to leaky pipes, creaking floorboards, and faulty machinery, but every now and then I’ll encounter and actual specter, and I usually fuck them. Or they’ll fuck me. Or we’ll do a sort of swapsies and each take a turn fucking the other. Why do I do…