Flynn

These videos are great. Where can I get a compliant escort to re-enact what is shown here.
My usual trick is doing a government sponsored vacation.
 
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58d896c506f7b
 
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph583eca5cee5b5

Thanks for the clarification on the ground. If I were to go to Texas I'd definitely only meet vetted professionals like yourself and probably not some random Grindr dude with roses on his profile. But still makes me more nervous to hire/travel to Texas. 

Asks for donation upfront after you enter an apartment that looks like was struck by Hurricane Ida. Unstable but cute Mexican, I won't go back.

"We don't need condoms, I take Truvada!" My favorite escort and I then started humping like bunnies, bareback.

"That escort I used to team with, don't believe his posted pictures! He looks like a Serbian internment camp survivor in real life."

You are making unwarranted assumptions. Please do not bully other members.

What frightens me is that all along, Boeing insisted that the 737 MAX was safe to fly. It clearly was not. So how in the world should or could anyone believe them now when they state they are "updating the system to make it less powerful while it will install a modified version when the Max returns to service."

What frightens me is that all along, Boeing insisted that the 737 MAX was safe to fly. It clearly was not. So how in the world should or could anyone believe them now when they state they are "updating the system to make it less powerful while it will install a modified version when the Max returns to service."

He sent a three-fingered selfie with a face pic that matches the ones in his ad. Good sign, I think. If we can make schedules work, I'll give it go.

These videos are great. Where can I get a compliant escort to re-enact what is shown here.
My usual trick is doing a government sponsored vacation.
 
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58d896c506f7b
 
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph583eca5cee5b5

These videos are great. Where can I get a compliant escort to re-enact what is shown here.
My usual trick is doing a government sponsored vacation.
 
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58d896c506f7b
 
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph583eca5cee5b5

I say triple WOW! WOW WOW WOW.
Having just read about Benji's fellatio tryst with that big bearded greasy Chilango in the urinal stall, heavens. So much for picking up XXX paperbacks at the checkout stand, you only need to go to BN's blog for some hot action.

I "heart" MedFet!

There is a gay porn studio named "Bonus Hole Boys" which films and sells videos with FTM performers and CIS males interacting sexually! http://ftm.porn/tag/bonus-hole-boys
 
TruHart1

Well, I am impatient! I rooted around here and found this gem, a hot & hypothetical review of Benj. White hot!
 
Benjamin showed up at my hotel room at the agreed upon time. I opened my door to find a tall strawberry-blond guy standing there. He was wearing a dirty, torn, white Jockey tanktop, a pair of tight 501s, blue and white Nike sneakers and a pair of Rayban sunglasses. I offered him my hand as a greeting and his took my hand in his large, rough hand and squeezed mine just a little too tight. Right then I knew I was in the presence of a man. He grunted, “Nice to meet you.”
He walked into the room with a swagger that wasn’t cocky but rather told me that he was in charge. I offered him something to drink and in response, he walked up to me, took my throat in his large rough hand, put his face close to mine and said: “There’s only one thing I want” and then pressed his lips to mine – hard.
From that point on, the memory is a large carnal blur, pocked with flashes of ecstasy:
The moment I tore his jeans open to release his rock hard cock whose head was already smeared with precum.
Pulling his ass cheeks open, him putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face and tongue into his hole that was dusted with fine blond hair.
Him pinning my wrists back as he slid his cock into me for the first time.
Benjamin slapping my face when I begged him to not hammer my ass so hard.
And then fucking me even harder.
Me almost cumming.
Him pulling out before I shoot.
Grabbing me by the hair and throwing me down on the floor.
Him standing above me. Straddling me. His cock pointing to the ceiling.
Him lowering himself down onto my cock.
More blur.
I see him riding up and down on my cock.
His hard cock slapping against me as he goes up and down.
His hands are working his nipples.
His head is back.
His breathing is deep and guttural.
Moans.
Oh god.
His abs tense.
Up and down.
Faster.
He screams: “You fucking bitch cunt faggot!”
He looks into my eyes.
He spits in my face.
His body convulses.
Without touching himself, his cock erupts with five massive spurts of cum that splash me in the face.
My wrists are pinned behind my head.
He licks the cum off my face.
Blur.
His foot is at my throat.
I hear a command to cum.
I do.
The world goes dark.
When I finally come back to reality, Benjamin is dressed, sitting in the corner, smoking a Marlborough (he obviously doesn't know it's a No Smoking room - or doesn't care). He smiles at me a smile that says: “you liked it, didn’t you bitch?” I wearily smile back. He gets up, walks to the dresser, takes the envelope with his money. I try to sit up, say “I’d like to give you a tip.” He walks over, squats next to me, kisses me hard on the lips and says: “YOU are my tip.”
Then leaves.

