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He reached down with the poppers, I took a snort and then he did. He was more insistent now, his hand jerking more quickly and my mouth clenching down on his dick more tightly. My mind answered the poppers, I was a toilet, I was the piece of shit in the toilet that he was fucking, yeah, I was the turd wrapped around his dick. Fuck it man, I groaned, he pushed forward and leaned into my face. I felt his dick contract and his cum hit the back of my mouth, then again. He pulled away a little as I opened my mouth, it released the pressure on his dick and another shot of cum hit my tongue. I closed my mouth on his dick again and swallowed. His dick lay hot and full in my mouth. Slowly I let it go, it was still hard, shining wet and slimey brown. He stood back, sighed and looked down. He bent down and picked up his underpants, being careful not to move the piece of shit hanging in the crotch. He looked at it, nodded and held out the pants. I took them, opened them out and stepped into them. I was wearing his shit, man. I felt the now cool shit against my skin and his turd up against my legs. He handed me my jeans. I put them on and zipped them up. Yeah, I was wearing his shit, warming it up, encased in my jeans. He came over to me and spread his hands across my ass and up my legs, pushing the shit around. His hands rubbed the front of my jeans roughly as he grabbed my dick and mashed the shit filled pants around. His hand was big and firm on my dick, the shit felt hot and wet. He starting jerking me through the jeans until I drew that last breath before I shot my load into the shit in my pants.
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