Cefran75

Paris 20 place des Fêtes......

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Wesh, je m’appelle Ayrton et je suis un keum de 18 piges dans une tess HLM à coté de Panam. Personne ne sait que je suis gay, je kiffe juste sur des mecs et me branle en pensant à eux.

J’étais en crush sur un rebeu de ma classe qui s’appelle Hakim. Il a le même âge que moi, il est grand (1m90), kiffant avec ses attitudes de macho, domi avec un air supérieur et provoc’. Il est super tactile, sourit beaucoup et aime fixer les gens dans les yeux.

Je savais que jamais il ne s’intéresserait à moi et qu’il était 100% hétéro. C’est pour cela que j’ai décidé de créer un compte fake (la honte), en me faisant passer pour une fille. Je l’avais ajouté et tout se passait bien ; j’étais finalement parvenu à être en mode charo avec Hakim et même si c’était par le biais d’un faux compte j’étais heureux.

Il se faisait tard et j’ai eu comme pulsion de le chauffer : Je lui envoyais plusieurs messages à allusion sexuelle dans l’optique de le faire bander. Il était très réceptif et allait même plus loin que moi. C’est là que j’ai reçu un snap violet : lui sur son lit dans une position bien kiffante. J’ai donc continué à le chauffer tout en me masturbant de mon côté. Il me demandait des nudes en retour mais je répondais seulement que je ne pouvais actuellement pas.

Il continuait à me chauffer avec des tofs de lui bien sexy dans des tenues qui me faisaient kiffer.

J’ouvrais les snaps tellement rapidement que je n’avais pas remarqué qu’il m’avait appelé en vidéo. Tel un abruti, je répondis et ma tête s’afficha sur l’écran, en appel vidéo avec Hakim. J’ai tout de suite raccroché, et il a envoyé un message en disant « Ayrton ? ». Mon cœur battait extrêmement vite et je l’ai tout de suite bloqué. Après ça, je n’arrivais pas à m’endormir et j’ai cogité toute la nuit ; qu’allais-je faire demain ?

En cours, je voyais très bien qu’il me regardait bizarrement. Il me fixait et me dévisageait. J’étais mal à l’aise et j’ai demandé à aller aux toilettes. Je me suis enfermé dans une des cabines et ai commencé à réfléchir. Après mûre réflexion, je me suis décidé à sortir en direction des lavabos pour me laver les mains. Hakim est sorti de nul part et m’a fait sursauté :

- Oh ! Tu m’as fait peur

- Désolé c’était pas mon but.

Un blanc s’installe pendant que je me lave les mains.

- C’était toi le faux compte hier non ?

- Quel faux compte ?

- Arrête de faire semblant, tu t’enfonces.. Je n’ai même pas osé répondre.

- Mais du coup t’es gay ?

- Quoi ?! Non pas du tout, c’était pour tester.

- Ah ouais ? Et pourquoi tu voulais tester avec moi ?

- Je sais pas.. T’es le seul de la classe qui a l’air d’avoir une grosse bite. - Hahaha et du coup elle est grosse ou pas ?

- Ouais..

Il s’approche de moi, à quelques millimètres de mon visage et souris. Il a pour habitude de faire ça, mais là, ça m’a directement fait bander.

- Et là si je la sortais tu ferais quoi ?

- Hein ? Rien du tout..

- Arrête.. parlons français ; tu ferais quoi ? dit-il en me fixant droit dans les yeux et en glissant sa main dans mon pantalon pour toucher mon sexe.

- Je te sucerais.. dis-je en chuchotant.

Il s’approche de mon oreille et murmure :

- Alors fais le, suivi d’un clin d’œil.

Je vois qu’il baisse son survet jusqu’à ses pieds et laisse dévoiler de bonnes cuisses musclées. Je me doutais qu’il l’était au vu de des survets qui le moulent bien. Il prend ma tête et l’approche de son boxer Calvin Klein.

- Renifle, ça sent bon hein ?

L’odeur est assez forte , elle sent la bite et la transpiration en même temps.

- Je porte le même depuis une semaine.

