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I haven't stopped thinking about your wife. Her legs over my shoulders as I'm fucking her. She moans and tears of pleasure run down her pretty face as I'm pounding my thick, black cock deep into her hotwife pussy.

She holds me tight and begins to tremble and shake. Orgasms cruise throughout her body at the speed of light, with every lusty stroke she's slipping away to the dark side never to return again...

You'll love her even more... Dote on her ever word(although they will be less and less) and do everything within your power to make her happy otherwise.

But at any moment through the sunshine of your happiness a look will come over her face and she'll be that much more distant from you. You know what that look signals. You know what she'll want and need,and you'll want it too.

Soon, I'll be fucking her like a whore, and you'll stand outside your bedroom door while I'm fucking her senseless in the bed you sleep in,and you'll touch yourself.

Because that's all that's left for you to do.

Feminist protesters storm red carpet at London premiere of Suffragette

More than a hundred protesters jumped the barriers onto the red carpet as green and purple smoke bombs filled the air outside the Odeon cinema

“These cuts disproportionately affect women of colour. Of the 32 services for women affected by domestic violence that have been closed since 2010, they were all specialist services which helped LGBQ and BAME women.”

“It’s timely because the cast of the film is entirely white and they are running with this slogan, ‘I’d rather be a rebel than a slave’ which implies passivity or acceptance of being a slave. But it also ignores the fact that women of colour were completely involved in the suffragette struggle. This film isn’t representing them.” 

so you want mixed babies...

I bet you think your mixed race kids are gonna pop out of the womb all cute for you to post under #mixedbabies on your fucking facebook! oh em gee mixed race people are inherently more exotic, more beautiful, I wish MY kids were mixed race! but I'm not racist, you see, because race mixing is the future! having mixed babies is going to solve racism! I bet you're white and want a person of color as your boyfriend/girlfriend to fulfill your weird fetish! good for you, you fucking racial fetishizer. fuck you, fuck people who think mixed race is a ‘type,’ fuck you gross-ass racists and your fetishes.

Taehyung x Interracial Moodboard

~♡ Because Love Has No Color ♡~

~ Admins Nish & Blue

ur lips my lips.

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I finally decided to create an only fans. Mostly to feed my inner exobisinist. Let's see where this takes me. I've helped females in the past with photo shoots and content as well as promotion. I know being a male creator will be much much more challenging but I'm UP for it😉😉.

Also have my private snapchat for free for anybody that might want to take a peek at what I'm working with over here....

Reblogging bc I found out that Francis Mosses x Black!/Brown!Reader is a thing.

The true Mid 20th Century forbidden love. Literally me.

Me editing my own post on Imgflip to make the same joke:

I confirm as a Latino AFAB, the only way White men could ever feel the pain of being fetishized like us is by watching a Mindy Kaling show.

Still With You|| JJK FFC - January 8th, 1920 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1085913417-still-with-you-jjk-ffc-january-8th-1920?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=listenboixx&wp_originator=zNMYH%2BwEgxD08k0GB8Y%2FBFsGu7uhlx9G5ViKoyzyDAsJ80dP9DFLSdjrEcc92si5kyXtbfQlWZg6T7TLAkKEo3CQSaKDS%2FldJDx98AgSHYdCA4u1KAv2kGJlP2DlZ0Fk In the roaring 20s, Y/n Smith is a flapper in a popular club in downtown New York. Her life's is flipped upside down with a murder, a man, and the prohibition.

Still With You|| JJK FFC - January 11th, 2019-February 20th, 1920 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1085986213-still-with-you-jjk-ffc-january-11th-2019-february?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=listenboixx&wp_originator=mEq38JG%2F5fF7Lu7Vh1U3GLVF23JucgetPcyazIkLq6KsX19CHeAYMyXNwhsvxQ5kBWZuay%2B%2FvuWbb3JbdpvooeSvdJgAbYkEZFcHbwqAgvWUxf3UES3tvSPJM62Z2m%2FP In the roaring 20s, Y/n Smith is a flapper in a popular club in downtown New York. Her life's is flipped upside down with a murder, a man, and the prohibition. #5/147 Flapper #5/93 Roaring20s

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Pretty eyes and lips

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Your Teeth In My Neck

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Mine | Yoongi x Black male OC

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

slight fluff, an age gap, and neighbors sharing a nonsexual intimate moment, and kissing.

