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Damn wish I was in Denver tonight!

@tallslenderguy, you stated yesterday: “Is it class warfare to tax the person making $48k 12% but the person making $49k 22%? At what point does it become class warfare? While i do not believe there is a perfect answer, a straight percentage paid by all seems more equal. Maybe one step considering a ‘living wage?’” You and @Pozzible got thru progressive tax. But it’s very interesting you state that, flat tax (i.e., “straight percentage”). That’s very Republican of you! I don’t mind a progressive tax system with deductions. You said, “There are problems that cannot be fixed by us as individuals, collectively or by experts. Goes back to (i think need for) things like "grace," …“ Yes, and I added ”leadership” to that. Real leaders don’t offer simple solutions…which was my contention when discussing income inequality/disparity. On the Left, many gloss over the cause of that and go to “tax the rich” as a simple solution to their political outlook. That’s not leadership. It’s being a demagogue. But, sorry to repeat myself, we should be the first step in fixing a problem we create. Sometimes, we don’t need to go to the doctor, so to speak. You said, “i think that there was a time when "conservative" meant "dislike [of] all tax, in general." Both sides of our political parties approve of taxes because both want to spend, the distinctions are where the money is spent and who pays for it. But, at least in current times, the "conservative" assertion of being anti tax is disingenuous at best.“ Well, I’m not the defender of conservatives. But small-c conservatives generally want low taxes believing people can make the choices for themselves Ultimately, what broke the power of the nobility and Monarchy across Western societies, first by personal finance and then by thought -- the market. At a not –so-distant time, the ‘lord of the manor’ would have disciplined you and I for this very convo in his fiefdom. This being a market of thought where time spent is the currency. We would have been branded "trouble-makers." You said, “To me, the bigger consideration is social. At what point does one reach the stage of "no financial worries." …To me, a question would be, what constitutes "extreme," and some would argue that even asking the question is unfair…” I fight against these ideas somewhat vehemently, with words like fair/unfair, and others. I do not believe in moralizing wealth or lack of same. No one deserves either. I despise demagogue politicians who use these notions for popular support, populism. I challenge those who think this way to reposition the question to a global perspective. How would you feel if you personally had to pay $5k/yr into some sort of global wealth tax since the US is so wealthy. Sub-Saharan Africa, for instance, is well over 1billion people with a median income ~$10k/yr. In a (fictitious) Global Congress, they could join with others - through populist popular vote -- to make that happen. From their perspective, does any American deserve $80k/yr or even $40k/yr. Probably not. From their perspective, are they right? Probably. That’s not to say those with more shouldn’t pay more. But I don’t accept the idea where we “take from these people” to “give to these people.” And that’s why I jumped to “cause of the problem” and not purely “problem identification” in the context of income disparity. You posed the Q: “What are the social questions/ramifications in a social system that relies on taxation? I’d suggest this needs to be broadened before it can be answered. The concept has been around since the advent of democracy: What are our individual responsibilities to our society and what should government do to support and enforce? Government support and enforcement costs money. You posed the Q: “Whose standard of living is most impacted by taxes? This needs context. The wealthiest pay the most in absolute value per household but need government the least. The poorest pay the least to government per household but need the most from it. That plots out to some kind of “X” with an intersection that changes over time, balance – changing for better or for worse. but there’s no right answer. You posed the Qs: "Do social systems that rely on taxation benefit all equally? What constitutes benefit? “ All rely on taxation. Benefit is referential – national defense: everyone indirectly, a food program: the poorest of us directly, etc. None of these issues, though, have an absolute answer. So, is there a direction you’re going? For instance, should the government have programs dedicated to one group of people? If so, how can that be used for tyranny? Here’s are questions for you: How does a government remain solvent? Isn’t volume of taxation driven by the activities of the government, what it takes on? Regardless of needs, how do you manage capability?