Il enlève ses chaussures, retire son boxer rapidement et me l’enfonce dans la bouche du côté où il y’avait sa précum. Il me tient par les cheveux et approche ma tête de ses couilles poilues pour que je les renifle. Il prend sa bite et me bifle violemment. Je suis un homme viril et je n’avais jamais été soumis de cette façon. Il me retire le boxer qui me servait de bâillon et m’ordonne de lécher ses couilles. Je lèche ses couilles et le goût est bizarre mais kiffant. Je commence à le masturber tout en caressant son torse pour sentir ses muscles. Je lèche son gland quelques secondes et me lance. Je commence à le sucer. Son 18cm est difficile à avaler, mais il prend la tête et me l’enfonce jusqu’à ses poils pubiens. Il gémit en même temps et continue de me baiser la bouche. Je suis à 4 pattes, il me tire par les cheveux et enfonce sa bite au fond de ma gorge. Plein de bave coule jusqu’au sol et, comme si ce n’était pas assez, il me crache dans la bouche en m’insultant de salope chaque fois qu’il retire sa bite.

- T’es un bon pédé mec ! 

Les vas-et-viens dans ma bouche sont de plus en plus rapide. Il enlève ses chaussettes qui sentent mauvais et m’oblige à les sentir. Je remarque qu’il a beaucoup de fantasmes et veut essayer beaucoup de choses. Je sens ses chaussettes et il me fait bouffer ses orteils qui ont un goût délicieux. Ses pieds font du 43. Il continue à me cracher sur la gueule puis il se retourne et met ses fesses poilues au niveau de mon visage. Il a un bon boule musclé. Je commence à lécher l’entrée de son anus et enfonce brusquement ma langue après avoir craché plusieurs fois à l’intérieur. Il prend ma tête et l’enfonce et commence à vrai dire à agiter ses fesses sur ma tête. Il se retourne, m’étrangle et m’insulte

- Putin j’kiff te limer la bouche comme une pute.

Il recommence à m’enfoncer sa bite dans la bouche. Le goût est tellement bon que je me masturbe en même temps. Finalement, il gémit si fort et m’éjacule dans la bouche. Il me dit de ne pas encore avaler et de me mettre debout. Je me mets debout et il se met à 4 pattes. Il a l’air hésitant mais se lance finalement et ouvre la bouche. Je comprends, je me cale sur un lavabo, écarte les cuisses à fond et enfonce ma bite à l’intérieur de sa bouche. Il est surpris et continue à sucer, même si on voit qu’il a du mal. J’éjacule dans sa bouche et il se lève pour m’embrasser. C’est une sensation particulière puisque nous explorons tous les deux des expériences jamais faites auparavant. Il me crache à plusieurs reprises dans la bouche

- T’as kiffé sale chienne ça se voit.

On se rhabille et on se nettoie. Avant de sortir des toilettes il m’avoue qu’il veut qu’on aille plus loin :

- Faut qu’on se capte mec et qu’on s’encule mutuellement.

Les mecs je trique rien que d’y penser…

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White Castle Farts

A story request based off of someone’s Uncle who would always get the worst gas from eating White Castle.

