Looking for older men with SWOLLEN bellies
I"m a man in my 50s. I"m looking for men in their 50s who fit the following
HUSKY and BURLY men with SWOLLEN and BLOATED bellies.
SHORT, STOUT or STOCKY men with BLOATED POT-BELLIES.
I like HUSKY, STOUT, or BURLY men who are HAIRLESS and SMOOTH; or who have a
HAIRY BACK, HAIRY SHOULDERS, and a THICK LAYER OF HAIR all over their butt.
HUSKY, STOUT or BURLY men who are BALD are especially welcome, especially if
they"re BALD and UGLY!
CLEAN SHAVEN ONLY! NO BEARDS OR MOUSTACHES.
I'd like to get in touch with SATANISTS OVER 50 (see under "About My Partner".)
If you're interested in SATANISM, read about "My SATANIC INITIATION" under "About My Partner".
POT-BELLIES. SWOLLEN BELLIES. FAT SLOBS. BLOATED GRANDPAS. BALD MEN. OLDER MEN WITH HAIRY BACKS and HAIRY BUTTS. UGLY MEN. UGLY MEN who are BALD and have a HAIRY BACK and a HAIRY BUTT. OLDER MEN with BIG BUTTS.
Men in their 50s who are:
HUSKY and HEAVY-SET
SHORT and TUBBY
SHORT and DUMPY
The TYPES of MEN that turn me on:
A BALD and BRUTISH, HUSKY and BURLY NIGHT WATCHMAN.
ILLITERATE STEVEDORES and other DOCK WORKERS who earn their living through their BRUTE STRENGTH.
A VULGAR-LOOKING, SHORT and DUMPY SLOB who earns a meagre living selling SCRAP METAL at a JUNK YARD.
A GRUFF, HEAVY-SET, SHABBILY-DRESSED owner of a dodgy, second-hand car dealership.
A HUSKY and BURLY BRUTE who owns a cheap and sleazy tavern where blue collar workers gather.
A SWARTHY, ROUGH-LOOKING ROAD REPAIR FOREMAN with a BIG BULGE in his dirty pants.
A HUSKY, BALD and BRUTISH club BOUNCER with a BIG BULGE.
A HUSKY and BURLY, SWOLLEN and BLOATED FURNITURE MOVER.
A BALD and BRUTISH, HUSKY and BURLY BUTCHER who owns his own butcher shop
BEARDS and MOUSTACHES are for me an INSTANT TURN 0FF!
Profile pictures showing UNCUT COCKS TURN ME OFF!
About my Partner
Besides the physical characteristics described ABOVE, my IDEAL partner would be open-minded and not uptight about trying something different but always safe. He would go along with my suggestions for trying different positions and so on during our sex encounters.
I"m looking for an OLDER man to participate with me in a Satanic ritual. The man I"m looking for would fit one of the following descriptions:
A HUSKY and BURLY man in his 50s.
A SHORT, STOCKY, POT-BELLIED man in his 50s.
A man in his 50s who is BALD, and has a HAIRY BACK, HAIRY SHOULDERS,and a HAIRY BUTT.
CLEAN SHAVEN MEN ONLY. NO BEARDS or MOUSTACHES.
The ritual I have in mind will be described to the right man who is interested in Satanism.
UGLY men are especially welcome as long as they have no beards or moustaches.
Most of all, I"m looking for a HUSKY and BURLY man who is SWOLLEN and BLOATED to participate with me in a Satanic ritual. During the ritual, I want to WORSHIP your BLOAT! (Read about "My SATANIC INITIATION" further down here!)
UGLY MEN: Where ARE the UGLY MEN? Are there no UGLY MEN on X-Tube? I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
I"m VERY MUCH turned on by OLDER, UGLY men with a POCK-MARKED "POTATO" NOSE.
If YOU are UGLY, don't be shy or reserved. Drop me a line. YOU TURN ME ON!
If YOU are OVER 50, UGLY and BLOATED, YOU are what I'm looking for!
NO BEARDS OR MOUSTACHES!
IN A BOOK ON THE OCCULT, I read that medieval Europeans recorded hundreds of cases of demonic possession. In one of them, "The face of the possessed was said to contort into the features of the devil, his belly became bloated, ....and he bellowed obscenities in an unnaturally deep voice."
Others reported that Satan appeared to them in some ugly ANIMAL shape or as an UGLY man. In a book on demonology, Behemoth is depicted as a BLOATED BEAST, and Belphegor is shown as an OLD DEVIL holding up his tail with one hand as he SHITS into a wooden privy.
I am possessed by a filthy demon who makes me LUST for UGLY, OLD men. He has instilled in me a MORBID, PATHOLOGICAL, and DEMONIC OBSESSION with BLOAT.
A medical reference book that I came across says: "The small intestine is a twenty-one-foot-long tube" and "the large bowel can store considerable amounts of fecal matter".
