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Just the to ten… == Results from bdsmtest.org: == 96% Experimentalist 93% Switch 85% Non-monogamist 76% Dominant 72% Degradee 72% Ageplayer 59% Little 58% Submissive 56% Degrader 55% Primal (Prey)

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There's a saying that goes that 'if the government says it's healthy, it's a good idea to do the opposite'. For instance, everyone by now knows the 'Food Pyramid' that recommends high amounts of carbs and low amounts of healthy fats (or unhealthy ones). This article from Australia tells some of the story behind its origins, and the story of the flawed science presented by Ansel Keys. [think before following links] https://wearechief.com/en-us/blogs/articles/the-corrupt-history-of-the-food-pyramid?srsltid=AfmBOoqPBBNPr4jv9Oe1MK1Ri8Zcn-4tZrXhPOUuAHRqGsezVVD56tgj I'll do everyone a solid and give you the TLDR punchline: As the diet guidelines took hold (eat more carbs), obesity and type II diabetes showed a marked increase in first world populations who were now chowing down on Ultra Refined/Processed Foods. And more recent science that hasn't necessarily pushed a political agenda has shown that fats are actually healthy. That's aligned also to the later prevalence of diets like Atkins, South Beach, and Keto as blood chemistry diets that resulted in weight loss as well as improved blood chemistry that lowered glucose and A1C. Nope. We're clearly still making them. Some people are trying to correct them, but you can also bet that the food and beverage lobbies will pressure lawmakers to deep-six this bill in the Texas Legislature: [think before following links] https://www.fox26houston.com/news/texas-food-warning-labels-sb25

Okay another question. Have we stopped learning such that all mistakes are in the past?

