FabSwingers.com: Shawn (32) , Man in London, Greater London, UK

IT IS ALL ABOUT PASSION

- I'm not uploading my dick or any kinda of sexual pics because of the listed true reasons

1. My willy is small

2. I'm white

3. Donald Trump is my celebrity crush

4. I hate fried chicken and watermelon

All this statements are equally true

Don't question this points

Have suffered enough! Imagine not be able to sleep with Donald J Trump??

(Melania that fucking lucky bitch!) *Overwhelming wave of sadness invading my chest*

-I was born and raised in Italy so if you cook me spaghetti... Don't break them when you put them in boiling water

4 minutes and they'll fit all under the water.

Imagine me putting my whole penis inside you at the first stroke without any concern of your well-being.

It sounds wrong, right? Because it is wrong.

Eventually with patience and care is gonna fit.

PS.As an Italian why am I letting you cook spaghetti, tho??

-"I love the fact you're a boxer so if someone attacks me, you'll defend me right?" All my meets been indoors and most 1on1s...Who the fuck is gonna attack you?? The TV stand??? The lubricant bottle?? Your dildo??

If your dildo assaults people, please, don't invite me over.

-"Why you got a curved dick?" The question im asked the most...

Basically... When I was born the doctor dropped me and I fell on my dick

So now it looks like a road sign that points left and doesn't look right

-I'm obsessed with eating pussy and ass and I'm obsessed with the fact that I'm obsessed with eating pussy and ass and I'm obsessed with... [till infinity and beyond]

Uncle Ben said to his nephew Peter Parker (Aka Spiderman) "From Great powers come great responsibilities"

...You get what I'm tryna say right?....

I am Spiderman!

-"If YoU rEfeR YoUrSeLf aS a BbC iM nOT gOnNa RePly To YoUr MeSsAge"... Bro, you ain't got a cock... Why you bothering about stuff I don't bother about??? and you white too! Declaration of emancipation was enough

Why you tryna create extra rights?? We good baby

Thanks for the concern tho

-I LOVE BANANA CAKE

-"If you say "Hi" I'm not gonna reply" FUCK MAN! Lemme warm up! Wtf you want me to say?? "Once upon a time..." You think this is Disney?? It's fab darling.. People wanna get pissed on a Tuesday night while their hubby watching after 8 hours shift

This is not Cinderella, matter of fact, people in here wish you loose your shoe so they can put your foot in their mouth

- Big foreheads to the front! If I get comfortable around you I'll randomly lick it "But why Shawn??"..... Why not???

IG Personal/Boxing page:

@bankstheape

IG Personal Training page:

@shawnptchucks

X (Twitter) page:

@BANKSONLY3

"SHORT LASTING PASSION"

We can live meaningful moments but we don't need them to last.

1ST CHAPTER of my short story written by me "Short Lasting Passion"

"Cuba moved around me like a living pulse.

The market breathed in colors, voices, heat—hands reaching, people passing, laughter dissolving into the thick air. I walked through it all searching for something to take home… knowing, deep down, that whatever I found would only ever be a memory once I left this island behind.

And then—

her.

Not a touch, not a word—just a glance.

But it held.

My eyes caught hers, and something in me refused to let go. The world kept moving, bodies crossing, voices rising, thoughts colliding… yet she stayed. Or maybe it was me who stayed, anchored in that single moment.

So I followed.

Through the crowd, losing her, finding her again. A silhouette slipping between strangers, a presence just out of reach. Each time I thought she was gone, she appeared again—like she wanted to be lost… but only if I was willing to keep searching.

And she looked back.

Always that same smile—soft, knowing, almost playful. Like a quiet challenge. Like a game of hide and seek where the rules were never spoken, but deeply understood.

Do you have the will… not to lose me?

And I didn’t.

Not this time.

When I finally reached her, the world slowed again. The noise faded into something distant, irrelevant. I stepped closer, gently taking her hands from behind—warm, real, no longer just a fleeting vision.

“Excuse me, ma’am… my name’s Shawn. Yours?”

She turned, that same smile now closer, alive… and answered softly,

“Oi, chico… me chama…”

The rest?

You don’t need to know.

Because this was never meant to last.

Just a spark—

a flame lit in the rain.

Impossible, beautiful…

and gone before it ever had the chance to burn."

-DON SHAWN CHUCKS

2ND CHAPTER of my short story written by me "Short Lasting Passion"

"Cuba breathes slowly as the sun melts into the horizon, painting the sea in gold and fire. The air is warm, heavy with salt and rhythm, and somewhere nearby, a voice sings—soft, aching, a slow Latino melody that seems to know every untold story.

She sits across from me.

Long black hair dancing gently with the ocean breeze, skin kissed by the sun like it belongs to this place. A glass of red wine rests between her fingers, untouched for a moment too long, as if time itself decided to pause just to watch her exist.

We don’t speak.

We don’t need to.

Our eyes meet—briefly, shyly—then escape, only to return again, drawn by something neither of us dares to name yet. A smile lingers, quiet and dangerous, like a secret waiting for the right moment.

The music wraps around us, the waves whisper, the night slowly takes over the sky.

And in that silence…

in that delicate distance between us…

everything is already being said."

-DON SHAWN CHUCKS

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