> Ever Mistakenly Click On A Blaha Thread?

Heekee wrote:

Did he ever give campidiot.com a shout out in one of his videos like he promised?

Yes I did but my worshers refused to join the boat because of all the fag sgit here1

Jason Blaha wrote:

Mod Tom warned me about you

Did you meet Mod Tom in a basement while he was on an alarm call?

He told us about that story.

Spanky wrote:

Did you meet Mod Tom in a basement while he was on an alarm call?

He told us about that story.

Yeah I heard about this, Blaha and Tom in the basement during the alarm call. It was told to me exactly like this, straight-up pig filth, raw and nasty as hell. Tom the wealthy out-of-touch boomer fireman enthusiast wannabe who loves his house cats, the fireman life, and always keeps a bottle of Woody’s cook-in sauce on him like it’s holy water, was on an alarm call in the basement of this old building he had some stake in. False alarm or busted sensor, whatever, but he showed up in his boots and turnout gear checking it out. Blaha the weirdo fitness freak was already down there, shirt off, muscles all pumped and shiny with sweat from grinding out bodyweight squats and holds in the dark like the degenerate he is, reeking of protein shakes and that post-lift funk.
They started talking shyt, Tom complaining about how kids these days got no work ethic, showing pics of his house cats on his phone, going on about how real firemen know how to handle the hottest loads. Blaha was grinning that weird smile, staring at Tom’s gear. One thing led to another fast. Tom pulled his cock out, Blaha bent over some old pipes and crates, ass up and spread, and they both said it out loud like real pigs: “Fuq yeah, let’s breed raw right here, no pulling out, dump those loads in me.” Tom grabbed his bottle of Woody’s cook-in sauce from his bag, poured it thick over Blaha’s hole and his own cock, rubbing it in slow while saying “basting this breeding hole proper, makes the load cook even better.” Blaha moaned “fuq yes, baste it and breed it deep, fireman.”
Tom slid in raw and started pounding hard, that boomer cock stretching Blaha’s fitness pig hole wide open. Blaha was grunting like he was under a barbell, pushing back, dirty talking “breed my hole, dump every load in this shythole, I want it sloppy.” Tom was in full fireman mode, growling “this is hotter than any blaze I ever put out, take it like a real pig.” He kept thrusting deep and rough, that protein-heavy diet Blaha lives on finally catching up. Blaha’s guts churned and suddenly his ass exploded.
Feces started spraying out around Tom’s cock with every single thrust, thick and soft, splattering everywhere like mud flying from a motorcycle tire spinning out in a deep mud pit. Chunks and liquid shyt arced out the sides, hitting the concrete walls, dripping from the overhead pipes, coating Tom’s fireman boots and pants in filthy streaks, running down Blaha’s muscular thighs and back in warm messy rivers. The whole basement reeked, shyt mixing with sweat and that Woody’s sauce Tom kept pouring on like he was basting a roast. Tom didn’t stop for a second, laughing “fuq yeah, spray that shythole for me you filthy breeding pig, your ass is throwing mud like a busted dirt bike and I’m still dumping loads in it.” Blaha was moaning through it “yes, keep breeding through the spray, mix your cum with my shyt, this is the best fuqing alarm call ever.”
Tom bred him full with the first load, pushing deep and pumping hot cum straight into that sloppy, spraying hole. He pulled out and more shyt-cum sprayed out in a wet arc, splattering Tom’s gear and the floor, then he slammed back in for round two, pounding through the mess while the feces kept flying with every thrust. Blaha’s muscular ass was a total cumdump now, shyt and loads leaking and spraying more every time Tom bottomed out. Tom kept talking filthy, mentioning how his house cats would go crazy rolling around in this mess, how it smelled better than their litter box, how back in his day they bred raw in basements without all this modern protein-shyt drama. He poured more Woody’s sauce over the dripping hole and his cock, rubbing the mix of cum, shyt, and sauce into Blaha’s skin while still thrusting.
They stayed at it for what felt like forever, Tom dumping load after load raw into that filthy breeding hole, Blaha pushing back and taking every one, the spraying never fully stopping, the basement floor and walls getting coated in the nasty mix. Blaha was begging for more the whole time, “breed me deeper, fill this pig ass, I want every drop mixed with my shyt.” Tom kept going until his balls were drained, finally pulling out slow so one last spray of shyt and cum splattered everywhere like the bike finally getting unstuck from the mud. Both of them were laughing and panting in the filth, covered in it, agreeing it was the best consensual raw breeding session either had ever had in a basement.