You rock! Thanks for making your thought process clear @PozBearWI

15 - You cant escape perfection Dan looked back, to see Pete a way back double over and wheezing … again. He stopped and sighed, they had only set off on the Jog 10 minutes ago and had stopped like four times already he rolled his eyes and jogged back. knowing in his heart this was going to be a wasted evening, he would have never even agreed to help out the larger man if he hadn’t of been Max’s dad … but he was and he couldn’t say no to his best friend when he begged him to help get his dad into shape. He stood running on the spot looking down at the older man with some concern at his breathing plus the sheer amount of sweat after only ten minutes of light exercise “You alright Mr Wickford? … this is the fourth time you have stopped in like ten minutes, you want to call it a night there?” Dan stopped running on the spot and went to help the guy up only to have his hand swatted away, Pete wheezing out. “Get off ... I just… I just ... need to … take a leak is all” as he stumbled off into the under growth next to the path, disappearing into the darkness of the small woodland that surrounded the park. Dan shrugged watching him leave before walking over to a bench nearby using it to get some calisthenics in, maybe he could even work up a small sweat before the older guy got back not wanting to waste the whole evening. It was halfway through one of his sets a few minutes later that the loud moans breeched the dark treeline. The blond athlete leapt to his feet in panic imagining his friend’s dad having a heart attack after exerting himself too much, he pulled his phone out and immediately started to dial 911 as he moved into the trees, a little way in his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he started to noticed a strange pulsing green light he moved towards it shouting as the phone in his hand dialled out in his ear. “Mr Wickford!? …. Pete are you their bro!? … look if you can hear me shou …. Oh, holy fuck!” his blood ran cold as he pushed though the foliage homing in on the moans and odd green light pulsing faster now, only to see Pete, on the ground naked, writhing and moaning in what seemed absolute bliss with what looked like two massive grey men kneeling over him. Every inch of their slate grey skin covered in a strange spiderweb of black veins which pulsed with that eerie toxic green light. One seemed to be licking the older man’s sweat soaked pits and chest with his long inhuman tongue while the other was latched onto his dick sucking obscenely as the steel hard appendage. It was almost impossible for Dan’s eyes not to be drawn to massive hard cocks that throbbed between both the creature’s legs, thicker than his wrist and somehow longer than his arm dribbling what seemed to be a strange oil form the tips. All this he noticed in mere seconds of stumbling on the scene, but his obvious and loud entrance to the bizarre threesome had already got attention. The creature sucking Pete’s dick stopped lifting its head slowly and turning to look right in the blond athletes’ eyes, like a predator all smooth movements no wasted energy, Dan saw no humanity in those pure black orbs just an insatiable hunger... and somehow knew he was prey, he turned and ran phone still gripped in his fist still dialling out. The foliage whipped past him stinging his bare arms and legs as he ran though the thicket towards the well-lit park proper and his possible salvation. A strange guttural howl came from behind along with the sounds pursuit made his heartbeat faster, he burst from the treeline legs pumping, heart pounding as he raced from the path across the grass towards the car park. He faintly heard a tinny voice as he ran and realised the phone in his had must of connected his heart soured as he pressed the phone to his ear hearing a human voice. The voice sounded male and had that professional tone used by the emergency services “hello 911 what’s your em…” Dan cut the guy off his voice a horse rasp as he gasped for air not stopping not looking back. “You have to help me!, something guys got my friend, and one is after me now, they’ve got grey skin and black veins” The thud, thud, thud of fast approaching feet, made Dan panic fueld by pure terror he pushed himself harder, lungs and leg muscles burning with the effort but knowing it was not enough, he sobbed the next words into the phone “fuck its almost on me” the Dispatcher’s concerned voice was hard to hear over his terror and pounding heart “sir where are you” Dan's words were cut off as he felt something slam into his legs sending him sprawling on to his stomach, he hit the grass hard grip losing on the phone sending it bouncing into the grass 10 feet ahead of him. He dared not look back as he tried to crawl towards it but a hand as strong and as immovable as marble clamped over his ankle. He screamed in fear and frustration kicking backwards as he desperately reaching for the glowing rectangle ahead of him. Only for his second ankle to be grabbed, he was yanked backwards and flipped onto his back sending pain crashing though him as his back and head slammed into the earth. he looked up at the grey man kneeling over him in a daze world spinning slightly, its black veins pulsing that strange light, arms and legs a little too long, corded muscles to well defined to be human … not to mention that massive dick now resting on his chest leaking its foul black liquid onto his running shirt. Dan tried to struggle against the thing holding him, but his legs were pinned under its weight, he tried to lash out with his fists, but he was too slow from the impact