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Yes, but it’s convoluted. 1) If you can click on a suspected blocked profile photo you should get a new screen with red text message that “This member blocked you”. 2) Under the red text block message is a blue text “View your blocklist”. 3) Click that blue text which opens a new page of A) “members you were blocked by”and also the B) “members you have blocked” in two different list sections. You can access your own blocklist for editing: click “My Account” then select “My Block List”. ** This list does not show profiles that blocked you. However, if you have blocked someone and they have blocked you, then it’s a back door into seeing everyone who blocked you on the site. In the case of your roommate, why not just ask him if he blocked your profile on NKP?

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Just got back from Wednesday Men’s Club here in Denver (Arts District). Busy day with mostly guys 30+ all shapes, sizes and plenty of tops 😀 Got fucked by at least a dozen (probably closer to 20) different men. My hole was used for about 2 hours with very little interruption. One guy observed that my hole was so sloppy I was easily the Cumdump of the day. One guy fucked the cum out of me and my jock was so wet! Had a well endowed guy cum all over my hole and crack so these two kinky dads could use it for lube. Ended up taking 6 confirmed loads.

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Ouch. Sorry your experience that time was so painful.

I actually saw gay porn a good hot minute before I knew who I was. Working down in the French Quarter at the end of the night the girls would either want to go dance (OZ) or go somewhere to chill away from the straight guys trying to fuck them (Good Friends). It was there that I saw gay porn. It was a glNCE AND NOTHING FELT

You won’t believe me but I will tell you the story anyway. My first real gay relationship was with a Leather Daddy. He is the one that showed me my true calling and trained/taught me how to be a perfect bttm. He taught me that the only thing that mattered for men’s pleasure were my two holes and that thing between my legs was useless. He caged me for the 4 years we were together. to this day I do not get hard and the only way I can cum is when a man gives me a hands free orgasm. Even then it is just a little bit. For the most part I just have anal orgasms the make my whole body tremble & shakem and a feeling I just can’t explain but just describe it as pure bliss. It’s been about 3 years since my last hands free

I'm verse. I have some issues ejaculating much of the time due to medical stuff (trans history) but once hard staying hard isn't an issue. I am horny most of the time and when my dick is grabbing my attention I can't help but wonder what most guys I meet would feel like on it. I am not a very dominant top with most people I don't know well, so the adaptive strategies of many bottoms of being more agressive and mounting my cock quickly the moment I don't push them away or leading me away by the cock directly in their hole are fine with me so long as I am still in the mood to top. I tend to cum in the guy who has whatever it takes that night to make me cum. It's often not the guy I expect and since each guy has different energy, different good and bad things, and their holes all feel a little different on my dick I do end up trying most that I don't have some strong reason not to fuck for at least a minute or so. Occasionally I don't think I am going to get off in him but he's really fun or feels really especially good on my cock so I will fuck him specifically so he orgasms. Occasionally I cum unexpectedly when he does, otherwise I will move on at that point. Unless it's pretty vacant I almost always end up in double digits for holes my cock has been in, but I can only add my cum to one or two most night, even if there has been nights where I have fucked almost every bottom there. When I bottom I don't have much of an issue and get way more than my fair share of loads. Most guys will cum in me or they will pull out because they find it hard not to cum in me and usually will be back to breed me later. I have never been that competitive as a bottom. Admittedly, the most common response to being in me the first time is a shocked "Wow... you have an amazing ass/cunt." I enjoy thinking about all the holes a top has been in before mine. I don't delude myself that I can maintain any of the stuff I do one on one for saftey in a bathhouse and so I just enjoy it when a guy comes back with his dick prelubed with cum and lube from other bottoms asses and shoves in into to breed me. I tend to be a pretty agressive bottom. I have a trans history, I kept the extra hole because apparently I am enough of a slut my corner of the gay community was actually pissed about me having surgery back in the day (and even some of the bottoms thought I was dumb), so I often have one guy in each hole. The main reason I end up not taking a load is a top who can't play well with others. I am very happy as a group bottom and the top who is not amazing himself but runs off other tops is the worst. I love guys watching and waiting and having a cock in every available hole. I try to stay in places with the ability to watch me fuck that don't restrict whether I am an active (default) or passive bottom. The slings are for a top who wants to fuck me in one or the end of the night when usually a few guys are looking for me and having my very well bred holes on display will also get a few guys in me to breed from being ready and seeing that.

SSRI's (citalopram is one) definitely mess with your libido. Generally the drug reduces it, so it makes sense that cutting back on the drug would increase it.

