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@whatheoncedid
Somehow…Palpatine Returned. HELLO BOYS! I’m still in complete shock myself but I’m BACK!! Will be keeping WhatHeOnceDid as my back up.
This was my primary account- I won my appeal and it’s restored! If you have only followed me here there’s YEARS of content to go through. I’m going to keep this account as a backup and go back to posting on the original blogs! Please follow me there. Thank you all for supporting me.
Shhh shhh be a good boy and shut up. Shut up No one wants to hear you. Put your hands behind your back. Stop struggling. You’re already swallowing cock so just swallow anything that comes up back down. I’m not gonna tell you again you have to keep quiet. You’re lucky the house is empty right now. All that hacking and coughing. I know you do it for the attention… you need a lot more training. A. Lot. A good boy is nice a quiet. Let’s a man do his business in his mouth or ass and takes it without making a peep. Just relax your mouth. Relax your throat. The less you fight it the quieter you’ll be for Daddy. I’m halfway there, now gimmie good head and keep quiet. Shhhhhh no crying.
“Hey can you smell this? Do I absolutely NEED to take a shower? You know I fucking hate showers. Water blasting you in the morning. Soap making you all fuckin itchy after… sniff it let me know.” I turned from the sink to see him standing their holding one foot up. “Pete. You’re disgusting. I can smell you from here you animal. You smell salty as fuck, how can you not know?” I said. I was fixing my hair trying to get it to cooperate. “Well that’s just like my regular smell! C’mon! Is it bad enough that I need to shower, because basically no one would even know once my shoes and clothes are on right?” He asked. He was still perched awkwardly. Since I had realized I was obsessed with him I had tried my best not to look at him. I moved in with a straight guy to avoid catching feelings. Now I was head over heels. Desperate for the feeling to pass. Now with him there in a towel, scent filling the room. I was about to scream or blast a load in my work pants. “Pete fuck OFF. You reek everyone talks shit about it, just not to your face— because well, most of you is muscle. Anyway, take a shower, don’t take a shower. It will surprise no one when you smell like a locker room full of cum socks. We ALL expect it, ok it’s a thing. Hear it from your gay friend cause no one else is telling you. Now get out! I gotta get ready for work and I don’t want your…musk, settling on me. OUT.” I said sharply. He slowly put his foot down. He stared at me. He lunged at me and pinned me into the wall. “What the FUCK is your problem?!” He growled. “Pete— I gotta go to work, and it’s early” I was in shock and fumbling for words. “Talk your shit but don’t you EVER be cold with me. ME. Dismissing me like I’m fucking nobody?! Lately you won’t even look me in my fucking eyes dude. Avoiding me. Treating me like a rando. So again what is your fucking problem?!” He was speaking in a voice I didn’t recognize. His expression was one I hadn’t seen. I was at a loss. “Peter—I’m, it’s just” my brain decided to quit. “You know what I think the problem is?” With a quick twist of his hand his towel dropped to the ground. “You fucking want me bro. You crushin on the man of the house? Tryna save face bruh?” His face slowly changed back to the handsome jokester I knew…and loved. “Jesus Christ. I hope you’re not playing a prank on me.” I whispered. He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his hard on. “Does that feel like a prank to you?” He asked. He was warm, hard, and sticky from sweat. I felt my knees buckle. “Now… I seem to remember asking you to sniff some things? You ready? We’re gonna have some fuuuun bro!” He said lifting his arm. “Uhm—don’t call me bro. Gross.” I said snickering. “Ho-Ho-hooo really? You know you’re gonna pay for that right?” He mashed his sweaty pit in my face. My body went limp as I kept on jacking him. “Thaaaaaat’s it, let it get all over your face…and don’t worry, from now on I’ll call you bitch.”
Guys if you have received any DM’s from me asking for money or with erratic messages- I was basically shadow hacked for a while. (Don’t give guys full access to your phone…no matter how good the D is 😑). Anyway accounts recovered. Filth soon.
