Oh My, How Many Times Have I Said These Exact Words In The Same Setting. My Lipstick Never Looked This

I’d ask what time will you get here so I can get ready. Woof!

I sent you this pic saying that I'm coming over to your place, wwyd? ✨

Don't forget to reblog

Send me a message on telegram

@Tanya0495

(via boylovedicklove, boylovedicklove)

Wake me up when it gets more beautiful than this!!!! Woof!!!

Of course. But my wife has shown me how to do it from the front, spin it around, run my arms through the straps, bend down and fit appropriately. That's a DDD-cup old queer woman showing a B-cup old queer man the nuances of being a sissy!

That is actually a pretty amazing statement. I came to that conclusion before I started high school. My absolute favorite thing to do was to suck cock and all my friends appreciated that I got immense pleasure from them having an orgasm while their cock was in my mouth. I didn't particularly care for getting a blow job as much as I enjoyed cumming in frottage or a buddy jerking me off. Weird kinda faggot huh?

Yes, another easy $18,500! I could have done better Barrack but I ran out of choices!

What’s your Freak Figure!

Me: $11,000

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!

Tammy

Even better if you learn to sissygasm. Get your pretty chasity cage here!

I absolutely love being a closet faggots

Hey, welcome to my world sweetie.

I used to keep count of number of men including a description of them and their cock and number of times they used my mouth and ass... the number got so high after Al Gore invented the internet that I was a bit embarrassed to keep counting. Suffice it to say, I’m ready for more. Everyday.

Well this pretty much sums up my life doesn’t it?