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I noticed this sub fag (his words) online that I've played with before. Last time I was going to come over, he was edging himself and accidentally shot a load, so I didn't bother. He knew he was in for punishment next time I came over. This time he's locked and blindfolded. I grabbed some snow from his driveway and used it on his nipples, hole, and balls. Then I made him eat the rest. Next I had him lay across my lap as I spanked his ass. He counted all 50 swats. Then I got him poppered up hard and started fucking his throat. I blew a big load in him and left him there locked and blindfolded. I think he learned his lesson.

Even though I know that I am a faggot, calling me ones, makes very happy. The confirmation of calling me a faggot is like a drug.

I AM a faggot. I know what I am and am proud of it.

Good boy! Interesting how Tina turns a shy conservative bottom into a cum- hungry fuckhole…go get those loads!

Last night I went over to a FWBs place to hang out. I prepped just in case but was really just there to chill and catch up. We’ve fucked many times and just hung out many times before too. My FWB is about 5’ 9” 180lb not ripped but a solid built mixed guy with a 8” thick curved cock. We smoked some weed, had some drinks and pizza, played some video games and watched tv, just a regular night. I indulged a little too much with the drink and smoke so he said I could crash there for a bit, which I’ve done before and nothing’s happened. He goes to his room to sleep and I pass out on the lounge side of his couch. Around 3am I half wake up as I feel movement behind me. There’s a blanket on me now and my pants were taken off. I feel something rubbing against my ass as a pair of arms pull me tight against his chest. I give a soft moan as he starts rubbing my ass and pulling my underwear down. His cockhead nestles against my hole as he starts slowly trying to enter me. Out of instinct I start rocking and rolling my hips trying to accept more of his big dry cock. There’s some pain as the head finally pops in but my horniness wins and I keep wiggling trying to get more inside me. He pulls out then shoves in again and again till he’s about halfway in then he holds my hip and pushes the rest of his dry cock inside till he’s balls deep. I’m moaning and babbling from the pain and pleasure waking me up more as my buddy starts slow fucking me with long deep strokes. He said he woke up super horny and knew I was here and wouldn’t mind helping out a buddy. To which I respond with “yes” and start fucking myself on his cock till he rolls me on my stomach and goes full force fucking my still unlubed hole. After about 15 minutes of gritting me teeth and moaning from the pleasurable pain he slams in balls deep and shoots his load. We stay like that for a bit catching our breath till he rolls us on in a spooning position with his cock still buried inside me. We pass out for couple hours till my work alarm goes off. I thank him for his load before I leave, my hole puffy and throbbing from the rough dry breeding it got. Pretty good morning overall

Yesterday bookstore ass up face down window in booth open door open lubed ready three guys bred me anon

My 6th birthday I was showing my hole to my brother!

I'm 56 and certainly have no intention of stopping at 60. I'm going to keep doing it for as long as I possibly can.

Okay, this is gonna be longish. i went back a half hour, presumptuously, because of your comment that your "ranting" started the last fifteen minutes... so i may have taken you too literally (though in my defense, i did go back 30 minutes lol). Right before writing my response though, you rescued me from my folly and i went back to the 20' mark and listed to Jons question, and the subsequent response, so i'll start there. At ~20' mark Jon asks: "Did they conceive of immigration. Did they see themselves as homogenous. Did they view the fissures between, let's say, Baptist and Lutheran and Calvinist and Quaker. Did they view those fissures as anything other than just disagreement civically, or did they see some of those things as more uniquely American. Did they think Protestant was American. Catholic was, well, maybe we can teach them?" Guelzo responds, as you mentioned, with a reference to black in the military, citing Washington... but i think he also replies to the religion question, though not specifically using any of the four Christian sects, he uses Jewish religion... but the quote from Washington, and the point being made doesn't strike me as a deflection, maybe even more inclusive since he (Washington) included Jewish religion? i agree that (and even wish) that there was more discussion on religion, but i think his response was less specific in maybe an attempt to include race vs exclude religion? He answers: "The leader of the Jewish congregation in Newport Rhode Island, write to him. They're very anxious. What's going to be our future. Are we going to be part of this American experiment? And his response, which i strongly suspect was written by Alexander Hamilton, "this government gives to bigotry no sanction, gives to persecution, no assistance, and asks only that the members of it behave as good citizens." It's the only standard that Washington lays out." At the ~54' mark, Jon asks: ...what is the bias [lists nations of origin then asks]: "Who are the heritage Americans?... "is it their religion? Is it where they are from? Their complexion?" At ~1:03 Guelzo, i think, responds more to the whole question instead of parsing out just religion. To me, he seems to respond to Jons list as a group vs individually. While i think religion has played a far bigger role in this country than this discussion goes into, i do not get the feel the respondents were avoiding or deflecting? Guelzo responds: "...Some say-if you're going to have a nation, it must be built out of these very solid materials, like race, or religion, or language, or culture." So, Guelzo includes religion on a an inclusive list that he juxtaposes against building a nation on an "idea." He goes on for a bit on the divisiveness of those "materials," and ends up with an all encompassing , (and hopefully less divisive?) label ("title") of "citizen" for those who would be part of the "American experiment." I wonder if he is looking to find a way to supersede (transcend?) the former list of what "some say... a nation must be built of"? He concludes: "Everything else [including religion?] is temporary. Everything else is improvisatory." A conclusion that would no doubt have the writers of the pledge of allegiance up in arms, not to mention those who wrote the Declaration "...all men are created equal, endowed by their creator....." Hmm, maybe some gay influence, writing of how men are "endowed?" Guelzo goes on to grouse that he's been labeled "...everything from a Trotskyist to a Christian Nationalist." Which may speak more to the perception of the hearers than the state of being of Guelzo? At the 1:13:30' mark, Guelzo seems to depart from quoting elitists, as does Freeman. They both end by quoting a 'common?' citizen: Guelzo quotes a Swedish immigrant writing to his family in Sweden: "....my cap is not worn out by having to take it off when a rich man rides by in his carriage." Freeman quotes a "someone" (apparently another non elitist? "...when i'm on the street, i do not need to bow down to someone, i can actually stand up." If nothing else, this post is colorful? my response to the video has been adjusted though, added too? i do think Jon's interview (and most discussions of this sort) would benefit from inclusion of someone from the proverbial 'other side.' i wonder if he could have gotten a history professor from Hillsdale College?

