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Over the next week life went on fairly mundane. Work and school were very busy. I would see the Professor stare at me or look me up and down. I would see him on the days I went in early in his tight spandex bike shorts. Rick and I sucked each other off one night and then I didn't see him for several nights. At the end of the week, I got home late and went to take a shower. As I was finishing up Rick came in. He was fully nude and his cock was hard. He came into the shower and I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. "Yeah boy that's it suck Daddy's cock. You've become such a good cocksucker. Only a couple of weeks ago you were only eating pussy now you are only eating dick. Isnt that right" he said I nodded. He was right. I loved sucking his cock and tasting him. I let his mammoth meat out of my mouth and then suck and licked his balls and rubbed my face in it. I loved how he smelled and wanted that all over my face. He then stood me up bent me over and rammed his cock in me. I yelled in pain. "Shut up. This is what you have wanted right? All week, you wanted this. Tell me I'm wrong" he said as he started to fuck me. "Ohhhhhhh, yes Daddy I want this. I need your cock in me, fuck me please" I moaned pushing back on him, my ass now sucking his cock. "Fuck your pussy is pulling my cock in. You have a hungry wet pussy don't you Dan. My beautiful Dan" he said now in stride fucking me "Yes Daddy" I moaned "Yes Daddy what" he said "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your cock. Yes I have a pussy and it needs your cock" I moaned pushing back to meet his thrust With that he started to pump hard into me fucking me grabbing my hips. Then he pushed me against the wall and stuck his cock deep in my guts and kept banging me. It hurt but I didn't care I wanted him in me. "I'm cumming in you boy" he yelled I pushed back on me and arched my ass out to meet his stick and felt him spasm and shoot load and load of his hot cum in me. As he did I felt again that feeling in my ass and started to cum and shoot against the wall. He kept grinding in me. He turned my head and we shared a keep kiss. He finally pulled out and I naturally turned around, dropped on my knees and cleaned off his cock covered in cum, my pussy juice and there was a little blood in the cum. As I sucked him I felt his cock spasm again but then felt a stream. What the heck it was piss. I looked up surprised and started to pull off. "Don't pull back bitch. Swallow it, don't waste a drop" he commanded I swallowed quickly as he kept pissing in my mouth. I swear he pissed half of a cup at least. When he was done he pulled out his cock stil hard. "Good boy" he said He lifted me up and kissed me deep and pushed me back against the wall. We stayed there for a few minutes kissing and holding each other. I was in heaven. Things felt right again with Rick. I know I need him. As we parted a kiss he looked at me and I looked at him. "My gorgeous young man. What's the stare" he asked I looked at him with gleeming eyes. "I think I have fallen for you. I want to be with you" I said "I know. There is so much more for you and us." he said and kissed me deeply. Happiness.

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smoking hot!! reminds me of my first time going with a man, inwent to a gay sauna because it was near where i was working snd inwas facinated by what was going on there. i met an older man whilst looking around and he was 20years older but very fit and hung, he seduced me during my visit so much so we met lots & lots for many years. my ass was his prize and boyndid he give it to me good!! Keep up the great work fella!!

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Man I love this story! @mancoco thanks for all of these amazing chapters!

Exactly. A business, a corporation, a merchant...names of same meaning: people who are selling or trading goods and services. These people are not dependent on government and less dependent on others, esp. farmers. I'm not implying, as some do, to get rid of government. It has a role. I'm just saying they are not gov't entities. re: USPS, um, I don't know why we're having a tit-for-tat on this. If the US Federal gov't "goes away" as in my example, and now to your point above, re: Constitution, it's a null document -- the government it defines no longer in exists. But, as it has an income stream independent of taxation, the USPS can continue...if people want to mail stuff and send boxes and lease data files, etc.

That definitely takes away what I love most about bathhouses, no completely spontaneous orgies.

