World Of Wankkington..

IM A BATOR. IM A CHRONIC COMPULSIVE BATOR. ALL I DO DAY AND NIGHT IS GET LOST ON MY PENIS. IM A BATOR. IM A CHRONIC COMPULSIVE BATOR. WHEN I WAS AT WORK ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS STROKE MY DICK. I WOULD FIND WAYS AND EXCUSES TO GO TO THE BATHROOM JUST TO STROKE MY DICK. IM A BATOR. IM A CHRONIC COMPULSIVE BATOR. AS IM TYPING THIS MESSAGE IM RUBBING AND FONDLING MY DICK AND BALLS. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?? BECAUSE IM A BATOR. IM A CHRONIC COMPULSIVE BATOR.

I couldn’t relate to a post more relevant than this.

Reblog if you live in the DMV 👀

sometimes a guy in underwear....is sexier than a guy naked

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

M gonna reblog..

i was thinking about this post the other day i’m so glad i found it again

😂😂

Now if you don’t smile at this , you are a lost cause !!

This was beautiful

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH JACKING OFF WITH YOUR BROS 🤷🏽‍♂️ #BondingTime

Reblog if you are thinking of masturbating, masturbating or just got done masturbating.

I can relate to that….