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We were in Yoongi's bed. Me on top of him.

Yoongi was gentle and careful with his hand as he rested it on the back of my neck. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Direct eye contact is challenging. He could read me so clearly. That's what I hate most about him. And I couldn't read him. He carried the weight of so many secrets. He laughed.

"Relax." He said.

"How can I, when you're this close?"

He clicked his tongue. His forehead was against mine. I could smell aftershave and cigarettes.

"Should I put space between us?" he whispered.

Having just drawn his lips into a half smile, he was about to pull away. As I gripped his shirt, he stayed close to me. The only other human-to-human contact I ever had was with my mother and little sister. So this was something different. This was something I wanted more of from the man living across from us in apartment 42B.

"No," I whispered back. "This is fine. You're fine."

Yoongi's eyes searched inside me. Could he see the small boy behind my eyes staring back at him?

"Everything," he said. "I want to know everything about you."

And my heart beats wildly in my chest at his words. I barely stepped foot into adulthood and there is a man interested in me. In me. My eyes searched his eyes for the truth. A glint of truth was hidden in his black irises. Yoongi's thumb rubs the back of my neck in a soothing circular motion. 

"I'm nothing special, Yoongi."

"You are to me," he continued. "Let me in, let me see what you don't show others."

My body buzzes. The vibrations of his voice shook me to the core. Let me see what you don't show others. I breathe deeply. That meant showing him the Demetrius I hid from my mother, grandparents, school kids, and my dad. Yoongi waits for me to say something. I liked how he stared at me like I was meant for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I really was. But could I let him in without pushing him away once things got too real? I saw how my parents loved each other, how the love died, then sparked back to life only to die again, Their love never alive again. It was the end of them. The end of me.

"God, you sound cheesy." I laughed. "Cheesy in a good way."

Yoongi chuckled, his whole body shaking. "Wow, okay." His eyes drop to my lips. "Can I?"

"Can you what?"

"Kiss you?" Yoongi's eyes return to mine.

"I, uh...I never kissed anyone before."

I didn't want to mention how I was kissed by my second cousin before I even knew she was my cousin. So I never counted her as my first kiss or as kissing anyone. 

"Just do what feels natural. We can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable-"

I kissed Yoongi. I kissed him. My lips moved against his. I'm clumsy and sloppy, but he didn't seem to mind. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a wave of warmth wash over me. I didn't want this to end. Yoongi, he's the perfect kisser. He kisses me with care but with a sense of urgency like he needed to enjoy our kiss before I changed my mind before things got too good. But I wasn't going to change my mind. His mouth tasted of whiskey and it's strange how I felt like I was in heaven Just from his kiss. Do you feel the same, Yoongi? My fingers tangled in his black hair. His hands found their way to my waist. The rhythm. The sound of us kissing is like music to our ears. Our heartbeat syncing as one.

Yoongi needs to breathe. He pulled away smiling, squeezing my waist. He stared up at me and a sliver of sunlight caught his dark brown eyes, melting them into honey. I felt my heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine lightly. His breath was warm and inviting.

"That was something, wasn't it?" he said, out of breath.

I nodded trying to catch my own. Now that I've kissed him, I want more. And Yoongi could clearly see that.

"Before we kiss again. Tell me something."

"Like?"

He shrugged. "Like anything."

So I thought, and I thought and I told him about my mother and the fight we had last night. Because her shitty boyfriend was a no-good thug. I knew why he only came around and that was to have sex with my mother. He doesn't pay my little sister any mind, and he treats her like she isn't his. My mother forces him to buy her clothes and food, but he says that's my job as a man because I was her older brother.  

Now I felt like I killed the mood with Yoongi talking about my home life, but when he said, "He's a dick. You shouldn't have to step in and play her father. She's your sister, not your daughter."

And Yoongi was right.

"I know. But what can I do? I'm her older brother, so it's my job to look after her. I take care of her more than my mother does. So I'm like both mother and father to her."