Well, I am impatient! I rooted around here and found this gem, a hot & hypothetical review of Benj. White hot!
 
Benjamin showed up at my hotel room at the agreed upon time. I opened my door to find a tall strawberry-blond guy standing there. He was wearing a dirty, torn, white Jockey tanktop, a pair of tight 501s, blue and white Nike sneakers and a pair of Rayban sunglasses. I offered him my hand as a greeting and his took my hand in his large, rough hand and squeezed mine just a little too tight. Right then I knew I was in the presence of a man. He grunted, “Nice to meet you.”
He walked into the room with a swagger that wasn’t cocky but rather told me that he was in charge. I offered him something to drink and in response, he walked up to me, took my throat in his large rough hand, put his face close to mine and said: “There’s only one thing I want” and then pressed his lips to mine – hard.
From that point on, the memory is a large carnal blur, pocked with flashes of ecstasy:
The moment I tore his jeans open to release his rock hard cock whose head was already smeared with precum.
Pulling his ass cheeks open, him putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face and tongue into his hole that was dusted with fine blond hair.
Him pinning my wrists back as he slid his cock into me for the first time.
Benjamin slapping my face when I begged him to not hammer my ass so hard.
And then fucking me even harder.
Me almost cumming.
Him pulling out before I shoot.
Grabbing me by the hair and throwing me down on the floor.
Him standing above me. Straddling me. His cock pointing to the ceiling.
Him lowering himself down onto my cock.
More blur.
I see him riding up and down on my cock.
His hard cock slapping against me as he goes up and down.
His hands are working his nipples.
His head is back.
His breathing is deep and guttural.
Moans.
Oh god.
His abs tense.
Up and down.
Faster.
He screams: “You fucking bitch cunt faggot!”
He looks into my eyes.
He spits in my face.
His body convulses.
Without touching himself, his cock erupts with five massive spurts of cum that splash me in the face.
My wrists are pinned behind my head.
He licks the cum off my face.
Blur.
His foot is at my throat.
I hear a command to cum.
I do.
The world goes dark.
When I finally come back to reality, Benjamin is dressed, sitting in the corner, smoking a Marlborough (he obviously doesn't know it's a No Smoking room - or doesn't care). He smiles at me a smile that says: “you liked it, didn’t you bitch?” I wearily smile back. He gets up, walks to the dresser, takes the envelope with his money. I try to sit up, say “I’d like to give you a tip.” He walks over, squats next to me, kisses me hard on the lips and says: “YOU are my tip.”
Then leaves.

Well, I am impatient! I rooted around here and found this gem, a hot & hypothetical review of Benj. White hot!
 