This is humming along, I do appreciate the comments. I would often take my Leather Daddy to Sousa Hall which (way back in the day) had the infamous Chicken Hut Gay Bar across the street. In those days it was easy enough to find a 17 year old Marine who had a beer in front of him, so demanding an ID as a license to play was the move of a wise breeder or LeatherDaddy. - U-know, an ounce of prevention is worth a pounding of cure, and way less expensive than a trip to the DC Jail in Lorton. Both Daddy and the Black Leatherman, both members of DC Leather clubs would go to the weekend concerts at Sousa (DC) and Schlesinger Hall (in Va). The Black Leatherman was a USAF Korea War Vet and had his way with many Marines from the Annex. He had quite a following of lost lovesick puppies (and this was decades before the K9 Pup Kink Trends. Good Times! In awe I would listen and learn from these oracles of Leather Knowledge and cum away filled with knowledge, and other stuff - determined to do Daddy Proud. Speaking of Sousa, he will be making a cameo appearance shortly. Cheers and Semper Fi!

HIV throws the immune system off balance. As the virus comes under control and the immune system begins to recover, you can see fluctuation in lab numbers. In my own treatment, my early labs were kind of two steps forward, one step back. I'd have two reports with gains followed by a report with a decrease in CD4. Treatment is a long term process, and everyone responds differently to medication. There are lots of reasons why a lab may show a decrease on one report. It's the overall trend that is important.

Pete was an 18 year old high school senior. It was spring break. His parents were away. And Ray the old neighbor from two doors down was staying with them. When his home got flooded. And was waiting for the work to be completed. Pete with his dark hair swimmers build. Incredible handsome face. His girlfriend, Amy was away with her family. Ray being retired. Was almost always there. Ray would sneak into Pete’s bedroom and look at the young man sleeping. Lucky for Ray. His room was next door to Pete’s and Pete being a deep sleeper never noticed him. Still Pete felt uncomfortable around Ray. Being that Pete was on vacation. He was going to call off Saturday from work and head to a bar with his some of his friends. He couldn’t go in with his ID. After all, he was graduating in June and was underage. But he had a fake ID. He told Ray he would be spending the night at his friend’s house after work. Ray told him have fun. With Pete out of the house. Ray would use that time to read and relax. ”Home on a Saturday night alone.” Ray said to himself. After a couple of hours, Ray decided to head out for a drink or two. The bar he was going to was called “cow top.” A gay bar for older gay gentlemen. Who like to lust and try to and sometimes succeed in picking up younger guys and going home with them. Pete was there with his friend Brad. Neither of them thought anything about it mostly being men. There was a couple of women there too. Jay the bartender and owner ID the two young men. Had a couple of drinks. One of the women approached Pete and started flirting with him. Shelley was her name red short hair green eyes. And she brought Pete a drink. Brad decided to leave with Pete’s attention now on Shelley. Shelley was 32 years old. And was transgendered. They made out Pete never suspecting. Ray had shown up and saw them. He went over and saw that Pete was wasted and Shelley was leading him into the backroom to fuck him. “Shelley, he’s a minor.” “Underage drinking.” “Did you tell him that you’re transgendered?” “Or were you just going to surprise him and stick your dick into his virgin straight ass?” “I had no idea.” She said. “I have to get him home.” Ray said. So Ray and Shelley got him into Ray’s car. And both men drove home. “Are you going to tell my parents, Ray?” Pete asked. ”I would have to.” Actions have consequences.” Ray said. “Ok” Pete said with a defeated sigh. Once they were home. Ray got Pete into his bedroom he started to help Pete get undressed. ”I said earlier action have consequences.” “However, I have an idea and if you agree to it.” “I won’t tell your parents.” Ray said. ”I’ll do anything!” Pete said. “My parents will ground me until I go to college in the fall.” “Anything?” Ray said with an evil grin. ”Yes!” Pete said. Not paying attention that he was in his underwear and that Ray was stroking his knee. ”take off your underwear.” Ray ordered. “Im going to give you a blow job.” “Better than that girlfriend of yours does.” “How do you know about that?” Pete asked “There’s a hole in the wall over there and I have a pretty good view.” “So I suck you off.” “Or I’ll tell your parents.” Your dad who’s a judge and has taken drunk drivers off the road.” “Think of how that would look on your dad.” With no other choice. Pete removed his underwear and let this old pervert who made him uncomfortable suck his dick. Pete was still very drunk when Ray told him to lay on his back. Ray rimmed the young man’s ass. “You’re tight.” Ray said Pete moaned. He had a hard on. Thanks to Ray. Ray left and came back with lube and his phone. He first send out three text messages and took photos of the drunk naked teen. He lived up his dick and Pete’s ass. “Remember Pete.” “Actions have consequences.” “And this is your punishment.” Ray gently placed the tip of his dick inside Pete’s ass. He slowly put the rest of his 7 inch hard cock inside the straight teen. Who could only say “please” but couldn’t get the word “don’t” out of his drunk mouth. Ray had been dreaming of this since Pete turned eighteen. And now he was going to have him. Pete thought the overweight man would crush him. But didn’t. He tried to push Ray off of him. But being drunk he was too weak. Ray took his time with Pete. Thrusting his dick in and out of the young man’s now loose hole. “Fuck, you feel so fucking great”. Ray said. As Pete tried in vain to get the old man off. Ray turned Pete on his side. Ray stroked Pete’s still hard cock and the young man came within 10 minutes. Ray felt his cock pulsing getting ready to cum. He decided to cum inside of him. So Pete will always know. That the guy he knew didn’t like him was his first. “Here it cums!” Ray shouted. Shooting his load inside Pete’s ass. Pete was spend. Ray’s phone went off. He left. Pete took his finger took some of Ray’s cum. He was repulsed by it and Ray and yet he got fucked by him. Pete started to get up, got to the door but was surprised when he saw Ray with three other old men naked with hard cocks. “Please no.” Pete begged. ”Petey, remember all actions of consequences” said one of the three men who Pete recognized as the old janitor at his high school. “You were always teasing me about if you were gay, I wouldn’t be able to fuck you, because you were too young and fast to be caught by an old man like me.” “Well the tables have changed.” “And now you’re getting fucked by four old men.” with that Ray closed the bedroom door and all four men continued their assault on the helpless young man. Shooting loads deep inside his ass and mouth. The next morning Pete woke up with naked with Ray naked next to him and the Janitor on the floor. The other two men had left. Pete was going to call the police. But he knew he couldn’t. After all he had agreed to Ray’s terms and he didn’t want to tell anyone what had happened. “Where are you going?” Ray said. “Get back into bed and have your breakfast.” “It’s the most important meal of the day. And so it began. Pete was to be a submissive bottom to Ray and his friends. And not be able to do anything about it.

