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philip7575:

like to rim

philip7575:

like to rim

peeking-out-males:

Peeking Out MalesSpy on dicks… with no risk of being caught!

peeking-out-males:


Peeking Out Males
Spy on dicks… with no risk of being caught!

bootslaveboyusa:

aysskin:

FUKKKIN WRANGLER BUTT

Wanna get on my knees and put my face in there and sniff…and hope he’s gotta fart a lot.  Get down and lick his boots too, get kicked and stomped around by ‘em.

bootslaveboyusa:

aysskin:

FUKKKIN WRANGLER BUTT

Wanna get on my knees and put my face in there and sniff…and hope he’s gotta fart a lot.  Get down and lick his boots too, get kicked and stomped around by ‘em.

kuklapootblr:

mansmells:

Daddy’s Dirty Ass

My mom died when I was a little kid. Dad brought me up by himself, and he was usually drunk.
When I misbehaved, I never got spanked. Dad used to make me go into his bedroom late at night and smell his filthy ass. He’d get in this position on the bed, and he’d tell me I was being punished for acting like an ass. There was no sex involved, I was never even aware of whether his cock was hard or not. I just had to get into that dirty crack and sniff that stinky ass. I remember a couple of times there were little tiny clumps of shit in the hairs around his asshole, and Dad would make me lick and bite them off and eat them.
As I grew older, this activity started to kind of turn me on. You’d think I’d reach an age where I was too old to be “punished” by Dad, but not so. And remember, he was usually drunk. Then— that fateful day when I was a teenager and I was in Dad’s room one night smelling his butt… he was kinda out of it, and I was breathing deeply and savoring Dad’s stink. By this time, I guess the old man had figured out that I was getting into my “punishment.” Suddenly, Dad made a little grunting sound, and to my total panicked horror, I saw shit pushing out of his asshole. I froze in fear and pulled back. Then Dad spoke.
"Take it, son," he said, "take it in your mouth and eat it." My heart jumped in my chest and started beating faster. I leaned forward and put my mouth over the emerging shit. Dad pushed, and the turd moved into my mouth like a little 4-inch cock. My heart was racing. My mouth was full of my dad’s shit. "Eat my shit, son," Dad said. "Let me know when you’ve got it all chewed and swallowed. There’s more in there for you."
And that, dear Tumblr, is the true story of how I became a shit eater.

kuklapootblr:

mansmells:

Daddy’s Dirty Ass

My mom died when I was a little kid. Dad brought me up by himself, and he was usually drunk.

When I misbehaved, I never got spanked. Dad used to make me go into his bedroom late at night and smell his filthy ass. He’d get in this position on the bed, and he’d tell me I was being punished for acting like an ass. There was no sex involved, I was never even aware of whether his cock was hard or not. I just had to get into that dirty crack and sniff that stinky ass. I remember a couple of times there were little tiny clumps of shit in the hairs around his asshole, and Dad would make me lick and bite them off and eat them.

As I grew older, this activity started to kind of turn me on. You’d think I’d reach an age where I was too old to be “punished” by Dad, but not so. And remember, he was usually drunk. Then— that fateful day when I was a teenager and I was in Dad’s room one night smelling his butt… he was kinda out of it, and I was breathing deeply and savoring Dad’s stink. By this time, I guess the old man had figured out that I was getting into my “punishment.” Suddenly, Dad made a little grunting sound, and to my total panicked horror, I saw shit pushing out of his asshole. I froze in fear and pulled back. Then Dad spoke.

"Take it, son," he said, "take it in your mouth and eat it." My heart jumped in my chest and started beating faster. I leaned forward and put my mouth over the emerging shit. Dad pushed, and the turd moved into my mouth like a little 4-inch cock. My heart was racing. My mouth was full of my dad’s shit. "Eat my shit, son," Dad said. "Let me know when you’ve got it all chewed and swallowed. There’s more in there for you."

And that, dear Tumblr, is the true story of how I became a shit eater.

scattyfier-01:
scattyfier-01:

mrbootiecandy:

that bald head, that pretty b-candy, and those french cuffs were the detail that got me going..

mrbootiecandy:

lil mysterious…I like that