A 16-year-old got busted for stealing a train grab handle. Japan is as peaceful as ever. Pretty busy at the moment.

His thick, hard cock invades my mouth, shoves deep, pries open my throat, forces through that tight, narrow passage, steals my breath, and goes even deeper. Only for his pleasure. Just using my tube. That’s all there is. Just his cock. His cock.

"Right here. Suck it all. And show everyone what you are," he commanded, standing tall and proud in his full glory.

Hand under his hips, tilting him just right. Greedy hole already open, already waiting, already twitching. Fucked him deep. Fucked him thorough. Over and over. When the ground's been worked that well, you seed it. Leave him wrecked and dripping.

The best view of my back is always from this perspective. Literally the time getting his "shot" from behind... ✨ Hope this satisfies the prompt.

Yuji Ohno （大野 雄二）, beloved composer of the Lupin the Third theme, passed away peacefully in his sleep at his home in Tokyo on May 4, 2026, at the age of 84. Thank you for the music, and may he rest in peace.

And you can tell everybody this is your sheath It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't stop, I hope you don't leave How wonderful life is while you're in my hole

Thick and relentless, working me open, deeper each time. Nothing else. Just him, all the way through. Every thrust claimed more of me — and I could not fight it. Just heat. Just him. Just the obscene pleasure of being used so well, bred over and over, ruined thorough. That was all.

From city streets to the deepest raids, I make it a point to always have my junk out. Everything else just depends on my mood.

Invited by friends from another online game, back in 1.0 days. The rep was rough, but I didn't care — it was just an excuse to hang out, and I had no frame of reference for MMOs anyway lol. Kept playing into ARR, but by Stormblood all those friends were long gone lol. (screenshot at 2013.Nov)

Bussying?

sweet little slut. ass always out, always looking for attention. every time I see him, he's got his ass parked beside somebody new. his hole's been trained well. soft, open, eager to milk every cock that pushes into it. layer after layer of seed worked deep into those folds. mine would be too.

started with his hand on my head, pushing it in. thick cock stretching my mouth full, forcing deeper until my throat had nothing else in it. just take it and swallow. somewhere along the way his hand stopped moving. he was only holding my head by then. i was the one pushing myself down onto it.

they don't fit in the frame. too big. had to crop it down to what matters. same problem underneath me. couldn't even tell where either of them ended once they were inside. double, deep, stretched open past reason. too large for the camera. still fit, though.

grabbed my foot without asking. pressed my toes to his nose. "rotten cheese," he murmured. and put them in his mouth. each toe, one by one. then the webbing, tongue worked deep into every gap. finished with the sole. slow. thorough. like he had a system for this.

back in ARR, ran a dungeon with a tank in red Militia Sabatons. after hellos, she asked: “mind if I fight without pants?” full armor. red boots. white panties out. as tradition dictates, heroes get stronger the closer they are to naked.

rotation completed successfully. the big cat got his turn too.

picked up on the spot. quick hookup by the railing. got him nice and warm. ended up slimy warm inside myself too. turns out my big cat friend on the right caught the entire show. then the first guy left. also left his seed behind in me. and the cat stepped forward like we were rotating shifts.

Windurst looked gorgeous. invited @ekezureh.bsky.social out there to have fun. for a while. scenery. walk. talk. and he pinned me and grinned. “once the cock’s in, you stop looking at the scenery anyway.” deep enough that the whole city may as well have disappeared. only the noise between us left.

still four cocks left on the schedule. negotiated a faster arrangement. two at a time. double entries. everyone agreed. one underneath. one behind. one in my mouth. one in my hand. hard beat, quick pound. to unload, one by one just keep things moving long enough to let all four finish inside.

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danced like a showgirl at Mehryde's. drunks tip pretty well there. his tip was huge, though. took me a minute to get the whole thing down. once I managed it, I got to dance on his lap while he sat there looking proud of himself. bought me a drink and gave me something warm to swallow after.

went sunbathing together. clear skies, nothing but sunlight. he offered to do the sunscreen. very thorough about it. got into places that never see daylight. pumped them full of his own fresh cream. very considerate of him. not complaining. felt warm. full. just laid there moaning.

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His pleasure changes depending on the position you make him present his cock, but more important than that is licking, rolling, pinching, and sucking his nipples. Forget about positions. Let him moan in bliss. Get him gasping loud enough, and suddenly filling him feels necessary.