At any given time, the BOWELS of an AVERAGE man are FULL of FAECES. Now, imagine the LARGE AMOUNT OF FAECES contained in the large bowel and small intestine of a HUSKY, BURLY man with a SWOLLEN BELLY!
I would do anything to inspect and examine an X-ray of an OLD man with a SWOLLEN BELLY. The reason why his BELLY is so BLOATED is because there is A LOT of FERMENTATION in his BOWELS. This FERMENTATION is due to the PUTREFYING BACKED-UP FAECES that accumulate in his COLON over the years . In other words, his BOWELS are FULL, and he has A LOT to DEFECATE!
This FILTHY thought was suggested to me by a DEMONIC voice that whispers in my ears all kinds of obscenities, filth, and perversions. I tell this DEMON to send me an UGLY, BLOATED BRUTE to initiate me into SATANISM.
My SATANIC initiation
The man that SATAN sent me to initiate me into SATANISM was waiting for me in his bathroom. I was meeting him for the first time. (I won't go into the details about how I met him. Suffice it to say that, after I put an ad on the Internet, his e-mail ended with the words, "I'm BLOATED, and waiting for your call!")
Before I entered the bathroom, I knocked on the door which was partially open.
"Come in!" said a gruff voice from behind the door.
As I entered, I heard him saying "Come and see how BLOATED I am!"
I was taken aback - and THRILLED - at the same time at what I saw.
A HUSKY, BALD and UGLY man in his late 50s was sitting on a cupboard and leaning against the wall. His SMOOTH and HAIRLESS BELLY was SWOLLEN and BLOATED. He had a SWARTHY complexion; dark, BUSHY eye-brows; MALEVOLENT eyes; and a LARGE POCK-MARKED POTATO NOSE. He was the UGLIEST man I ever saw!
He didn't have a single hair on his body. He was ALL MEAT, from the tip of his shiny bald head to his SHAVED GENITALS. His body seemed to be made for the PLEASURES of the FLESH!
As I rushed to kneel before his widespread thighs, the Brute mumbled: "Am I BLOATED enough for you?"
I was so turned on by his question that, at first, I didn't know what to say.
"I've never seen anyone so BLOATED!" I assured him.
"I'm SO FULL!" he moaned as he leaned back and massaged his BLOAT in self-pity .
"Here, take this," he told me, "and massage my belly with it...It will help to loosen my bowels."
He handed me a bottle of pre-heated castor oil. I spread it liberally all over his belly and I MASSAGED his BLOAT with it.
The BRUTE sighed in approval as he leaned against the wall.
After five minutes or so, he handed me a large bar of strong, hand-laundry soap and he asked me to SOAP his BLOATED BELLY with it.
I sprinkled hot water over his belly and SOAPED his BLOAT over and over again for 15 minutes or so. The mixture of castor oil and soap seemed to be having an effect. He became restless on his seat, the way a man often feels before he relieves himself.
He PUFFED up his BELLY to show me his PRE-SHITTING BLOAT. "Look at this," he told me as he held his BIG BELLY in his hands, "have you ever seen anyone SO BLOATED?"
His taunting drove me up the wall with frustration. I SOAPED his BELLY with the intense DETERMINATION to make him want to SHIT!
He took hold of my hand and made me pinch his nipples.
"Help me go into a trance!" he told me.
I reached for his nipple with one hand, and with the other hand I continued to soap his BLOAT.
With his mouth wide open as if he were desperately craving "oral", and with a piteous look on his ugly face, he tilted his head backwards and rested it against the wall while PUFFING up his BELLY to OFFER me his BLOAT.
As I pinched and pulled his nipples, he HISSED through his teeth, PANTED like a DOG, his tongue DARTED in and out of his mouth, and his eyeballs ROLLED UP in their sockets until I could see only the whites of his eyes.
He started to SALIVATE profusely all over his chin and chest. I reached for the FROTHY SALIVA on his chest and spread it ALL OVER his BLOAT.
I was beside myself with excitement. I looked up to watch the CONTORTIONS on his UGLY face.
He was now DEEP deep in his DEMONIC trance. His bald head hung heavy on his chest. Now and then, he BABBLED as if he were COMMUNING with the DEVIL. His tongue LOLLED WANTONLY out of the left corner of his mouth as FROTHY SALIVA DROOLED copiously all over his chin and chest. His POTATO NOSE, with its pock-marks clearly visible, looked like the SNOUT of a BABOON!
I was turned on LIKE HELL! I
All this went on while I continued to PINCH and PULL his nipples with one hand and SOAP his BLOAT with the other.
The BRUTE came out of his trance as I slowly let go of his nipples. His attitude and demeanor had changed. He now seemed POSSESSED. His malevolent eyes blazed with FEROCITY and with UTTER CONTEMPT.
He abruptly ordered me to lie down on the floor. "HURRY!" he barked at me impatiently " I WANT to SHIT on you!"
