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But it feels so much better when I can feel his cock pulsing as he releases it into my waiting cunt.

Bbrts- PrimalUrges (Texas/Oklahoma border area)

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In college this sexy guy on the football team would get drunk on Friday and Saturday nights. Honestly there was nothing else to do in town, we all did this. I went to a small, conservative, private college in the South, so there wasn't a lot of opportunity to get dick for this young, horny, recently out me. I also didn't own a car, we were in a small rural town far from any major city, and this was long before apps and the internet was new new, so finding opportunities was rare. Imagine my surprise when this hunky, fucking BUILT, linebacker showed up at my door one night. He just stumbled in my room, started fumbling with my clothes, so I took the hint and started to undress him. He lie down on the bed, and I serviced his cock until it was hard. I decided my spit was enough for lube because I was also beginning to learn that I have a self-lubing hole. I straddled him and rode him until he shot his raw load in my hole. No lube, no rubber. Just 2 horny college boys getting what they both needed. He would never kiss, and it was a pretty perfunctory fuck. He once told me that he thought I had a nice ass, and he liked that I was an easy, no nonsense fuck. His girlfriend would make him work for the sex and made him wear a condom. But with me he could show up, nut, and leave. No questions, no fuss. That started a 2-year stint until we graduated where he would show up almost every Friday and Saturday night, sometimes during the random weeknight, always under the pretext that he was drunk. Getting raw fucked regularly by one of the biggest football jocks on our team was one of the highlights of my college career.

My uncle got me into piss but when I was to take care of dad I knew the signs and would go with dad to the washroom in public places and dad like to have others watch like at rest stops or pools where he would get me to strip & piss on me before sucking his cock. While sucking his cock he would spread my cheeks and finger my ass to invite guys to fuck me. Dad really got off and would blow his load when he knew guys were unloading in my ass.

You caught me jerking off girl 💋

Yes, it was.

I would tell my teenage self to not hide who I really am. To transition as soon as possible and to live my best life as a meth whore.

And with hopes of tasting my mom on his dick😵

Beg my 70 year old step dad to molest me, I was 13

Very interesting thread. This subject has been rattling around in my head for some time. I was not raised in a religious household, so I was not conditioned to fear the wrath of God early on, that came later. The struggle between good and bad, light and dark, lies within ourselves. I started drifting away from the notion that Christianity was good and Satin was bad some time ago. This was solidified when I learned the Vatican in Rome helped Nasir war criminals escape persecution. WTF! Satanic worship being more about self discovery and seeking knowledge, something mainstream religions frown opinion. After all, Adam and Eve were banished by God for doing just that. Christianity is just too contradictory for me, which led me to think that maybe the “good” God lost the battle in Heaven, and the “bad” angel gained power to control and enslave is. shortly after this thought, I came across a man on YouTube who goes by the name of Morgue who basically solidified my thoughts. Strange how the universe works. from understanding, Christian version of satanic worship is far from the truth. It seems more like false propaganda to me. I don’t believe in sacrificial killing, but I am attracted to the ritual spec of worshiping satin. I am also a firm believer in self discovery and worshiping the human form. Nurturing our own body and soul to live a fuller existence.

Not really the same, but mum's best friend has bred me four times down the years. He's never come out and we've never told anyone. In fact he's been in two very long term relationships with women over the years, but never married. He and mum dated for a while but it didn't work out but stayed friends even after she met dad. He feels like an uncle, though there's no blood relation.

Been chatting with a guy that's poz in Wisconsin, he wants to poz my hole, then plug my hole with cheese then later dig it out and finger feed me then do it again 💋

hi. married (to a woman), but cant stop taking raw dick from older men. i feel so emasculated when i get called names as i take a load and then get sent back to my wife.

When I got the fuck flu, it was on November 28th 2020. And the day that I got infected, was November 12th. Didn't even realize I had been infected, until June. When I came down sick back in November of 2020, they said I had covid at the ER. So at the same time I had the fuck flu, I was also scro converting. I was sick for 3 months. And even after all of that, when they did my initial viral load test it was 2127. And then 3 weeks later it was down to 700

Gym bunnies/rats normally are this obnoxious and how they deal with others. He deserves everything he gets - wish I could do the same to the one I used to know.

