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I have re-read my comment and can not see the tone as either judgemental or preachy! Its you who is being subjective and judgemental when you said: In response, I would merely point out to you, that: 'People in glasshouses shouldn't throw stones!'

PART TWO: LUCK FOR THE CURIOUS Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II For a moment, all Felix could hear was his own breathing, fast and excited. He bit his bottom lip as he felt the erotic burning sensation from the shard. With the few thoughts the high hadn’t yet obliterated, he wondered if he was still under his blankets; this was too hot and too perfect, it had to be a dream. Then, the door opened. The boys walked in. The Latin guy, Tiago, whose name was tattooed down his arm, was chewing gum slowly, blowing bubbles and flipping it around with his tongue. He had a huge grin on his face with eyes wide to match. He was the shorter and skinnier of the three, and Felix was no expert, but through the netted shorts, what looked to be about nine inches was close to coming out of the leg. The black guy, Dreddy, was shorter than Logan with a tougher build. A purple durag was on his head, and his black jean shorts were baggy and sagged in the back. It was harder to tell what he was packing, but the raw confidence radiating off him was enough to make Felix’s hole twitch in anticipation. "This where the party's at?" Tiago said, peering through the stall door. “Our boy’s gonna keep a look out,” Dreddy added, fully opening the stall door and then locking them inside. Felix was kneeling in front of them, gyrating his hips ever so slightly, continuously up and down. "Ain’t no party with just one fool, though," Felix pouted. Dreddy was quick to reply. "That’s why we’re here, but I don’t see no fool." He exchanged a smile with Tiago and added, "You know, but I do see a mouth that’s way too empty." Tiago playfully thrust his hip forward twice, and his erect cock swung heavily under his shorts. Felix thought to himself, Oh my god... That thing was probably only semi-hard. He felt his hole clench and flex, a hungry pulse. "Dreddy, I think you’re right," Tiago said, wasting no time as he pulled out his uncut cock, not as thick as Logan’s but noticeably longer. He gave it two fast, hard strokes, and it stiffened even more. Yes, much longer. Felix's mouth opened in surprise for a moment. "Did it just get…" His mouth was already watering in anticipation. Tiago nodded. "He’s excited to get to know you. Show my cock some love, papi." Felix took Tiago's cock in his hand and lifted it slightly, allowing himself access to Tiago’s low-hanging balls. He made sure there was a small pool of spit, which he cupped slightly on the top of his tongue, and then licked up the front of Tiago's balls to the base of his shaft, increasing his speed as he glided off the tip. He gently pulled the foreskin back, shot a look up at Tiago, as Felix started to rotate his tongue and lips at the tip first, slowly adding more and more of Tiago’s cock into his wet mouth. Felix looked up as both of the guys passed the pipe back and forth, lighting it for each other. Tiago clicked the torch for Dreddy's hit. "Our boy Logan tells us you're a little party bottom." Dreddy blew the smoke down at Felix. "A slutty party bottom.". He took another long hit that Tiago encouraged by keeping the flame heating the glass. "Damn, you ain’t fuckin’ playin’! Fuck, that feels good!" Tiago threw his head back, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. Dreddy watched for a moment, completely still. "Yo, what I tell you the other night. Latin twink bottoms just get it." Dreddy started to tug his shorts down. His huge cock was pressing against the fabric, like it was ready to spring out on its own. Felix stole a quick glance as Dreddy teased his reveal. I wanna be surprised, Felix thought, these cocks are mine. He spit on Tiago’s cock and continued to suck it, the slick, smacking sounds filling the small space. "Yeah, a booty-bumped, cock-hungry little bitch like you got our dicks staying wet, right?" "Yes, papi," Felix slowly shoved the cock to the back of his throat and held it there, summoning more saliva, letting it pool and drip down his chin. "Yes, take it." Tiago applied pressure to the back of Felix’s head, holding him in place. "Mhm…mhm, that’s it. Choke on that shit." Dreddy pulled more of his shorts down. "Get that deep throat and get that mouth runnin’. That spit better be drippin’ down my dick the whole time." Felix took his mouth off Tiago’s cock, a thick string of saliva trailing with him, still connecting them. Felix smiled breathlessly and then opened his mouth wide with his tongue out, the little pool of spit cupped at the center, an offering. "That’s the kind of attention we deserve." Dreddy said proudly, yanking his shorts down and grabbing his 10.5-inch dick by the shaft, holding it up. He placed his heavy balls on Felix’s tongue and controlled the same glide Felix had done before, but this time, after he passed the tip, he plunged his cock into Felix’s mouth. With urgent hunger, Felix went back and forth between the two cocks. Slow, slow, he had to remind his high brain. Sometimes he would get too eager, too hungry. He focused on exploring each cock, testing their reactions to not just deep throating, but focusing on the sensitive heads, blowing cool air on the wet skin, jerking them with a tight fist before swallowing them again. Felix’s mind was a complete, blissful blank. Except for the insatiable need for more cock, of course. He was completely