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Fuck<br>At the meeting, the management put the whole of our advertising department on the backfoot and, with a small run, soundly kicked everyone on a two-week holiday - summer, hot, ventilation can't cope.... They didn't give me holidays, so I couldn't get anything five-star, my only hope was Crimea, and that was if Timur was ready to invest in me. When I asked him if he was ready, he smiled unkindly and said that he was already investing himself between my bunions every night, and the wet sheet under me was evidence of the effectiveness of the investment. - Aha, I have to sponsor you to spin your whore's arse in Simeiz in front of men on the beach; you should go to the bathhouse,  [https://latifundist.com/en/novosti/50942-kreditory-spike-trade-obedinyayutsya-v-komitet Модель] my friend. Fucking jealous! And I almost never gave him a reason, except with Pashka, but Pashka had such a machine that it would be unforgivable not to seduce him - oh, my arse was still whimpering sweetly for a few days, even at work a couple of times, giving in to the memories, I ran away to jerk off in the toilet, including on my mobile phone secretly filmed video - my perfect arse accepting his perfect dick.... When he was about to cum, I thought he would blow me up from inside with his white fountain - inflate me with his cum like a frog is inflated through a straw.... So, the bathhouse. well, why not? My grandmother hasn't seen me for six years - Moscow knows how to twist things in such a way that I don't need to see my parents.... And in the village - this very bathhouse, steamy milk, testicles, hoo... but that's not what I'm talking about. - I'll go to Big Kukushki, then. My grandmother will be happy. - Then go. You won't be able to twist your arse there, except in front of the local drunkards or when a bear breaks you in the woods. Timur is actually cool, but like all swarthy men, jealous as a baboon. However, when every night you have a guaranteed [https://latifundist.com/en/novosti/50942-kreditory-spike-trade-obedinyayutsya-v-komitet anal] orgasm, you can be patient, right? Let the countryside and backwoods - and I did a fashionable hairdo with shaved zigzags on my temples anyway - it is necessary to keep the brand of a stylish metropolitan doltus, and let everyone jerk off while I will be in tight jeans, slightly (not provocatively, but who can appreciate - will understand) wiggling my smooth arse to march from the railway station to my grandmother's house, past the club, past the village shop, past the boys in Chinese sports trousers.... Not much has changed, has it? Except that foreign cars have appeared somewhere (how do they drive on these bumps, pontsutniks?), and the grandmother has quite a bit more grey hair. "Andryusha, you've grown up, you should look for a good bride!" Eh, if she knew that in my back under my jeans - a bride-to-be, and how many wedding photos she has in a special album "Only for the chosen ones...". - You can't even find a good bathhouse in Moscow! And under the shower - what is washing, Andrew? Just to wash off the dirt, neither health nor joy! I asked Sashka to make the fire hotter for you on purpose; so what if it's Monday, my grandson is coming, you'll heat it up like a sweetheart, and broom him, broom him, broom him, to knock out all the city's rubbish, because he's forgotten his dear grandmother! Do you remember Sashka? Sashka was my third cousin, a white-haired, wiry son of the local tractor  [https://latifundist.com/en/novosti/50942-kreditory-spike-trade-obedinyayutsya-v-komitet милф] driver, Uncle Lyova. I remember, at the age of fourteen, he got me so drunk on liquor stolen from my father that the whole next day I couldn't vomit.... I wish I recognised him now, the bastard! I do. Though if I'd met him in town,  [http://prorental.sk/2015/03/10/just-a-simple-post/ Anal] in a different environment, I wouldn't have recognised him; maybe I'd have held his gaze for a few seconds: he was a handsome man, with a face as unscrupulous as I liked; not so handsome, but "something" - lips in a perpetual grin, sunburnt curls on his tanned forehead, not a jock, but so.... "of the hound breed," as one of my ex-fuckers used to say. - Well, hello, Dronchik! - Sanya put