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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 💦

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What a surprise party to arrive negative and take lots of poz loads. Just wished that was me.

Very hot! I think quite a few of us have been there - saying "Please don't! Please don't!" and really meaning "Please do! Please do!"

not my story I enhanced it, cleaned it up and made it better this is one off story. I doubt there will be a series. I was 21 and didn’t feel like wearing underwear. Half my clothes were in the wash anyway, and sometimes I just didn’t bother. They were just sweatpants, no lining, no support. You could pretty much see the shape of my dick when I moved. I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t out to impress anyone anyway. The laundromat was dead quiet. The machines were humming, the air was warm, smelling of heat and cheap detergent. I was folding a pile of towels when he walked in. No bag. No soap. Just a hoodie, black sweats, and this way of looking at me like he already knew what kind of night it was gonna be. He sat for a bit. His tall lanky frame unfolded in the chair. He was well over 6 foot tall and dark complected with just a hint of dark curl of a bro fro. He didn’t say anything, but I felt it. The stare. I kept folding, pretending not to notice. Then I saw the movement. His hand slowly slid under his waistband. He wasn’t hiding it. I froze. Towel halfway folded. He stood up and came over and slid right up behind me. “Keep folding,” he said, quiet but solid. I turned back to the table, heart pounding, dick getting hard in my pants. I bent forward a little to grab another shirt. That’s when he grabbed the waistband from behind. But only in the back. He pulled the fabric down just enough to expose my ass. The front stayed up. I was hard and leaking, pressed against the inside of my pants, but he didn’t touch that. He let his hand settle for a second on the back of my neck. Just rested it there. Didn’t push. Didn’t grip. But it said enough. I didn’t move. Then I heard him spit in his hand. The sound of wet skin followed fast. A second later, I felt the fat, hot head of his black cock nudge against my hole. No small talk. He pushed in. I grabbed the edge of the table and held my breath. He was thick, warm,and relentless. He filled me with one slow, steady thrust until his hips were pressed tight against my ass. He took what he wanted and gave me what I needed. Then he started to fuck me. Rhythmic. Deep. His hips slapped against me, balls heavy, breath heating the back of my neck. He never touched my cock. He just used me. Every thrust rocked me forward, rubbed me harder against the inside of my pants. My dick was trapped, sensitive, throbbing. Precum had already made the fabric damp. He panted. Fucked me harder. Still had that hand resting on my neck like I was his to use. “You gonna cum in your pants like this?” he asked. “I am going to knock you up!” he breathed! “Fill you with my poz babies.” I couldn’t answer. My body was way ahead of me, making it's own decisions. I pushed back to meet his thrust. It hit fast. I tensed, moaned through my teeth, and came hard into my sweatpants. Hot, sticky pulses soaked the front. As I shot my last negative load. I felt it spread over my skin, wet and warm, pressed tight between cock and cotton. He kept going. Grunting, thrusting deeper, fucking me harder. Then I felt him throb. And he came inside me. Thick spurts of his tainted seed. I felt every last pulse of his dark cock The way he stayed buried, the pressure, the warmth leaking out the second he pulled back. He let go of my neck. Tugged my sweatpants back up like nothing happened. My ass was slick, my hole sore, my front soaked with cum. It clung to me, heavy and warm. He looked at me once, calm as ever. “Laundry’s not so clean anymore.” Then he walked out. I stood there. Legs shaky. Cum dripping between my cheeks, balls sticky, pants a mess. My life changed forever Then I folded the next towel.

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I believe there is a monthly black out party not too far away from me.

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