Benjamin showed up at my hotel room at the agreed upon time. I opened my door to find a tall strawberry-blond guy standing there. He was wearing a dirty, torn, white Jockey tanktop, a pair of tight 501s, blue and white Nike sneakers and a pair of Rayban sunglasses. I offered him my hand as a greeting and his took my hand in his large, rough hand and squeezed mine just a little too tight. Right then I knew I was in the presence of a man. He grunted, “Nice to meet you.”
He walked into the room with a swagger that wasn’t cocky but rather told me that he was in charge. I offered him something to drink and in response, he walked up to me, took my throat in his large rough hand, put his face close to mine and said: “There’s only one thing I want” and then pressed his lips to mine – hard.
From that point on, the memory is a large carnal blur, pocked with flashes of ecstasy:
The moment I tore his jeans open to release his rock hard cock whose head was already smeared with precum.
Pulling his ass cheeks open, him putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face and tongue into his hole that was dusted with fine blond hair.
Him pinning my wrists back as he slid his cock into me for the first time.
Benjamin slapping my face when I begged him to not hammer my ass so hard.
And then fucking me even harder.
Me almost cumming.
Him pulling out before I shoot.
Grabbing me by the hair and throwing me down on the floor.
Him standing above me. Straddling me. His cock pointing to the ceiling.
Him lowering himself down onto my cock.
More blur.
I see him riding up and down on my cock.
His hard cock slapping against me as he goes up and down.
His hands are working his nipples.
His head is back.
His breathing is deep and guttural.
Moans.
Oh god.
His abs tense.
Up and down.
Faster.
He screams: “You fucking bitch cunt faggot!”
He looks into my eyes.
He spits in my face.
His body convulses.
Without touching himself, his cock erupts with five massive spurts of cum that splash me in the face.
My wrists are pinned behind my head.
He licks the cum off my face.
Blur.
His foot is at my throat.
I hear a command to cum.
I do.
The world goes dark.
When I finally come back to reality, Benjamin is dressed, sitting in the corner, smoking a Marlborough (he obviously doesn't know it's a No Smoking room - or doesn't care). He smiles at me a smile that says: “you liked it, didn’t you bitch?” I wearily smile back. He gets up, walks to the dresser, takes the envelope with his money. I try to sit up, say “I’d like to give you a tip.” He walks over, squats next to me, kisses me hard on the lips and says: “YOU are my tip.”
Then leaves.

Well, I am impatient! I rooted around here and found this gem, a hot & hypothetical review of Benj. White hot!
 
Benjamin showed up at my hotel room at the agreed upon time. I opened my door to find a tall strawberry-blond guy standing there. He was wearing a dirty, torn, white Jockey tanktop, a pair of tight 501s, blue and white Nike sneakers and a pair of Rayban sunglasses. I offered him my hand as a greeting and his took my hand in his large, rough hand and squeezed mine just a little too tight. Right then I knew I was in the presence of a man. He grunted, “Nice to meet you.”
He walked into the room with a swagger that wasn’t cocky but rather told me that he was in charge. I offered him something to drink and in response, he walked up to me, took my throat in his large rough hand, put his face close to mine and said: “There’s only one thing I want” and then pressed his lips to mine – hard.
From that point on, the memory is a large carnal blur, pocked with flashes of ecstasy:
The moment I tore his jeans open to release his rock hard cock whose head was already smeared with precum.
Pulling his ass cheeks open, him putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face and tongue into his hole that was dusted with fine blond hair.
Him pinning my wrists back as he slid his cock into me for the first time.
Benjamin slapping my face when I begged him to not hammer my ass so hard.
And then fucking me even harder.
Me almost cumming.
Him pulling out before I shoot.
Grabbing me by the hair and throwing me down on the floor.
Him standing above me. Straddling me. His cock pointing to the ceiling.
Him lowering himself down onto my cock.
More blur.
I see him riding up and down on my cock.
His hard cock slapping against me as he goes up and down.
His hands are working his nipples.
His head is back.
His breathing is deep and guttural.
Moans.
Oh god.
His abs tense.
Up and down.
Faster.
He screams: “You fucking bitch cunt faggot!”
He looks into my eyes.
He spits in my face.
His body convulses.
Without touching himself, his cock erupts with five massive spurts of cum that splash me in the face.
My wrists are pinned behind my head.
He licks the cum off my face.
Blur.
His foot is at my throat.
I hear a command to cum.
I do.
The world goes dark.
When I finally come back to reality, Benjamin is dressed, sitting in the corner, smoking a Marlborough (he obviously doesn't know it's a No Smoking room - or doesn't care). He smiles at me a smile that says: “you liked it, didn’t you bitch?” I wearily smile back. He gets up, walks to the dresser, takes the envelope with his money. I try to sit up, say “I’d like to give you a tip.” He walks over, squats next to me, kisses me hard on the lips and says: “YOU are my tip.”
Then leaves.

Well, I am impatient! I rooted around here and found this gem, a hot & hypothetical review of Benj. White hot!
 
