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As a faggot, few things bring greater satisfaction and gratitude than the pleasure a Man derives as He penetrates a faggot’s cunt.

Take this faggot, for example - on its back, socked and jacked, and serving up its hole for a Man’s raw cock. The faggot knows this is why it exists; absent its ability to please a Man and serve as a receptacle for His seed, the faggot scant utility.

This truth is core to understanding faggots like me - our existence is pointless without Men, and we only fulfill our purpose when we are serving Them.

As soon as this Man has finished with this faggot - dumping His load up its cunt - this faggot will cease to have any value. Accordingly, this faggot will seek out more Men to serve - any Man - so that it can have a reason to exist at all.

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What a lucky faggot. As a faggot myself, I have always loved a 3-on-1 session. Serving all three Men with my two fagholes can be challenging - taking Two down my throat while the Third plows my fagcunt, or pleasuring One with my mouth while the other Two penetrate my sloppy ass.

It can be painful and uncomfortable for me, but as a faggot I understand and accept that Their pleasure is what matters and my pain is just the cost I must pay to be permitted the privilege of serving these Men.

This little faggot will likely be sore, and its throat and cunt raw and swollen from heavy use, but it will not regret the attention from these Men. Like any good faggot, this faggot will think back on this encounter with joy and gratitude.

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What a God among Men. As a faggot, I hunger to serve Him.

Looking at His thick, massive uncut tool I can’t help but to fantasize about burying my face in His crotch - breathing in His musk and scent - peeling back His foreskin to reveal His fat cockhead, and tasting His sweet and salty cock as He slides it down my throat.

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A pure expression of Manhood and Alphadom. As a dedicated faggot, I exist to serve, worship, and obey Him.

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As a faggot, I always love rubbing my spent hole after a Man (or better still, many Men) has finished using it.

I love the feel of warmth radiating from my swollen fagcunt - the slickness of lube, spit and cum that coats my hole.

But most of all, I love the gaping hunger for another Man’s cock and cum as my hole puckers in anticipation for the next load.

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U live in USA

Yes Sir, I do. I live in Washington DC. May I be permitted to ask where You live, Sir?

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There is so much right about this pic.

A gorgeous Alpha Stud with a massive hard cock, full balls, well-defined body, and sweaty pits.

As a faggot, I get so turned on by His huge dick with a well veined shaft and big, juicy cock head - I imagine me sliding my wet fagcunt down His raging hardon, riding the full length and girth of His cock, and milking a hot Alpha load from this sexy Stud.

I would be so grateful were He to sit on my face as I greedily tongue His asshole.

Likewise burying my face in His pits - drenched in His manly stink and sweat - as I nuzzle his underarm and taste His raw pheromones.

What a wonderful privilege it would be to serve and worship this sexy Alpha Stud!

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My Dad knew I was a faggot from an early age. As I grew into my role as an adult faggot, He would often make remarks - not overt, and never mean or hurtful, but almost encouraging - as He witnessed how I engaged with Men and, more revealingly - how Men interacted with me.

When my parents divorced later in life (when I was 24), He had nowhere to go and so ended up moving into my 1 bedroom apartment. There were obvious hints had I been paying attention; when He first arrived, He went directly to the bedroom, dumped His bags on the bed, and told me to move my stuff out of the bedroom so He had a place for His things; He said I could sleep in the bed with Him, but that He slept in the nude, and thought it was better for me to use the sofa; He would leave His dirty clothes on the floor in a pile next to the sofa for me to launder; and He would regularly jerk off with the door open and bark at me to grab Him a towel when He had finished. Indeed, my relationship with my Dad had become like my relationships with all other Men - He was an Alpha, and I was His faggot.

Before long, my Dad ceased to see me as His son, and began to see me for the faggot I am. His dominance flourished and I gratefully served Him as I would serve any Man.

For example, on more than one occasion, I was cleaning His toilet when He walked in to the bathroom; he looked down at me, working away at the toilet bowl, and without saying a word, pulled out His dick and began taking a piss in the bowl - like I wasn’t even there.

Another time, I was in the living room while He was Jerking off to loud straight porn. Over the sounds of moaning women and grunting Men, I heard Him holler my name - barking at me to come into the bedroom. Like a good faggot, I did as I was told and, upon entering, saw my Father fully erect - His cock was swollen and thick, much larger than my worthless fagdick, and shiny from lube; His large balls hung low - resting on His ass crack. I was staring and He snapped His fingers to break my gaze. He told me He had a cramp, to sit at the edge of the bed, and give Him a foot massage. I obeyed and began to knead His feet as He continued to masturbate.

He must’ve noticed that I was transfixed by His enormous cock and balls - or maybe He saw my erection poking through my shorts - but before long He was telling me to massage His calves and then His quads. As I rubbed His thighs, my fingers nearly grazing His ballsack, He continued to stroke His rigid cock.

As a faggot I knew that I couldn’t hide my need to serve and satisfy Men, even my Dad. He saw the pleading in my eyes as I continued to take in the vision of His manhood. He stopped stroking, grabbing one of my hands, placed it on His warm, slick shaft.

I was spinning - I was actually touching my Dad’s hard cock! He nodded approvingly at me and then closed His eyes and tilted His head back as I wrapped my hands around His dick and began to massage His throbbing cock. He moaned and ordered me to use my throat. He didn’t need to ask His faggot twice, and I skillfully swallowed all 8 inches of my Dad’s cock. He began to thrust down my throat - fucking my mouth like He would a pussy.

I knew what He really wanted and, pulling off His cock first a moment, said “ please can You fuck me Dad?” He thought for only a moment before pulling off my shorts to reveal the black jockstrap I was wearing (like a good faggot, I’m always prepared to take dick). He flipped me on my back and, raising my legs above my head, shoved His rock hard cock balls deep inside me.

“Fuck, son, I love your faggot ass” He exclaimed as He felt His son’s wet, warm pussy for the first time. He began to thrust into me with determination. He was very intentional with each penetrating push. His pace quickened and His breathing became more pronounced, “fuck, son, I’m so close - I’m gonna cum soon - I’m gonna pump you full of the seed I used to make you!”

Moments later, He plunged His cock balls deep inside me and I felt an eruption of my Dad’s hot seed flooding my faghole. He shuddered and continued to pump His DNA into my hungry cunt. Sweat dripped from His face and body as He pulled out and rolled over onto His back. Ever the dutiful son and faggot, I immediately began to clean off His cummy dick with my mouth and tongue. As I licked Him clean, He patted me on the head.

We are closer now than ever before. I serve Him and He continues to enjoy His son’s fagholes regularly.

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Ngl as a faggot, I would be grateful to be this piss slave.

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Komm her DU GEILER ARSCH!!! 😍