"And I'm sure your lil sis appreciates everything you do for her, Demetrius. I'm an only child, so I can't relate to having someone to look after. But I know the responsibility is a lot and you manage it so damn well, love."

"I do the best I can."

"That's all you can do. As long as you know you're doing your best, that'll keep you going."

I tear up and say, "Some days I don't feel like I should keep going. I just want to give up." 

"And that's okay. You are human, you are still young and can only take on so much."

This was the first time I had been so open with anyone. To be able to speak freely without being interrupted and validated.

And like before, I kissed him. This time I took it slow. I felt him smile against my lips. It felt magical kissing him. Soon every bit of him would become me. I would inherit his mannerisms. Eventually, I would pick up on any lingo he uses, blending it into my speech. I'll wear his oversized T-shirt when I spend the night. He'll make room on his bathroom counter for my things and even give me a toothbrush next to his. I'm thinking ahead. Too far ahead to see us at the altar saying our vows. Oh, Demetrius, you're just a foolish kid head over heels in love with the man from apartment 42B.

Author's note: This was an intro to a yoongi fanfic i was going to write on wattpad but never went through with it. so I turned it into a one-shot. If anyone is interested in their story I don't mind writing their story here on Tumblr.

If you guys have the time, please leave a comment with your thoughts, I'd appreciate it so much.

Title: Hollywood Hookups

Fandom: Real Person Fiction, Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF, DC Extended Universe RPF, X-Men RPF.

Pairing(s): Jason Momoa/Tom Holland, Taron Egerton/Hugh Jackman,Chris Evans/Scott Evans, Henry Cavill/Chris Evans/Scott Evans, Chris Hemsworth/Joe Manganiello, Henry Cavill/Armie Hammer, Jason Momoa/KJ Apa, Henry Cavill/Joey Batey, Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan/Anthony Mackie, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson/Tom Holland.

Rating: Explicit.

Warning: Contains graphic sex.

Chapter: 10/?

Summary: A collection of stories about the rich and famous getting hot and steamy. For the purposes of this story, all of the men in this world are gay and there are no hetero relationships in any of the pairings I’ll write.

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Sleepover -- Part III

Special thanks to @dumbhornyjock for letting me play around in the world he created.  Love ya, bud!

In case you missed the earlier posts:          Part I             Part II

Recap: In order to see my hole in action, I agreed to let my new friends take some photographs of me – even though I had four thick black fingers wedged in my tiny straight hole.

Winston came back with Darius’s phone, and started taking pictures of the whole scene.  Suddenly, and I don’t know why, but I felt shy.  I was still technically clothed — my hard wet dick was hidden in my tight baby blue jock. And my friends here were just helping me out.  There was nothing inappropriate at all about the scene.  Still… my pink hairless knot was exposed and stuffed full of four thick black fingers.   I’m sure my nipples looked like they had been chewed on.  They were bright red, hard and sticking about a quarter inch out from my broad lean chest.   If someone were to stumble on these pictures, would they understand that this was all an innocent accident at a sleepover?  

“Guys… I don’t know about this.  I don’t really like being photographed,” I told Winston.  I’m sure I was blushing head to toe at this point.

“Aw, come on, Mikey!” Darius cajoled.  “No one’s gonna see these pics except us guys. I just know you’ll want to see your puck the way we can see it.  Just let us… please Mikey.  We want to be your friends.”  I nodded and Darius broke out into a huge grin.  “Good boy!  Let’s be sure we get that pretty hole from every angle.  After all,” he said with a wink to Winston, “we need to inspect every inch of that ass to see if we can figure out the problem.”

Begrudgingly, I nodded and hooked my hands under my knees, lifting up my legs. I heard the soft click of the camera as Winston took a bunch of pictures, zooming in and out to get as much detail as he could of my “perfect little hole.”

Trevon and Darius began playing with my “pussy” a little, but really only to get useful pictures and not enough to do anything other than frustrate me.  Winston took several pictures of those four fingers wedged in my tiny chute.  Then, they each hooked a finger on either side of my rim and spread me open.  Winston got really close and took several shots of my gaping, virgin hole.  Next, Trevon and Darius took their fingers out (rather easily, I might add; I thought they were stuck) and Darius spanked two fingers hard directly against my hole a few time to make my ass lips puffy and red. 