Benjamin showed up at my hotel room at the agreed upon time. I opened my door to find a tall strawberry-blond guy standing there. He was wearing a dirty, torn, white Jockey tanktop, a pair of tight 501s, blue and white Nike sneakers and a pair of Rayban sunglasses. I offered him my hand as a greeting and his took my hand in his large, rough hand and squeezed mine just a little too tight. Right then I knew I was in the presence of a man. He grunted, “Nice to meet you.”
He walked into the room with a swagger that wasn’t cocky but rather told me that he was in charge. I offered him something to drink and in response, he walked up to me, took my throat in his large rough hand, put his face close to mine and said: “There’s only one thing I want” and then pressed his lips to mine – hard.
From that point on, the memory is a large carnal blur, pocked with flashes of ecstasy:
The moment I tore his jeans open to release his rock hard cock whose head was already smeared with precum.
Pulling his ass cheeks open, him putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face and tongue into his hole that was dusted with fine blond hair.
Him pinning my wrists back as he slid his cock into me for the first time.
Benjamin slapping my face when I begged him to not hammer my ass so hard.
And then fucking me even harder.
Me almost cumming.
Him pulling out before I shoot.
Grabbing me by the hair and throwing me down on the floor.
Him standing above me. Straddling me. His cock pointing to the ceiling.
Him lowering himself down onto my cock.
More blur.
I see him riding up and down on my cock.
His hard cock slapping against me as he goes up and down.
His hands are working his nipples.
His head is back.
His breathing is deep and guttural.
Moans.
Oh god.
His abs tense.
Up and down.
Faster.
He screams: “You fucking bitch cunt faggot!”
He looks into my eyes.
He spits in my face.
His body convulses.
Without touching himself, his cock erupts with five massive spurts of cum that splash me in the face.
My wrists are pinned behind my head.
He licks the cum off my face.
Blur.
His foot is at my throat.
I hear a command to cum.
I do.
The world goes dark.
When I finally come back to reality, Benjamin is dressed, sitting in the corner, smoking a Marlborough (he obviously doesn't know it's a No Smoking room - or doesn't care). He smiles at me a smile that says: “you liked it, didn’t you bitch?” I wearily smile back. He gets up, walks to the dresser, takes the envelope with his money. I try to sit up, say “I’d like to give you a tip.” He walks over, squats next to me, kisses me hard on the lips and says: “YOU are my tip.”
Then leaves.

Cock delight, I must agree. But it has been almost 60 days since that last entry.
Maybe I should go read some old Noah Driver reviews Benj submitted, they are hot too!!!!!

Cock delight, I must agree. But it has been almost 60 days since that last entry.
Maybe I should go read some old Noah Driver reviews Benj submitted, they are hot too!!!!!

Cock delight, I must agree. But it has been almost 60 days since that last entry.
Maybe I should go read some old Noah Driver reviews Benj submitted, they are hot too!!!!!

Benj, it has been almost a month since your last blog entry, when do we get another treat? The urinal scene in Mexico, OMG. I popped a 'woody', got out some Lubriderm, and then bopped the baloney. No Pornhub needed for me!
In your next blog entry, can you include something other than sexcapades? Perhaps shopping at Harrods, or on the Champs de Elysee. Maybe a story that makes us aquiver, like performing the Heimlich maneuver on a fellow First Class passenger when they're choking on their caviar.
A blessed and exciting life you live, give us MORE! 15MinutesMore!

Benj, it has been almost a month since your last blog entry, when do we get another treat? The urinal scene in Mexico, OMG. I popped a 'woody', got out some Lubriderm, and then bopped the baloney. No Pornhub needed for me!
In your next blog entry, can you include something other than sexcapades? Perhaps shopping at Harrods, or on the Champs de Elysee. Maybe a story that makes us aquiver, like performing the Heimlich maneuver on a fellow First Class passenger when they're choking on their caviar.
A blessed and exciting life you live, give us MORE! 15MinutesMore!

Benj, it has been almost a month since your last blog entry, when do we get another treat? The urinal scene in Mexico, OMG. I popped a 'woody', got out some Lubriderm, and then bopped the baloney. No Pornhub needed for me!
In your next blog entry, can you include something other than sexcapades? Perhaps shopping at Harrods, or on the Champs de Elysee. Maybe a story that makes us aquiver, like performing the Heimlich maneuver on a fellow First Class passenger when they're choking on their caviar.
A blessed and exciting life you live, give us MORE! 15MinutesMore!