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Dia pago com sucesso!!! #Treino #academiaminhasegundacasa #cademia #CrossfitRio #CrossfitBrasil #Crossfit #crossformabox #crossfiteiros #crossfitgames #crossfitman #crossgay #instagay #ripe #bee #urso #beard (em Academia Forma Fit) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzGKG3uHJVu/?igshid=1wk0vyc3awnyu
Hot and sweaty after a workout. That can only mean one thing...
FEAST
And get ready to experience what roided masculinity tastes like.
Don’t just take my word for how intoxicating my sweaty cock and balls smell, my buddy can now vouch for it too.
Worn for several days in a row, a workout every day, the head of my uncut roided cock wiped over the instead at the end of each day, and then to finish off? A nice, thick wad of roided cum unloaded over them before I ship.
Who else wants to find out what a steroid-fuelled man smells like? DM me.
Gonna light this bad boy up and suck it dry while rubbing one out. Who wants to lend me their throat for a while? That’d be ideal...
I don’t just enjoy it, I live it. No deodorant or cologne will touch this body, ever! Even after I shower, I still permeate man-scented goodness. You can scrub me down, but you’ll never rid of my manhood. And, quite frankly, I wouldn’t change that for the world. Don’t like it? Tough! You can either learn to like it, or fuck your girlyboy, floral smelling self right off from my wonderfully masculine stinking bubble. There’s plenty of men I can proudly continue smelling natural with. Leave the ripe pitting and sweaty nut sacking to be huffed and enjoyed to the real men, while you mask your sad, self-emasculating, sociatle-conforming, perfume-scented selves out of our permanent “post-hard day at work” stinky dude lifestyle. #staycalmandkeepstinking
Sweaty, stinky, sportin’ the white briefs... legs spread... what’s next?!
Ripe flex for my stinky brothers.
You are the Papa of my dreams. I hope I turn out looking like you one day, when I become a big, burly, bushy bearded Papa Bear, myself. Woof!
Had to reboot this munch #story
I smelled his cock
Last night at a mate’s party in a gay - friendly cocktail bar in Piccadilly Circus, there was this fit guy there who must have been 6'3" at least, sitting at another table with another bunch of guys but they were clearly straight. He seemed to be the Alpha in the group just by the way the other guys were paying attention and respect to him.
I don’t think he caught me staring but there was a point where I got up to go to the loo just as he was going. I didn’t stand in the urinal next to him but I could feel his heat. There was this other guy down there who was in the narrow corridor of the urinal, sinks and cubicle. The other guy said “is embarrassing isn’t it, waiting for the cubicle?”.
I tried to make him feel okay by saying “we’ve all been there, mate” to which he laughed and the hunk to my right, so had just started pissing a steady stream, laughed and said something. I didn’t actually take in what he’d said but it was with a strong Welsh accent. I think I melted slightly. So masculine and alpha.
I left the poor man to his cubicle waiting while the Welsh Rugby guy (he’s gotta be a rugby player, he kinda looked like Jamie Roberts, it’s not, I checked his twitter, he’s in Monaco) was still pissing a strong stream into the urinal.
A while later upstairs in the bar, I was just returning after getting my drinks, I was in a slight stupor, my eyes wandering as I was walking back to the tables my friend had reserved for his birthday. I didn’t realise I was looking at the Welsh guy when he said “Stop looking at my cock”. He was readjusting himself. I wasn’t looking at him. I wasn’t even looking down! I said “it’s alright mate, I’d already seen it.” thinking that’d get a laugh.
He then said, within earshot of his cronies around him, “sorry you had to witness me grab my cock and make a slight readjustment”, he said winking.
With that, he reached inside his jeans, under his belt, and makes another readjustment, possibly to give his balls a good scratch. I laugh and look around at the guys.
He then takes his hand out of his jeans and then laughs. Then he sticks it under my nose, laughing. The boys around him laughing too. I grab his wrist as if to stop him, but instead I look him in the eye and slowly move his fingers under my nose, smiling. “Mmmmmh”, I say.
They laugh and then move away. “That bloke just smelt my cock!”
Damn. He was so hot and yes I felt like a total bitch. His bitch.
To be honest I really didn’t smell much. But god dammit I wish I could smell his cock. I spent the night thinking of him and how to find him again but I know is futile.
