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deathanddumb:

I am fully aware of just how cheesy the valentines day card message was. But fuck! I have already had 3 messages by people hating on me for it! Hahaha. Guess you didn’t get any cards… or ass! But to be honest, Its good to be cheesy when you love someone. Its nice to let them know you care and how much you love them. It is even more important to fuck their brains out regularly, to the point where they’re begging you to stop because you are banging on their G spot with your rock hard 9” dick. And when you love someone you can do that when ever you wish, because you’re not single. Or lonely or bitter! Screw you haters!

I love DeathAndDumb. He’s such a trooper, and I relate to his whole issues with his body, issues with his temper, issues with everything, feeling worthless sometimes, but at least having a huge cock. Such a life saver a huge cock can be! In my darkest hours I know that everything can go to hell, everything can fail, at least I have a huge cock.

So love. Not just for his huge cock. He speaks to me. I love his mind. We talked once. He’s nice.

It’s the things like this that I love:

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I’ve tried this. Kind of. On stage. In Budapest. In a club. Stripped down. Jerked off on stage. Let the men in the audience touch my cock. It started like this: a couple of strippers fucking on stage.. me walking to the darkroom and back, joking about my cock being huge, a friend shouted out that my cock was bigger than the stripper’s. So.. It ended with me showing off my cock to the crowd.

Afterwards I went into the darkroom and let them blow me off as well.

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When I go to tan, I go to the nude beach.

I love tanning nude. The warm sun all over my naked body, that feeling is amazing! Sometimes I love that others look at me naked, at my cock. Sometimes I hate exactly that.

Having a cock that is bigger than the average erect cock when it’s soft is mostly a blessing. But. On bad days it’s drawing to much attention. Some days I just want to tan, nothing more. Having a cock that’s big sometimes make that difficult. People take a look and think: that’s a semi – he’s in the mood, or just walk closely by and start talking about the weather or something.

On days when I feel on top of the world I have absolutely no problem with this. Those days I spread out and flaunt it for everyone to see. Hell. On those days I even let handsome strangers taste it.