consumed by the lust and the high. Booty-bumped and creaming, his hole was growing wetter by the second. Tiago and Dreddy continued taunting him with moans and sharp slaps on the cheek with their spit-dripping cocks, marking him as theirs. “Alright, time to put this pussy to work.” Dreddy’s announced, as he moved behind Felix. His hands were rough, gripping Felix’s hips and pulling them up. "Get that ass up now..." Felix forced his back into a deep arch that presented his hole like an offering. He shut his eyes, his entire body trembling. It was thrilling. “Fill my pussy up with that dick, papi,” he moaned, the words a desperate, filthy prayer. He could feel Dreddy stroking the fat, leaking head of his cock against his puckered hole, teasing, smearing his own precum around the entrance, making his hole twitch and clench. The wait was pure agony. “This little party faggot wants it bad boy!" Tiago's voice was hushed and excited. His cock was oozing precum, and he pressed the tip against Felix's lips, not pushing in, just letting him feel the heat and bitter taste of his juices. Then, Dreddy didn't wait. He pushed forward, and the thick head of his cock entered Felix’s tight hole in one brutal, unrelenting thrust. The burn was immediate and sharp, a searing heat that bloomed deep inside but after a few second Dreddy didn’t have to do much to force him open, stretching him wider than he thought possible. Felix tried to hold in the scream, but it was ripped from his throat, echoing off the tiled walls. The sound was instantly choked off as Tiago took that exact moment to shove his own dick deep into Felix's mouth, using the cry as an opportunity to bury himself deep. Tiago spit on Dreddy's dick and Dreddy added to it right before he plunged it in again. Felix was trapped, as shocks started to hit his body, or at least that's what it felt like to him. All he could do was drool on the uncut cock pushing deeper into his mouth. But it was Dreddy’s rhythm that truly undid him. He didn't just fuck; he possessed. Each stroke was a deep, grinding withdrawal that left Felix feeling achingly empty for a split second, followed by a powerful, hip-snapping thrust that slammed home, burying every inch to the hilt. The force of it punched the air from Felix’s lungs, making his entire body jolt forward. Dreddy’s grip on his hips was like iron, pulling him back to meet every punishing plunge, ensuring there was no escape from the overwhelming fullness. Felix could feel the thick, ridged vein on the underside of Dreddy’s cock dragging against the part of his hole the Tina rock had melted. The friction that sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. He forced himself to relax his throat, to open up and take Dreddy's punishing strokes deep inside his guts while gagging on the sheer length of Tiago’s shaft as it began to fuck his face in earnest. As Dreddy established a devastating rhythm, pulling out halfway only to slam back in with long, powerful strokes that made Felix’s legs vibrate and threaten to give out, Tiago was in a different world as he milked the sensitive head of his cock on Felix’s tongue, swirling his hips. “Make sure you taste all that pre-cum,” Tiago grunted, his voice tight with pleasure. “Fucking parTy slut needs every drop, don’t you? Drink it up.” "Fuck, yeah, you like that?" Dreddy’s voice was a ragged pant behind him. "You like being stuffed with two big dicks, you little cock-hungry parTy whore?" His thrusts became harder, more erratic, his heavy balls slapping against Felix's taint with a wet, percussive beat that was the only rhythm Felix’s world had left. Felix managed to gasp for a sliver of air around Tiago's cock. “Yes, fuck… I fuckin’ love it…” He did love it, but the feeling was overwhelming and the sensation at this level was new. Was this how it felt to get fucked with a partied-up hole? It was almost too much for Felix to handle, his mind short-circuiting with every slam. Then, Logan’s voice cut through their haze from the doorway. “Park is gettin' a bit crowded, boys. We gotta move. Now.” The spell was shattered. Tiago and Dreddy both pulled out in a rough, sudden rush, leaving Felix suddenly, shockingly empty. He collapsed forward, gasping out a long, shuddering sigh that was equal parts relief and annoyance, he shuddered. “Easy now…” Dreddy laughed, giving Felix’s ass a sharp, possessive smack before helping him off his knees. Felix’s legs felt like jelly. “That was… woah…” Felix giggled, his voice a raw, hoarse thing as he leaned against the wall, fumbling with his shorts. Tiago was dressed in seconds and quickly walked out. Felix splashed cold water on his face, trying to come back to earth. Dreddy washed his hands beside him, and in the mirror, they caught eyes and shared a knowing, dirty laugh. As Felix pushed the door open to go outside, he quickly tossed on sunglasses from his pocket and pushed his hair back. He hadn't realized how much he had been sweating. He stopped suddenly and smiled. He wasn’t expecting all three of the guys to be waiting just outside the door. Logan stood in the middle, beaming. “What it must have been like in there…” he mused, shaking his head with a grin. Felix shrugged, a new, cocky confidence surging through him. “Well, it was just gettin’ started.” “So, then what’s good, lil’ papi?” Tiago asked, that grin returning to his face. Dreddy adjusted his dick in his shorts and looked around. “Yeah-yeah… soo…” Felix took in each of the guys, his body still humming with the aftershocks. “I mean, I live like two blocks away…” [END OF PART TWO] Next up, Part 3 in Volume II