daze and the creature was too quick. It knocked his hands aside and its long fingers wrapped around his throat, Dan grabbed the things wrist with both hands and tried to pry the hand from his neck legs kicking frantically to get any purchase, but it was no good. He opened his mouth to try shouting for help, only to have the creature spit a spray of saliva at his face most of it hit the back of his throat, he gaged in disgust but the creature following up with a firm stinging slap across his cheek. Dan swallowed out of shock, the second he did a strange heat flowed through his body making his mind feel fuzzy he stopped struggling against the creature’s grip. Dan watched passively his sweat soaked T- shirt was ripped away, one handed by the creature the other still holding his neck stopping him from moving, exposing his smooth chest and abs to the cool night air. It immediately took advantage of the situation lifting the blond man’s arm and buying its face in his arm pit licking and snuffling trying to get every drop of testosterone laden musk as if it were finest wine, it growled in satisfaction as Dan moaned at sensations his virgin body had never felt before. It’s tongue quickly moved across his body leaving a tingling trails of saliva that chilled quickly in the night air stopping only briefly at his nipples to lick and nip before carrying on to the next musky pit elating more soft moans of pleasure from Dan as he squirmed under the attention, as his armpit was worshipped by the grey man holding him he felt his now tenting running shorts ripped away in one smooth motion. The creature looked down his body at his exposed jock strap straining to hold in nine inches steel hard cock and let out a strange purr of pleasure. Dan felt the hand around his neck release its grip, he gasped for air only to look down at see the creature grab both his thighs and push them to his chest, he didn’t resist couldn’t think of why he should, even though the logical part of his brain was screaming for him to run to fight anything trapped in that cotton cady fog clouding his mind. Even as the creature’s hot breath caressed his delicate exposed virgin hole, he just smiled up at the toxic monster unaware of what it was about to do to him. Dan felt fireworks as the things tongue ran over and around his sensitive hole, it worked its tongue in first before a long finger joined it pushing in slowly opening him up to pleasure he had never even imagined, seemingly enjoying the Virgins cries and moans of pleasure, it worked two fingers soon it they were sliding in with ease as they hit his prostate Dan exploded hands free from the pleasure cum soaking his jock as he writhed in the creatures grip. the creatures hand dipped from view, and it came back covered in black dripping corrupted cum which it smeared and worked into his open ass ensuring every surface was coated its nails scraping the soft delicate flesh. As soon as it was inside him Dan felt the Toxic corruption start its dark work, the foggy feeling though his body starting to feel like a raging inferno burning a parts of him away. As his mind struggled to understand what was happing to it, he felt himself lowered and something massive push against his hole, the creature’s immense cock was pushing between his legs with a slow inevitability leaking its corruption into him as it forced it way ever forward. his mind only had a moment to register what was happening as the fog cleared under the intense pain, he tried to reach for the phone again still hearing the tinny voice buzz something inaudible as his once virgin hole gave way, he screamed as the creature slammed into him bottoming out in one savage thrust his already converting body putting up little resistance against the invasion. Dan … or what was left of his mind couldn’t understand what was happening more and more of him slipped away with each trust of the toxic weapon inside of him. Dreams, desires, beliefs all washed away in a storm of burning green toxic pleasure, the pain had faded to a dull ache hard to feel under the intense pleasure of the fuck, soon even his name and sense of self were fading all that echoed in his mind was. “Fuck, I can’t believe I missed out on more of this” he shot another load of pure white cum before everything went black, Dan slipping away to make room for a new creation --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alverez shot his toxic gift into the once virgin with a roar of satisfaction before looking down as the spasming man, the potent seed already changing getting to work, black veins spiderwebbed across their body from the point of infection as the skin began to take on the slate grey colour, the blond hair and blue eyes already turning coal black, it would not take long for a new brother to walk this world to spread their masters seed. Sniffing out the pure cum from on jock strap he began to greedily suck and lick up the uncorrupted DNA. Jackson ran up looking down at the young man with a smile he made a grunting noise and Alvarez nodded still sucking on Dan’s jock, allowing Jackson to add another toxic load to his son, Jackson Jack hammered into the changing man and after only a minute or two made a final brutal thrust and grunt of pleasure as he flooded him with another potent load of poison, the effect on Dan was instant every aspect of the conversion was faster and what would have taken an hour or so would now likely take mere minuets The creatures stood and moved off on there mission once more, leaving the two men writhing and changing in the empty public park and an emergency dispatcher now tracking a live phone to send help