You were gonna take off points for class participation?! You dick! Like why didn’t you tell me I was doing bad or whatever? Oooohh look at this, “Student behaves in a way that is entitled, privileged, and disruptive to the other participants”! Why do you like hate me or something? Don’t fucking talk! Keep taking deep nose breaths you bastard. Delete. Delete. Delete. I hope my feet smell SO bad right now. I hope it’s making your head pound. You really were gonna send this Professor? Do you know what my parents would’ve done to me if I got a D+? You’re my favorite class to. That’s the crazy part. I’m giving myself an A. I deserve it. Obviously you were just being hard on me because you have a crush… D+…Your asshole is about to get D+ in a second… First tell me who your favorite student is? Now don’t be stupid Mr. Hanson… If you say any other name I’m failing them right now. Who’s your favorite FAVORITE? With the stinkiest feet in the whole world, most good lookin guy on campus, smartest one of ‘em all, best student you’ve EVER had… Say it Hanson. Make me believe it.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” He said from his sprawled position. The whole room already smelled like him. I wanted to scream, or faint, maybe cry? “What are you doing here? I said I didn’t wanna see you again.” I said. I dragged my suitcase into the room and closed the door. “Did you miss me?” He asked. Arrogant bastard. I hated him. “Listen it’s not normal, our arrangement got too toxic and…how the hell did you even find me? How did you even get a key to the room?!” I was exasperated. “We went to the same high school idiot. You think I don’t get the same reunion emails?” he stood up and started walking toward me. I knew his feet were sweaty by the smell of the room, but hearing the suction on the floor with each step let me know they were still damp. God what was about him? He’d been my obsession since I was 13. He coiled his arms around me neck. “I said, did you miss me?” He looked me deep in my eyes. Standing this close I could smell every glorious scent coming from his body but my true first love was those pits. He was so warm. “It’s not about whether I miss you. Who dates their bully? It’s fucked in the head. I need to be single until I can be in a normal relationship.” I said. It was so hard trying to fight my instincts, I wanted him to kiss me, stuff me in a locker, hug me, punch me… “that’s where you’re wrong, we were never dating. You belong to me. I belong to you too though. Fuck normal. We’re more than that.” He said. I felt my knees buckling. He rubbed his wet pit in my face, I felt like I was home again. He pulled me into a deep kiss, he caressed my face. Then he slowly began pulling and twisting my ear. My eyes watered, I winced, I was rock hard. “Please,” was all I could whisper. We both knew I wasn’t begging for him to stop… I needed more. He grabbed a handful of my hair pulling it roughly. He pressed his lips against mine. With his eyelids at half mast, he whispered, “I’m Back.”
“Shh just sit” he pushed me down onto the toilet. “Look-I- people are gonna think it’s weird we’re in here together. We should get back to the party.” I said. He pulled off his hoodie and pulled down his pants. His body was beautiful. Worked out but well fed. He smelled like beer and sweat. God he was hot. “You like me right?” He asked. “Of course… you’re sex on two feet my friend.” I said with a nervous laugh. “You’d have sex with me?” He asked. “Uh… yeah. If you were science I’d donate my body to science.” I instantly hated myself for that joke. He giggled and said, “that’s what I thought.” I’m a sucker for cocky guys. He had the body and build I wish I had. Tall, broad, and strong. I always hated my thin frame and below average height. “Listen, if you were gonna-I mean I haven’t really prepared for sex and if-well maybe we should just do oral because I’m not that experienced.” I rambled. He held his thick finger up to my lips and shushed me again. He stood me up, I couldn’t be sure but it was like he lifted me. He had my pants down in on motion. A quick pull and my shirt was off. I was expecting him to turn me around but he sat me back down. He reached into my underwear and pulled out my cock. “Mmm big boy…I was right about that too.” He said with a grin. Truth be told I had a big dick. It wasn’t exactly a porn cock but no one ever called it small. It was my greatest pride. He pulled down his boxers. His dick wasn’t as big as mine but I wouldn’t have called him small either. I was in a haze, the air was charged. He spit on his fingers and slid them up his crack. He straddled me and with a single thrust shoved his meaty ass down on my cock. It knocked the wind out of me. His ass was so warm and deep. I’d never been balls deep in anyone. I couldn’t even process how good it felt. “Oh holy fuck…this is not where I thought this was going. Oh Jesus Christ…Fuck oh my god… holy shit dude.” I was out of my mind. “Shut up. Just take it” he said covering my mouth. He started working his way up and down riding me. In the tiny bathroom we both worked up a sweat fast. After a few minutes I could smell his natural funky ass mixed with