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This story is so hot and incestuous andi love it. Getting pozzed would be a dream cum true.

I want to be Kevin, thats the way i like it, very hot

Well, there are good reasons not to relocate here ("f"l meaning Florida, or "fl" meaning Fort Lauderdale), mostly related to weather issues. It's true that we (collectively) have fucked our home (Mother Earth) to the point that she'd fucking us back, but there's no (habitable) place that isn't experiencing some level of M.E.'s wrath. There are a number of reasons to at least visit here, depending on your tastes. There's no winter, which is a big one for me. For example, "planting season" begins in October !!! For folks that enjoy gardening/horticulture, Florida is paradise. For folks that hate the cold, dark winters, it's paradise all over again. Then there's the "No State Income Tax" thing. Interestingly, I just read an article about how the land-levels are sinking, all over the world. Apparently, we (humanity) has been pumping so much ground water out (irrigation of crops, etc) that what land used to be held in place by large concentrations of subterranean water (apparently very, very deep, but now depleted) is allowing huge tracts of surface earth to be slowly sinking. No place is everyone's cup of shit, Florida included, but it's alright for some of us.

Fantastic story, i like it the rough way, please more, thank you

PART 2 (With apologies to @Pnp-pig that I’m still at the teasing stage 😬😘) Imagining Louis stripping off and dripping sweat just the other side of the door, I tried to control myself. I got two beers out of the fridge and picked out some clothes for him - tshirt, shorts and boxer briefs. The thought of Louis literally in my pants didn’t really help with my stated aim of controlling myself. Quite the opposite. I opened my drawer of weekend supplies, picked up a bag of Tina and took out a chunky shard. Holding the shard in my right hand, I put my left hand down the back of my shorts and confirmed that Louis ‘ very presence had indeed made my ass very wet. Then I pulled my shorts down, bent over, held my juicy pucker open with my left hand and fingered the shard in with my right. My hungry hole swallowed up the shard greedily and I instantly felt the lovely stinging that promised so much. I kept fingering myself, picturing Louis’ fingers working me. I did my best to hold in a groan of slutty pleasure. “Sorry Andy, can I have a towel?” “Oh yeah sure”, I called over my shoulder, my hole contracting around my finger at the sound of Louis’ voice calling out from the bathroom. I stood up, took my finger out my ass, licked it (all the while thinking about it being Louis’ finger, cock or anything) and quickly pulled up my shorts. Stepping over to the bathroom, I picked up a towel from the clean laundry pile and pushed the door ajar just enough to hold the towel on the other side for Louis to grab. But he didn’t grab. “No, Andy, I don’t want to mess up your bathroom by stepping out the shower soaking wet and getting water everywhere.” What a well-brought-up young man. And/or what a great chance to see him naked. Either way, the shard up my ass did my thinking for me and wouldn’t let me pass up the opportunity to see Louis naked. And, in fairness to the shard and my ass, that was the right decision. I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped in, holding out Louis’ towel for him, while finally coming face-to-face with a full frontal view of the beautiful teen about whom I had lusted, jerked off and fingered myself over so many times.

I started giving my uncle blowjobs when I was 9. The first time he fucked me I was 10. He took me to a friend of his and they had a threesome with me.

off to a great start!