Thank you, great reflections.... Men in their 30's in my observation typically come to grips then with whether or not men or women are our primary attraction. I suspect that preference really develops from experience. Until I knew what having intercourse with a woman vs a man felt, I didn't seem to have a "default setting" (as it were). Rich, my husband, tends to chat with married men who come out. Range for him is mid 30's to 60. A lot of guys have kids, see them off on their own and wife gets a girlfriend or hubby gets a boyfriend. And they part ways.

Waking up to The scent of cum that's been marinating in my hole all night is so hot.

Do you regret being a naughty boy?

I had a black fuck bud with an 8" dick. When he'd cum he would always be balls deep with his dick way inside me. His load would rarely leak out as it was far inside me and had a greater opportunity to be absorbed

51 married to a woman and i have been getting fucked by men my whole life. I really want my first poz load and to be “outed”

Don't ALL of us hungry bottoms wish for a young Twink like Ethan & his mates to come along. Big stallion cocks, free flowing Enhancements & desires of domination. I would eagerly submit to Ethan, his ideas of rough sex & the desire to prove that he had what I wanted, plenty of it & thendurance to test my limits. Yes, I'd love an Ethan to dominate me.

To my mother, I came out to my mom today. It’s been a long time in the making now. Maybe a decade? Perhaps a little longer than that. I know that a lot of my friends have come out to their parents. It’s brave, it’s admirable, it’s courageous— and I always pictured myself one day doing the same. But I never had the courage to do so. I think part of it is the Asian culture, where my parents hold more traditional views. But I do realize that, as time goes by, with the more accepting culture we have here in Australia, I can start to slowly see the shift in my mom when it comes to these things. And I’m sure that, at my age now— 34— after the age of 30 or so, when I’m not bringing girls home, or ever, for that matter— she would have realized that something was up. And I’m also sure that she’s spoken to her friends too, and they’ve all come to the conclusion that I might be gay. And she’s just been waiting for the time when I would tell her. In the last couple of months, I’ve been feeling a lot more comfortable and confident in my own skin. Telling people at work that I’m gay. Most of them already had a feeling, of course. They were just waiting for me to say it. And it’s been quite liberating— because I can be myself and everyone still loves me for who I am. This is all practice, of course, for the real thing— which is coming out to my mom. And it came about in a very dramatic sort of way. I met this guy on Hinge. His name is James. I brought him over to my place on our first date, and he met my mom. The next night, he asked if he could come over. I said yes. He ended up arriving around 3 in the morning. He made a lot of noise opening the garage door, and with the dog barking, my mom came out to see what all the noise was about. And that’s when she met him. They were both shocked to see each other. And there I was, in bed, eyes wide open. Thinking. Thinking how peculiar the universe works sometimes— how it sets up these domino pieces only to knock them down when the time is right. When James crawled into bed that night, I reassured him that I wasn’t angry or annoyed. Instead, I was grateful. Grateful that he had entered my life at this particular moment in time, and set off all these chains of events that would eventually lead me to tell my mother that I am gay the following day. I always imagined coming out to be an event. Full of confetti, balloons, red carpet treatment— you know, the things you see in movies like Love, Simon. But I didn’t get any of that. It was just a casual conversation— that the boy she met at 3 a.m. was someone that I am dating. And I saw that she flinched at that— before asking questions about him: his name, where he lives, his family. And that was pretty much it. The earth continued to spin, time kept on ticking, as it always does. And soon, the evening light faded through the gaps in the curtains, and I was left on the couch as my mother went to bed for the night. Just thinking. Taking in a deep breath— but it wasn’t as fresh as I imagined it would be. And I sat there, wondering why things didn’t feel as different as I thought they would. I’ve been in a jail cell for 34 years. I’ve had the key to the lock this entire time. And now— I’ve opened it. And the door quietly swings open. And I walk through it. There’s no party on the other side. Just my loved ones— patting me on the back, squeezing my shoulder, smiling. And I smile back. Perhaps my body is still trying to catch up to my thoughts. Perhaps these ordinary moments of coming out are the more common version that happens behind the scenes— the version that no one sees. Or perhaps— I’m just really lucky that I have an understanding mom, who didn’t reject me, or shame me, or disapprove of my choices. Just a mother who loves her son, no matter the choices he makes in this lifetime.

@jd13 get tested and then you'll know...