Why stop when you are 60? There are plenty of guys out there happy to load up a 60 yr old. Keep going!

Of course don't hesitate to recommend new lines.

A little over 30 years ago, I made the decision to let anyone who wanted to fuck me, to do so. And it was 20 ago that I embraced bareback sex and within weeks after that, started to let guys cum in me. I’m still hiv neg as of 11/17/25. I did end up with neurosyphilis which gave me some vision problems, now mostly resolved, but if I had to do again, I would. The only difference is I would have tested more. Once you start, you’ll know soon enough if this your place to be in life. Never have regrets. For me, it’s been the right choice. The only regret is I’ll be stopping soon as I’m in my late 50s and figured I’ll have stopped by 60-62.

Loads more to this story people should dm me or message me on tele manchesterbeeboy

The last 15 mins was the philosophical issue....absence of null. I noted one omission at the 20' mark. Another in the last 30 mins, in the context of the 1924 legislation. When I watched I mentally noted others as well...Stewart's questions of role of religion being explicitly avoided. That includes one instance which he even makes a comment on their silence.

Chapter 2 – Used, but Not Abused Chapter 1 describes a night when I was abducted from the home of my new buddy, Zak. Zak knew about my fantasy, and it seems that he was making it come true. I’m wearing a blindfold (about the only thing I’m wearing), and I’ve been taken to a warehouse, put in a sling, fed some clouds, and given what seems to be a good-sized booty bump. My ass has been filled with a toy, but now a guy has his fist in me and is having me do some poppers. I took one deep inhale and let it out. I held the second one in for as long as possible to let the potent fumes take hold of my brain. As they hit, I felt the guy begin to move deeper into my ass. This guy knew how to treat an ass! He was slowly crawling further into me, taking his time as he felt his way through my ass. He’d go a little deeper, pull back, then slide more of his hand into me. All the time, he was flexing his hand and fingers, probing my walls and providing excellent sensations inside me. Of course, the poppers heightened the feelings, and I was grunting and moaning. I understood that my ass was about to be treated to a wonderful experience, and I was more than ready to do whatever they wanted. He did a great job working over my ass. He didn’t go too deep, but really concentrated his efforts on opening me up. His hand spent a lot of time at that point, right before it slipped in all the way, twisting and flexing to ensure that my ass was ready for whatever came next. He took his time, rubbing up against the walls of my ass and giving my prostate some focus. Even with my cock in the cage, it dripped out some precum, which slid down and mixed with the lube. “Give me a bigger one,” he growled at someone. He kept fisting me while the new toy was being lubed up. He slowly withdrew his hand, and then the toy was placed at my hole. He pushed it in, and my greedy ass swallowed it with ease. “Damn, that ass is hungry!” I moaned my agreement, and the guy started to really work me over with the new toy. He was pushing, twisting, flexing, and pumping it in and out of my ass. Several times, he pulled it all the way out before sinking it back in, giving me that wonderful feeling that comes when my ass is first penetrated. He slowed down eventually, then told me to hold the dildo in place so that it was ready for the next guy. I reached down to grab it, but he wanted me to hold it in with just my ass. Since everything was well lubed and the toy was long and a consistent thickness, I needed to use gravity to assist in holding it in, so I levered my ass higher in the air, keeping the dildo firmly seated. The first guy must have moved away from the sling, and another guy took his place. He grabbed my legs and pushed me to lie back in the sling. He quickly pulled out the dildo and probed around my hole with his fingers. “Fucking hot hole!” Man, I love it when a guy appreciates my ass like that. I pulsed my hole to open and close it, eliciting a growl of approval from the new guy. “Poppers." I took the hose, put the plugs in my nose, and inhaled deeply. The fumes filled my brain and made me even more of an ass pig than normal. Once he knew they had penetrated my brain, he shoved his hand in my ass. He was going deep. I felt him slide quickly through my entrance, and then he began his descent into my deepest areas. With the poppers and the T flowing through my body, I was totally focused on my ass, and it opened nicely for him. He was soon at that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. His fingers probed around a bit, both to find the path and tease it open. When he knew the way, and it was opened for him, he slid his fingers through and was into my colon. Fuck, this is amazing! I decided on my own to do some poppers, which made the other guys laugh. They were excited to have found a bottom who could match their top energies. Of course, if the tables were turned, today or another day, I’d be happy to top any of them, too. The poppers sent me to another place. All I was aware of was what was going on in my ass. He was expertly massaging my innermost walls, understanding that the slightest move on his part translates to seismic waves in my ass. He played lightly, occasionally moving back and forth, but mostly just feeling around and flexing his hand. Feeling the muscles of his arm expand and contract as he flexed in my ass was exhilarating, and I was one happy bottom. He asked one of the other guys to give him a plug for my ass. While they were prepping it, he slowly removed his hand. He took his time on the pullout, ensuring that he hit all the right spots on the way. When his hand was out, he shoved in a large butt plug to keep my ass open. “We need to smoke more.”