For those who enjoyed reading my this, let me know what themes/plot points/moments you liked! — Maybe I’m a coward with a sick and twisted mind. Who cares honestly. My mind is drifting in and out of consciousness, bouncing between the immense pleasure pulsing from my hole and the drug-fueled haze of the past. This stranger is pounding away at my hole, intent on dumping another load up my used cunt. At 39, I’m finally living a life that makes me feel whole: spending most of my waking hours working out and getting fucked. It’s taken me years to admit that my fulfilling life doesn’t involve fighting the good fight. I chased after degrees, titles, and projects that would signal an accomplished life. But deep down, I felt trapped by the mundaneness of routine and rules. It took me a while to admit that I’m selfish and the only things I care about are cocks and cum. I’m vain. I love having a muscular body to seduce other men. I love flexing my butt or stretching my arms to reveal my toned abs. Despite being a tenured professor at one point, I’m actually a dumb faggot deep down. Arghhhhhhh, the guy fucking me moaned. He thrust in me hard one last time before pulling out only to be replaced by another guy. I didn’t know what they looked like because I was blindfolded. I could see faint lines of light, but everything was hazy. My body was humming from the Molly, weed, shrooms, and poppers. As the new guy found his rhythm, my mind began drifting again, almost as if the rhythmic fucking was the key to start my walk down memory lane. I met Tom when I was 29 and in my second-to-last year of grad school. The sustained stress of a PhD program unearthed and magnified my childhood traumas and fear of abandonment. I wanted a safe, stable relationship that could help me heal from my past. But I also knew that was the trauma talking. The thought of “wanting safety” had become an overbearing bodyguard, one that stood firm between me and the greater unknown. But also one that had backed me into a small corner. Of course, I didn’t have this clarity back then. Meeting Tom at the height of my life stress made me cling on to safety more than anything. And Tom was and still is the sweetest, most loving man I have ever met. He received all wounds with open arms. Supported me through the rest of grad school, encouraging me every time I wanted to quit or panicked because I felt inadequate. He was beautiful inside and out. Tom has these rich brown eyes that matched his skin tone. Those brown eyes gave such sweet, loving gazes. His nose and jaw were sharp and masculine. But his lips were large and soft, so delicate. And his cock. Oh god. That’s what really drew me to him when we first met. When he sent me dick pics over Grindr, I knew I was going to have fun. It tasted and felt even better in person. So thick. 6.5”. Husband dick. Or so I thought at the time. He came over. Fucked me. We cuddled, and the rest was history. Those first few months were magical. I thought I had found my sexual match. He quickly learned that I love having my nipples played with. Tom was always down to breed me. He could go multiple times, sometimes even staying hard after cumming and could go again (slowly at first). One time I got curious and asked him what the most times he’s cum with someone in one session. Eight times. It was with he ex, Kyle. He met Kyle over Grindr and was going to be one of two guys to fuck Kyle. The other guy passes out after dumping two loads into Kyle, and Tom ended up staying up through the night fucking Kyle. No drugs either. He said Kyle’s hole was magical. He could slide in without lube and just start fucking. He said Kyle’s hole made his cock twitch and tingle in ways he had never felt. And Kyle had this chaotic energy to him that made the encounter so fun. Tom’s eyes were elsewhere as he was telling me. His cock was rock hard, leaking, as he recounted how amazing Kyle’s hole felt. Tom said it was a bad breakup, but he would love to fuck Kyle again. Of course I freaked out hearing that. Christian trauma and abandonment fears were like the angel and devil on my shoulders, except both were telling me in unison to freak out. So I did. And Kyle became a sore spot in our relationship. A couple years into the relationship, Kyle had reached out to reconnect. Tom and I talked it over and I said it would be ok as long as Tom sets boundaries. They met up and talked for 3 hours. Didn’t do anything. And I trust Tom (we were still living in different cities). He told me about everything after and assured me nothing has changed for him. Little did he know, I impaled myself on my largest dildo and came time. I was horny by the fear and jealousy of losing him to Kyle, of him wanting Kyle more than me. And the thought of that made me fuck myself again. I wanted some loads real bad. Went on sniffies and got some guys by campus to come fuck me. I sniffed so much poppers that I went blind for a few seconds. I felt a high so exhilarating that I never wanted to come down. Alas, I came down and came. Got a load and had tuckered myself out. A few weeks go by and Tom says that he still has complex feelings for Kyle. They hung out again and Tom said he felt this pull towards Kyle. I freaked out. I told him I found this hot, but also that I don’t have the bandwidth to navigate this right now. He agreed and paused reconnecting with Kyle. Such a loving man. Sniff, someone said as they held a bottle to my nose. I sniffed hard as someone played with my nipples. He hovered over them gently and it felt so good that I squirted through my cage. Sniff! My body began to fade into the past again as the poppers began to swirl through my lungs. Four years later, things were starting to feel stable. I was done with grad school and finishing up my third year of my tenure track. Tom and I had been living together for about three and a half years. We moved in together right after I graduated. The first year was tough. It took us a while to calibrate to each other’s idiosyncrasies, but with enough time and patience, anything is doable. Our home was like a well oiled machine. We had also done a lot of couple’s therapy by this point. I was able to confront my abandonment fears, and Tom showed that he wanted to spend his life with me. We opened up our relationship and it was great. Well it was great and confusing. Tom fucked so often. So did I. But just not each other. Tom wanted to, but I just wanted to be ravaged by men. It was about quantity. I felt a rush when men lust after my body and hole. I should have known that I never truly dealt with my emotional trauma. It had simply transformed from fear to a need to be desired. External validation was my new dopamine. Being loved by one amazing man wasn’t enough anymore. I needed more. I remember it was around the one year mark after we opened that I grew restless. The overnight or weekend cum dump sessions weren’t enough for me anymore. I was growing tired of the balancing act I was doing. Coordinating my life with work and Tom meant I could never really act on my sluttiness on a whim. Everything had to be scheduled, meaning being a faggot had to be scheduled. But I had worked so hard for this life. Worked so hard to build my relationship with Tom. But my hole by this point had a mind of its own. It would rumble and vibrate telling me it was hungry. Sometimes I swore it would send my mind visions of the type of cock it was craving. Then I would need to hunt for this cock. But I could never stay out for too long, so my hole was never satisfied. Weekend motel sessions became the highlight of my month. Fall 2023. My foggy brain can’t pinpoint the month, but I know for a fact it was autumn 2023. Tom was gone for 3 weeks between seeing family and for work. I prepped for a week long cumdump session at my favorite motel. I set my out of office emails and notices, put up ads on all my fav sites, got drugs, and went to the motel. I had an abundance mindset. I wanted everything and nothing was too much. I was high on molly and weed. Four or five guys had fucked me by this point. My hole was humming. I was so happy. I was playing with my hole and nipples. Switching back and forth with one hand and scrolling on my phone with the other. He walked in. My eyes and lips went soft and numb. I couldn’t believe the god in front of me. He looked like if an Abercrombie model grew up to work as a mechanic who still worked out. Muscular but daddy. His shirt clung to his muscles. He was tall and hairy. His face looked serious. I wanted him with all my being. I perked up and slowly crawled to him, from the bed to the carpet. He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. He inspected my eyes carefully and then pulled out a pipe. He told me to standup and suck it. I stood up faster than you can blink. I never wanted anything more in my life than to have sex with this man. I mean that. I loved Tom, but this wasn’t about love. It’s about desire. And I have never desired another man more than him. I projected all my dom fantasies into this man the second he told me to smoke from his pipe. Not a question but an order. A fantasy I had replayed in my head a thousand times. I saw myself being owned and trained to be a nasty cumdump. Daddy’s sex slave. Daddy’s cash cow. Daddy’s faggot. I was leaking possibilities. So I looked at him with big puppy eyes and inhaled as he lit up that pipe. And he kept the fire going. And just when I thought I couldn’t anymore, he stopped and told me to hold. He sat slowly down in the bed and undid his pants. Told me to exhale on his cock. I did just that. Nothing more. I just hovered over his cock never stopping eye contact. I wanted to show him that I’m a good faggot. This was my audition. I wanted to show him how I’m a good faggot so I quickly darted my eyes to the pipe and then back to him. He didn’t budge. I was so horny. I want him to fuck me up. I wanted to get fucked up. So I said please can I have more? He lit the pipe. I inhaled and exhaled. More, he said. So I took rapid fire hits. My body was humming and my eyes felt like they were going to roll around the sockets. I wanted his cock so badly. I begged. Please can I have your cock? Please I need your cock. My hole was screaming at me to get on his cock. My head and hole were fighting!