1, I interpret the change in cigarette policy due to research and growing knowledge. Yes it was a silly idea in the 50's, but we learned. 2. Medicine is imperfect but a far cry better than witch doctors or just hoping.

Today I got my weekly blowjob from my long-time cocksucker. He usually posts an ad stating that he is open to give blowjobs during certain hours several days each week. He then services men who show up on his sofa. While he was sucking my cock, another guy showed up and dropped his pants. I told my cocksucker I wanted to watch. He worked the new guy's cock to a hard 6 inches. After about 10 minutes the guy blasted in my fag's mouth. He then moved immediately to my hard 7 inches and with the other guy's cum still in his mouth finished off my load. He texted me later that he had swallowed 8 loads . Looking forward to feeding him next week.

Not at all. I always assume to the top is Poz

Near Home—June, 2024 I had some more group play coming up at the end of the week. I really wanted to go to Saturday’s house party with my balls empty—and churn up a fresh load while playing there. On Thursday, I went to my usual bookstore, the one that had suffered the accident. I wanted see if I could get a little more comfortable in the new bigger room with two screens of porn. It was evening, a time I don’t usually go… The first thing I see, after I pay my admission, is that the curtained entrance has been replaced with a thick door. I go through. There are several men in the dark, L-shaped room. I sit, once again, where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head. A door has emboldened the men inside. All four of us have our cocks out and are stroking to the porn and for each other. I recognize a bearded white man around my age. He rarely gets hard—but always manages to shoot a load. I don’t recognize the other older white man. He is a gawker—constantly ogling the other men and not either of the screens. He has a fat beer can of a dick that he constantly flails. The fourth man is somewhere between 25 and 35. He is Latin, with long black hair. He is openly stroking his smaller-sized cock. He is watching both screens, doing the same tennis-match-head-turn that I’m doing. The other two men are restless. They try different chairs. The gawker comes to sit next to me. He never tries to touch me, just stares and strokes his own dick. Suddenly, he just stands up and leaves. About five minutes later, the straight movie ends and we are left looking at the menu card. The bearded man goes out to tell the clerk to change the video. The Latin nods to me. I waste no time and move to him. “Do you want that sucked?” I ask. He nods. I go to my knees. I swallow his thin dick down to the root. His foreskin is pulled back and his precum fills my mouth, sweet and delicious. I suck and lick, only leaving his dripping cock to lick his tight balls. The door opens and Bearded Man comes back in. I wonder if the young man wants me to stop, now that there’s an audience. He doesn’t seem to care. He actually groans as I move back to his cock. The door opens again. The Gawker is back from a smoke break. He comes right over and sits one seat away from the young man. The guy in my mouth moans softly and releases a lot of cum—or maybe it’s precum—I can’t tell. His body shakes. His voice shakes too, as he whispers, asking me to stop. I lick him clean and go back to my seat. He goes out. The Bearded Man wants my mouth again. He stands up and moves to the darkest wall near the gay screen (a doorway to all the electronics is there.) He leans against it and beckons me to come suck his dick. I get up and do just that, kneeling in front of him. His dick plumps slightly, but he is moaning like he’s fully hard and fucking my face. The Gawker moves closer to watch us. My hand encircles Bearded Guy’s nuts. A finger plays with his perineum, snaking back to touch his pucker. That does it. He unloads three or four big dollops of cum into my mouth, before drooling out some more. I lick him clean. He pats my head and says “It’s been awhile...” as he does up his waistband and heads out. The Gawker stands up. He’s going to shoot on the floor. I have my mouth around his dick before the first blast. He tries to pull away, but I hang onto his nuts. He shoots a tasty load, for a smoker. He is a delightful mix of being embarrassed and pleased at the same time. But he can’t look me in the face. He is zipping up as he walks to the door. I am alone. For some time. The door opens. It’s the young Latin man back again. He sits next to me. “I want to really get off this time,” he whispers. So, it had been just precum before. I kneel in front of him. His cock is rampant. He is so easy to deep throat. And he loves it. I jerk him as my mouth moves to his hairy balls. The moment my tongue touches them they tighten up again. “I’m really close…” “I love to swallow…” My mouth works up from his balls and up his shaft. My mouth engulfs his entire cock, as my tongue works his foreskin back. And just in time. He explodes. It is a young man’s cum shot. He fills my mouth and I have to swallow fast after each blast to keep up. He squirms and pants and tells me to stop—but doesn’t really mean it—as he keeps bucking into my face. I lick him dry. He sighs. “Will you shoot for me?” I am so horned by all the cum shot from the three men in such a short time, I stand up and jerk. In moments, I shoot a bigger load than I thought possible for me, right at his sandalled feet. “You have such a great cock…” I smile, wishing he was brave enough to have put it inside him one place or another. But, just like I wanted, my balls are empty for the coming weekend… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Door Makes All the Difference June 27, 2024

If some dominant top wants to do that with me, I’m available

Not at all. It's just a recognition of what I am

@PozBearWI not that you need my permission but you’re welcome to trust anyone you want. Im having a hard time with your reaction though. Do you think that doctors 50 years ago were fundamentally different in their savvy than current doctors are? Don’t just do a shitty red downvote. Share your wisdom and make me smarter. Or without regard to my smartness at least answer these questions: 1) how do you interpret the medical profession’s willingness to endorse the healthfulness of Lucky Strikes 50 years ago? AND 2) if they were fundamentally different than they are now, what makes them trustworthy now? (Or maybe you smoke Lucky Strikes or own their stock so you perceive wisdom in the doctors who advocated that smokers choose Lucky Strikes for their healthy qualities? I know you have a brain @PozBearWI so can you at least share your insights as to why you think the medical profession is more trustworthy now than during the Lucky Strikes era? (Too much to ask?)

I've been thinking about it, but realise there isn't much time left, in which to write it.

By chastity did u mean a chastity cage i.e. one worn over one's penis and under lock etc., or the self practiced state of continence i.e. no orgasm including no masturbation?

naked, unless the Top desires otherwise

I find the fact that I was slipped some K to be hot. Chem me up (with or without me knowing) and pound my holes any day. I just wish I had an idea of what K felt like so I could have just rode it out instead of freaking out. I think if it happened again, I could recognize it for what it is and just enjoy the fuck.

