No.2375
In 2005, I fucked a hohol on the train tracks behind Taras Shevchenko University in Kiev. Man, that hohol’s ass could grip. Real tight, not a hair on it, and a sphincter you could only dream of. I had fun at first. But he was so weirdly macho about it. He kept saying things like "thats right bitch, am I gonna make you nut?" and "fucking moskal I bet you can't wait to bust in my fat hairy man ass hahaha faggot". I just ignored him and kept railing. He continued unironically calling me his bitch and an orc as he had several hands free prostate orgasms spilling seminal fluids onto the train tracks, getting more angry and dominant after each one. "Yea i bet you like dudes. You look like a Russian pussy" he'd say "I cant even feel your limpdick bitch." I just kept clapping, wondering wtf is up with this hohol. After about 20 minutes of railing the hohol’s boypussy, drenched in sweat and his cream, I finally got a nut off despite his constant berating and degrading comments. He immediately hopped off, laid flat on his back and bent his legs over his head so the cum dripped out of his asshole directly into his mouth. "The fuck you looking at you Russian bitch? You like this gay boy?" He kept saying. After he got every last drop. He oinked like a pig and punched me in the face as hard as he could. He nearly broke his hand, but I was fine. "Fucking mongel” he said as he limped off into the sunset, shaking his wrist. That was the first and last time I fucked a hohol on the train tracks behind Taras Shevchenko University in Kiev.