his sweat and mine. I groaned as he worked me over. I ran my hands over his bulging muscles and felt the power of his meaty ass in my hands. His cock was rock hard and rubbing on my chest. It must’ve been what a toy feels like when a dog is humping it. He started to moan. The center of his chest went red. Without touching it his cock shot off. Long hard spurts on my chest. The first flew out so hard it hit the bottom of my chin. He came to a stop and pulled off. He started getting dressed. “God I needed that,” he said smugly. “But-but-“ I mumbled. “You just had some butt butt donkey boy” he laughed. “Please just give me another minute, or let me lick it or something I’m so close” I begged. “You can handle that yourself” he said laughing at me. He picked up his boxers and threw them at my face. The scent of his ass hit me and I was right on the edge again. He walked out of the bathroom and told the people in line someone was still inside. Sniffing hard on his undies I was blasting my load in three strokes. I practically blacked out. I came back to my senses when I heard banging on the door.
“Get back over here… I thought you were a stink pig. Scent of a workin’ man is a lil stronger than you were expecting huh? We’re just gettin started pretty boy. You think these stink? My balls make me gag! My pits are gonna make your eyes water… and I got an ass funk that’ll make you pass out! This is a nice two day stank boy. We gotta get you accustomed to my scent. So don’t even think about using that tongue. Maybe on day 4, or 5, I’ll let you have a little taste… but until then you’re just gonna sniff and suffer while I beat off”
“Don’t be shy! Fuckin get in there. Do you know how hot it is knowing my kid brother gets off on the smell of my socks and my sweaty feet? So many men would kill to be me right now. Getting my feet worshipped by a hot piece of ass like you. God damn it feels sooo good! Get that meat out brother I wanna see what my feet do to you. Beat off do it, show me you love me”
“That went even better than I thought… I mean. An ALL DOORS buy?! We—this is the big leagues! Officially.” My head was spinning and my heart was still pounding in my chest. We’d been through hell putting together the sales pitch and now, we were going nationwide. He was laughing and holding his head. We were both giddy. He plopped down on the hotel bed. He tapped the one parallel motioning for me to sit. I sat and said, “we won’t be having to share a hotel room after this amariiiight?” I pointed my finger-guns at him while making a clicking sound with my mouth. “Don’t be so sure” he said with a wink. I gulped. I wished he wasn’t hot. My life would’ve been so much easier if he wasn’t hot! “You made me look very good in there. You really landed that whole meeting, thank you.” He said. “Oh god that’s the easy part. I’m just glad all those late nights were worth it!” I answered. “You like making me look good…don’t you?” He said. His eyelids dropped, his breathing slowed, he put his hand on my knee. “I just—I guess I’m trying to say—well it’s not that hard to make you look good,” I stammered. He crossed his leg and untied his shoe. He let it drop. He did the same with his other shoe. He began stretching his toes in his socks. As the mellow scent began to hit me, I was starting to freak out. I couldn’t catch my breath. This was all too much stimulation. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to scream, cry, or cum. “You… were a very, very good boy today.” He said in a buttery tone. Instantly I was grounded again. He called me boy. He called me a good boy at that! I couldn’t speak but I was sure I was beaming. “Do you know what good boys get?” He asked. “No—ehh, what should I call you?” I asked. “Call me Sir,” he said winking again. “No, Sir. What do good boys get?” I asked. He slowly peeled his sweaty sock off, “good boys, get stinky feet time.” He said. He looked down at the floor, and I understood. I sunk down between both beds. “You’re gonna sniff, and kiss, and lick my big feet… I’m gonna rub ‘em on you and let you snuggle up to my nice soft sweaty feet ok boy? Just for you.” He said. He slowly lifted his foot. “Start with lil kisses ok?” He said. I began kissing. The smell was perfect, salt sweat, musk, cotton, and leather. I let out a sound that was half moan and half whine. “Gooooood boy. Yeah. That’s so sweet. Good boy, you can lick if you want to. You deserve it.” He said. I was writhing on the floor, “how did you know?” I whispered in between licks. “When we checked in, I told you I was gonna shower and shave. I forgot my razor, I came out to grab it and there you were… sniffing my socks and touching yourself. You were in such a trance you didn’t even notice I’d caught you. That’s when I knew things were gonna change.” He answered. I was making out with his soles as he spoke. “I’m gonna beat off now my special boy. You can too, you just gotta ask permission to cum ok? And you gotta say real loud what made you cum. You gotta talk about my feet ok? You got that?” He said. “Yes Sir, I got it. It’s your big, perfect, warm, stinky feet that are gonna make me squirt. Sir’s feeeet.” I moaned. “Good boy.” He said.