May I politely ask, Isn't such a policy racist? After all the Germans have contributed more to Kink culture and barebacking than other nationality. I bet, gay men who like to have fun sex have Berlin on the Top of their list of places to visit . Historically speaking: it was Berlin, Germany that gave birth to the modern Gay movement and not StoneWall, USA — as is often assumed and reported in the U.S gay media. While Stonewall was a milestone in the US Gay rights movement it did not give birth to the U.S. gay rights movement. The formation of the Mattachine Society almost 2 decades before the StoneWall riots¹ as first national gay rights movement, and which caused a stink with the US Government who within a month came out with a Senate report titled "Employment of Homosexuals and Other Sex Perverts in Government", can be legitimately considered to be the spark of the modern Gay Rights movement in the U.S.; while the US Supreme Court verdict in favor of gay rights in the One, Inc. v. Olesen case which let the gay magazine "One: The Homosexual Magazine." escape obscenity charges can be rightly located as the birth of the gay rights movement in the US. To put history into perspective, English speaking homosexuals from the United States mustered the courage to give up on their WASP values and have gay sex and be more open about their homosexuality mostly after visiting Berlin in the 1930s and 40s and getting exposed to the thriving gay culture in the Weimar Republic, beautifully described in many books particularly Gay Berlin by Robert Beachy. Authors like Gore Vidal, Edmund White etc. who made the 'unspeakable vice' acceptable in Anglo-Saxon literature, and started writing openly gay novels had found refugee in Berlin during the Inter War period and where able to, indeed, be gay because of the generosity of the Germans. Isn't it fair that we acknowledge the historic role of Germany in the gay rights movement and allow people who do not speak English the right to write in German, if they wish. I do see some Europeans on the site who would benefit from such a policy and am positive someone would step forward and volunteer to moderate in German, soon. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/stonewall-milestones-american-gay-rights-movement/

