yet again, again

so it seems that bottoms will just go after the first dick that's wagged on their face ... why don't I learn that lesson? and most importantly, why don't I accept the fact that bottom are just fuck-holes and one should not pursue them for anything other than sex... my friends keep telling me that and experience shows me that again and again ... but then who does that leave available? maybe a two top couple who regularly finds bottom to use and fuck and discard--that's ultimately what turns them on -- use them, abuse them, discard of them ...
and what pisses me off is that they come all sweet and humble and talking bullshit about how they want a relationship {and I guess they want one with cocks} so they can get my cock and then won't leave me alone and all they want is to have me drilling their holes ... or I meet them and I just use them and fuck them and then they become attached ... like what the fuck? who respects an indiscriminate dick hungry whore enough to consider having a relationship with them? We all know that those are just holes to please your cock ... in the meantime, I guess one gets used to being alone and just wag the cock to attract the hungry white holes out there ...
sigh!

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