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I love this and where it seems to be going! Sam is doing lots of men a solid in offering his services.

Anthony Faucci and his role in Covid-19 Go to Covid.gov So much for that conspiracy theory bullshit

Do you feel the same about Bill Gates? He has no medical degree, but is making a quite a profit off of vaccine manufacturing.

Still looking for your dedicated hole? I submit mine for your use. Constant bottom, open for u to flood. Dump in my hole and leave.

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Over the years, I have met and played with three gay guys who have dads who were twins. The dads had been playing since early youth, on into their senior years. The sons knew their dads were playing with their twin brothers. In all cases, the sons learned to take cock from their dad's twin brother -- their uncle. I have played with three gay guys (cousins) who were all related by the twin dads. They did not want their cousins to know anything about them sexually, nor did they have a desire to play with their cousins. It was strange fucking cousins that looked a lot alike and were bottoms with the same body rhythms. They all liked to sleep with a cum filled ass. They all liked huge BBCs that would stretch their holes. None of the guys had played with their own dads (so they said) or wanted him to know they were involved with his twin brother. Though one said he thought his dad and uncle knew they were playing with each other's sons, and that it was some unspoken agreement to allow time in their youth for one-on-one trips during the summer to the beach or swimming destinations. The dads were still hot after their sons were grown. The cousins were all hot AF. One of the cousins was pressured by his family to get married and have kids. It took over 10 years to figure this all out and to be in a setting where a guy felt comfortable letting me know their story.

6. I didn’t shower. Didn’t even think about it. My crotch stank, exactly how I wanted it. Sweat, old pre, and the kind of funk that hits the second I unzip. Some guys clean up to go out. I let the scent do the work. White shirt, crisp, top four buttons open. No tie. No undershirt. Chest out, skin still a little tacky. The kind of look that gets attention without trying. That’s the trick. Don’t try. Just exist like you’re the prize. The hotel bar was full of traveling husbands and dead-eyed consultants. I spotted him instantly. Navy slacks, tucked shirt, wedding ring. Soft around the edges but not sloppy. Handsome, in that restrained, suburban way. Already halfway through a bourbon and nursing some fake sense of control. I slid onto the stool next to him. Didn’t say shit at first. Just sat there and let him feel me. Then, quiet. “Evening.” He turned. “Oh. Hey.” I flagged the bartender and ordered two drinks. Didn’t ask what he wanted. Just handed it to him when it came. He took it without a word. “You here for work?” He nodded. “Yeah. Got in this morning. Client meetings on Monday. Just wanted to settle in.” “How responsible,” I said, smiling like I meant it. “Ian, right?” His brow furrowed. “Yeah. How’d you…?” “You told the bartender earlier. I was watching.” “Oh….” He drank faster. I leaned in slightly, giving him some skin, some scent. I knew he could smell me, my skin, sweat, everything that had been stewing in my pants since the flight. I saw the way his eyes flicked down and then tried to pretend they didn’t. “So what do you do?” I asked, sipping slow. Eyes on his mouth. “Finance. Consulting.” He waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “Mostly boring stuff.” “But you’re good at it.” He nodded again, grinning a little. I just kept the rhythm going. Let him talk. Asked questions like I cared. What city he lived in. What kind of projects he worked on. He mentioned a wife eventually, like he was testing me. “You faithful?” I asked, casual, like I didn’t already know the answer. He blinked. Looked down. “No.” “How long?” He hesitated. “College.” I raised an eyebrow. “That far back?” He took a deeper sip. The alcohol was starting to loosen his jaw. “Yeah. Started during my senior year. Homecoming weekend. I was in the frat house, living with the guys. We’d been drinking all day. Someone brought out coke, so we started doing lines off a textbook.” “Classic.” He grinned. “Music blasting, everyone yelling, high as hell. Then it got later. Just me and a few of the guys left in one of the rooms, sitting around. I was still wired. One of them, Caleb. Massive stoner, always shirtless. He looks at me and goes, ‘Why you staring at my dick, bro?’” I smirked. “And you were.” “Yeah,” he laughed. “I didn’t even deny it. I was too fucked up. Just smiled. So he stands up, drops his shorts, and his cock just flops out, thick as hell. Starts wagging it at me like a joke. ‘You wanna suck it or what?’” “And?” “I got on my knees. Just… went for it. Mouth on him. Didn’t even think. Nose full of weed, sweat, coke. Couldn’t breathe. Didn’t care.” I leaned back, studying him. “You filthy little fuck.” He smiled, eyes low. “That’s not even the worst part. While I was doing it, the other two guys pulled their cocks out too. One of them shoved my face down harder. Then someone brought out the poppers.” “Of course they did.” “Held it under my nose while I was getting my throat wrecked. Then they bent me over the bed. No lube, just spit and coke and poppers. Caleb went in first. Raw. Then the others followed. Fucked me all night. One after the other. Came inside me and then went again.” “And you didn’t stop them.” “I didn’t want to. I begged for it.” I watched him go quiet. That memory sat heavy in the room. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, slowly, I leaned in and said, “And you’ve been chasing that feeling ever since, haven’t you?” He looked up at me. No denial. Just the look of a man who’s tired of pretending. I reached into my pants, dragged my fingers across my balls. Still warm. Still sticky. Pulled them out and shoved them under his nose. “Smell that. That’s what you’ve been missing.” He didn’t even hesitate. Took a long, slow breath. “You’re pathetic,” I whispered. “Pay the tab. Room 417. Don’t knock.”