It was a hot summer day, far to hot to stay in my baking hot flat. The only problem was I had no money to go anywhere. I opened my front door to the stairs to sit on a folding chair where it was slightly cooler than my flat. I was stripped down to just some long shorts and a vest top, but my body was still slick with sweat. I'd been hitting the gym more lately, since leaving university last year I'd been trying to trim some fat and add a little muscle and was looking pretty good if I say so myself. The door opposite opened. I'd not long moved in, so I hadn't met the neighbour before. He was an older guy in his 60's, maybe 5' 9" with a shaved head and grey moustache. He was wearing some flimsy short shorts and nothing else. He had some slightly faded tattoos across his chest under some fairly thick chest hair, and he seemed pretty wiry strong although with a bit of a beer belly. He smiled at me as he leant against his doorframe. "Too bloody hot, isn't it?" he said. "Yeah..." I said. I was trying not to stare, but as he moved, I was pretty sure I saw his dick shift under those shorts. "I'm John." He stood up straight and put his hand out to shake. That time I definitely saw a massive cock swing free in those flimsy shorts. I dragged my eyes away and saw him leering at me a bit too knowingly. Shit, had this old guy just clocked me staring at his crotch? "Uh, Colin" I stumbled as I shook his hand. "Why don't you come and cool down in mine? Your side of the building catches all the sun." He offered. I stood up and had already agreed before I realised, what the hell was I doing? Had I really just wandered into this guy's flat? I didn't know who the hell he was. But apparently my brain wasn't consulted. I'd recently admitted to myself I was bi, but had never been with a guy before, but I knew i liked older guys and the idea of being submissive. He led the way into the living room. I sat on the couch he gestured towards, but he stayed standing above me. His bulge was about 12" from my face, I struggled to keep eye contact. "So, you single?" he asked. He still had that knowing grin on his face. "Because if your not you should probably try harder not to stare." I stammered for a bit, but he just laughed. "Don't worry, I'm flattered, a young guy like you checking me out. You'd think you'd never seen a cock before." He swayed his hips a little and I could see a slowly hardening outline of a cock shift hypnotically. "Well, actually....apart from my own...and porn.." I said without thinking as my eyes followed the motion. I can't believe I just said that to a guy I met two minutes ago. His grin widened a notch."Wow, a virgin! Never even seen a real cock?" My cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but my cock hardened. "Well, do you want to see mine?" "Uh, I mean that seems a little, eh...." I stammered. "A little look won't hurt. No harm in a quick peek." I nodded my head, that was true, wasn't it? I was curious, was it as big as it seemed under those shorts? He hooked a thumb at the elasticated waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. A thick 9" cock sprang out of the shorts. It was almost hard, still a little droopy but already it seemed massive, compared to what I had. It had some thick veins up the shaft, and a a tattoo of a plus sign on the just above the base in his well trimmed pubes. He swayed his hips and my gaze followed it intently. "Wanna touch it?" he asked. I reached up towards it slowly, I gently wrapped my hand around the shaft. My hand barely fit around it! "What does the tattoo mean?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the voice in my head telling me to stop. "Oh, it means I'm HIV positive." he stated very matter of fact, still with a grin on his face. I froze as I heard it, my eyes broke from the hardening cock and I looked up at him as I released my grip in shock. He laughed. "Don't worry, you'd have to do a lot more than that to worry about catching anything." "I mean yeah I know that, sure, but, uh...still..." "Tell you what, I'll flip a coin. You win, I just stroke myself to show you how big it can get. You lose, you stroke it for me. Still no risk there, is there?" Somehow that made it easier. I nodded dumbly. As he reached over to a table to grab a coin his cock came almost brushing my face. He flipped it and caught it, covering it with his other hand. He smiled and nodded at me. "Uh, heads..." I managed eventually. Either way should be fine, right? He lifted his hand to reveal the coin. Tails. I wasn't sure if I was more relieved or apprehensive as I shrugged and took hold of his cock again. After a few seconds of stroking his cock was rock hard. I stared as a drop of precum started to glisten at the tip. "You want to see something else?" he asked. To be continued

Club Philly has changed their Cumunion parties back to two Saturdays a month from one Friday a month. I track the place with Sniffies and they always seem to be much busier than the ESC in NY. Timing is everything at these places. The only time the desk is frustrating in Philly in my experience is when they run out if rooms and you must take a locker and wait. Go early on Cumunion dates and watch your step on the stairs.

I’ll be in st leonards / Hastings this Friday. Anyone playing?

I would like to felch a guy who has just been fucked and loaded. And share that cum with the bottom. I am a regular top when it comes to fucking but can be an eager bottom on oral. So I labelled myself as "versatop" for that reason.

I don't need to spread lies when it's right on the Government run Home Page for Covid-19. Covid.gov. By any chance have you heard of Stockholm Syndrome. Because by now, you're not only in denial about Faucci, you condone what he's done.

so good to give in to your inner pig

PIck up some aloe vera at the store, or in your yard if you live in an aloe friendly climate. The gel inside is a really good lube.

My argument isn't about Kennedy. It's about Faucci's role in Covid-19.