My uncle is a dick. Growing up he always took pride in harassing me. I remember at any family gathering he would always find a way to burp in my face or give me a wedgie. I always hated having to see him but he’s my dad’s older brother so my dad loved having him around. Things only got worse though when my dad decided to let my uncle move in with us. Living with just my dad life had been easy but once my uncle moved in my life became hell. I was now my uncles personal bitch to torture twenty-four seven. My uncle moved in with us towards the middle of July and because of the scalding heat and all of the boxes we had to move in the three of us ended up drenched in sweat. After we were finished moving everything in my dad announced that he was going to take a shower leaving my uncle and I alone. I started walking towards the back of the house to go to my room but my uncle called me back “Hey kid! Ya mind helping me out with one more thing?” I sighed reluctantly and walked back to the living room to see him smiling wide with his hands on his hips. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and I could see the sweat dripping down his muscular arms. I remember smelling him all the way across the room and just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Yea sure what can I do?” I said trying my best to sound like I cared. Right after I finished speaking he strode towards me while saying “you can take a big wiff of this!” Once he reached me he lifted his sweaty arm behind his head revealing his nasty sweat soaked armpit. I started to gag and pull my head back but before I had the chance he used his other arm to shove my face right into his wet pit. My face squished into his hairy trench as the smell overwhelmed me. I tried to pull away and push out but he was far too strong for me. He began laughing as he rubbed my face all around his sweaty hairy armpit. “YEAAA BOI you like that!!?” He yelled down at me. The stink he had produced from his armpit was inhumane. I was desperately trying to get free but still to no avail. Finally he stopped rubbing me around his pit and I thought that meant he was going to let me free but I was far from right. “Okay nephew. How about you take a deep sniff of my stink!?” I yelled into his armpit for him to let me free but my words were only muffled because of how closely pressed I was into his armpit. “I said inhale bitch boy!” My uncle said this time with much more command in his voice. My eyes began to water. I’m still not sure if it was from fear or disgust. I was at his complete mercy. Finally I mustered all of the strength I had left in me and I took a sniff of my uncle’s nasty armpit…willingly. “No no nooo. That doesn’t count. Deeper.” He said evilly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Once again I took a breath in through my nose sucking up his stink only for him to say “Deeper” At this point my eyes were flooded with tears but of course my uncle would never be able to tell because his armpit was already soaked with sweat. I continued inhaling my uncle’s armpit for what felt like hours heading his command every single time he told me to inhale deeper and deeper. He hadn’t even been living with us for twenty four hours and this is what he was doing to me I couldn’t take it, but yet he continued. “Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

His B.O was now living inside me

“Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

He laughed at me as I audibly gaged at his stench

“Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

There was no way he could’ve ever worn deodorant. No ones armpit smells this horrible

“Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

Finally I felt his grip on the back of my head release and I fell to the ground. My face slathered with sweat just looked up at him while he laughed down at me.

“Thanks so much for your help nephew. So excited to get to be living with you.” My uncle said as he stepped over me and left the living room.

My uncle has now been living with us for two years and the amount of suffering I have been put through by him is insane. He still gives me wedgies and burps on me whenever he feels like it but he’s upped his game in all of the time we spend together. I don’t think I’ve gone at least one week without my face plastered inside one of his nasty armpits. Oh and I was right he doesn’t wear deodorant. He says that he wouldn’t want it to get in the way of our bonding.

I’ve even tried to tell my dad about what he does to me but my dad just laughs it off and says that’s how my uncle messes around with people. That they would do that kind of shit to each other all the time as kids. I couldn’t believe that my own father was completely okay with my uncle using me as a towel to wipe his stink on.

Now I haven’t even gotten to the worst part yet. See besides the armpits and burps and wedgies my uncle loves to fart on me. His gas is usually horrible but thankfully he doesn’t fart too much. Only like once a day he’ll come up behind me and fart in my direction but rarely do I have to deal with them head on. That is unless he had White Castle. Something about this particular burger joint destroys my uncles intestines and thus destroys my life. He is well aware of the disgusting nasty burning wet farts that the food gives him but he eats it anyway just so he can torture me. The first time I ever had to deal with his White Castle farts was a Saturday night when my dad was out of town in business. My uncle had promised to take care of dinner for us but I had no clue what I was in store for.

Around six he returned to our house with a giant bag from White Castle containing six boxes with ten burgers each. He got sixty burgers which I thought would be too many for just the two of us but little did I know that I none of them were for me.

“You ever been around me after I had White Castle kid?” He asked me with a smirk on his face clearly already knowing the answer to his own question.

“No..why?” I asked cautiously

He laughed and then said “I’ll explain in a minute but let’s get more comfortable first.”

Without even giving me a second to react my uncle grabbed and threw me over his shoulder. I began yelling and screaming but it was no use. No one was going to hear me. He brought me to his bedroom and threw me down on his bed. I hit the bed hard and before I even had the chance to attempt to get up his was straddling my stomach leaning over my as he tied my left wrist to his bed frame. “What are you doing stop!!” I screamed up at him but he paid no mind to me just laughing sadistically as he tied my right wrist and then moved on to my feet. Once I was restrained tightly he got off me and looked down at his work. “One more thing and then you’ll be perfect.” He stated declaratively My uncle then walked over to his dirty hamper which I had become quite familiar with during his time living with us. He loved to grab me by the hair and just force my face into his dirty clothes. Often times I’d end up face first into one of his skid mark stained boxers. My uncle carefully plucked a dirty sock from his hamper turned to me smiling wide and then said “This is going in your mouth.”