When Winston was done shooting me on my back he told me to flip over and get up on all fours.  Unfortunately when I did so, my head was directly over Malik’s lap.  His giant cock was tenting out the front of his thin gray sweatpants, and there was a small wet spot right above the tip.  I could smell something intoxicating and spicy.  I knew all my nuzzling had made him hard, and I felt bad to have teased him inadvertently.  I didn’t want to mention his hard cock in my face since I knew it was all my fault.  I couldn’t embarrass my new friend like that.

Trevon roughly grabbed my gigantic cheeks and spread my ass open wide.  I heard Winston snapping away, and I gently wiggled my behind to let him know that I was getting antsy with the photoshoot.  Darius must have understood because started murmuring encouragement and rubbing his rough palms all over my ass, I guess, so I would feel more comfortable.  

“There we go.  So pretty and smooth.  And look at that shiny wet hole.  Is it feeling better?  I know she’s always so twitchy and needy.  I see you swaying your pretty hips and wiggling that fat ass as you walk down the hallway in school.  Everyone can’t help but stare at that little jock with the huge, girly ass.  I can can just imagine those soft cheeks sliding together and tickling your naughty little hole.  I can always tell you’re just dying to play your little puck? To run into an empty classroom, and shove your hands down to grope your big soft cheeks and maybe rub and slap you pulsing puck.  I don’t blame you.  Your pussy looks so desperate.  It must drive you crazy.  I can’t wait for you to see it.  Its actually kind of beautiful.  Like, its so smooth and pink and even though its been stretched open it still looks so tight and small.  Its perfect. You’re perfect.”

His soft but insistent petting was soothing.  “Yeah,” I gasped out. It was strange to hear my friend describe my ass in such admiration, but I figured he was just trying to make me feel more comfortable.  And truth be told it was working.  I had always been ashamed of my oversized ass.  But here Darius was complimenting it like it was my best feature.  I arched my back and spread my thighs wider so that Winston could get the best pictures possible. Unfortunately that moved my mouth even closer to Malik’s hard dripping cock.

“There we go, Mikey.  Now we can really see that pretty little hole.  And now that she’s not filled up with fingers, it’s twitching like crazy. Like, it sort of looks like its winking or something.  Winston, switch to video.  We gotta let people see this thing in action.”

Darius continued running his big black paws all over my smooth, creamy ass.  Occasionally he would drag his thumb up along the seam of my tight balls to my little hole and slide the tip inside of me for a moment.  I know it was purely accidental, but it felt amazing.  Every time it happened, I let out a little whimper and bucked backwards to meet his thumb.  I looked up to see my new friends smirking at each other, but they were nice enough not to make fun of me for it.  They knew I couldn’t help it.  It was just my needy, fussy hole.  

“Is this helping, Mikey? You don’t seem like you’re getting better?  I mean you’re hole is fluttering uncontrollably.  If anything, I feel like we might be making it worse.  How does it feel, Mikey? You like it?  You want D to stop?”

“Unhh No, please D, don’t stop.  It feels good.  Oh god, it feels so good.”

“Mmmm.  Good.  Describe how it feels when I play with your tight little pussy,” Darius encouraged.  

“Ahhhh… Like it feels weird… I dunno.  My hole is so wet.  And your hands feel so big and rough.  And it’s making my pussy sort of hot and tingly.  But you’re right.  It’s not getting better, and mmmmm… it’s not going away.”  

“Hmmm…” Darius said thoughtfully, pulling his hand back.  “Listen.  I’m sorry I gotta ask this, but a few minutes ago when Trevon and I accidentally slipped inside of your pretty hole, how did that feel? Did that help?  Did you like your hole being stretched open?”