Have you ever watched closely while a dog shits on the ground? The dog squats on his haunches, balances himself on his fore-paws, looks directly ahead of him, and shits on the ground with no concern whatsoever.
That's the way the BLOATED BRUTE DEFECATED on me.
He SQUATTED on his HAUNCHES over my belly, balanced himself on his knuckles, looked directly ahead of him, and DEFECATED on me with about as much concern as a SHITTING DOG.
The PIG DUMPED a BIG PILE of SHIT on my belly.
When he was through with his SHITTING, he stood up for a moment or two. Then he SQUATTED over me again while muttering with a perverse tone in his voice: "There's MORE!"
Christ Jesus, how I panicked! I thought there would be no end to his SHITTING. When the PIG was finally through with SHITTING, he stood up, staggered backwards towards my face with EXCREMENT hanging from his ass-hole, and SQUATTED over my face just like an ANIMAL.
The PIG seemed to take PERVERSE pleasure in DEGRADING and DEFILING me as he WIPED his ASS-HOLE, all SMEARED with SHIT, all over my nose. As he moved his ass-hole back and forth all over my nose, he intoned in his gruff voice: "In the name of SATAN, I anoint your NOSE with my SHIT!"
When he felt that my nose was properly "anointed", he stood up, turned round to face me, and SQUATTED over the pile of SHIT on my belly.
He placed his hand behind my head, lifted it up close to his face, and ordered me to open my mouth. With a malevolent look on his face, he poured LOTS of FROTHY SALIVA into my mouth. "This is SATAN'S FROTH", he told me as he fixed his demonic gaze intently into my eyes. "SWALLOW IT!"
I GULPED it down my throat with relish, and then, as he pinched my nipples, I begged him for "MORE!" To tell the truth, I MOANED and SOBBED with longing for his FROTH! He gave me as much as I wanted.
He let go of my head. He took his THICK, MEATY COCK in his hand and started to MASTURBATE with DEMONIC FURY. He SNORTED through his POTATO NOSE as he beat his MEAT in a frenzy. His BEEFY tongue protruded LEWDLY all the way out of his mouth in a defiant display of his BESTIALITY, as if to say, "Look how UGLY I am!" It was at this moment that I saw SATAN in his BESTIAL face!
He GRUNTED a DEEP, PROLONGED GRUNT and SHOT JETS of HOT, SLIMY SPUNK all over my chest and over my face. He smeared his SPUNK all over my face with a rapid motion of his hand: "In the name of SATAN, I anoint your face with my SLIME!"
He was relentless. He quickly dipped two of his fingers in a large blob of his own spunk that lay on my chest. He inserted his fingers inside my nostrils and smeared his spunk deep inside them while repeating: "In the name of SATAN, I anoint your NOSTRILS with my SLIME!"
I struggled to breathe and I thrashed a little bit. But then I looked at the pile of shit on my belly and I didn't want to see it toppling over to my side. So, I lay still on the floor while he proceeded with my SATANIC initiation.
Without pausing for a moment, he dipped the middle fingers of both his hands into another blob of his semen on my chest. He inserted his fingers into both of my ears and smeared the inside of my ears with his seed, as he intoned: "In the name of SATAN, I anoint your EARS with my SLIME!"
By now, I was truly overwhelmed by the experience. I had the BRUTE'S SHIT on my belly and his SLIMY SPUNK smeared all over my face and inside all my facial orifices - not to mention my nose REEKING with his SHIT!
At last, the BEAST stepped away from my body with the nonchalant attitude of someone who had accomplished his task. I was left lying on the floor in a daze with a pile of shit on my belly.
As he stood at the door before leaving, my SATANIC INITIATOR whispered in my ears: "Now, you're one of US!...Your DEMONIC name is 'HANZIR'."
I LOVE the name that my Master gave me. It means "PIG"!
In my account so far, I didn't mention how my SATANIC INITIATOR ordered me to SPIT several time on the HOLY CRUCIFIX after he had fed me his FROTH.
Nor did I explain how my Master made me BLASPHEME against GOD countless times as he PULLED and TWISTED my ultra-sensitive nipples without mercy.
To my regret, I never saw my SATANIC MASTER again. Sometimes, I wonder where he came from. A demonic voice - perhaps his - keeps whispering blasphemies and obscenities in my ear.
When I'm out on the street, I'm always on the PROWL for UGLY MEN with SWOLLEN and BLOATED BELLIES!
Age of partner from
Age of partner to
65 (more or less)
Erotic Chat/Email/Phone Fantasies, 1-on-1 sex, Bondage & Discipline, Miscellaneous Fetishes, Other "Alternative" Activities
Partners genitals should be
Trimmed to be neat, Completely shaved
Does size matter?
As long as it's thick I'm happy
I dont mind if my partner smokes lightly
I dont mind if my partner drinks lightly
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