his arm around me, patting me on the back so that I could feel what a man he was, - It's been a long time, bro, you've become a city man, how do you say it, a hipstar? - Sanya laughed, his teeth were white, his fangs were crooked, one of them was a third broken off - a collective farm bull had hit him with a horn, - wow, what details suddenly came to mind, I never would have thought.... Smells of smoke, booze and surprisingly decent perfume. - Hi, Sanek. Are you the first guy in Kokushki now? Perfumed like a gentleman! - I say in his tone, feeling that instead of a childhood friend I begin to perceive him as an interesting, albeit simple man. - Well, the first is not the first, but girls sometimes invite me to visit, - Sanja chuckled, slapping my lower back for some reason, - but in our country, Dronchik, it's not hard to be a beau, if you don't drink too much and your hands don't grow out of your arse.<br>Kostet got poisoned by bad booze, Grey got two years in jail for fighting, so all the women are mine anyway, even if I had a dick as big as an acorn.... What about you? You're not thinking of getting married? Because Sergeevna has found you a bride, she's a nice girl, she's got great tits, I gave her a squeeze once after a club... - Sanya was dreaming, - Anyway, if you think about it, I'll help you get to her. There in Moscow all the whores probably don't know what they want, and Lerka won't go out, except that I'll come in as a brother sometimes..." winked Sanya. - Sanya winked, clearly in a good mood. - You like to talk about women, - I looked into his shameless eyes, patting and groping in return. - And what to do here in the evenings, we don't have a lunapark, Dronchik! Let's go to the bathhouse, I've got everything in order there, and you can check out my creativity! The bathhouse stood a little apart, behind my grandmother's house, behind San's family's house; all of them had built it together once, so that on Saturdays the whole family could steam there. And I had a third of the village in Kokushki; I thought with a slight horror that I would have to go round everyone, and everywhere they would pour their unique (potato, beetroot, apple) moonshine into me and ask me what was going on with Putin and Kabaeva. Sanya was pacing, looking at me contentedly, and seemingly anticipating something. When I came closer to the bathhouse, I understood the reason for his smug mystery. The bathhouse had a porch, dahlias were planted in front of the porch, five metres of the path in front of the entrance were paved with smooth white stones, and - the most shocking thing - a board with crooked, unsuccessfully pretending to be beautiful letters was pinned above the door. "E-Banya." I fucked up a little. Sanya glowered, apparently mistaking my surprise for mute delight. - Come on, sneak in, it's the coolest thing inside," my brother pushed me under my arse. In the enlarged anteroom, apart from two neatly cleaned bunks, there was a table, on which - fuck Madrid! - two shabby laptops. Between them stood a cut glass with plastic daisies. Did he cut the flowers from the cemetery? - I thought. - I thought long and hard about what to call it, Dronchik. "Virtual Bath" - it turns out that it's not real, right? And what is it not real, if I'm so stoked that the girls will not sit for more than three minutes without a break? "Internet lounge with a steam room" is long. "E-bath" is short and to the point, like an e-mail. Sanya nodded at the corner under the ceiling, where a red light was blinking between bouquets of St John's wort and brooms, "And you probably thought that we were suckers here? No, brother, progress - you can't stop it! - Sanek," I asked, feeling my eyebrows rise to the top of my forehead and stick there, "who's coming here to chat? Matveyitch or Aunt Zina? - You think they're suckers! - Sanka sat down on the bench, pulling on his worn sneakers. - We have hunting here, don't you know? Every week hunters come here... They shoot so much that the boars only increase, but they like to have a good rest, with vodka. And in general, we need movement, otherwise you'll get mossy here... Let's drink to the meeting! The vodka was, of course, not just vodka, but infused vodka - rowanberries, sea buckthorn and some herbs I hadn't recognised. ....
