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A great story…. Looking forward to the next chapters…… although at this rate the party’s will have more young Pozzed up studs then old guys …. But nice to see that a new generation is being breed to continue the traditions

Wow what a story. Amazing cannot wait for more. Sure wish is was in that boys positon

Master of the obvious question. Who would understand someone's anatomy better than someone of the same biological gender? Women will tell you the same thing...men can't eat pussy like another female

Trying Hard - Aspiring Cumdump Did two ass up sessions at a favorite bathhouse Friday and Saturday. Friday: Fucked by at least a dozen guys, 5 loads in my hole and 2 swallowed Saturday: Lost count after 15 guys, 4 in my ass and swallowed 2. Highlights: Very much embraced the No Load Refused Cumdump method. Let guys of every age, size and race fuck me on sawhorse benches, slings and tables in the public play areas. Got four anal loads Friday in quick succession on a fuck bench. Then another guy fucked my sloppy hole and made me suck his slimy cock before giving me a facial. Spent time pleasing a verbal Dom man. He liked making me gag on this fat, 8 inch cock. Also exploited my nipples to make me so sensitive that I was squirming and moaning anytime they were touched. He ended by feeding me a huge load. Hooded myself in a public sling and waited. Not sure how many different guys fucked me but got two loads. One, a verbal top, had one of those cocks that even though I was well used, it still found a way to gape me even more. He fucked me for at least 15 minutes and made me cum hands free. When he unloaded, it was with a purpose!

I take a spin around the place to get the layout. I'll lube up my hole and walk around naked or in a jockstrap so a searching finger may find my hole ready. Then I either leave my door open (maybe blindfolded) and lay ass up waiting or I hit the dark room/gloryholes. I love anon loads.

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Sort of. A guy who was fucking me once said something like "I have girlfriends, they're pretty and I like fucking them, but they don't know to touch my ass the way you do." I was playing with his balls and stroking his asshole while he fucked me, and had rimmed him thoroughly before he mounted me...does that count? 🙃

Hi @AlwaysOpen, Your critique partially resonates with me inasmuch as I do not agree that non-US citizens don't have constitutional rights. I don't believe the Constitution GAVE anyone rights; I think the Creator gave all humans inalienable rights that the Founders simply piled onto. So, I am horrified that this Administration is gulaging non-citizen residents who speak out against zionist genocide. I think Trump's comments about Canada, Greenland, Gulf of America etc. are a bit strange but they feel like trial balloons more than actual annexations and thus need to be treated differently in analysis. But, there is a huge hole for me in your analysis. It's sort of like not being able to tell the difference between someone in your house because you invited them over for lunch versus someone in your house because they broke a window, snuck in, and started removing your valuables. I am making this stark comparison NOT because I believe all illegal immigrants are committing OTHER crimes, but more because so many dismiss the ORIGINAL illegal entry as a trivial thing. Once this is trivialized, critiques inevitably turn to racism as the only analytical tool in the toolbox. there is another piece missing, and that is that illegal immigration generates massive tax liabilities or debt liabilities for taxpayers, who are obligated by their leaders to fund welfare for illegal immigrants. Would you concede that illegal immigration is a huge enabler of the drug trade, of gangs, and of human trafficking? (I myself do not know that it is, but it seems highly likely that failure to police borders is logically an enabler of all of these things, even if the percentage of illegal immigrants involved in these crimes is relatively small.) I have been hard pressed to explain why people turn to racism as an explanation for "everything" (self-admitted hyperbole), but I recently came across an explanation that I think fits the pattern more effectively, namely territorialism. Many conservative people love all of god's children and all of the cultures they have created wherever they are on the planet, but they are aware that cohabitants of an area take hundreds of years to generate cultures, which help people make sense of everything from small hand gestures (thumbs up), to the way a phrase is understood (e.g., "Death to America"). If you measure in-group versus out-of-group preference, you'll find that a huge preponderance of people all over the world prefer their own group partly because it is REALLY HARD to understand another language, another culture's body-language, another culture's humor, etc. These misunderstandings generate a lot of friction. It doesn't necessarily mean that they hate other races or wish to go to war against people far away. BUT, they don't necessarily want cultures from another territory changing the nature of their society. Much of these frictions can be explained by territorialism rather than racism. I think people can be territorialists but not racists, and I think people can be both. I DEFINITELY believe in racism, but by one measure at least (intermarriage), Brazil and the US are by far the least racist countries in the world. This is already too long a post, but the whole piece about media seems incredibly partisan and fails to recognize the corruption of and loss of credibility of mainstream media, along with the active censorship by the Biden administration, which leaned heavily on social media to censor and shadow-ban (sorry, will label this an assertion since I don't have time to cite sources here, but anyone with any doubt about this can at least look up the Twitter files and Mark Zuckerberg's commentary. Great to see critiques of our government on the site, keep them coming. I'm surprised that after five months of the Trump administration Democrats aren't leaping right into the Libertarian bed to shrink the power of the government :-).

