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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.

As I walked to the conference room I couldn't stop thinking about the Professor's cock and he had a ring through it. What is that for? It was a thick ring almost horseshoe like. Why would anyone wear it. There was something sexy about it. I started to think that it must hurt someone who he is fucking with that on his cock. Right? It can't feel good. I got the conference room and they just had started the meeting. The room was full and I had to sit in the back of the conference room on a lecture table. Each one had two chairs. A few minutes after me the Professor walked in and as the room was full he came and sat right next to me. He had changed clothes. He was wearing grey thin nylon running shorts like mine but were a smidge longer. He smiled as he sat down. Since it was tight where we were in the back and against the wall he had to slide in and his leg rubbed against mine. He apologize and I just smiled and said it was ok. I could smell his musty scent and it was a little warm in the room with it being full. He smelled good. My cock started to get hard. He saw me take a noticeable inhale and smiled at me. I tried to calm down and focus on the meeting. Luckily someone right in front of me asked a question and everyone looked at the back part of the room so that made me focus. The meeting as all meetings do lasted longer than it should but we were out of there. As I walked out I had to use the bathroom. I went in and started to take a pee. Professor Post walked in and pulled out his cock and stroked it a bit and looked over. There was no wall between urinals and I could see his cock as he rubbed it. It was huge and semi-hard with that metal ring. He saw me look and smiled back and then looked down at mine. "Someone has been a naughty boy" he said smiling Shit I thought, he saw me looking at his cock. "Huh what do you mean" I said "You must've been naughty. Looks like you got a spanking." he said. I didn't realize as I was in such a rush to piss part of my shorts fell below my waist. "Ohh that ughh yeah I fell on my ass" I said. I quickly zipped up and left. OMG I was so embarrassed that he saw the spank marks on my ass. I went back to the office grabbed my stuff and went to my class. The day went on kind of long but I got through it. After class I tried to call and text Jane again. I had called her several times since that night and texted. The only text I got back was, "Fuck you. You cheating fag!". I really felt bad. I didn't want it to be like this. Less than two weeks ago I was a straight guy with a gf who loved to fuck and eat pussy. I had other women flirt with me and I loved the slutty ones too. I really cared for Jane and felt really bad. And now I have sucked cock, had my cock sucked, eaten lots of cum, and even been fucked several times and had cum in me. All with an older man who has HIV. As I remembered the way Rick touched me, tasted me, fucked me, held me and made me feel, my body got warm and my cock started to get hard. Again in any other world not a good looking guy but I found him handsome, sexy and had this sexual aura about him. I met my friends at the bar and we were eating and having drinks. Some of their friends joined us and I got to know them. We stayed out till about 9p and then I went home. When I went inside the house, I changed and then went to if Rick was up. He was in his bedroom on the couch watching TV. "Come inside and tell me about your day" Rick said I went thru my day and even told him about Professor Post. He said the Professor has a crush on you and you have one on him. "No I don't have a crush but I do find him attractive" I said "I am jealous" Rick said "You shouldnt' be. You are more attractive and sexier than him" I said putting my hand on his thigh. "Also I wanted to tell you that I took the PEP" I said. He didn't have any negative reaction which I was surprised at. "I am glad you decided. How do you feel about it" he asked "I feel good. I think it buys me more time to think this through as I am still confused. I hope I was in time and it works" I said "Me too" Rick said genuinely "Thank you. That makes me feel better" I said "Why so" he asked "I was worried you would be mad or disappointed at me for taking it" I said softly looking down "No not at all. All I want if for you to be comfortable and happy with the decisions you make. And to enjoy our intimacy and your own body and desires" he said. He then leaned over and started to kiss me. We made out. His scent was strong and intoxicating. Our tongues were intertwined and we both started to take off what clothes we had on. Then he went down on my hard cock sucking me deep in his mouth tonguing my cock and then in his throat. I moaned. "Ohhhhhh Daddy" I yelled He kept sucking me. I couldn't help myself I reached over and took him in my mouth. We were now sucking each other off in 69. He moaned as I worked his thick hung meat. I then felt one finger then two fingers in my ass working my hole and prostate. "OHHHHHH Daddy" I moaned. He worked that for a few minutes and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" I moaned with his cock in my mouth as I shot spurt of how cum in his mouth. He sucked and tongue thrashed my cock head and worked my prostate together and I just started to moan louder. It was an intense orgasm. After a minute or so he still sucked and worked my hold slowly until I came down and became too sensitive. He finally let me cock out of his mouth and removed his fingers. He moved me so I was lying flat on the couch and then sat on my face with his ass. "Eat me boy" he said He pushed his pungent smelling ass in my face. I pushed back a bit. "I dont really eat ass" I said "You also didnt suck cock either but you love it now dont you? He said as he pushed down on me. I was consumed by it and started to lick him. It was a pungent smell that also had a bit of his body odor from his armpit the scent started to overwhelm me. I started to dive in and eat him. "Ohhh yeah boy. I knew you would be a good ass eater. Eat Daddy out" he said I ate him licking his hole, his under crotch area and his balls. The smell of his ball were wonderful as I licked them up. As I was eating and licking him he lifted my legs and stuck two fingers in my hole. I started to pant and moan in his ass. "Fuck Dan your pussy is so hungry its eating my fingers" he said I was preparing him to fuck me hard. He lifted off my ass but instead of fucking me he stuck his cock in my mouth making me gag. "Suck slut" he said I went into overdrive and sucked and licked his cock hungrily. I used my mouth, tongue and hand to get him off. After about 5 minutes, I felt his start to tense. "Here you go boy" he said and then he started shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen into my mouth. He kept pushing his cock into my mouth and sucked him wanted every drop of his seed to taste him. After he finished he pulled out of my mouth. "Good boy. Look at you, you love cock dont you" he said I nodded. My hole still twitching I wanted him to fuck me. "Time to go to bed. I am beat." Rick said turning off the TV. I left his bedroom a little sad. Even though I had cum I was still horny.

I don't have an issue if AirBNB spends a $100 million advertising it's business models to homeowners or customers. I do have a problem with it giving $100 million to a super PAC that then runs ads against that candidate and in favor of his opponent. I do think there is a substantive difference between the two even if it would be gaining some potential political benefit from its direct and campaign promoting its service.

Absolutely not. The door to the room has to be closed if two or more guys are inside fucking. If the staff walks by and sees guys inside fucking with the door open they will close it. Sometimes slam the door shut. You can lie on the bed in your room, alone, with the door open - jerk off or whatever. But once someone else enters the room the door has to close. Back in the day, traveling to bathhouses in DC, Philly, Atlanta, Florida, California and Chicago felt like freedom.