“Mhmm.”  I wished Darius was stilling gently petting my hole.  My whole body was buzzing and I could feel my puck twitching violently.  I suddenly wished I hadn’t let Winston tip so much of that drink down my throat.  I felt so lightheaded.  I closed my eyes and lolled my head down between my shoulders. I felt something warm and wet brush my lips.  My eyes snapped open only to see Malik’s huge cock nudging against my pouty lips.  The waistband of his sweat pants was pulled down a little— I’m sure due to my wriggling in his lap.  I could see the root of his cock and the coarse black hair around it.  It was thick — thicker than any I’d ever seen.  I remember thinking to myself at the time that I probably couldn’t even wrap my hand all the way around it… not that I would do that, but that’s how huge the thing was.  It stretched up 11 inches from that thick dick root, ending in a fat oversized head.  There was a wet spot forming where the end of his cock pushed against the thin sweat pants.  Instinctively I licked my lips the see whether I accidentally got Malik’s precum on them.  Sure enough there was a salty taste when I pulled my tongue back into my mouth.  Whoops.  That was sort of embarrassing.  I didn’t want to let that happen again, but I was trapped in my current position.  I was stuck with my mouth hovering right over Malik’s monster cock.

Darius’ voice pulled me back from thinking about Malik’s cock. “You know I gotta hear you ask for it Mikey,  If you think it will help to have my fingers stretching your boihole open, then I need to hear you say it.  Look into the camera and say, ‘Put your fingers in me and stretch me open, D.’”  

Oh shit!  I forgot that Winston was filming this whole thing.  I thought we were just going to take a few pictures of my hole for scientific purposes, and now somehow I had allowed myself to be filmed describing how good it felt to have my hole played with.  That made me sort of uncomfortable, but, oh well…  It’s not like anyone would see this footage other than me.  I stared into the camera with my big blue eyes, overwhelmed with these strange new feelings.  “Ok.  Yeah,” I whimpered.  All I wanted was some relief for my poor clenching pucker. “Put your big fingers in me, Darius.  Stretch me open. Please. Just slide them in me. Just fill me up.  Please, D?”

Darius roughly thrust his fingers back inside me and my body bucked forward from the force. I gasped in surprise, the combination of which caused Malik’s gigantic cock to slide into my open mouth.  (When had he taken his dick out of his sweatpants?)  I tried to pull off, but my lips were caught behind the ridge on the head of his big, wet cock.

Darius now began furiously pumping his big fingers in and out of my jock pussy.  The movement of Darius’ hand on one end of me was causing me to slide up and down on the cock currently stuck in my mouth.  I went to try and pull Malik’s giant cock out of my mouth, but at that very moment, Darius roughly grabbed my hands and placed them on my oversized ass cheeks.  Trevon held onto my wrist as I was forced to hold myself open so we could get a good shot for the video.  Unfortunately, without my arms to support me, I fell face first into Malik’s lap.  I slid all the way down Malik’s long, fat cock.  The head pushed against the back of my throat and I tried to pull off.  With my hands held in place on my ass by Trevon, I couldn’t seem to wrench Malik’s oversized cock out of my mouth.  I gagged a little, and to my horror, his cock inched all the way down my throat making my eyes water.  I’m sure it was unconscious, but Malik began to rock his hips up and down pushing his cock even further down my throat and then retreating a little.  

“Oh god,” Malik moaned.  “I am so sorry, Mikey.  I didn’t mean to get my cock stuck in your throat.  What are the chances this would have happened?”  Malik stroked his fingers through my blond hair and gripped the strands tightly.  I’m sure he was trying to use my hair to pull my hot, wet mouth off his cock, but it sort of felt like he was holding me in place while he thrust down my throat.  “Mmmm.  Mikey, I feel like my dick is sort of, I don’t know, stuck in your throat.  I can’t believe this happened.  MMMM… baby, I’m so sorry.  Try getting my dick really wet and I’ll see if I can’t pull you off of it.”

It sounded like a good idea so, looking up into Malik’s eyes I nodded.  This caused me to nuzzle my nose into the coarse black hairs at the root of Malik’s enormous cock.  Malik smirked down at me.  “I can’t believe that you could take my cock all the way down, Mikey.  Most girls can’t even handle the head and here you are just drooling away on it.  What a good little jock.  And you’re getting it nice and wet for me.  What a good boy.  You know I’m really sorry that this happened.”