@TaKinGDeePanal, I like the thought and layout in your hypothesis. Much like @nanana's comment, you're showing a theorization that leads to a good potential explanation of events and I also wish more people would cite sources as you have. While I'm not 100% there yet, I haven't completely dismissed it as conspiracist either. It's good stuff. Now on the other side of that, @meetme's post sounds like a modern interpretation of "The Fox & The Grapes": e.g. Trump won, so regardless of reason, it must be fraud. It dismisses offhand the reality that the media gaslit the public, omitted details and news coverage that didn't place it's candidate (Biden) in a favorable light, and created narrative designed to sound like "Biden good, orange man bad". It's an oversimplification dismissive that anyone would feel that the country was not heading in the right direction, and that view was validated by numerous pre-election polls that should have been a harbinger to the Democrats. And that seems to be a theme. The left's view is "how dare they vote for the Republican", embodied in comments like "basket of deplorables" (Hillary Clinton) and others. The concept that there be a dissenting view is inconceivable to them, as if no one should be thinking of a view that they didn't espouse. And there's a crap ton of those that did not land with a large swath of the electorate. We could opine on this, but aren't the following explanations possible given the outcome: Biden's/Harris' message didn't resonate with the base or represent the direction they wanted to see, so they just stayed on the sidelines. They felt disenfranchised by the lack of a primary and the lack of a convention floor vote because of anointing Harris as the handpicked nominee. They didn't like the direction of the agenda and it leaned too far from the center to be supportable. They felt misled by the media, and after the debate performance, that feeling was reinforced. They weren't better off than they were 4 years ago. Where voters wanted to come back to the center, the party was leaning further left. Immigration was a HUGE issue and the Biden Administration was proven to be ineffective on that. If even one of those isn't a possibility, explain why?

I don't really do bathhouses anymore. It was never my scene, and when I went in my 30s, it was mostly for the purpose of the experience and not getting the loads (or dropping them). It just didn't happen. I had good luck a couple of times at the Chicago Steamworks, but that was it. Now in Seattle, my options are fewer. I'll go to the monthly fisting party and spend my night in the rumpus room. When I get bored or need something different to look at, I'll go on the prowl. See who all is around. Same routine, but fewer guys, and none of 'em interested in me unless they'll take just anyone's load. (I think they might be avoiding me. I keep wearing my biohazard pendant around my neck there, and it probably sends a false message because people are shit. No one's commented on it, so I can't verify that for certain.) And then it's back to the fisting party. My last trip there for such an event was my best visit so far, but that's a different story.

Fan-fucking-tastic! Keep 'em cumming!

WOW ! Amazing - Mercy ! you - your Profile picture - so Damn Hottie - give a DEAD Man a Erection - HOTTIE melt in my Mouth !