The big problem with bitcoin is that it currently costs around $90,000 to mine a bitcoin (that is a lot of transactions to process), and the current value, last I looked was in the $60k range. Bitcoin will be in real trouble if miners decide it is not worthwhile to process payments. I've always wondered how bitcoin would work after that last coin is issued/mined- Where is the motive for anyone to process payments? No bitcoin fanboy/girl has ever been able to answer that question. There will always be a use for it- not sure if you all noticed, but the released files showed that Epstein was involved in writing the source code for BTC (well- He paid people to do it). Seems the primary use for BTC is western intelligence agencies using it to bribe/pay off collaborators. Seems not much use to anyone else, given the volatility of it's value, and I fail to see why it is smart to use it for payments associated with illegal activity, since the blockchain contains a record of every single transaction the BTC has been utilized for. Idk.

I can feel a difference between condom or raw. Raw feels better. I might have some sensitivity to latex.

My sexual life began in SF Bay area post the AIDS crisis having caused the shutdown of bathhouses in SF. So my first public sex experiences were in "sex clubs" in SF. The first one I visited was called "Mike's Night Gallery" and was a converted residence on Folsom Street in South of Market leather district. Closest thing to a bathhouse I went to at the time was Eros on market Street, it was more like a bathhouse but still lacked private rooms.

Steamworks Chicago. Probably in like 2007 when I was 21.

If there is no government there are no corporations since there are no rights anymore including property rights. A corporation would be nothing more than an agreement by the people involved to follow their own set of rules that they would have to self enforce as would any other group of individuals. Honestly it's limited liability rules would be moot since those are purely something enforced by courts when adjudicating creditor claims. Sure everything can still exist without government, but the reality is that without government there wouldn't need to be corporations since they are legal entities that can only really exist in an environment where there is the rule of law with an entity that has the power to recognize and enforce the corporations existence. ETA: Your post office example is a really bad example since the creation of the post office is embedded in the Constitution and it is solely a creation of the government. It continued to exist and function while the government was temporarily shut down because it's funding and operation is not entirely dependent on Congress having a spending bill in place at that time.

This could explain why some folks are complete assholes.