Athlete four Corey Hawkins was now sitting in the back of a rusty van on a country road. His hands and feet were still tied but his blindfold had been removed a while ago. Beside the driver, two other guys – all likely Mexicans – were seated next to him. The one on his right, around his age, kept smiling at him while the other one and the driver just ignored him. Corey did not speak Spanish, so he did not understand what the three gringos were saying or the answers to his questions. Corey remembered leaving home at 5h30 earlier this morning (or yesterday?) and got on the bus around 6h. Then the first time he woke up, he was not on the bus anymore. Some sort of van. The second time, because of the noises it made, he figured he was in a truck. He was awake when they transferred him to this van. The sun was still hot but was declining, so maybe 12 to thirteen hours had passed. He was still in his uniform. No one probably knew where he was, except for the HMS Corporation. But he didn’t know that yet. The gringos suddenly became more agitated and chattier. They were laughing and seemed happy about what was going on. Suddenly, a black point at the horizon could be seen, and the road was going right in its direction. Corey thought about a rest stop or a gas station. The black point became bigger and bigger, and soon Corey was able to discern a four-building lot. There were few black pick-ups, and 15 to 20 motorcycles parked in front of the main 2-story building. A flickering red neon in the right windows announced: “Vacancy”. The smiling Mexican put on a leash to his collar and pulled him inside. It was a bar. Some patrons were sitting on stools. Most of the clientele were sitting in front of a stage drinking cold beer or tequila shots. As they walk toward the back of the place, conversation stalled before starting again in a more ambiguous way. Corey had a bad feeling. They stopped in front of an open door leading to an office. A well-dressed man was sitting behind an old desk. At the snap of his fingers, the man indicated to the Mexican to untie him and to leave them alone and another snap ordering to sit. “Do you dance?” “Hun? Yes but…” “Ok, show me” “What? No… listened…” The man was on him so fast that Corey didn’t know if was even possible. The man was easily twice his size and probably 6’4”. “You listen carefully. This is an entertainment establishment for men. A striptease club. You undressed for the clientele while you dance sensually, slowly like a teasing bitch, and eventually you get naked. If you do a good job, they tip you. Otherwise, they don’t. And if they take a like of you, they will give you more money for some “alone time” with them.” “But…” “Ssshh… Surely, you don’t want to tell me there is a mistake and that I am wrong, do you now? You don’t want me to be mad at you? “No, but…” “There is no but or what. Just ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’, nothing else. After a friendly slap on his cheek, the man regained his seat calmly. “Now dance for me” Corey found himself dancing for the man. He was down to his jockstrap and was doing everything to delay the inevitable. Corey had a nice average cock, in accordance with his body. The man was starring at him. Bored. The man is bored, thought Corey. Closing his eyes, he put his fingers in the band of the jockstrap, decided to get over the supplice. At 3 in the morning, Corey was back in the small office where the man was counting the money. That first night, Corey got 7 dollars in tips while dancing, 2 dollars for serving beers and a meager 2150 dollars in “alone time” tips. “Well, let me tell you boy, I am not impressed. You are far from the expected target. Unbelievable, Corey thought. He sucked dicks after dicks right after they pulled him down the stage, not before they spanked him with a paddle for a long time before. His ass was still on fire. Dried cum was caking his cheeks. At least no one fucked him. He sucked cocks of different sizes, colors and smell. He swallowed vile cum from bikers. “Take him with you in the mechanics quarter until his next shift” Corey was too exhausted to protest when the smiling gringo dragged him through the back door to another building. Corey looked at the mattress on the floor before him and wasn’t sleepy anymore. The mattress had seen better days. A slight push and he stumbled on top of it. Smiling gringo was undressing quickly – shoes, pant and shirt – revealing a well-defined body. Wide eye, sprawled on his back, Corey cringed at the naked man. The guy was all muscles and not the skinny guy he appeared to be. A large cross – a plus sign in reality - was tattooed from his chest to his navel. Corey was more worried about what was hanging between the man’s legs. A thick 9-inches and still growing massive cock was hanging down, swinging like a pendulum. Few loose strokes and the “thing” had reached the incredible 12-inches size. In a flash, smiling gringo was kneeling between his thighs, lifting his legs over his shoulders and nudging the head cock at his hole. “He's not seriously going to fuck me” Corey told himself as he starts backing off. Gringo was not smiling anymore. With a powerful grip, Gringo reached out and slammed into Corey’s groin. The strong hand dug into his naked crotch and clamped shut tightly around the already exposed nuts. Gringo pulled Corey back into position by his balls and lodged the uncut cock at the virgin hole. With an up and down movement, Gringo was buttering his asslips with precum, adding spit once or twice in the process. He continued to stretch and squeeze the poor nuts with in a wise-grip hand, kneading and crushing them between his long fingers. Corey opened his mouth to yell. Gringo was expecting it and inserted two other long fingers inside his mouth. “Suck” asked Gringo as he added pressure on his tormented balls and started churning his fingers. The command registered in Corey’s brain and with survival reflex his tongue and lips followed in motion. Wet with hot saliva, the fingers were shoved in his precum-slicked ass. Unprepared for such action, Corey screamed at the intrusion. Screams that had no other effect than putting back a smile to the Gringo’s face and awakened the 2 other men in the mechanic’s barrack. The fingers went back and forth between his ass and his mouth a few times, then to his mouth only, only to find out that Smiling Gringo was now shoving the fingers in his own ass before returning them in Corey’s mouth to be cleaned! Disgusted by the fact he was licking the ass slime from another man, Corey also realized that his own cock was in semi-hard state, and to add to his shame, he heard himself moaning as the fingers were now hitting his prostate softly. “Pussy” Smiling Gringo