If a friend happens to have a sudden...<br>I want to share my story. For a very long time I wanted to forget about it, then somehow I got over it, and now, when I have been married for a long time and will soon have a second child, I even like it. All this happened at the height of the 90's, when I was studying at the second faculty at the Institute of Physical Education. I lived in a hostel, as I came from a small town to the capital of the region. The country was in a state known to everyone, but besides hunger, crisis and unemployment, the whole sex thing started. By the way, we shared a room, four of us, counting me. All from the countryside, all pumped up, dark, crazy. And we didn't know about sex,  [https://latifundist.com/en/novosti/50942-kreditory-spike-trade-obedinyayutsya-v-komitet Kys] and all the things that came to our country from abroad with it. And here we are in our second year. We're sitting around doing some shit. Suddenly there was a ruckus in the dorm: a student from abroad brought some stuff. We didn't go, we knew he'd come and sell it to us. So he came, we thought he'd sell clothes. But he suddenly pulls out a box with a naked woman on it and shakes it: Here's what you want! Porn! We don't really get it, of course. He starts explaining to us what's in there and how. My boys and I listened so much that we got aroused (we were all in shorts, because the Institute of Physical Education, so you could see how the men stood up). In short, we shuffled around, scraped it up, and gave almost all of it away. There is also a problem: what to look at? We went and borrowed the player for a packet of macaroni, we were very impatient. We switched on porn, not yet fully understanding what it is. Then on the screen appeared some [https://latifundist.com/en/novosti/50942-kreditory-spike-trade-obedinyayutsya-v-komitet bitch] with the third size of breasts and started greedily caressing her hairy pussy, moaning loudly and stroking her [https://latifundist.com/en/novosti/50942-kreditory-spike-trade-obedinyayutsya-v-komitet tits]. Suddenly, all four shafts, as if on cue, almost ripped through the shorts. The slut continued to greedily fondle herself, and we gradually and involuntarily began to encompass our rock-hard cocks. Then all of us quickly threw off our shorts and started jerking off. I remember how greedily I was driving my giant, exhausted with the desire to put this blonde in. The guys did not lag behind, and in some ways succeeded. And here the beauty is already all sweaty, and I am high from a wild orgasm and ready to launch a projectile of sperm, but then suddenly everything is switched off. Either because of the player or because of the disc, but there's nothing. This is where we felt the worst bummer of our lives. Meanwhile, all the guys were getting turned on and were about to reach a delightful orgasm. We looked at each other, at the instruments, and again at us. Our eyes read: Where do we put all this heat? There was only one way out. I had never had gay fantasies before, but I had always noted handsome men among men, guided by my taste. And when I went to physical education, with us in the dormitory settled, as for me, just a standard of beauty. His name was Nikita, he was a year younger than me, he had simply gorgeous musculature, but he was extremely thin. He later reminded me of such an actor from porn, who plays a guy who looks at the cheating and takes part. I always forget the name. And considering this fact, plus all my sexual excitement, plus the fact that he was sitting right next to me, plus the fact that he had the biggest cock in the company, I instantly wrapped my hands around his phallus and began to jerk it off intensively. The guys were watching eagerly with their jerks. After a lot of jerking off, Nikita cummed right on my face. Here I could not stop and jumped on his cock. Meanwhile, the most pumped of us, who, as it seemed to us, was just a sex giant, now modestly nestled his peeper and began to jerk my cock with gusto. The fourth, the dean's son, instantly jumped on the spot and ran out of the room in terror. We, however, did not stop and only became more active in having sex. After a long stay in such a position, it was as if we had become one and without prior collusion, we formed the following figure: Nikita stood up, I began to insert from behind, and the jock began to force the cancer to blowjob. The same had no choice, and he sucked roughly. While we had Nikita in all holes, the dean's son came running, who called with him three of the most rugged women from the women's dormitory, which he was very excited and for whom he tail dragged, hoping for a shag. The women were drunk and only got excited. The guy realised that it was necessary to hook up, and, having sharply thrown the tittiest of the women on the sofa, began to insert her. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, as I was preparing to release liquid into Nikita. The two remaining women took out a camera and started to take pictures of us. In the meantime, the guys and I finished fucking, came to our senses, and not fully realising what we had done, we left with the half-drunk chicks, leaving the snitch to fuck the whore.<br>Then there was a terrible scandal: it turned out that the woman was on drugs, and the snitch only helped her to pass away. She died, and he, as we were later told in the hospital, spent another 15 minutes kicking the corpse. There was a big row at uni. He started to justify that we were making a gay scene here. We made the most bewildered faces, so we couldn't help but believe him. What the fuck is homosexuality, man? Two women confirmed that they only saw their friend and this guy (we knew that we had witnesses, so immediately after leaving the room, we fucked them hard, so that in the morning they doubted very much that they saw us gays) The case of that guy was hushed up, but he was expelled from the university. In the end I realised that the country was fucked up and transferred to a normal university. Then, by the way, I dated one of those two women for a long time. She died of an overdose at a party in '98. I got married, had a kid, but I still keep those old photos of our threesome. I often hope I'll meet him one day and fuck him good!

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If a friend happens to have a sudden...