I was in a group of 10 guys going to SNAX in Berlin a few years ago. I think that year was particularly nasty because if you didn’t have an extensive fetish outfit you were barred entry. So out of a group of 10 only one guy was allowed inside after something like 5 hours in line. They were also incredibly rude lol. It wasn’t only us as it seemed way more guys were being rejected than allowed inside, maybe 20-25% acceptance rate. Apart from that I’ve always made it into any other Berlin establishment or club of any sort so I dont hold it against the Germans I guess 😉

Hi @TaKinGDeePanal, Thanks for sharing your super-thought-provoking thesis and some really interesting sources. It convinces me that you have a point, though for me it isn't proof per se. Still, a great injection of fact and strategic interpretation that enlarged my mental model of what we are living through. It goes so much further when you can see someone's thought process, immediately generates an empathy for a brain in action. I will definitely think of your posts in a different way going forward. Best, @nanana

Yea buddy, I need my ass fucked like that so bad!

I think it's a bit more sobering when expressed with the typical Berliner "charme". They say, Berliners are just like Hessians in their misantropy, but add agressiveness: [think before following links] https://www.youtube.com/shorts/-t0P12Vzpw4

1 - I wasn't "using" a right wing trope "against" a gay man. You may have perceived it that way, but that doesn't make it true. I may not be the most knowledgeable person about things gay men endure from others but I'm by no means VERY sheltered. 2 - I wasn't addressing a situation where a man was just receiving anal sex. I was asking about a picture showing a VERY open hole. Like I said in the post, I was sincerely asking the man about the possible consequences of that. 3 - I agree that it should be a safe place to talk about this stuff, which makes me wonder why someone I wasn't even talking to came at me so hard over what I intended as a legitimate question. I wasn't being snide, and only YOU were judgmental. Maybe you should have stayed out of it and let the intended man answer for himself.

