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12/9/2023 5:57 am

Blog post 1

So, how many of you guys have had a fuck time with a hot guy in a wheelchair?

I happen to know that over the years, many of you have, as I’ve had many hot, raunchy fuck sessions with lots of you.

You see, years ago after a motorcycle accident, I lost my left foot, often necessitating the use of a wheelchair. Before you wankers start feeling sorry for some fucking guy in a wheelchair, let me clue you in about fate. After my accident, it was discovered that some of my nerves got fucked up. But guess what? It was a fucking great thing! My tits got super charged. Yep, they are are about 10 times as sensitive as they were before and can now take a fuck of a lot more pain and abuse. They are like 2 super charged cocks. And speaking of my fuck-tool, it now has a fucking mind of its own. Yep, I so often show a hard-on though my filthy worn jeans and leathers, and I ain’t shy about it. But the biggest change has been to my fuck-hole. Ain’t fucking kidding. My fuck-hole is the most super charged of all and it feels like I’m being gang banged by multiple cocks simultaneously. It feels this way 24-7. Fucking 24-7, never any relief, and I mean NEVER in all the years since my accident. I fucking love it!

When it was explained to me about my fucked up nerves situation way back then, the docs wanted to treat “my condition.” I told them, “Absolutely, fucking not!” This is fucking true and I’m not shitting you. It’s fucking great! I’ve always had a great appetite for hot, raunchy sex, and as an older horny guy, I’ve grown even hungrier, raunchier and more sadistic. I’ve had no problem finding hot pig-boys from 20-60 to fill my almost daily fuck dates, especially now that I pretty much have the time to indulge the nearly constant urges of my super charged tits, cock and fuck-hole.

As a still attractive older cigar grunge dom, I’ve kept myself lean, fit, healthy with daily workouts and a well-fed, creative libido.

Though, for you vanilla wankers out there, I doubt we’re compatible, but for the serious pig-boy, I’ll command you in our piss, cum, ash, grease, sweat, spit, tobacco drool, beer, burnt, and smoke stained worn leathers, jeans and skin. Get off on our man funk scent as I work you over with our groping ashtray crotches, piss dripping tits and cum dripping bound balls, as we fuck play in the park, garage, mall toilet, or motel. Fucking great being a man, ain’t it?

One of the cool, raunchy things that my hard-on now likes, when it shows hard through a pair of worn, greasy stained 501s, is to have a lit, hot cigar rubbed on its hard outline in my jeans. Fucking true! Could never do it before, bet you can’t either. Yep, a hot fired up tobacco stick rubbing right on my grungy jeans, and I don’t mean 2 fucking inches away. When it gets too hot, I order my boy to hawk a gob of his tobacco drool on it or I grab his cock, as he is usually hooded, bound and gagged, and order him to cool my hot hard-on with his piss. While it’s true that I’ve had my 501s burnt more times than I can remember, and it looks fucking great, my hard-on has never been harmed; pained for a few days, yes, but never harmed. It just grows harder. Yeah, I know that I’m probably a mother fucking freak of some kind but it’s fucking great, man!

I’ve made some porn videos of me cigar-roasting my meat and it seems a fuck of a lot of you boys sure enjoy watching me abuse my cock. Thanks guys! I do too.

Some of you have asked me about the fucked up denim shirt, jeans and leather vest I wear in my porn videos. Not only have they never been washed, but they’ve been infused over the years with loads of cum, piss, tobacco drool, grease, lube, mud, motor oil, beer, etc… But what you really want to know about is the shit load of burn stains, especially on my shirt and leather vest. Yep, it’s fucking cool to wear but even kinkier on how me and two of my fuck buddies created the fucking mess. It’s called “Cigar Chicken.”

Cigar Chicken is a raunchy game that me, and my buddies, Tom and Dean, made up some years back.

Since we are all heavy cigar smokers and indulge in grungy cigar sex, this “game” sort of developed one night after we all had had several beers (with most of the beer that we drooled, spitted or pissed onto one another). Since the guys knew that I have a high tolerance for pain and raunch, they decided that they were going to “smoke me.” Naturally, I encouraged them!

So they each fired up a mother fucking huge Churchill cigar and got the tip glowing red hot. Following that, they’d strategically place the hot tip on my shirt just under my pumped up tits or in my crotch beneath my hard-on. If I could tolerate it until there was a black burn stain on my clothes, then I’d fucking win and I’d then get to do it to them. However, since my screwed up nerves allowed me to endure a great deal more than they ever could, I had to give them odds, and that meant that they’d have to “smoke me” several times and that I had to endure a great deal of “burns” before I could claim a victory. Again, naturally, the masochistic nature in me took over and I’d agree to just about anything at that point. Also, both Tom and Dean are over 6 foot and each weigh in at over 200 lbs. while I’m just a trim 5’ 8” and 145 lbs. No way I’m going against those fuckers! The ultimate loser in this game, which is usually Tom or Dean, gets tightly, and I mean fucking tightly, hooded, bound, and gagged. They then have to endure a very lengthy session of ass whipping, flogging, cock, ball and tit torture. Since we all can take a fuck of a lot; welts, whip marks, and raw-red skin is always the result. Shit, do I get off on whipping a guy’s cock and ass until it’s glowing like it’s on fire!