I hope this is in the correct area. If not, please put it where it belongs. How many of you have used food items as lube? I was thinking of butter, mayo or whatever. I was talking to a guy who said he’d like to slather my crack with garlic butter and eat me for hours. Sounds hot to me. Would garlic butter cause any trouble as lube? Would it be good for the hole and dick? I can imagine atm would really be fun. The mixture of clean ass, cum and the food item would be a great experience. What things have all of you used? Although being messy, it would be fun to try some edible food lube. Thanks in advance.

Well that's something we can agree on. Referring to Gates.

Religion is going away like the dinosaurs. The pope can suck it.

What a brilliant opening couple of chapters!

Three The man I was going to call my Master had been smoking on his bowl of burning pipe tobacco for the whole of my little strip show but he now put it down. I thought that his breath had sped up and his eyes looked a little wilder, but it was probably a trick of the light. I mean, it was fairly dark in here even with the dim red lighting. “Pig, are the doors locked?” “Yes, Master” “Is my new property ready for me to inspect?” “Yes, Master” He took stood up and took a step towards me and I could feel a wave of masculine testosterone that just seemed to emanate from him, pushing out into the room and washing over me. “Kneel” I sank to my knees, not really knowing why, and looked down at the floor, like Pig was. I felt a leather collar encircle my neck, and Master locked it at the back. I now looked exactly like Tommy. “You are to be called Slave Bitch. You will forget any other name you used to have in the presence of me or my other slaves” I was so scared now I was shaking and I was thinking that this was too much, that I needed to head to the door and go. Tommy raised up his hand to put around me, but I shied away. So much was happening, and I wanted it badly in so many ways, but it terrified me in so many others. “You will take this now bitch. Suck when you are told. Exhale when you are told” Master put the glass pipe to my lips. I didn’t smoke tobacco so wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I glanced at Tommy and he clearly nodded – he wasn’t supposed to I think, but it was a nice gesture of encouragement from my friend – and I gained some fortification from that. Master lit the torch and soon a swirl of weird white cloud was threatening to escape the top of the pipe. “Suck” I sucked as hard as I could, but Master told me to slow down. A gentle suck was preferred and so I did this instead. It felt like an age, but eventually we stopped when my lungs were about to burst. “Exhale” I blew out a very thick cloud of white smoke. “I can see from your face that you are wondering what this is. You are to do what you just did nine more times, and I will tell you” With the promise of an answer and there being no gross taste, I sucked and exhaled as Master had told me nine more times. I was definitely feeling the effects of this by the time I had done my tenth puff, so Master said: “That was crystal meth boy. Before you completely freak out – tell me how you feel. Be extremely explicit” Meth?!? The street drug?? What the actual fuck. “Robin, explain to him” Master lashed out at Pig, his boots kicking straight into his balls. “Aaaargh” “You know the rules better than that. Pig, stop helping. Bitch, speak” “I feel nervous that I’ve used a drug Sir. But….” I thought a minute “…I want to be used Sir. I want a man’s dick in me, not the equally clueless uni students with me, but a man who knows how to…” the big admission. I breathed deep “…how to use me like the worthless little bottom bitch I am. Who wants to feed me his cock and feed me his piss, and make me take dick after dick like I’ve seen in the porn and treat me like a complete cunt and…” I think a dam had been broken, as once I’d make these admissions, I couldn’t stop talking. Master sat back on his massive throne and spread his legs. His cock was enticingly just behind that thin wall of fabric but fuck, his boots were shining at the ends of his legs and the whole of him looked like the most masculine thing I’d ever seen. Fuck I wanted to bury my tongue in them. “Pig, you may hit the pipe. Do ten, like Bitch” Pig didn’t need asking twice and in a matter of minutes, eight of the ten puffs were done. I just didn’t seem to be able to sit still for some reason and so I was fidgeting hard now and playing with my nipples. These are hard wired to my cock and I was trying to get hard, but it wasn’t working! Then I remembered, only Master’s cock mattered and I was so happy that I was worthless! “Pig, shotgun the remaining two” What? He was going to shoot someone?? I looked around in confusion. Before I knew what was happening, my friend from school, the guy I’d know half my life slammed his lips