Bailey spent quite a bit of time talking to Leroy at various points after that, and he and Sam were taking care of our housemate’s needs by blowing him regularly in a more managed, consensual way. I focused on Tony, who fortunately came out the end of his conversion and started to get back to being himself. When he was fully better, I took him on my own to a clinic, and then we went to a quiet gay bar in town for some drinks and to talk it all out after he got the positive result. He was in his thoughts a lot more than Sam, Bailey or I had been, but he kept confirming that he had no regrets. He was just thinking more about the future, both in the short term with the rest of the housemates, and in the longer term as he also deliberated on his sexuality. As part of working things out, he decided he would join us in delaying any meds for the time being. A couple of days later I came back early from a lecture after the professor had been unwell and eventually thrown in the towel after only 15 minutes, giving me the opportunity to catch up on a paper that I had got behind on during all the goings-on with Tony and Leroy. I must have been abnormally quiet with my entrance to the house, as when I got upstairs I heard Leroy’s voice from inside Hugh’s room, the door to which was slightly ajar. “I’m sure mate” he said. “I want to know what it’s like.” “And you’re sure you want me to be your first?” Hugh asked him. “Yeah” replied Leroy. “You go both ways, so I reckon you know how to make it good, you know?” I quietly lowered myself down so I was sitting on the top step, all thoughts of that paper now gone. Leroy was asking Hugh to fuck him for the first time, and it did not take a rocket scientist to see that this was in some way linked to what he’d found out, his over-the-top horniness of late, and whatever was being said in the conversations with Bailey. My mind starting running at speed as I listened, wondering if Leroy was starting to think about the ‘special bond’ we had talked about and what it could mean for him. He was so cryptic about it when we spoke, but now it felt like I was starting to understand what might be going on his head. I stayed there for quite some time, listening as Hugh got Leroy ready, coaching him through how to enjoy it, and then presumably getting him opened up given the moans and groans. I listened as Leroy’s cherry was popped, as he adjusted to what was inside of him, and as he started to enjoy it. It was only when they started to fuck harder and Leroy was hollering with pleasure that I carefully stood up again, crept down the stairs, and made as quiet an exit out the front door as I could. As much as I wanted to listen to the whole thing, I had realised that things with Leroy were a bit fragile and he might not respond well to finding me in the house once they were done. I thus headed off to the library to work there instead, somehow managing to actually focus so that I had made some real headway by the time I decided to head home again. Things settled in the house for a bit after that. At nights Tony fucked Sam, Bailey and I senseless as he worked through the hyper-horniness that seemed to follow conversion, but we all detected less of an issue with our absence from the wider house sex games. Indeed, it seemed like maybe some of the suspected couplings were starting to get a bit deeper, with Sean and Josh starting to be a bit more outwardly affectionate towards each other, and Marcus and Tom no longer even trying to hide that they slept in the same bed every night. The new element to it all was the Leroy/Hugh dynamic. They were not exactly exhibiting any signs of being together, but were also not succeeding in covering up how much time they spent fucking. No-one said anything to him, but a couple of throwaway comments from others in the house let me know that everyone knew Leroy was now taking it up the arse. —————— I suppose I had been expecting that things would somehow develop with Leroy, and Bailey and I had agreed we would hold off on talking to the rest of the house about what was really going on until we had a better idea of whether Leroy’s recent foray into bottoming might be the start of something else. However, the next twist in the story came rather out of left field, and it could all be traced back to Sam. He had, it turned out, made a semi-anonymous profile on a hook-up site advertising his new status with the offer of sharing with others. He had already bred a couple of older guys elsewhere in the city, but then had received an approach that made him come running to us to both admit to what he had been doing and also seek some guidance. He had been Oinked by a couple looking to take some risks, who wanted to either meet him at his place or in a hotel. He had exchanged messages for a bit, and then some photos were shared, albeit without any face-pics. It was one of these that caused him to come and talk to us, as what was not amazingly clear but still unmistakable on the torso of one of the men was a small tattoo of a winged seahorse. We knew this as the old Air France logo, because that’s what Marcus had told us it was. The guys in the images were Marcus and Tom. With Tony joining us, the four of us reviewed all the messages and images, and then talked about what to do. It was gobsmacking that our housemates apparently had started to get into this fetish entirely independently of us four’s influence, but now that we knew about it, one hell of an opportunity had been created. Bailey, Sam and I all knew straight off the bat that we had to get Marc and T over to Omar’s for a party, not least because Tom would be able to be chained up and fucked senseless for hours in the way that he seemed to occasionally crave when his submissive, bottom side rose to the surface. Marcus, meanwhile, would probably fall into the role of a true cumdump with ease, given how much he had embraced bottoming since his summer in France. We set about making plans, but the key issue we could not decide on was how to approach them. Eventually we agreed to help Sam in talking to them via the site’s message function, asking the right questions without being too pushy to ensure that they did really want what they were asking for from him. This went on for a few days, but it was clear from their responses that they were serious so we felt it was time to take the next step. We pondered having them come to a bar to meet Sam, but eventually decided we would be better off just talking to them. The opportunity for that arose only a day later when everyone else happened to be out, although Tony was also at a lecture. Still, we proceeded without him, with Bailey, Sam and I sitting down at the kitchen table while Marcus and Tom were both making sandwiches for their lunches. “Guys, can we talk to you” I said. “That sounds serious” said Marcus, chuckling. “It is, I guess” I said. They both whipped their heads in my direction at that point, staring at me for a moment before they both put down their knives and came over to the table to sit down with us. “OK” said Tom, “you’ve got our attention.” “I, er” said Sam, before pausing for a moment as he stared at the table. “I am GifterBoy99.” The response from them was not dramatic, but still very noticeable. Marcus went white, and Tom sat up just a little more straight. “What…what do you mean?” Marcus said. “Who is that?” “Marc, mate, it’s OK” said Bailey, reaching over the table to put his hand on our housemate’s. “We understand.” They both looked like rabbits in headlights, so I decided to start talking before they tried to go for any more denial or angry rebuttal. I gave them an abridged version of the story, looking between them as I did so, and did not stop until it was all out there. “So” said Bailey, “that means we understand, Tony does too, and we wanted you to know that.” “Fucking hell” Tom muttered, standing up and going over to stare out of the window at the garden. “It’s OK” Bailey said again, looking at Marcus. “It’s OK to want this.” Marcus looked down at the table, and a long period of silence began. Tom continued to stare out at the garden, his muscled frame looking tense, while Marcus just looked kind of broken. “I don’t know if we do want it” Marcus eventually said, still staring at the table. “I mean, I’m not sure we would have gone through with it.” “That’s understandable” I said, “and I get it. I had my doubts too, and I know Tony did.” “What made you decide?” Marcus asked. “I don’t know” I said, “it just felt more right the longer I thought about it. It was like I realised it was something I was missing.” Marcus nodded, but kept staring at the table as silence descended again. “I want it” Tom suddenly said, still staring outside. “Fuck all this bullshit.” He turned around and walked back over to us, sitting down next to Marcus and placing his hand on his’s boyfriend thigh. “You do?” said Marcus. “Yes” said Tom. “I know it’s fucked-up, but I want it. I’m sorry, I know you’re not sure, but I have to be honest about it. I want to get pozzed.” Bailey and I both sensed that it was time for us to leave them alone, and I motioned for Sam to follow us as we got up and left the room. —————— “We’re in” said Marcus, after coming into my room and closing the door behind him. “Both of us.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “Tom being so sure has made me see that I am too.” It was two days later, and we had been giving them a wide berth since then. The only exception to that was Tony, who had gone to talk to them briefly on his own given he had not been present for the first conversation, but he had reported that they didn’t give much up. “So” I said, “when you say that you are ‘in’, what do you mean?” “I mean” he said, “we’d like to go to one of those parties.” “Well, OK then” I said, smiling at him. “I can sort that out, if you’re sure.” “I am” he said. “So is Tony. He’s been so horned up thinking about it that I’m struggling to sit down comfortably at the moment.” I laughed, and then made my way over to him. I wrapped him in a hug, and then let go and looked him in the eyes. “You’ll have a blast” I said, “but you have to tell me if you start having any doubts.” “Sure” he said, “but that won’t happen.” He winked at me, then pulled away and headed back out of my room. I stood for a moment and took in that this was going to happen, then went back to my desk and grabbed my phone. With nervous excitement, I opened up my WhatsApp and started writing Harry a message that I knew would make his day… To be continued