Darius, meanwhile, continued working over my hole.  He was using his fat fingers to stretch my tiny pucker open, continually driving them in and out and rubbing all over my ass lips.  It was weird; I had a gigantic black cock stuffed completely down my throat, but all I could focus on were Darius’s thick fingers stretching open my rim and pumping into me.  I was vaguely aware of my hard nipples pulsing every time Darius pushed into me and I could hear the needy whimpers I was letting loose around Malik’s cock.  There was a steady buzz right under my skin, and I started rocking back to meet each thrust of those delicious fingers into me.  Every time I rocked my needy hole back to meet Darius fingers, Malik’s cock slid out of the back of my throat, but then his hand in my hair jerked me forward.  I couldn’t help how good it felt and I kept rocking back and forth in an effort to get those delicious fingers deeper into my juicy pussy. I was wracked with guilt.  Because of my greedy hole — because I kept rocking back— I was forcing Malik to facefuck me — poor guy.  

“Oh god, Mikey, I’m so sorry.  I’ve been holding off for as long as I can, but I think I might cum in your pretty mouth.  Mmmmm.  It was a total ah -accident, I promise and I’m so sorry, but it feels so gooood.  Oh your throat is so wet and tight.  We’re lucky you have no gag reflex.  Fuck. You’re a hell of a find, kid.  Oh fuck.”   Malik’s huge cock began spurting thick ropes of cum down my straight throat, all while apologizing to ME, when this entire accident was clearly my fault!

Malik fired gooey, hot spurts of cum into my mouth while gripping my hair tightly to hold my head in place.  Meanwhile, Darius started rubbing against that spot inside me that made me thrash and tremble.  I was too distracted by my shaking jock pussy to realize that I was instinctively gulping down the cum in my mouth and licking my lips clean.  

The moment Malik caught his breath after coming down from his orgasm, it was like a spell was broken.  Malik slid his 11 inch cock out of my mouth and Trevon released my hands.  Darius took his fingers out of my hole and I let loose a loud, low whine.  I felt empty and open and unsatisfied.  My cock had been so close to shooting just like Malik’s had.  If Darius had pumped his fingers into me three or four more times, I know I would have cum without even touching my cock; I’m sure I would have blacked out from pleasure.  Instead, these men wouldn’t let me embarrass myself by cumming in front of them.  I was slowly being driving crazy.  I mean – I was moments away from outright begging on my knees for these black men to play with my pussy until I squirted.  Instead, I gulped for air and tried to stop my legs from shaking.  

Malik stood up, pulled his sweatpants up, and announced that he was taking off.  It was so abrupt – like he had got what he came for and was now ready to leave.  Before he cleared out, he apologized one last time.  “God Mikey.  I so sorry.  Shit, You were fucking built for that. Hope it doesn’t happen again,” he said with a wink.  “Thanks, kid.”  I wasn’t sure why he was thanking me, but I guess he felt awkward and appreciated how cool I was being about the whole embarrassing thing.  He said he had to go meet his girlfriend for a date, and he needed to run.  It was like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough once he had dumped all that cum down my throat.  And who could blame him.  It had been pretty embarrassing for both of us.

Trevon, Winston, and Darius tried to persuade him to stay, saying something about missing all the fun that’s still to come.  But Malik gestured to Winston filming the hole thing, and said, “I’m sure you’ll make sure I don’t miss a thing.  I’m gonna want to see every moment of tonight on camera tomorrow.”  I liked that Malik didn’t want to miss any hanging out with me, despite his prior engagement.  I vowed to Malik that we’d let the camera run all night – no matter what – so that it felt like Malik was still there with us.

Malik grinned wide and patted me on the top of my head.  The gesture made me feel small, and I had a sudden flash of panic.  What if this video got out?  I’m sure I looked like some sort of wanton slut.  Moments ago, I was being controlled on both ends by a black man working one of my holes.  Of course, one was the result of an unfortunate accident, and the other was just a friend helping me out – nothing indecent at all.  Still, I knew that if anyone were to see this video, well, it would take some explaining.  And then there was the fact that Malik had spilled what felt like a gallon of cum right down my throat and I had blindly slurped it down.  What would someone think about that if this video got out?  What would my dad do if – heaven-forbid – he saw?

No… I decided. I trusted my new friends.  It’s not like they would let a video like this get into the wrong hands.  And why would they share it?  It’s not like they were proud to have worked over some straight teen jock and turned him into a pussyboy purely for fun.  Right?

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