Yep I’m One Of The “open Door” Guys In The ABS . I’ll Suck Off Everyone And Let Everyone Watch.

I've worn them a lot over the years, including cross country flights. But only a few people have noticed, and only a couple were interested. I rewarded them of course.

Why not?

I'd be smoking that thing hanging out in that jock!!!! Woof!!!

It was the second day of my first year of college and I knew maybe 3 people all from my same home town out of 28,000 on campus. That would change after I had to run to the men's room after class to pee something fierce.

While standing at the urinal I noticed all the writing on the wall in front of me and laughed at all the queer shit guys write while pissing. But one message caught my eye because it was dated that day about two hours earlier; "Cock for you to suck... Coates Hall, 2nd floor men's room... 12:30 PM... Every single day... see you there cocksucker!"

I immediately got hard. This was my invitation to either get some cock or at the very least meet some other cocksuckers, or I would just make a fool of myself.

I walked in the Coates men's room at 12:15 and took a seat on the toilet in one of the stalls and waited, with the door partially propped open with its dead bolt. It only took about 5 minutes and a middle eastern guy in his mid-twenties, a chemistry grad student, opened my stall door, grabbed his crotch and asked, "Is this what you're here for?"

I nervously said yes as he propped himself against the open door, dropped his pants and drawers and shoved his growing erect cock in my face. I wasted no time in taking his hard cock in my mouth and did the best I could to fit his large cockhead in my throat. I was so into sucking this big brown cock that I didn't hear other guys enter the room, but I quickly noticed 2 other guys behind him trying to work their way into the stall with hard cocks out and stroking them.

In just a few minutes I was taking these three cocks one by one down my throat and they began to unload in my mouth and across my face and into my hair and down on my shirt. As two of them zipped up and left the stall, they were replaced by two more fabulous, hard cocks wanting to be serviced and relieved of their loads of cum.

At about 12:40 I got out of the stall and walked to the mirrors to see that my face and shirt were covered in cum. For reasons only a faggot can conceive, I decided to grab some tissue to wipe the cum from my face, but only after exiting the men's room and walking into the hallway of the second floor of Coates Lab. I wanted anyone there to know I was a cum eating faggot.

Sure enough, there were two older grad students standing in the hallway and I recognized their sandals and shorts as I started wiping the cum from my face.

One of them took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and said "Let me help you with that. I hope to see you back here again tomorrow."

He wiped some of the cum out of my hair then handed me the handkerchief and asked my name and if I was in the closet. I told him "TD, and yes I'm new to campus and in the closet so far" and he said "Nice to meet you TD. I'm Ahmed and this is Ishmael and we will both be here again if you return."

I assured them I would be back for my third day of college life, looking for more from them and from their friends. They assured me they would return and "TD, you were in the closet my friend... but no more. There's more middle eastern married grad students here in Coates who never get their cocks sucked by their wives. You will have them all."

And I did. Every single day until I was able to set up regular schedules with all of them. I miss all those cocks and all that cum!

Another incredible beauty!

Reblog if you want to pound me!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🤤

Ridiculous question. Any and every one of those looks is to die for!!!

I knew he had been watching me through the fence as I cleaned the pool in a male thong.  One day I decided to test him and wore a female pink lace thong that barely contained my cock as I vacuumed the pool.  He couldn’t contain himself and looked over the fence, “OMG I always wondered if you were queer but that pink lace thong makes me wonder more.”  My cock immediately grew hard and I turned so he could see it.  “Why don’t you come over and see for yourself if I’m queer?”  Five minutes later I was on my knees on the back lawn with his big cock cumming down my throat and an hour later on my back in bed with his beautiful cock pounding my ass.  I wished my wife still worked... I’d be fucking him everyday again and wearing the sexiest panties I can find.

I think there are a lot of us on Tumblr and I bet 90+% of us are proud to be called faggots!

so hot 🔥🔥🔥

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This looks very familiar to my high school days but I don't remember any cocks near these sizes!!!

The second thing I noticed about this clip was the look of dismay on the bottom's face. I recognize it not as the look of discomfort or pain, but total dismay that this huge fantastic top is about to pull completely out of me instead of continuing to pound the living hell out of my throbbing, and leaking cunt. I know, it makes me want to cry too... that I'm not that bottom!!!