Part 3 It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying on my couch swiping through the apps again. It is the first day I won’t be meeting Doctor John as he is out of town this afternoon. We have been fucking for five days straight now, but it is still too early to know if the gift has been received properly. My new profile picture has changed the types of men, who contact me completely. Some regulars have blocked me and others I considered out of my reach are applauding my new bug chasing lifestyle. Also, a lot of blank profiles have been messaging me, sending me photos of their biohazard tattoos and encouraging me to get one, when I have earned it. One message is puzzling me; it shows another headless torso with a colourful biohazard tattoo on the man’s chest. But that’s not the tattoo catching my eye, it is the tattoo of a feather on the man’s left wrist. I know this tattoo; I definitely have seen it before but just cannot figure out to whom it belongs to. I decided to write to him and ask directly if I knew him. ‘Hi PozLoader, how are you? Your tattoos are great. But I must ask, do you know me? I seem to recognise your feather tattoo.’ The headless torso profile is typing. ‘Yes, you know me and I know you, Mike. I also know that the cock your sucking in the picture is the one of Doctor John… my gift giver.’ I read those last three words again ‘my gift giver’, so Doctor John has converted others before me. Of course he has, he never questioned my desire for his poz loads, a desire he apparently has seen in men’s eyes before me. My cock is standing for attention and is almost bursting through my boxers. I need to know more. A new message arrives from PozLoader with a single picture in it. It shows Doctor John fucking him in the same chair, he fucked me three days earlier and as I see the blissful face recognition kicks in. ‘Oh wow, now I remember you, you are his nurse. What was your name Patrick, right?’ ‘Well, I didn’t think you would ever remember as you could look me barely in the eyes, when I tested your cock and ass. But I guess now, you will look at me differently.’ As I was writing my response a message from Doctor John aka HazardlyGifted arrives. Without finishing my answer to Patrick, I open the message and see the short demand ‘Tonight, 9 pm, my office’. My cock is twitching in excitement as my evening suddenly became interesting. I went back to the chat with Patrick, but he has gone offline and my answer feels unnecessary, so I closed the app. Stroking my cock and dreaming of yet another fuck with Doctor John, I wank my self into an afternoon nap. I’m standing in front of Doctor John’s office; there is no light anywhere. I pull the door open and enter the empty reception. Slowly, I make my way through the waiting room to the different consultation rooms. But all of them are either locked or empty. As I wonder if I’m alone a voice calls out for me, but it’s not Doctor John. ‘Mike we are back here’ I follow the voice but have never been in this part of the building as a sign ‘Staff only’ prohibits to enter. I push through that door and see light in one of the rooms at the end of a corridor. I head towards it and wonder what will await me behind it and who has called me. As I walked down the corridor, I realised that the voice was talking about ‘we’, which could only mean I would not be meeting Doctor John alone. I reach the lighted office, open the door and enter slowly. In the room are Doctor John, Patrick and a man I don’t know. All of them naked, all of them wearing a metal cock ring and all of them proudly carrying a biohazard tattoo on their skin. All of them gazing at me with predatory lust. ‘Mike come in and close the door’ Doctor John demands in his usual rough voice. ‘Today, we will have a little help to make sure you receive the gift you grave.’ Doctor John introduces me to the unknown man, whose name is Liam. Apparently, Liam is another doctor, who was also the original gift giver of Doctor John. Despite my apparent arousal I connect the dots and understand, that Doctor John, Patrick and Liam are not only all poz, but also that they share the same origin. Before me is a brotherhood of poz men, who are willing to invite me in. I understand the importance of this meeting, so I take my time to take it all in. Despite Doctor John’s ripped body taking centre stage, Patrick and Liam are impressive men on their own. Patrick has the body of a swimmer, I guess he is not much older than me, perhaps even a bit younger, there is no hair on his body, and I can only imagine how muscular his ass is. Liam on the other hand is older than the rest of us, probably in his early 50s. But he looks hot, the silver daddy fantasy becomes a reality with this man. His piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper body hair remind me of a husky ready to attack, but I’m not sure I can handle his weapon. Liam’s cock is even bigger than Doctor John’s and not only in length, but girth as well. His biohazard tattoo is right there, on this magnificent cock, which is crowned with a Prince Albert piercing. I swallow hard. ‘Come’ Liam breaks the silence ‘have a seat’ For the first time I take in the room and a large couch is behind the three naked men. As I want to step forward, Doctor John shakes his head and I understand. I take my clothes off and with a precum dripping hard on I walk over to the couch, feeling Liam's hand on my lower back to guide me. I sit between Liam and Patrick, with Liam's hand firmly on my thigh. ‘So, tell me Mike are you really willing to take our toxic poz cum?’ Liam asks with a smile ‘Yes, I am. I want your poz loads deep inside me’ I keep my eyes on Liam, while my hand is slowly wandering to Patrick’s cock. ‘Good’ Liam answers as he pats my face. His hand wanders to my neck and with a determined grip he guides my head to his impressive cock. As I take his pierced cock into my mouth, I shift my body, so that I kneel before Liam, but my ass is presented and ready for Patrick. Liam starts to push my head down more forcefully, while Patrick has started to rim my ass. The sensation of having those two beautiful poz men frame me is exhilarating and my precum is already leaking onto the couch. Liam grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, the domination unquestionable. He looks at me in the eyes and kisses me with force. After he stops the kiss, his gaze wanders to Patrick giving him permission to open me up. Patrick’s cock is positioned at my wet hole, but he has not pushed himself inside me yet. I feel the warm of his poz cock and some precum against my hole and push my ass back to signal my eagerness for him to finally fill me up. He repositions himself slightly, takes some of my leaked precum of the couch and lubes his cock with it. With a slow thrust the head of his poz cock is entering me easily. I moan loudly as Liam leaves his place, Doctor John takes it instead and positions himself in front of me. Within seconds Doctor John’s cock is fucking my mouth forcefully and I have difficulties to take it all in. Patrick increases his rhythm and thrusts deeper inside, his cock stretching my hole slowly. My mind wanders to the image of two poz men fucking me simultaneously, this mental image drives me over the edge, and I shoot my first load onto the couch. But Patrick and Doctor John don’t even react, they just keep spit roasting me until Patrick shoots his toxic load inside me. ‘This is you first poz cum tonight, Mike.’ Patrick says, ‘It won’t be your last’ Patrick’s cock slides out of my hole and Doctor John is already changing places with Patrick so that he can add his poz load to today's collection. But he decides to switch positions all together and pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs with his body and thrusting his cock inside me missionary style. My body reacts to Doctor John’s cock immediately, the familiarity establishing another kind of sex. As he pushes deeper inside me and I grab his ass to pull him closer, the silver ring of Liam’s cock comes into my vision. I open my mouth and the metal hits my tongue a second time, but this time my throat is prepared, with a slight tilt of my head to the left Liam manages to push almost half of his cock into my mouth, apparently I still have a long way to go, before I will be able to take it completely. I feel Liam’s toxic precum hitting my throat and lick every little drop with insatiable hunger. In the meantime, Doctor John has thrust himself close to shooting his poz load inside me. ‘Mike, this load is just for you. Remember to keep every drop, don’t lose my gift’ Doctor John shoots his toxic load explosively and it takes him almost 30 seconds until his last drop enters my hole. ‘Well, now that you are prepared it’s time for the big finish’ I hear the voice of Liam close to my ear ‘Let’s hope you will be a member of our toxic brotherhood after that’ Liam takes my hand and guides me to a standing position. He takes a seat in the middle of the couch and signals to me to take a seat on top of him. His intimidating cock already waiting to be enveloped. I stand above Liam and slowly lower myself down onto his lap and cock. The moment his Prince Albert piercing hits my hole I know, this will be different. ‘Are you ready to take the original poz load, the one that converted your gift giver?’ ‘Oh, yeah, please let me have your toxic cum. I want it deep inside me’ ‘Your wish is my command’ Liam grabs my hips to steady me and guide me to his cock. But when the piercing passes through my first ring he tightens his grip and pushes me onto him hard. I moan in a mixture of ecstasy, pain and surprise. I lose all control and come again, this time on the chest of Liam. This cock is another ball game, Doctor John is big, but this one is massive. I feel how my body tries to accommodate the new poz guest and after a few breaths my hole stretches enough that the thrusting becomes pleasurable. I start to ride Liam and with increased rhythm I notice that his cock is starting to pulsate. I know this already from Doctor John’s cock, the sure sign of an oncoming climax. Liam grabs my hips hard, while I ride his poz pierced cock and with a loud moan he shoots his poz load deep inside me. ‘Take every toxic drop. Mike, take the gift’ Liam collapses, but his cock remains inside me. I kiss him instinctively and he pulls me towards him. Suddenly, I feel Doctor John and Patrick sitting next to us, framing Liam and me. ‘Well, now I have taken several toxic loads from Doctor John and one from each of you. I guess it is time, I started looking for a tattoo artist’ We laugh, as we are sitting there, four naked, sex-crazed men, two with biohazard tattoos on full display, one with his buried deep and me, being hopefully at the beginning of my poz journey.