Nude sunbathing in the Ramble. Hidden in the trees of the Ramble and off the main paths are two outcroppings that are perfect for nude sunbathing. By chance I stumbled upon one during a lunch break. I wanted a quiet place to lie in the sun and get away from the bustle in the city. Both places are elevated about six feet above the surrounding terrain. To get to them you've got to squeeze through thick underbrush. There's room for about ten people in both places. One had a tiny grass 'lawn'. The other was solid rock. The first time I went everyone kept their swimsuits on. After a few visits I noticed more guys would strip naked. Sometimes everyone would be nude, often getting hard and showing off for each other. It always felt very cruisy. There wouldn't be much sex apart from getting hard or maybe a furtive jerkoff session. I suppose the thrill was being naked outside with other gay men in Manhattan in the middle of the day. There was always the concern of getting caught. Or having birdwatchers stumble upon our gatherings. It wasn't as relaxing as being on a nude beach like Black's Beach in San Diego or Haulover Park in FTL. But fuck! It sure was fun to get naked with a few of my lunchtime buds in Central Park.

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After the first few parts on page 1, you expect an interesting story. Then you don't find out whether he at least had the flu. I didn't read everything. Maybe you also reported that he was inseminated by 132 men in one day. Boring, boring, boring. Nothing new happens, just the same old thing. What a shame.

This is excellent. I can’t wait to see how it unfolds.

At the local bathhouse two really cute guys would come and play with others together and separately. They were partners who had met at a bathhouse so they knew and accepted each other’s needs. They were also both mainly bottoms so would come to the bathhouse to get their needs met. Interestingly, they didn’t have the same taste in tops. One tended to like older white guys. The other lusted after younger minorities. Either way, they never turned down cock. It was always a turn on to see them side by side, on a bed or in slings getting plowed by guy after guy. I once saw them sitting at a restaurant eating and talking. It was so obvious they were totally in love. Nice that they didn’t seem jealous or possessive when it came to sex—very healthy emotionally.

I relate to this. I want to be used for His pleasure. Because that means I get to smell his crotch. Lick his balls. Lick, kiss and suck on his penis. Smell and taste his asshole. Eat his cum. Unless he wants to cum in my hole. I love both. Verbally degrade me so that I can hear the truth about what I am spoken aloud. Not just in my head. It means that the reality of what I am and what I crave is seen and recognized by a horny Man. Who obviously takes pleasure in what I am! Finally! It's self-actualizing. It's when I exist. Unhidden. FREE! And I usually orgasm from it. And orgasms are sexual ecstasy. It actually gives me self-worth.

Thank you for the medical advise, but as i understand it by chatting with nullos, those who want to stay male would replace their natural testosterone with external sources. There are also men (such as the famous Mangina Man back in the days of xtube) that arrange for their bals impanted into their lower abdomen. I have also know nullos that went for a full on inversion surgery (which creates a artificial virgina) while still identifying as male. A fascinating one is Pup Kibbles who has transplanted his glans to just above his rerouted urethra so he can rub it like a clit while fucking/masturbating.