shoved forward his humongous cock, hard enough to knock down his breathe and breaking the seal of his virginity forever. If the pain inflicted by the cock head was a taste of what the “thing” would do, Corey wanted to die. Both guys remained still, almost. Smiling Gringo just rocked his body a few times, gaining a quarter of an inch in the warm gut, just enough to push the large cock head over his love nut. Enough to send Corey in la-la land. Corey contracted his ass, trying to reproduce the incredible sensation. “Is that how it feels to be fucked?” Yes, the pain was still there, but the cock was creating an overwhelming sensation close but different of an orgasm. Despite the ass ring effort to prevent it, Gringo slide his cock to the hilt without much effort, rearranging Corey’s gut on the way Smiling Gringo had lay down over Corey and was alternating kissing and biting his neck. In this new position, Corey was able to see past his fucker where 2 other naked men were slowly stroking their fat cock. Smiling Gringo fucked Corey for along 45 minutes, cumming twice deep in the virgin ass. The fuck had left Corey exhausted and somehow in an ecstatic mood, mostly after Smiling Gringo had given him the best satisfying blowjob ever, swallowing in what would be his last negative load. Then one of the men turned him on his stomach and thrusted his cock in and rabbit-fucked him until he came inside him and left the room without a word. The last one had a fatter cock and cause Corey to wince which didn’t go unnoticed by Smiling Gringo who offered his cock for a lazy suck. The last guy pulled out and indicated to Smiling Gringo to fuck me again. He was not fully hard again, but with a horse-size cock, it didn’t really matter. Corey’s little ass would feel it again. The third guy went behind Smiling Gringo pushing him down and started hard-fucking Gringo. It was long before Gringo came again in my sore ass and the other guy in Smiling Gringo. I felt asleep between Smiling Gringo’s legs while eating the cum out of his ass. Corey don’t know how much time had passed, it was still dark outside, but he got awaken twice by having a cock shove in his ass. They did a train on him that night. In the wee hour, Smiling Gringo fucked him again until his morning wood had gone down and his ass filled with another poz load. Out of nowhere, Smiling Gringo pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in Corey slimy ass. “If it doesn’t take this time, don’t worried my love, I will there for you until you get converted and after”, said a really happy and satiated Gringo. Corey did not understand a fucking word as he wasn’t speaking Spanish. *** Let just say that Adam was not meant to be a first-class cocksucker. Let’s just say, he failed his lesson a second time. So, it is with a few missing teeth that Adam found himself on his back with a viagra-fueled Dimitri fucking him like a madman, adding load after load of poz cum in the loose ass. Alex was a wreck. According to poster boy Martin, he had won the lottery – 14 poz fucks -and assured him that all the frat boys, including him, would made sure to fuck him to nirvana. Fucked, he got. Nirvana, not so sure. In fact, he was pretty sure that some if not all boys took a second turn on him. It was hard for him to say as his eyes were caked with cum and spit for most of the time. Joey had arrived at the camp a few hours before Dimitri lashed it out on Adam’s hole. “You are a mess” an older man said to Joey, taking him by the collar to the camp restroom. “This is your houseboy lesson. You are to clean the toilets spotlessly with your mouth. If you do a good job, then you won’t need to do the floor. Don’t flush them, they don’t work. If you are thirsty, well, you know where to drink. I will be back, don’t waste your time if you want to avoid a punishment.” It was in this predicament: on his knees, collared, hands and legs and cock-caged that Joey reminisced his last day. On his way, he had given blowjobs to the three men that pick him up from his neighbor’s house. His faggot neighbor! The same one that fuck him! Then they had drop him at some place where a larger-than-life man with a horse cock fucked him. The man told him his future, what he would become – a faggot! He cried. He pleaded to the man to no avail. It was with a gaping hole that he was brought here, a scout camp. Kneeling in the dirt where the three men had fun pissing on him. Joey looked at the first stall. The toilet was pretty clean. The water in the bowl was clear but drops of piss were apparent on the rim. May be there was hope after all. How low had he become! Reluctantly, he started by licking the cold rim, then spitting in some piss stain spot, mostly to dilute the taste. He was satisfied with the job and crawled to the second stall. Unfortunately, the second one was filled with dark yellow piss. Where the bowl of the first stall was almost immaculate, this one was stained beyond imagination. How would he be able to clean this? Joey flinched when someone entered the restroom and walked to the first stall and start pissing in the bowl. Still on his knees, Joey was able to see a pair of naked feet and droplets of piss raining on the floor, and surely on the toilet as the man didn’t bother to aim with precision. “Arrgh”, the man exclaimed. Joey remained silent hoping the man would leave quickly. Joey saw the feet moving towards him. “Ah there you are, pisslicker! The boss said you were here. Clean my toes, there is piss on it. Come on it’s fresh from the source!” the man said. The man was wearing a black jockstrap. After cleaning the toes, the man got Joey to clean his cock which turned into sucking, and when hard, the man pushed Joey’s head into the piss-filled bowl and fuck him without mercy” “Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!” Joey would have replied that he was not a faggot, if the man hadn’t pushed his face deeper in the piss. Once he came, the stranger wiped his cock on Joey’s hair. Joey was breathing heavily. The man had almost drowned him! In piss! It was absurd! How could this happen? Yesterday, he was a friendly student athlete, girlfriend prospecting, a good boy to his parents… and… and now… he was sucking cock, licking piss and taking toxic cum in the ass!

I prefer naked. Actually I'm naked as much as I can be. home, outside, driving.. where ever.

Here are some happy images of the medical profession recommending Lucky Strikes: [think before following links] https://tobacco.stanford.edu/cigarettes/doctors-smoking/20679-physicians/ Not sure why people are so trusting of the medical profession. Many amazing care providers but they have to deal with the same corrupting forces that most other professions have to deal with.