I immediately started wailing in fear but then realized I needed to keep my mouth shut so he couldn’t get the sock in it.

“OHHH you wanna make this difficult?” He said once he realized what I was doing. Without even missing a beat my uncle plugged my nose preventing me from being able to breath at all.

“I got all night bitch boy. No matter what. My sweaty dirty sock is going in your mouth.”

I tried as hard as I could to get free of my restraints. This can’t happen. I can’t let this happen. I’m running out of air. Then it happened. I took the biggest gulp of air through my mouth and right away my uncle shoved his dirty sock in my mouth following that by taping my mouth shut .

He then walked out of the room laughing as I slowly soaked the sock in my saliva. Tasting every ounce of his sweat and stink on my tongue. My uncle then returned with the White Castle bag and as he pulled up a chair next to his bed said “taste good kid? I’m sure you love it. I’m about to have something that tastes good too, but you probably wouldn’t like these burgers as much as you love my dirty sock.”

Then began the most nerve racking hour of my life. My uncle sat next to me in that chair eating all sixty burgers as he explained to me how horrible his White Castle farts are.

“OHHH ho hoo kid you’re really in for it. These farts are wet and they burn my asshole. I can’t even imagine what they’re going to do to that poor little nose of yours.”

All I could do was watch him eat and listen to him talk about my unstoppable fate. His farts were coming and they were going to be unleashed all over my face.

Once he had finished all sixty burgers my torture began. “Time to get sniffing boy!” He said with a smile on his face as he got up on to the bed with both of his legs on either side of my head. I didn’t think things could get much worse at this point but then my uncle pulled down his jeans and his shit stained boxers leaving me with no choice but to stare up at his hairy big ass. I struggled even harder at this point but I think deep down I already knew that his hairy bubble butt was about to consume my face.

My uncle began to lower himself down on my face. His hairy cheeks spread giving me the perfect view of his unclean ass crack, and then he sat. He was straddling my face bare assed. I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could but I was already so weak at that point that in only fifteen seconds I was already inhaling his shitty butt. The smell was horrid. I was gagging immediately but I knew things were only about to get worse.

“OHHH boy I feel em comin. These are going to be real bad for you bitch boy HAHAH” he laughed at me as I suffered and then he released.

PHRSSTTTSSSSSSSSSGRLLLLGGRRRPHHRRPP

The fart was godly. It made my face vibrate and the immediately singed my nostrils. The smell was worse than anything I had ever encountered in my life time. My uncle’s White Castle farts were worse than every other form of stink torture he had put me through and he knew it.

PHRRRT SSHRPHHRLLRP. SHTRTTRTRT

“HUFF THOSE FARTS” he yelled down to me joyously as he began to lightly bounce his bare ass up and down on my face. I tried my best to breath at the least gross times but who was I kidding. I was laying down with my uncle’s dirty fart exploding butt spread across my face. There was no least gross time to breath. I eventually passed out from the stink only to wake hours later untied but with all of his dirty laundry poured on top of me and his dirty sock still tapped in my mouth.

Still to this day my uncle tortures me with his White Castle farts. He’ll either tie me down to his bed like he did the first time, and eat all of those burgers in front of me while taunting me about the torture that’s about to come. Or he’ll come home at night march right to me and tell me he had a shit ton of White Castle and that I have to sleep in a Dutch oven that night just to make sure he doesn’t have to smell any of his own nasty farts. I usually try and escape but he always captures me in a head lock, face first into his sweaty armpit. He then drags me to his room and tapes me up, never forgetting to gag me with one of his dirty socks. After that he strips nude seals me under his covers and climbs on in letting his big hairy ass meet my face. Then comes the main event. He forces my face deep into his hairy ass and farts on my face, up my nose all night long.

