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[Anonymous No.17564549]

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[I hate women No.17564763]

Good morning

[Anonymous No.17564773]

>>17564549
OP's daily routine

[Anonymous No.17565868]

ah, the liberation from gynoslavery to the glorious libertas of phallus heaven.

[Anonymous No.17565881]

>>17564773
Based

[Anonymous No.17565890]

>>17564773
Jelly.

[Anonymous No.17565916]

>>17564549
The cunt glued her hair to my palm. After I told her to hit the bricks, my now ex-girlfriend tip-toed into my room, slathered Gorilla-brand glue onto my palm, and pressed her head into it. Joke’s on her, though. Now she has to watch me and my brother fuck!

[Anonymous No.17565980]

>Ha! Gaaaaaaay.

[Anonymous No.17565997]

>>17565916

Delicious. More, please.

[Anonymous No.17566029]

>>17564549
Elizabeth rubbed her head, and then groaned in disappointment as the two men made out. Sure, they had all agreed to trying a cuckolding session, but she hadn't thought she'd be the one left out.

[Anonymous No.17566043]

>>17566029
based.

[Anonymous No.17566115]

>>17564549
I did, pic related

[Anonymous No.17566409]

>>17565997
Flash forward and, just like old times, I’m banging my brother in the ass on the couch. He turns around, gives me his signature “spank me” look, and says “spank me,” since that’s what he likes when we fuck in the ass on the couch. I go ahead and give him what he wants, but my fucking girlfriend’s head just bumps against his butt, and she looks up at me with quite the expression on her face, like “Oh, come on.” That’ll teach the bitch!

[Anonymous No.17566494]

>>17565997
>>17566409
“I’m not even gay, I just love spending time with you,” I say to my brother, and I can kind of see his head nodding from where I am so he hopefully agrees. Meanwhile, while this is many a woman’s most sexual of fantasies, the old ball and chain isn’t exactly having a ball. I get the feeling, as her ear forms a suction cup bond with the smooth surface of my brother’s sweaty ass, that she won’t be doing anything like gluing her head to her ex-boyfriend’s hand ever again!

The End

[Anonymous No.17566574]

>>17564549
ztop it!!! gedout his my boyfriennnd now??-he demanded in his valley girl lisped accent. He had been browsing 4chan for years now, little would he know masturbating to transvestites would cause his life to take this path and end up rejecting his former girlfriend.

[Anonymous No.17566962]

>>17564549
and then we clapped

[Anonymous No.17567367]

>>17564549
The MGTOW dream

[Anonymous No.17568028]

>>17564773
This.

[Anonymous No.17568049]

>>17564549
Bro's before ho's

[Anonymous No.17568055]

For sale: hot but not for thot.

[Anonymous No.17568062]

>>17564549
No.

[Anonymous No.17568091]

>>17564549
Gays always win out against traps. 'Tis better to be a faggot than to be fooled

The end

[Anonymous No.17568447]

>>17564549
>At a moment, he stopped breathing, as he realized that every men is once a women, the fact that every babies that are born were woman but sex gene determines the outcome to "man-ify a baby", he became enlightened, concluding that every men is once a women, therefore everyone is a women. Realizing this, there's no reason for him to search for another person with opposite gender if himself is also a woman, especially the fact that he is not used to the presence of someone who's much more different than him, from physical to mental wise. He looked at his best friend, the brothers of from the beginning, and start kissing him, leaving the woman away with him touching the head of the woman to avoid her interruption.

[Anonymous No.17568814]

>>17564549
There once was a faggot named OP
And a girl he wanted to be
One day he found out
Without a shadow of a doubt
That it was just cock he wanted please

[Anonymous No.17570164]

>>17564549
Cornelius went outside to the patio of Abigail’s McMansion and lit a cigarette. He despised his circumstance: the music, the architecture, the conversation, the people and, most of all, Abigail. He knew Abigail invited him because she fancied him. He came because he was beguiled by her looks. The issue, however, was her character, and the character of her female friends. To Cornelius, they were unappealing. Their minds were bent on money, material, careless carnal pleasures, popular culture, gossip and extemporanea of the most trivial sort. “Mankind has been sucked into a dusky gyre by those spinsters and coquettes who sprung the Women's Rights movement.” he thought. “Abetted by mindless pantywaists, they dragged Womanhood into a muddy hovel and left it there to fester for a century. The modern woman is the result! ‘Why not give women the vote? They have reason and agency, just like us men! Come on fellows! Tip-toe, tally-ho, off to Parliament and give the ladies a go!’ If only they knew what agony and vexation they would unleash on Mankind." Despite his misgivings, her poontang was most desired by his Johnson. To that end, Cornelius had engaged Abigail in conversation centred around topics she liked, such as Netflix and e-celebrities, complimented her looks and clothing, and asked her questions that made her feel like the centre of the world. “Oh my God, I love the Mandalorian! Baby Yoda is so cute!” yelled Abigail over the music. “Ha, yeah, Baby Yoda. His name is actually Grogu.” he replied. The flirtatious courting was going excellently, but Cornelius felt hollow. He felt dishonest and insincere. He could not abide the fakeness of his interest, and so, he went outside to the patio to smoke.

In the evening light, he espied another person. A young man, like himself. "Good evening. Could I have a cigarette?" he asked. The young man was arrestingly beautiful. His passionate eyes were complimented by his cheeks, which looked feverishly warm under his golden hair, and an impression of vitality and intense life radiated from his face. "Of course." replied Cornelius. "Thank you. The name’s Alex. What’s yours?." he asked as he took the cigarette in hand. "Cornelius.” “A pleasure. Say, do you have a lighter?" "Yes, of course." he replied. As he took out the lighter and ignited it, Alex placed his hand on Cornelius’ and guided the lighter to the cigarette. "Thanks." he said after exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Peculiar party.” “Yeah, it is interesting.” “You don’t seem interested.” “Truth be told, partying is not my forte.” “Oh really, what is? Philosophy? History? Politics? Say, you look like a Populares. Ave Caesar, amicus meus!” Cornelius and Alex laughed aloud, and they began to converse amidst a sunset swirl of gold and scarlets hues.

[Anonymous No.17570175]

>>17564549
>>17570164
The time passed amicably, and the conversation touched on many commonalities, until there was a pause. The two boys sat back and watched the last orange drops of dusk fall onto the Hyacinth in the garden. Alex moved imperceptibly closer to Cornelius. A minute later, he looked up into his eyes and smiled. A lump arose in Cornelius’ throat. Alex’s smile, his scarlet lips, was less a smile than an invitation to kiss. Cornelius wanted to. He wanted to kiss Alex lavishly, deeply and lovingly, but Abigail, that glimmering girl of the apple blossom hair, still held sway over his mind. In that moment, light spilled out from the patio door as a drunken Abigail stumbled out with a bevy of her pink-taloned harpies and doltish friends. “Baby Yoda! Hahahahaha!”

“HIS NAME IS GROGU!” yelled Cornelius in response. The group payed no heed and wandered further up the garden to the barque. Alone again, Cornelius smiled at Alex, took his hands and kissed his lips.

[Anonymous No.17570184]

>>17566409
>>17566494

Bravo, anon. Thank you.

[Anonymous No.17570920]

>>17570164
>>17570175
i like this.

[Anonymous No.17570932]

>>17564773
basado

[Anonymous No.17571560]

>>17570920
Thank you. I noted two mistakes: scarlet hues, not scarlets hues; barbecue, not barque.

[Anonymous No.17572827]

Bump for homo-eroticism.