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Beautiful story. So well written. Thank you!

Going to be in Melbourne early January 2026 looking for poz tops to breed my neg hole, not on prep

What a nice surprise, lucky you.

Very good story! Hot sex…

I noticed this sub fag (his words) online that I've played with before. Last time I was going to come over, he was edging himself and accidentally shot a load, so I didn't bother. He knew he was in for punishment next time I came over. This time he's locked and blindfolded. I grabbed some snow from his driveway and used it on his nipples, hole, and balls. Then I made him eat the rest. Next I had him lay across my lap as I spanked his ass. He counted all 50 swats. Then I got him poppered up hard and started fucking his throat. I blew a big load in him and left him there locked and blindfolded. I think he learned his lesson.

Even though I know that I am a faggot, calling me ones, makes very happy. The confirmation of calling me a faggot is like a drug.

I AM a faggot. I know what I am and am proud of it.

Good boy! Interesting how Tina turns a shy conservative bottom into a cum- hungry fuckhole…go get those loads!

Last night I went over to a FWBs place to hang out. I prepped just in case but was really just there to chill and catch up. We’ve fucked many times and just hung out many times before too. My FWB is about 5’ 9” 180lb not ripped but a solid built mixed guy with a 8” thick curved cock. We smoked some weed, had some drinks and pizza, played some video games and watched tv, just a regular night. I indulged a little too much with the drink and smoke so he said I could crash there for a bit, which I’ve done before and nothing’s happened. He goes to his room to sleep and I pass out on the lounge side of his couch. Around 3am I half wake up as I feel movement behind me. There’s a blanket on me now and my pants were taken off. I feel something rubbing against my ass as a pair of arms pull me tight against his chest. I give a soft moan as he starts rubbing my ass and pulling my underwear down. His cockhead nestles against my hole as he starts slowly trying to enter me. Out of instinct I start rocking and rolling my hips trying to accept more of his big dry cock. There’s some pain as the head finally pops in but my horniness wins and I keep wiggling trying to get more inside me. He pulls out then shoves in again and again till he’s about halfway in then he holds my hip and pushes the rest of his dry cock inside till he’s balls deep. I’m moaning and babbling from the pain and pleasure waking me up more as my buddy starts slow fucking me with long deep strokes. He said he woke up super horny and knew I was here and wouldn’t mind helping out a buddy. To which I respond with “yes” and start fucking myself on his cock till he rolls me on my stomach and goes full force fucking my still unlubed hole. After about 15 minutes of gritting me teeth and moaning from the pleasurable pain he slams in balls deep and shoots his load. We stay like that for a bit catching our breath till he rolls us on in a spooning position with his cock still buried inside me. We pass out for couple hours till my work alarm goes off. I thank him for his load before I leave, my hole puffy and throbbing from the rough dry breeding it got. Pretty good morning overall

Yesterday bookstore ass up face down window in booth open door open lubed ready three guys bred me anon

My 6th birthday I was showing my hole to my brother!