[lopabeur]

Via Lopabeurtepu

Les arabes, nos maîtres, nos seigneurs, nos rois.Quand Dieu a crée la terre, il a crée les arabes, des Dieux sur terre. Pour que les Dieux arabes puissent avoir une vie de rêve et êtres servit comme il se doit, Dieu dans sa bonté à créer des sous races, des chiens français pour servir d'esclaves aux seigneurs musulmans. Les français blancs sont donc des sous races, des chiens qui doivent être abusés et exploités par les seigneurs et rois arabes. Les arabes sont nos maîtres, nos seigneurs, nos rois, nos boss, nos Dieux, ce sont des mâles alpha tout puissants, nous devons nous prosterner à leurs pieds, les servirent, les craindrent, les respecter et les vénérer. Les arabes nous utilisent comme esclaves, nous sommes leurs serviteurs et leurs larbins, ils nous utilisent comme boniches et font de nous des esclaves rampants à leurs pieds. On leurs fait le ménage, la vaisselle, le repassage, la cuisine, on leurs fait des massages, on leurs sert le repas, on les essuies quand ils sortent de la douche, on les aides à s'habiller, on leurs ouvre les portes et on porte leurs paquets quand ils font leurs courses, ils sont servit comme des rois, des pachas, des Dieux. Les arabes font de nous des chiens, des esclaves, ils nous féminisent et font de nous des femelles soumises et sexy et nous exploitent pour devenir leurs putes. Ils nous formates afin que l'on soit très salope, bien chienne et bonne pute afin de leurs offrir du sexe 4 étoiles et un service de luxe avec notre bouche de salope et notre chatte anale de putain. Nos bouches et nos culs sont utilisés par nos seigneurs arabes pour qu'ils puissent se vider les couilles quand ils le souhaitent. On doit leurs sucer la queue, leurs lécher les couilles, leurs bouffer le cul et offrir nos chattes de putes pour que nos boss musulmans puissent se vider les couilles en toute tranquillité. Avaler leur nectar royal et divin est un honneur. Se faire gaver de leur sperme un devoir et notre nourriture. On leurs appartient et ils sont nos propriétaires. On leurs doit respect, servitude, soumission et vénération. Se prosterner à leurs pieds et êtres leurs esclaves est la meilleure chose pour nous les chiens sous races blancs français. C'est un honneur que d'être rampants à leurs pieds et d'êtres leurs chiens tenus en laisse avec le collier d'esclave, leur sous race de français, se faire insulter, cracher au visage, se faire tabasser et n'être qu'une pute à leur service.

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C'est mon cas 🤤🐶👅💦

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J assume ce que je suis

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[subforsasians]

Would you be able to serve Arab men by sucking on their sweaty, stinky socks, eating the dead skin on their feet, eating jam from between their toes, and cutting off their toenails with your teeth?

Yes Sir of course will serve any way that I am told

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You wanna sniff my stinking socks faggot? How's that? I know they fucking stink I can smell 'em up here and I've worn them all week cycling. How do you like them crushing down on your nose and your mouth, huh? You didn't think of that when you asked me to sniff my socks did you? Well it's my fucking choice your freak. I could break your nose and crush your teeth in right now, ever think of that? You're totally vulnerable to the power of my dirty stinking socked feet, you stupid fagtard. C'mon, sniff faggot, sniff hard, I wanna hear it and feel it. And I'll stop when I decide to stop, not you, fucking perv. No wonder everyone hates faggots, you're disgusting and unnatural.

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[cefran75]

Le Boss rebeu

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You know you are a slave for blacks, if you post this flag, also if you know, from this moment you have to obey every black men.

From now: Every black man who says you posted this flag, you have to obey him and he is allowed to fuck you, however he wish to do it.

If he tells you to lick his feet, ass or armpits, to swallow his dick deepthroat,or to drink his piss - you have to do it! Because this flag is the international sign for you are the property of every black man!

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I am!

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I will obey

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Vous savez que vous êtes un esclave des noirs, si vous postez ce drapeau, aussi si vous le savez, à partir de ce moment, vous devez obéir à tous les hommes noirs. A partir de maintenant: Chaque homme noir qui dit que vous avez posté ce drapeau, vous devez lui obéir et il est autorisé à vous baiser, comme il le souhaite. S'il vous dit de lui lécher les pieds, le cul ou les aisselles, d'avaler sa bite en gorge profonde ou de boire sa pisse - vous devez le faire! Parce que ce drapeau est le signe international car vous êtes la propriété de chaque homme noir!

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