PelvicOarfish wrote:

Yeah I heard about this, Blaha and Tom in the basement during the alarm call. It was told to me exactly like this, straight-up pig filth, raw and nasty as hell. Tom the wealthy out-of-touch boomer fireman enthusiast wannabe who loves his house cats, the fireman life, and always keeps a bottle of Woody’s cook-in sauce on him like it’s holy water, was on an alarm call in the basement of this old building he had some stake in. False alarm or busted sensor, whatever, but he showed up in his boots and turnout gear checking it out. Blaha the weirdo fitness freak was already down there, shirt off, muscles all pumped and shiny with sweat from grinding out bodyweight squats and holds in the dark like the degenerate he is, reeking of protein shakes and that post-lift funk.
They started talking shyt, Tom complaining about how kids these days got no work ethic, showing pics of his house cats on his phone, going on about how real firemen know how to handle the hottest loads. Blaha was grinning that weird smile, staring at Tom’s gear. One thing led to another fast. Tom pulled his cock out, Blaha bent over some old pipes and crates, ass up and spread, and they both said it out loud like real pigs: “Fuq yeah, let’s breed raw right here, no pulling out, dump those loads in me.” Tom grabbed his bottle of Woody’s cook-in sauce from his bag, poured it thick over Blaha’s hole and his own cock, rubbing it in slow while saying “basting this breeding hole proper, makes the load cook even better.” Blaha moaned “fuq yes, baste it and breed it deep, fireman.”
Tom slid in raw and started pounding hard, that boomer cock stretching Blaha’s fitness pig hole wide open. Blaha was grunting like he was under a barbell, pushing back, dirty talking “breed my hole, dump every load in this shythole, I want it sloppy.” Tom was in full fireman mode, growling “this is hotter than any blaze I ever put out, take it like a real pig.” He kept thrusting deep and rough, that protein-heavy diet Blaha lives on finally catching up. Blaha’s guts churned and suddenly his ass exploded.
Feces started spraying out around Tom’s cock with every single thrust, thick and soft, splattering everywhere like mud flying from a motorcycle tire spinning out in a deep mud pit. Chunks and liquid shyt arced out the sides, hitting the concrete walls, dripping from the overhead pipes, coating Tom’s fireman boots and pants in filthy streaks, running down Blaha’s muscular thighs and back in warm messy rivers. The whole basement reeked, shyt mixing with sweat and that Woody’s sauce Tom kept pouring on like he was basting a roast. Tom didn’t stop for a second, laughing “fuq yeah, spray that shythole for me you filthy breeding pig, your ass is throwing mud like a busted dirt bike and I’m still dumping loads in it.” Blaha was moaning through it “yes, keep breeding through the spray, mix your cum with my shyt, this is the best fuqing alarm call ever.”
Tom bred him full with the first load, pushing deep and pumping hot cum straight into that sloppy, spraying hole. He pulled out and more shyt-cum sprayed out in a wet arc, splattering Tom’s gear and the floor, then he slammed back in for round two, pounding through the mess while the feces kept flying with every thrust. Blaha’s muscular ass was a total cumdump now, shyt and loads leaking and spraying more every time Tom bottomed out. Tom kept talking filthy, mentioning how his house cats would go crazy rolling around in this mess, how it smelled better than their litter box, how back in his day they bred raw in basements without all this modern protein-shyt drama. He poured more Woody’s sauce over the dripping hole and his cock, rubbing the mix of cum, shyt, and sauce into Blaha’s skin while still thrusting.
They stayed at it for what felt like forever, Tom dumping load after load raw into that filthy breeding hole, Blaha pushing back and taking every one, the spraying never fully stopping, the basement floor and walls getting coated in the nasty mix. Blaha was begging for more the whole time, “breed me deeper, fill this pig ass, I want every drop mixed with my shyt.” Tom kept going until his balls were drained, finally pulling out slow so one last spray of shyt and cum splattered everywhere like the bike finally getting unstuck from the mud. Both of them were laughing and panting in the filth, covered in it, agreeing it was the best consensual raw breeding session either had ever had in a basement.

I figured out that Blaha was gay, but never knew he was such a power bottom slut.

"yes, keep breeding through the spray, mix your cum with my shyt, this is the best fuqing alarm call ever."

Those two posters should never again take the moral high ground with us!

Jason Blaha wrote:

How about we dual?

That kind of duel is too filthy for me.

Undercover cop of some sort. Clearly graduated low in his class. Should be busted down to beat cop.

Outstanding job, Heekee. I like the new PelvicOarFish!

Spanky wrote:

Ever Mistakenly Click On A Blaha Thread?

No. But it appears to be one of the more persistent crappy trolls around this dump in quite some time.

we can tall this the HATER TATER thread lol

Jurijknotpeemus wrote:

Thay hayt us Becaws thay amus

wrote:

“Hater Tater”

That’s the sort of shyt Tom says.

Mod Tom? He seens likea good guy1