I'm 56 and certainly have no intention of stopping at 60. I'm going to keep doing it for as long as I possibly can.

Okay, this is gonna be longish. i went back a half hour, presumptuously, because of your comment that your "ranting" started the last fifteen minutes... so i may have taken you too literally (though in my defense, i did go back 30 minutes lol). Right before writing my response though, you rescued me from my folly and i went back to the 20' mark and listed to Jons question, and the subsequent response, so i'll start there. At ~20' mark Jon asks: "Did they conceive of immigration. Did they see themselves as homogenous. Did they view the fissures between, let's say, Baptist and Lutheran and Calvinist and Quaker. Did they view those fissures as anything other than just disagreement civically, or did they see some of those things as more uniquely American. Did they think Protestant was American. Catholic was, well, maybe we can teach them?" Guelzo responds, as you mentioned, with a reference to black in the military, citing Washington... but i think he also replies to the religion question, though not specifically using any of the four Christian sects, he uses Jewish religion... but the quote from Washington, and the point being made doesn't strike me as a deflection, maybe even more inclusive since he (Washington) included Jewish religion? i agree that (and even wish) that there was more discussion on religion, but i think his response was less specific in maybe an attempt to include race vs exclude religion? He answers: "The leader of the Jewish congregation in Newport Rhode Island, write to him. They're very anxious. What's going to be our future. Are we going to be part of this American experiment? And his response, which i strongly suspect was written by Alexander Hamilton, "this government gives to bigotry no sanction, gives to persecution, no assistance, and asks only that the members of it behave as good citizens." It's the only standard that Washington lays out." At the ~54' mark, Jon asks: ...what is the bias [lists nations of origin then asks]: "Who are the heritage Americans?... "is it their religion? Is it where they are from? Their complexion?" At ~1:03 Guelzo, i think, responds more to the whole question instead of parsing out just religion. To me, he seems to respond to Jons list as a group vs individually. While i think religion has played a far bigger role in this country than this discussion goes into, i do not get the feel the respondents were avoiding or deflecting? Guelzo responds: "...Some say-if you're going to have a nation, it must be built out of these very solid materials, like race, or religion, or language, or culture." So, Guelzo includes religion on a an inclusive list that he juxtaposes against building a nation on an "idea." He goes on for a bit on the divisiveness of those "materials," and ends up with an all encompassing , (and hopefully less divisive?) label ("title") of "citizen" for those who would be part of the "American experiment." I wonder if he is looking to find a way to supersede (transcend?) the former list of what "some say... a nation must be built of"? He concludes: "Everything else [including religion?] is temporary. Everything else is improvisatory." A conclusion that would no doubt have the writers of the pledge of allegiance up in arms, not to mention those who wrote the Declaration "...all men are created equal, endowed by their creator....." Hmm, maybe some gay influence, writing of how men are "endowed?" Guelzo goes on to grouse that he's been labeled "...everything from a Trotskyist to a Christian Nationalist." Which may speak more to the perception of the hearers than the state of being of Guelzo? At the 1:13:30' mark, Guelzo seems to depart from quoting elitists, as does Freeman. They both end by quoting a 'common?' citizen: Guelzo quotes a Swedish immigrant writing to his family in Sweden: "....my cap is not worn out by having to take it off when a rich man rides by in his carriage." Freeman quotes a "someone" (apparently another non elitist? "...when i'm on the street, i do not need to bow down to someone, i can actually stand up." If nothing else, this post is colorful? my response to the video has been adjusted though, added too? i do think Jon's interview (and most discussions of this sort) would benefit from inclusion of someone from the proverbial 'other side.' i wonder if he could have gotten a history professor from Hillsdale College?

Why stop when you are 60? There are plenty of guys out there happy to load up a 60 yr old. Keep going!

Of course don't hesitate to recommend new lines.

A little over 30 years ago, I made the decision to let anyone who wanted to fuck me, to do so. And it was 20 ago that I embraced bareback sex and within weeks after that, started to let guys cum in me. I’m still hiv neg as of 11/17/25. I did end up with neurosyphilis which gave me some vision problems, now mostly resolved, but if I had to do again, I would. The only difference is I would have tested more. Once you start, you’ll know soon enough if this your place to be in life. Never have regrets. For me, it’s been the right choice. The only regret is I’ll be stopping soon as I’m in my late 50s and figured I’ll have stopped by 60-62.

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