onto mine and blew a cloud of smoke into me. I wasn’t expecting it, so I coughed it out. I saw him drag again – this must be the shotgun! I opened my lips ready to receive more of this pleasurable fantasy smoke and I saw him coming towards me. He grabbed the back of my head, looked directly into my eyes and blew the smoke. I exhaled the smoke through my nose, but I didn’t let Pig go. We were now both rushing and high as we locked our tongues in passion. Pig’s dick didn’t seem to struggle with the meth as much as mine was and he was running his hands over my tits which just felt electric, and I was feeling his body all over with my hands. I wanted to explore my friend’s body and so I grasped his ass with my hands and tried clumsily to get him to push his whole body onto mine and to make him stuff his dick in me – it was clearly hard now in the confines of his jock. Tommy – sorry, Pig – pushed me down onto my back by my neck and said, “you want this, don’t you bitch”. Not sure if he was referring to the life I’d just chosen to experiment with, to more of the drug, or to his cock up my ass I paused – then realised I really, really wanted all three of them. I heard the torch go, and Master was smoking more clouds again watching his two 21-year-old slaves fondle, grope and begin to process of rushing and fucking. Tommy stood up, his big thick legs towering above me. I started to stand as well, but Tommy booted me onto my back and, whilst playing with his tits squatted over my face. I was a little unsure about what I should do but I could smell the musk of his ass in my nostrils and before I could say anything or do anything, Tommy punched me in the balls. This caused me to exclaim out loud in pain – “Oooof” – which caused me to open my mouth and Tommy just planted his ass on my tongue. I was curious about what to do but Tommy – sorry Pig, I will get used to calling my friend that – told me: “Stick your tongue in me” I was feeling no pain at this point, so I went with what my lusting body was screaming at me to do. I began to eat at his ass, sticking my tongue as deep and thoroughly as I could. Pig was grunting happily to this which I took to mean I was doing it well and he was bouncing up and down on my tongue and pinching at his tits whilst he did it. “He any good Pig?” “Yes Master. He’s naturally very talented and has a really long tongue. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now” I felt something of a glow of pride. “Is he high enough?” “There’s a ‘high enough’ Sir?” Master let out a deep rumbling laugh at that and said: “Probably not for you, fucking addict. Both of you, come here and clean my boots. If the shine if good, I’ll give you some more” Pig leapt off my face and stuck his tongue on the left boot and I did the same for the right boot, tongues on boots, asses in the air. Above us on the throne sat our Master, pipe in hand blowing clouds of smoke at out heads. Pig was trying to breathe them in, but they diffused away just before they could get to him. Master thought this was hilarious clearly as he kept doing it. I was so horny at this point that I was trying to lick through the leather and out the other side, but Master kept moving his boots and kicking me in the face, just lightly enough to sting, but not enough to bruise. I was being treated like a fucking useless, worthless cunt and I fucking loved it! After a little while, he said “Stop. Let’s see if you deserve more” We stopped in place, and Master pulled up his legs and put a boot onto my back, and one onto Pig’s. He sat back and examined his boots, using us as footstools. He said he was happy with the shine and therefore it was time to move to the next level.

Here's a better link. I hope I don't get a strike for posting this on this forum...a lightning strike. [think before following links] https://press.vatican.va/content/salastampa/it/bollettino/pubblico/2025/05/08/0299/00524.html

Yes 💪 Good story. Like it and thanks for sharing.

He is the second American pope as Pope Francis his predecessor was also from a country on the American continent- Argentina, and not from Europe. He is the first pope from the United States, though. and those laws govern the quality of life of LGBTQ people. Laws and social diktats do matter as gay people are affected by it. He and the Catholic Church have trouble accepting ALL parts of a person. They want you as a gay person to show up at the doors of the church but not with the gay or trans part of your self. However, It is not a welcome if you don't accept someone for who they are. Where the Catholic Church goes wrong is it doesn't seem to understand that it is promoting hatred against gay and trans people when it doesn't accept their homosexuality or transsexuality.

Yes 💪 please do 💦

i have had a home for sale near gainesville for 8 months n now no canadians coming down fl is a place to stay away from