Just pull the tailplug out of my fuckhole, replace it with a cock, start thrusting and let the moaning and panting fun begin๐ถ๐ฅต
I love how @Mycos3 is unsure where to put my tailplug before the fuck and then uses me as a storage place, but as soon as his dick is stretching my ass and the tail gets in the way again, he's too busy sinking his cock into me to even think about it for a second and just throws the tail away instead.
It's important to set priorities in life!
I, for example could have prioritized a career or something and instead "chose" to be a drooling moaning horny caged fuck puppy who gets fucked and used regularly when going for a walk... or in any other situation whem Mycos gets horny.
As always, you can watch the whole video on our JFF. Link in bio.
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Out here on these hot desert roads, one truth keeps showing up like a sunrise you canโt negotiate with: @RileyGrayxxx1 this boy hottest road Iโve ever been on. Everything changes. Not always overnight. Not always loud. But always.
The sand shifts. The wind rewrites the dunes. Friendships evolve. Cells replace themselves. Stars are born and die somewhere beyond what our eyes can hold. From the atomic vibration inside your bloodstream to the slow crawl of a mountain range, this universe is in motion. The present moment isnโt a place you stand itโs a river youโre already moving through.
And Iโve been called crazy for saying that as well as many other things my entire life. Good. Because I donโt give a damn what men think about me. What matters is what I think about me. How I operate. How I respond when someone I thought was a friend takes from me instead of standing beside or with me. If he takes? Thatโs on him. It doesnโt subtract from me. It redirects me. And sometimes redirection is the blessing disguised as betrayal.
The โever-changing nowโ means nothing is frozen not your pain, not your reputation, not your mistakes, not even your enemiesโ opinions. Some changes are lightning fast. Others move like tectonic plates under your feet. But they are happening whether you acknowledge them or not. Which brings me to language. Be careful with the words you think. Be careful with the words you speak. โIgnorant.โ That word carries weight.
Ignorant is not the same as unaware. Unaware is neutral. Itโs โI didnโt know.โ Itโs passive. Itโs human. Ignorant often implies something deeper a resistance, a refusal, a prideful attachment to not knowing. It can carry judgment. It can wound. It can also expose. We are all unaware of many things. None of us are omniscient. But ignorance becomes dangerous when it is chosen. You can be unaware for a moment. You remain ignorant by choice.
And thatโs where growth either happensโฆ or dies. Out here on these roads, Iโve learned this: The man who refuses to learn stays stuck. The man who accepts he doesnโt know evolves. Change is constant. Energy moves. Matter shifts. Friendships rearrange.
Opinions fade. The only real question is this: Are you changing consciously? Or are you being dragged by the current? Me? Iโm learning to steer. And the more miles I put between who I was and who Iโm becoming, the more neutral the wheel feels in my hands.
At first, steering is overcorrection. You jerk left. You overcompensate right. Every bump feels personal. Every gust of wind feels like opposition. But then something shifts. Experience settles you. You stop fighting the road and start reading it. As I drive and as I gain a greater understanding of you, of men, of human nature the steering evens out. It becomes deliberate. Calm. Neutral. Not numb. Not passive. Neutral. Neutral like a transmission ready to engage.Neutral like a man who is no longer reacting, but choosing. By keeping my eyes focused on the road ahead not the rearview mirror, not the noise on the shoulder the lessons reveal themselves.
Every stretch of asphalt becomes a classroom. Every detour becomes curriculum. And because of that focus: The stories sharpen. The films deepen. The projects align the men I collaborate with elevate. When you steer consciously, your circle changes. You donโt have to force better men into your life. You become the kind of man they recognize. And for that for the growth, the refinement, the clarity I am eternally grateful. Not because the road is smooth. But because I finally understand how to drive it. And I love driving seed into as many men as humanly possible one man one day at a time a lot gets accomplished. Just like with this sexy man @RileyGrayxxx1 God Damn Right!
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Dad told me him and Uncle Jim were gonna head up to the cabin this weekend. Invited me to tag along. I was gonna say no, but hey, why not. Maybe could have some fun.
Didn't know I was to be spit-roasted by my Dad and Uncle this weekend. Can't wait til our next cabin weekend.
Daddy says when we're at the cabin, that no one can hear us from miles and miles out.
That means he gets real verbal and loud when we're fucking. And when we're at the cabin, we're ALWAYS fucking. He orders me to moan and scream and beg for his cock. And I do. Because he's Daddy