I want to share my story. For a very long time I wanted to forget about it, then somehow I got over it, and now, when I have been married for a long time and will soon have a second child, I even like it. All this happened at the height of the 90's, when I was studying at the second faculty at the Institute of Physical Education. I lived in a hostel, as I came from a small town to the capital of the region. The country was in a state known to everyone, but besides hunger, crisis and unemployment, the whole sex thing started. By the way, we shared a room, four of us, counting me. All from the countryside, all pumped up, dark, crazy. And we didn't know about sex, Kys and all the things that came to our country from abroad with it. And here we are in our second year. We're sitting around doing some shit. Suddenly there was a ruckus in the dorm: a student from abroad brought some stuff. We didn't go, we knew he'd come and sell it to us. So he came, we thought he'd sell clothes. But he suddenly pulls out a box with a naked woman on it and shakes it: Here's what you want! Porn! We don't really get it, of course. He starts explaining to us what's in there and how. My boys and I listened so much that we got aroused (we were all in shorts, because the Institute of Physical Education, so you could see how the men stood up). In short, we shuffled around, scraped it up, and gave almost all of it away. There is also a problem: what to look at? We went and borrowed the player for a packet of macaroni, we were very impatient. We switched on porn, not yet fully understanding what it is. Then on the screen appeared some bitch with the third size of breasts and started greedily caressing her hairy pussy, moaning loudly and stroking her tits. Suddenly, all four shafts, as if on cue, almost ripped through the shorts. The slut continued to greedily fondle herself, and we gradually and involuntarily began to encompass our rock-hard cocks. Then all of us quickly threw off our shorts and started jerking off. I remember how greedily I was driving my giant, exhausted with the desire to put this blonde in. The guys did not lag behind, and in some ways succeeded. And here the beauty is already all sweaty, and I am high from a wild orgasm and ready to launch a projectile of sperm, but then suddenly everything is switched off. Either because of the player or because of the disc, but there's nothing. This is where we felt the worst bummer of our lives. Meanwhile, all the guys were getting turned on and were about to reach a delightful orgasm. We looked at each other, at the instruments, and again at us. Our eyes read: Where do we put all this heat? There was only one way out. I had never had gay fantasies before, but I had always noted handsome men among men, guided by my taste. And when I went to physical education, with us in the dormitory settled, as for me, just a standard of beauty. His name was Nikita, he was a year younger than me, he had simply gorgeous musculature, but he was extremely thin. He later reminded me of such an actor from porn, who plays a guy who looks at the cheating and takes part. I always forget the name. And considering this fact, plus all my sexual excitement, plus the fact that he was sitting right next to me, plus the fact that he had the biggest cock in the company, I instantly wrapped my hands around his phallus and began to jerk it off intensively. The guys were watching eagerly with their jerks. After a lot of jerking off, Nikita cummed right on my face. Here I could not stop and jumped on his cock. Meanwhile, the most pumped of us, who, as it seemed to us, was just a sex giant, now modestly nestled his peeper and began to jerk my cock with gusto. The fourth, the dean's son, instantly jumped on the spot and ran out of the room in terror. We, however, did not stop and only became more active in having sex. After a long stay in such a position, it was as if we had become one and without prior collusion, we formed the following figure: Nikita stood up, I began to insert from behind, and the jock began to force the cancer to blowjob. The same had no choice, and he sucked roughly. While we had Nikita in all holes, the dean's son came running, who called with him three of the most rugged women from the women's dormitory, which he was very excited and for whom he tail dragged, hoping for a shag. The women were drunk and only got excited. The guy realised that it was necessary to hook up, and, having sharply thrown the tittiest of the women on the sofa, began to insert her. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, as I was preparing to release liquid into Nikita. The two remaining women took out a camera and started to take pictures of us. In the meantime, the guys and I finished fucking, came to our senses, and not fully realising what we had done, we left with the half-drunk chicks, leaving the snitch to fuck the whore.
Then there was a terrible scandal: it turned out that the woman was on drugs, and the snitch only helped her to pass away. She died, and he, as we were later told in the hospital, spent another 15 minutes kicking the corpse. There was a big row at uni. He started to justify that we were making a gay scene here. We made the most bewildered faces, so we couldn't help but believe him. What the fuck is homosexuality, man? Two women confirmed that they only saw their friend and this guy (we knew that we had witnesses, so immediately after leaving the room, we fucked them hard, so that in the morning they doubted very much that they saw us gays) The case of that guy was hushed up, but he was expelled from the university. In the end I realised that the country was fucked up and transferred to a normal university. Then, by the way, I dated one of those two women for a long time. She died of an overdose at a party in '98. I got married, had a kid, but I still keep those old photos of our threesome. I often hope I'll meet him one day and fuck him good!