Although I pride myself in taking any age/looks as a rule, and a no cock refused bottom, I much prefer older guys. My own age upwards ideally. Unless I am super horny, or in a bent-over-taking-what comes mode (and usually then a top is making the arrangements) I find it a bit uncomfortable being hit on by guys half my age. And I find it a bit uncomfortable how many guys my age on the likes of Grindr explicitly target young twinks. If that was men and young girls, it'd be frowned on at the very least. Now having said all of that I don't give two fucks what consenting adults get up and if someone has claimed to be 18, is on a site or app that requires you to be 18 and could pass for 18 or over (and we're clearly not talking about young "kids" here) then surely there should be a case for some kind of entrapment charge on the kid. Honestly - just look at teenage girls. My closest friend has a daughter who has literally just turned 14. Out of her school uniform and with just a little makeup if you didn't know better she looks closer to 20/21. It's terrifying, really. Consent is important but maybe on top of that, guys who have any doubts whatsoever should ask for ID (and perhaps take a photo/copy of it in case it's fake...but then who wants to risk having their ID out there with a stranger? All difficult options/questions/solutions) or maybe just walk away. I've had guys hit me up who didn't look 16, let alone 18. I always block and move on. Not worth it. I was sucking cock in public toilets from just before I was 16. I looked 16. This at a time in the UK when the age of consent for gay sex was, if I recall, 18 (maybe even 21? No one asked, no one cared. Most of them were old enough to be my grandfather. I suspect if we'd been caught they'd have been in a world of legal trouble, but I just needed their spunk and I was grateful to them for their donations and what I learned.

OH yeah! Fucking love this!

visiting DC this weekend

Now that's a good fucking.. and connection too to stick around after cumming and go again and again. Lucky man. 😉

OMG! Love the twist in this chapter! HOT!

Fuck yeah! Love how this is going!