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We will remember them
Lest we forget
Is chillin out
[source: part 1, part 2]
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Please reblog, there’s only one of each individual and we need them all!
Always reblog.
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I have never hit that reblog button that fast before
I second that last comment.
Everyone needs an ‘Anna’ in his/her life.
THE GRUNT-BROTHERS
Not many guys used the decrepit wooden outhouse by the swamp at the far end of the summer camp at Dark Lake. It looked rotten as the fallen tree trunks submerged in the murky swamp water, the ones fungi grew on and turtles crowded to bask in the sun. The outhouse had four holes but two lacked seats and were split and seemed like they were ready to cave in.
Dan, blond and muscular, green-eyed and long-limbed and horny, felt the slight urge to move his bowels and the pressing one to jack off. In the cool stinking interior, he could do both. Pulling open the wobbly door and stepping into the gloom, he all but jumped when he saw that one seat was occupied–by another tall, 18-year-old counselor, Kyle Daggett. “Sorry!”
"Hey.”
Kyle was one of the hottest guys at camp, six feet tall, a couple of inches beyond Dan, with coal-black hair, close-set cobalt-blue eyes, and an arrogant jawline. Lean and lithe, he’d been a prep school track star, hard-bodied, with a thick, kielbasa of a cock and an ass so perfect Dan couldn’t imagine it cutting a fart , let alone dropping a log.
“I can go.”
“No way, man. Stay. Have a seat.” Kyle indicated the one next to him, inches away from his bare thigh. Kyle was wearing a red St. Tropez T-shirt, and his Madras shorts and boxers were pushed to his ankles. He squeezed his legs together, censoring his privates, but his bush was exposed in all its glory, as were his barbell-hard calves. Kyle grinned. “Really.”
Maybe the dingy light would camouflage Dan’s blushing. Unbuckling his belt, he yanked down his dungarees and white cotton briefs in one quick gesture. As he did, he realized Kyle would have a close-up view of his bare bottom and deep crack, both dusted with wiry, golden hair.
Dan settled on the toilet seat, accidentally brushing his right knee against Kyle’s left. He drew it away quickly. “Close quarters.”
“It’s kind of peaceful.”
It reeked, but the loose boards in the walls and roof allowed fresh air and sunlight to enter the structure.
Kyle pulled on one buttock, as if to open his crack wider. His face turning red, he cut a dry, windy fart. “Sorry…” Then he laughed. “Your turn, bro.”
Dan didn’t dare glance at Kyle, too afraid he’d fixate on his cock. He himself was hunching over, hiding his own rapidly bobbing hard-on.
“Let’s hear it, Dan.”
Truthfully, camp had constipated Dan: the gross food, the new schedule, and yeah, the lack of privacy. He hadn’t had a BM in two miserable days. He grunted, his face hot with embarrassment.
“Nothing?”
“I’m trying, hey.”
“Shitting a brick?”
“A fucking brick wall.” Dan snickered.
Kyle shifted, so that he inched closer to Dan and the hairs on their thighs touched. “I gotta let one.” Kyle pushed, and pushed his thigh directly against Dan’s, all the while staring at Dan with his cobalt-blue eyes. “Man. It’s coming.” Kyle cut a loud, wet series of farts and then a heavy turd smacked onto the oozy pile of toilet paper and worse below. “Ten pounds lighter!”
Dan dared say it. “Congratulations.” He clapped Kyle on his track-hard shoulder, then, with even more daring, left his hand, warm and trembling, on the shoulder a moment too long.
Kyle stood, exposing his amazing bare bottom, square, hard, with a tight crack. Kyle peered into the hole, where both boys saw the massive coil of Kyle’s soft grunt. “You’re next.” Kyle’s cock dangled, low but semi-erect, interested.
Dan was sporting a full-fledged hard-on. “I’m…bound up.”
“Come on, we had beans for lunch.” Kyle re-claimed his seat, closer to Dan’s, so that their bare bottoms pressed together. Kyle circled his muscular arm around Dan’s shoulder. “You can do it, brother.” He cupped his hand around Dan’s knee. Dan was leaking pre-cum the way the antique camp pump leaked water. “Do grunts. Come on, gassyboy.”