Admittedly, I often get far too cocky for my own good. It was after one of those times that Dean lost one of our “smoke me”<b> games </font></b>and had to submit. Following his release, he and Tom grabbed me out of my chair, threw me on the floor, spread my legs as far apart as possible, fired up a couple of cigars, and, after they got them red hot, they proceeded to “smoke me” in the ass of my jeans. Yep, there’s now a cigar burnt hole in my 501s where you can get about three greasy fingers up my ass. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that before? What great buddies they are, thinking of me and knowing what a fucking pig I can still be at my age! Thanks, guys.

Among my other kinks is my love of water sports and exhibitionism .

In a park not far from where I live, there’s this really filthy public toilet where I’ve come to feel right at home. I’ll sometimes hangout there for 2 or three hours having a smoke, and since I’ve gotten to be known over the years by the guys who frequent the place as a resident piss pig, they now simply come in, pull open my leather jacket, pop open my grimy 501s and let their hot piss cascade over me. Most days, I’m the only toilet that gets used. By the time I leave dripping, the toilets are fucking dry and I wheel away to my car dripping and smelling fucking great!

One day, I was sitting there alone after several guys had already been in to drop their load of piss on me, when a fucking cop came in. Aw shit, I thought. While I had already zipped up my leather jacket and buttoned up what was left of my 501s, it was still pretty obvious what I’d been doing from the stench rising off of me. He started to give me shit about that he could take me in, have me arrested, and other shit. But as he was going on, I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his pants. Yep, it was a cop boner. He wasn’t going to do shit, I thought. I know what the fucker wanted. So I relaxed, slouched in my chair, and said coolly, “Ok, I know what you want. That’s cool.”

We looked at each other, I looked at his hard-on throbbing though his pants and slowly unzipped them and carefully took out a good sized cock. I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket and took out a condom.

“What the fuck you doing?” he yelled at me.

“Yours is cop cum,” I said. “It’s valuable shit. I want to save every drop, sir.”

He seemed to be cool with my explanation and said, “Fine, faggot. Just get your fucking mouth working. After all, I hear that’s what you’re best at.”

“Yes, sir.” I didn’t waste a fucking second and went down on him like I’d not had a cock in years. While he had a great cock, the wanker could not hold off, especially when I started to deep throat him. I got my prize. He shot a big load into the rubber, which I quickly removed, tied off, and dropped into the open breast pocket of my leather. He looked at me disgustedly, unzipped my leather jacket, and without a word, his hot stream of piss hit my chest and started a river into the crotch of my jeans. When he finished and zipped up, he hawked a gob of spit onto my stash and beard and left without a word. While I was relieved that he didn’t haul my ass in, I truly was just too fucking turned on to even move.

As I wheeled out to my car dripping a trail of hot cop piss behind me, I smiled as I thought about the fantasy that so many of us have had about cops. And, fuck, I had a fresh load of cop cum in my pocket that I planned to drip on my stash, tits and balls during my next porn video; ultimately, licking and eating every fucking drop of his precious cum as I imagined him whipping the shit out of my tightly bound cock and balls as I screamed through my gag yelling, “hurt me, sir! Hurt me harder, fucking sir!”

Since I’ve that incredible sensation in my fuck-hole, I’m not one to often take it up the ass. Why would I, when nothing is going to feel anywhere as great? However, Tom and Dean often wanted payback, especially after they’ve lost a round of “smoke me” to some little pecker like me. More than a few times, they’d haul me up like a sack of shit, throw me over the seat of their Harley, and fuck me right through that greasy hole in the ass of my jeans. I’d always tell them afterwards that they’re the world’s greatest fuckers, but truthfully, nothing can compare to that incredible sensation I already feel in my fuck-hole.

I get dozens of texts from horny men every day, especially from those who’ve seen or read my porn (most of which is actually true, especially my fucked up nerve situation). I’m truly glad that they treat me like a sex object and not some poor wanker in a chair. I love being used, abused and abusing them. Though, to my credit, you have to admit that I’m fucking bold and pretty creative. To me, that’s perhaps one of the greatest benefits of being a man.

Well, fuckers, I hope we meet up someday and look forward to having a fucking good raunchy time!


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