I specifically asked him not to sit all the way down. "if it disappears inside you, the shot's dull," I said. he nodded. fair point. then he got carried away and buried the whole thing anyway. every last inch. gone. ended up with a mediocre pic. great hole as usual, though.

sink down slow. all the way to the base. the tip presses up through my stomach. visible from the outside, that wrong-shaped bulge. grind forward. grind back. sounds slip out on their own. my tip gets wet untouched. everything raw. always raw. getting bred. nothing else comes close.

RIP Koji Suzuki, creator of "Ringu" and the iconic Sadako. His work reshaped J‑horror and inspired audiences worldwide. Thank you for the chills and the legacy you left behind.

Japan used to have “no-panties cafés” back in the ’80s. waitresses in absurdly short skirts serving customers with nothing underneath. no touching, obviously. just part of the gimmick. apparently this customer never got the memo. though this waiter does freelance on the side. 🫖

matching set, he grinned. harnesses and short boots, just different colors. we looked cute together. then he spread my legs open and pushed that thick cock deep inside me. guess the harnesses weren't what he wanted matching. he wanted the same seed inside me too. And he did.

conical. that's the only word for it. never gets familiar. every stretch opens something further, lets him deeper, then opens me wider all over again. held up by the very thing tearing through me. the face says the rest. not really pleasure anymore. just the dull satisfaction of enduring it.

he spoke to me in the language of Hingashi. my mother tongue. felt like home instantly. we got along so well. had so much to talk about. so he shoved that thick cock all the way down my throat. conversation's been pretty one-sided since then. literally. but I might get my mouth back soon.

Anyways, free access.

noctis chore. same shift, same position. easy enough to do blindfolded. just stick the ass out and hold still. hole opens by itself these days. plugged. filled. bred warm. routine work at this point. I could care less. no, couldn’t care less. whatever.

got picked up on the street. we talked. he kissed me. so i went back to his place and sucked his cock. seemed reasonable. he pushed my head down and held it there. also reasonable. then he buried his face between my legs. prep work. almost time for him to fuck me. almost time for him to breed me.

one hand working the shaft, stroking over the urethra again and again until sticky precum started pushing out. tongue flicking the slit, mouth drawing on it slow and hungry, savoring every sweet leak before going back for another taste, over and over. not servicing. feeding a cum fixation.

went back to the entrance to read the leather-bound memo. there was a random bunboy there. he showed me around Windurst. seemed fine. stopped to watch the view of Heavens Tower. ended up folded over the railing instead, getting bred right there overlooking the city. surely left Windurst marked.

he liked showing me off in public. I wasn't ready for that yet. pulled me into a shadow near the elevators, bent me over a barrel, fucked me there. still close enough to get seen. I spent the whole time terrified of it. which, apparently, was already starting to turn me on. hard to imagine now.

Go on. They’re close enough already. (Everything’s restored now. Y’know.)

The monarch bows to no one. The rear receives visitors without appointment. (almost got everything running again.)

Shunye paused, oblivious to the muffled sounds just behind him… “Hm. Uvlo’s running late. His partner too… wonder what they got distracted by.”

pinned from behind. face down in the grass, hip raised just enough for him. thick cock forcing its way deep, turning me soft from the inside out. no resistance left. just his weight, the stretch, the steady pump driving deeper and deeper. claimed. seeded. bred deep in the grass.

The server is up, at least.

Bussying?

maintenance a go-go

just lying there. flat out, giving it all up. hole stretched open, insides worked slow and deep. slick with spit and cum. every thrust rolls through him, flesh moving in waves. the sounds slip out on their own rhythm. like kneading tension out of muscle. working him loose from the inside.

turns out he had a lot stored up. never pulled out — just stayed buried, thrusting, twitching, filling, over and over, until the count stopped meaning anything. pinned me on all fours the whole time, way past the point it mattered. thick shaft already had it loosened up — can’t hold any of it in.

can barely breathe with him filling my mouth. can’t even swallow properly — it just builds up, spills out instead. and once he starts pushing deeper… it turns into a mess, drooling down his length, no way to stop it. stretched open, front and back — just something warm to fill, over and over.

“Introspective?” He’d have to stop first. Or wait for the finish of his.

Windurst shines with natural beauty. Let’s have some fun together. Or start with me?