tight makes right 😉

From 4pm in easy access motel in SOMA. Join my Sniffies group. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://sniffies.com/group/69138e872f3b17d95a8e9cb0

My profile photo is about 8 years old now but taken by a guy I flew to Colorado to service. This was right before he gave me my first load that I swallowed. The 2nd load was about 15 minutes later. He came all over my face and wiped it in with him cock. He told me not to wipe it off, so I returned to my hotel, walked through the lobby with dried cum on my face and left it on all night. I jacked off twice tasting and smelling his cum.

I apologize if I came across harsh. Yes you are right that I came to sexual age way after the 80s AIDS era. I am noone to even opine about what people went through. I should have been a lot more clear when I wrote about condoms and brainwashing. This is in reference to the recent times that when we have excellent ART and even better prevention medications many men especially in "over apologetic" Canada still insist on condoms making me wonder about the brainwashing. The fact is that bareback men are shamed constantly by the same people who bareback themselves but still take holier than thou attitude. Once again I didn't want to trigger anyone's bad memories from those days. We survived as a community and we should still stick together as a community.

Of all the stories on here, this is my favourite. Keep coming back to this every so often as it just gets me so hard and reinforces my resolve it getting pozzed. It is shame that the author is no longer with us but this and the other stories he has on here are amazing. Just wanted to take the opportunity to bump this up to the front page as I want more people to experience this story the way I have ❤️ ☣️

I'm feeling a little tight here

No it wouldn't, especially with the new generations. They don't have the sense of community that we did, or the generations before us. We played outside until the street lights came on, they didn't do that.

I'm want to visit Germany again in December (most likely Cologne). I was last month in Essen to visit the two bath houses there, but I didn't know how to find hookups. In The Netherlands there's a well known gay chat website that is used and I wondered how German men find hookups.

Obviously we'll all know once we know... But he doesn't appear nor sound well. And some days it seems as if squirrels have more attention span. 🙂

Or failing condoms, some of us perfected our cock sucking and deep throat skills. God that was a crappy time. And yet... I lived in Chicago then and the community pulled together. Would that happen again in our phone ap world?

I'm a sub bottom pig looking for men in Ottawa who would be into sneaking in quietly and pumping me full of cum in the middle of the night. The nastier the better, I need loads so bad.

The last guy I sucked was the best. I’ve never been much of a fan. I think mostly that I felt I was no good at cocksucking. But a couple of months ago, I had a friend give me a bit of training. The next night I went to Club Dallas and sucked a guy in the darkroom. He came reasonably quickly and I kept sucking. A couple of minutes later he came again. So, pretty hot. I’m going to get more coaching though.