I would like to be assigned as a "comfort man" to a lawn maintenance crew, Mexican roofer crew or a biker group

Yes. A great way to seal the connection.

Your cleaning lady would be highly in demand with some friends of mine. 🧹🧽🪣

I been suspended so many times i for stuff I haven't done, or accidentally posting stuff in thr wrong place, im afraid to say anything 😷

Few years back had a few sessions with a fella that usually culminated in us swapping cum during kissing after a session. For me, it was an awesome way of sharing our fluids after session! Anyone else into similar or partake in cum kissing usually?

Hey all, i will bareback and take an alphas load. Fill me up and impregnate me x

I have a 14" long to get ready for sling play. I use it in the shower to open myself up and get past my 2nd hole. It works. It took a while to learn how to relax and go all the way. One of my buds is a solid 11.5" He likes having a partner who can take him all the way and still milk to make him cum.

🤣 The mathematical implication about your sex life is brilliant. TY! Oink!

Trying to pick the right day to go to Steamworks during IML 2025 weekend to get as many cocks as possible. Saturday 5/24 is off the table for me unfortunately, but I’m considering Thursday 5/22, Friday 5/23, Sunday 5/25, and Monday 5/26. Would love any insight from the pigs who have been to SW during IML in the past.

In my piggy mind there’s no such thing as too much. One of my exes made it the point that every time he had to piss it would end up in my belly. Even if we were both asleep and he wakes up needing to piss he would wake me up to drink from him without leaving the bed. Going down the street or traveling long distance never stopped for him to piss because he would push his chair back and I’d drink while he’d be going down the road. If it was a big piss like her purposely drank a lot (specifically beer) he’d let it build up for a while do I had a big drink. If I needed to catch up he’d pinch his dick to let me swallow what I had then unpinch to continue.

I was actually barely legal when I got introduced to it. It was also the first time scat play where I was involved. Was 3 days past my 18th birthday when an older guy wanted to hook up. He was in his 50s. Told me he wanted me to submit to whatever he wanted. I agreed. He strapped my wrists and ankles down with me in a squatting position. He then turned the rigged thing he had me on so I could see what he was doing in the mirrors he had set up. He had taken a shit on out it on a plate and said I’d like this. He took his own shit logs and slid them inside me. Then he used the more loosened up shot to smear around my hole and he began to work me open. With his fingers using his own shit as lube on my ass. I was freaking out the whole time. He said I consented to non consent so I better relax and enjoy it. Motherfucker fucked me with his fingertips to his elbow for a couple hours. It freaked me the fuck out but it was the most I had ever come without touching my cock. I think about it to this day.

Bunch of fucker Gooners! Like me!

My favorite kind of dick for sure!

As a very nerdy teenager I took pride in knowing the exact number of guys who had my dick (and cum, in most cases) in their asses. After 700 guys or so I lost count, i.e. in my early twenties.

Just seein' who all's out there in the Front Royal/Winchester/shen valley area.