It’s only ever one of two reasons when a guy is nasty to me. Dirty looks. Eye rolls. Not so much as a good morning or hello. The first is the obvious reason, jealousy. My height, my looks, my build, my dad owns the company… It must be easy to be mad at someone like me. Then there’s the second reason a guy is a total bitch to me. Fear. Fear that you won’t be able to hide that you are out of your mind attracted to me. If I rejected you it’s be your exact type of guy turning you down. God forbid we have a friendly exchange and you get a raging hard on cause my hand brushed against yours. You sit too close and get a whiff of my manhood if I cross my legs… You’re a lil cunt to me because you’ve been in love since the second you saw me. You didn’t want anyone to know so you just bitched me out every chance you got. Well we’re done with that bullshit. Drop the act. I just love seeing those stubborn eyes break. You’re going to be my property. I will make sure it’s very obvious. But before we get to that part. Get on your knees. Your gonna press your face into my worn out sweaty sock and apologize to me for every time you were nasty little brat to me. When I’m satisfied with your apologies, I’m gonna yank you over my knee and beat your ass til it’s red. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t try to hold back your tears.
“Morning… nice of you to let me sleep over. Sorry bout the smell! Woof I was sweating like a whore in church last night. My wife complains about all the time. I can’t imagine it’s much better between my legs right now. Will you let me know when you suck my dick?”
Oh good… you’re up. You can stop struggling, you taught me how to tie those knots. This is finally happening. I got fed up with you not making a move so, I had to handle this myself. You were so content to keep up things exactly as they were. The horrible sexual tension, your self righteous bullshit about our age difference. That ends now. You can’t feel guilty if I’m the one who pulls the trigger. I’m gonna pull down my pants now. I’m gonna take your gag out… then I’m gonna sit on your face. Actually I’m gonna ass fuck your face. I’ve been dreaming about that big nose sliding in and out of my hole. I know you want this as badly as I do. It might not be the way you dreamed, but I don’t dream. I plan. God I love you.
Shout out to @crusheddownunder83 for helping drop a massive load…… of posts this morning 😏
“Hey sorry! I see you’re all tucked in but can you do me a huge favor? Let me know if I can get away with wearing these undies another day? Not sure If they’re too rank. I’m only asking you cause you’re always digging through my hamper and sniffing my jockeys. You must be checking them for freshness right? There’s no way you’re a total pervert getting off on sniffing you’re roommates sweaty underwear… no, that’d be as crazy as me purposely letting my undies get all rank cause I like you getting off on my stink. That’d be insane right?! Anyway I’m gonna sit on your face now, really dig your nose up in there and let me know if 4 days is too much”
“You the neighbor’s son right? You’re standing real close. You uh… you like the way my pits smell? Look at you turning red. I knew it. That smell always brings out the little freaks. You got anything that can melt in those bags? Then come here follow me in to the stair well. Just come with me. C’mooon it’ll be real quick I just wanna show you something. No one will see it’s gonna be fast. I’m gonna jerk off in your mouth. You’ll swallow and go upstairs. Come let’s go. Stop pretending you don’t want to. You think my pits smell? Imagine my dick. 5 minutes I promise. You’re gonna love it.”