Dan obeyed his bro. He strained, staring into Kyle’s teasing eyes. He pushed, and a cannonball of a turd popped out.
“I want a log. I want a fucking redwood.”
Dan could smell Kyle’s turd and sweat and the spearmint gum he chewed to disguise his smoking.
“Do grunts.”
Slowly, inch-by-inch, a cement-like turd, a regular pylon, came out, out, out. “Fuck…”
“Later,” Kyle said. “When the coast is clear. Dirty bums.”
At last, the grunt hit the expanse of slop. Dan almost cried but sighed and gasped instead.
“Let me see.” Gently, Kyle lifted Dan off the toilet seat and the boys inspected Dan’s huge log of a BM. “Fucking world record.”
Kyle took Dan’s hips in his strong hands, grinding their boners together, before they even wiped their cracks. Dan never knew which boy came first; they both erupted, soaking their cocks, balls, bushes, and thighs in a streaming flood of stickiness.
Kyle knelt, picked Dan up in his arms. “Hey. Grunt-brother.” Snickering, he bit at his neck.
Dan could have come all over again. Wow, it was incredible, all-out amazing. It was like their assholes were married.
END

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My GC tradie mate is back… Hot as ever!
I’d love to be on my knees Infront of this stud!! 👅👅
His back is sexy
RUOK?
Hey guys. I know none of you really care about posts that aren’t a cock but for those who do. I know what its like to have nobody to talk to. If you ever find yourself in that situation. Please message me. Anytime. No matter what country etc. Sometimes all you need is someone to listen
Enjoy yourselves and stay safe
Which of you filth bags wants to send me some of your old bonds jocks? I’ll give them a great new home.

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My Best Mate’s Bro
Jake and I had been best mates forever, two peas in a pod, riding our dirt bikes together, swimming in the dam together, and even learning how to jerk off together. As he was developing a keen interest in girls, I was developing a keen interest in him, but when I told him I was gay, he was my biggest champion in our small country town, and we stayed as close as friends could be. Come the day of his wedding to his high school sweetheart, the old church hall was full of strapping country boys, bodies almost bulging out of their best suits. Jake was the handsomest of all, his blonde hair slicked to the side, sleeve of tatts on display, and I was his best man. The alcohol was flowing, and after an evening of drinking, toasting and staring at my best mate with a mixture of longing and horniness, I realised I had to piss, and bad.
I snuck out the back of the hall, behind the old corrugated iron water tank, enjoying the cool night air and the relief of a good piss when I heard a voice behind me. “Y’know, when Jake told me you were a poofter, I was worried that both of ya’s were, but it looks like he turned out alright.” I turned to see Jake’s older brother, Troy. Troy had been the captain of our school’s footy team, with dreams of playing for the Broncos one day, but after an injury ended his footy career, he became a real estate agent and his once-athletic body had grown paunchy from endless beers and schnitzels down the pub. He still had that sexy broken nose that never quite healed, that same alpha male confidence and that same cheeky twinkle in his eye. He swaggered up beside to me, unzipped his suit pants and pulled out one of the longest and fattest cocks I’d ever seen, unfairly big for a man with his compact frame. I could smell the beer on his breath as he pulled in closer to me with a smile. “Wanna suck on it then, poofter?” I did.
Moments later, like an obedient faggot, I was on my knees in the dirt, with Troy standing over me, looking extremely pleased with himself, as I choked down his fat boner. The only sounds were the muffled noise from the party, the cows mooing in the distance and the squelching of his warm cock in my mouth. All I could taste was the dried piss and cum under his foreskin and the musk of his sweat, and all I could do was whimper softly as he grabbed onto my head and picked up the pace, humping my willing mouth. I thought back on the number of times I’d heard him call me a loser and a cocksucker under his breath, and now here I was, proving him right. I felt his cock swell, and he grabbed my head, holding it in place and humping with short, sharp thrusts until his hot cum hitting the roof of mouth as I struggled to swallow. “Phwoarh … thanks faggot,” he said, getting his breath back. “You suck even better than Jake’s new missus.” Patting me on the shoulder, he zipped up and walked back towards the lights of the hall, leaving me with the taste of his load in my mouth and brown country dirt on my knees.