u/tranquilizedminion

if u reside in the aforementioned areas and can host pls lemme know im 5 7 chubby and hairy and masc presenting if u want a flirtacious and romantic fuckbuddy to top lemme know and well see what we can do i deal only on sc only HMU if you are into my body type ....... not into dom sub bdsm stuff i like rimming anals bjs hjs cuddles and kisses dont approach if u cant reciprocate

EDIT: I do host but only at late late night in model town

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It was Day 1 of Eid. The house smelled like leftover biryani and regret. Everyone was melting into sofas, wearing new clothes they had already stained with mithai. Post Eid laziness had officially hijacked our souls. I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling memes, when my phone buzzed.

Him: "You home?" My pulse did a little slut drop. My fuckbuddy, let's call him Mr. Irresistible Dick, was texting. And my body, that traitorous temple of bad decisions, immediately said yes. The family was out. Perfect. I texted him to come to my house.

He slipped in, smelling like cheap cologne and bad intentions. We did not even say Eid Mubarak. The door clicked shut, and suddenly I was airborne, pinned to the bed like a ragdoll. He fucked me like a man possessed: deep, rough, and relentless. I was biting the pillow hard. I was his personal cumdump, and my ass was taking notes.

Right when he was about to finish, the chaos virus entered his brain. He ripped off the condom like he was starting a lawnmower and slammed back in raw. Hot? Yes. Stupid? Astronomical. He flooded my insides like a broken pipe. For five seconds, it was filthy and amazing. Then post-nut clarity hit me like a brick wrapped in shame.

In the rush, he tossed the used condom somewhere. Neither of us watched where. He was already pulling up his pants because his mom had called him fourteen times mid-thrust. Mama's boy energy was off the charts. "Gotta go. Love you, bye." Wait, did he just say love?

No time. I tore apart the room like an FIA agent. Under the bed? No. Between the sheets? No. Near the plants? No. I shrugged it off. Must have rolled into the trash. Whatever. Future me's problem. Future me would like to have a word. LMFAO.

Three days later. I am upstairs in another room, eating pasta while watching Project Hail Mary, when I hear footsteps. Dad's footsteps. The serious kind. "I haven't been in that room in months. Why am I going there now?" footsteps. My soul left my body. He walked into my room and stood there like a detective who had already solved the case.

"Son, who came to that room last time?" I was like, "Okayyyyyy, here we go." "Just my bestie, Dad." He did not blink. "Is he married?" What? "No. Why? What happened?" He crossed his arms. "I saw a condom lying there. It is still there. If you want to see it, go check. You need to change the people you sit with." My brain performed a full system crash. Blue screen of death. WHAAAAAAAAAT? "I am so sorry!" I yelled, already sweating through my kurta.

Thankfully, my dad is not the toxic shouting type. His calm tone made it worse. Like, yell at me, please. Ground me. Do not just disappoint me quietly. I threw my imaginary friend (not my bestie) under the nearest bus. "It must be the other friend's. Yeah. Him. Aapko tou pata hay na phir ajkal kay larkay kitnay beghayrat hotay hain. Main tou apkay samnay hun; 26 saal hogayi umar, ek dfa bhi cigarette ko hath ni lgaya!!!"

Dad gave me a long, disappointed look. "Okay. Here is what you are going to do. You are going to block that friend. He is never seeing your face again." Little did he know. I am a total whoreish bottom. And the real owner of that condom was at that very moment texting me: "When are we meeting again?" 💀

Dad also asked, very awkwardly, if I and my friends were bringing girls over to fuck. I nodded solemnly. "No girls, Dad. Promise. "Technically true. I never said anything about boys.

Apparently, he had decided the maid was not coming that day, so he went to clean my room himself. And found the artifact. I became paranoid about condom disposal. I now have a system that would impress a crime scene cleaner.

One day, I finally confronted Mr. Irresistible Dick. "You absolute walnut. Where did you PUT that condom?" He gave me the most pathetic puppy face. "Oh that. I kept it on the side of the plant." THE PLANT? "YOU COULD HAVE FUCKIN' TOLD ME, YOU DUMBFUCK! " He shrugged. "Acha, sorry na........" I snapped. "You son of a bitch. You are never getting near this ass again." He started begging. "I am sorry, babe. Please. I will do anything." Of course, the dick was still irresistible. We hooked up again. But this time, I stood over him like a prison warden while he disposed of the condom like his life depended on it. "Wrap. Tie. Throw in my hand. Good boy."

Moral of the story: Never trust a horny guy with post-nut condom disposal. If your dad suddenly cleans your room unannounced, just start praying. And if he asks about girls? Just say no and let him keep his peace. At least my dad knows his son can fuck girls. LMFAO.

Lesson learned. Mostly. 😂

(AGE)

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So last night I was finally home alone (dad was out) and decided to invite this 24-year-old guy I’d been chatting with. He’s decent-looking in pictures, but red flags started early. Before he even left his house he asked if I had delay spray. I replied: “What the fuck is delay spray?” He still showed up anyway.

I did the whole proper gay prep ritual; took my PrEP, douched like my life depended on it, flossed my teeth, laid out condoms and lube neatly on the side table, dimmed the lights, everything was set. Vibes were moody.

He walks in, doesn’t waste any time, and immediately starts sucking on my tits. That part was actually fine. Then he tries to kiss me. The second his face gets close… pure cigarette ashtray breath hit me like a truck. I pushed his head back gently and declined the kiss. He didn’t seem to care.

I pulled his shalwar down, got on my knees, and barely gave him 30 seconds of head when suddenly he makes the “where do you want me to nut” face.

Under four minutes. I didn’t even get to drop my own trousers properly. He cums all over my face. Classic. I pull back, look up at him and go “Bro… already?” He just shrugs. So I ask the obvious next question: “So… you wanna do anal now?”

He looks at me like I suggested we burn down the building and goes “Nnnmmm.” I say “What?” He says “No.” Cool. Cool cool cool.

I hand him tissues like a decent host so we can both clean up. This dude immediately starts wiping his own dick like it’s a medical emergency while I’m still sitting there with a full facial like a forgotten porn extra. I had to clean my own face, then said “fuck it” and jerked myself off.

Also, important context: I had clearly told him beforehand, “My dad might come home so you gotta be quick, leave in under 40 minutes max.” My man took that as a personal challenge. From the second he walked in to the second he nutted: four minutes flat. He drove 8 kms to my place, stayed maybe 10-12 minutes total, and apparently reached back home in just six minutes. I need to know what kind of teleportation bike this guy owns; prolly the world’s fastest Foodpanda dick delivery.

10/10 would not recommend, but at least it was so quick my dad never found out. Even my bottom ass came after him. A night to remember. 😂