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Had two hung dudes that wrecked me really good month ago lost numbers... hit me up if you see this

I just got asked to be there Friday morning for a meeting so getting a hotel tomorrow night. Anyone know what's a good place to get lots of BB dick on a Thursday?

I'd just be glad he knows my name.

TBH, a smaller cock is more fun to suck because you can do more with it. Yeah, giant dicks are fun to play with but your jaw gets sore, particularly when you're a smaller guy like me. I can't unhinge my jaw like a snake to suck some monster cock. Much as that sounds appealing. 😆

Riffing on Decartes (and Monty Python) "I cumdump therefore I am!"

"I really shouldn't get out of bed and offer myself to Chad ..." But we will all be disappointed if you don't!!!

Usually how good life is at that exact moment!

Part 6: The guests started to arrive, the usual suspects and one extra. A friend of Chad's who was invited at Chad's request. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when George walked in the door. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. I saw him and in my surprise, nervousness, I coughed. Nate noticed immediately and asked if I was ok. I couldn't say "I wasn't expecting to see the guy who shot two loads in my ass just a few days ago" so instead I just said "I'm fine, I just tried to drink and breath at the same time". I hoped that Chad had told him to be discreet. I didn't need to be outed as a bareback cheater during one of Nate's parties. I'm sure that revelation wouldn't go down well. On the other hand, I was horny from the pre-party fuck and thought how I would like to go down on George, but maybe another time. No. That was a terrible thing to think. It's bad enough that I visit beats on the spur of the moment, but actually planning on hooking up and organizing something was a step too far. I tried to think about Nate's cock instead, and told myself that he'd be fucking me later that evening, and I tried to convince myself that I'd enjoy it, even if Nate's cock would be wrapped in latex. About halfway through the evening, I found myself alone in the kitchen preparing cocktails for a few people when I felt a pair of hands grip my butt. I turned my head and saw George standing behind me. He leant forward and whispered in my ear "I want to fuck you again" and as if to punctuate his comment, he ground his groin into my butt and I could feel his bulge even through the layers of material separating us. In my slightly drunk and horny state, I just groaned, but then a bit of reality popped into my head and I said "I shouldn't. I've got a boyfriend". George kept rubbing his crotch against me and said "I know. I also know you want my dick again. I saw it in your eyes when I arrived. I also know that there's a load of Chad's cum inside you now and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend's name is Nate". And with that, he grabbed the completed cocktails and carried them away, leaving me alone with the task of finishing the others, and willing my dick to go soft, and cursing myself for wearing tight pants. I wanted George's thick bare dick inside me. No. I couldn't. Not at home. I told myself that I wanted Nate's condom-covered dick inside me instead. I finished making the cocktails and handed them out to the guys who had missed out on the previous delivery. George was talking to a couple who Nate had previously told me were open and hooked up with other guys. Nate told me how he didn't approve, and knew that they wouldn't last. I had handed out the last one, so I got dragged into their conversation. They were talking to George about their favorite beats and hook up locations. George told them about his favorites. Including the dingy toilet where he'd fucked me. One of the couple said that they always used condoms when hooking up with others (although the other one kind of looked away at that point, so I wondered if both of them really used condoms or if his partner only thought that was the rule). George said that he carried condoms with him but hadn't used one in years because he prefers not to and no one's asked him to use one. He also said that he's probably fucked at least 20 different guys in the last month, so his dick has been inside a lot of tight spaces. They looked at me and asked me if Nate and I were still monogamous and I just said "Yeah, we haven't opened up our relationship". I don't know why, and it might have been the alcohol, but I also said that Nate and I still used condoms every time we fucked because it was safer. George said "each to their own, but bare feels so much better. I love emptying my balls deep inside" As the party started to wind down, and people started to leave, Chad and George came up to where I was in conversation with Nate and another of his friends. Chad, in front of Nate, asked me if I could show George how to get to the train station because I knew the way and it would save George having to get an Uber home. Nate agreed that it would be a kind thing to do, so George said his goodbyes to everyone still there, and we started walking towards the station. As soon as we got to the street, George told me that he was going to fuck me on the way. He'd already scoped it out and knew that there was a dark park near the station. George: "It'll be dark enough there to fuck, so the location is perfect" Me: "Nate will be waiting for me. He'll suspect something if I'm late returning" George: "No he won't, just say you waited with me until a train arrived" Me: "It's too risky. What if we get caught?" George: "Risky is hot." We walked in silence for a couple of minutes. The park was about 5 more minutes ahead of us. I was thinking about his cock and how good it felt, but also how wrong it would be to take another load from him tonight. George: "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Me: "Yes" George: "I have a condom in my pocket. Do you want me to use it?" Me: "No. I need to feel you inside me" George: "Good. I'm going to cum inside you" We were at the park. I knew it was wrong, but I was drunk and horny, and George and his cock were next to me. I needed this. We walked into the park. I looked around and realized that it was in fact a good park to fuck in. Enough trees and to make secluded, dark spaces. George whipped his dick out, it was already mostly hard. I bent over and sucked it, savoring the taste of his precum and the feeling of my tongue on his mushroom head, my hands kneading his balls and stroking his shaft. I loved this cock. I could have worshipped it for hours, but George pulled me up and reminded me that we didn't have much time and he'd promised to dump his load in my ass. I pulled my pants down, bent over and leant on a park bench. George spat on my hole, massaged it with his cockhead, and then pushed. I relaxed and he entered me fully in one smooth motion. I groaned loudly. Fuck this felt good. George chuckled and said "last time I fucked you, you asked me to be quiet, and this time you're groaning loudly enough for Nate to hear you". I just said "shut up and fuck me". George replied with (and definitely not in a whisper) "Oh I'll fuck you alright, but I won't shut up". And he didn't. He didn't exactly yell this time, but I'm sure his voice would have carried enough for some of the neighbors around the park to hear. If they'd been home and awake, they might have heard someone say "fucking take my cock. No condoms required for your ass. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum. It'll leak out as you're walking back to your boyfriend's place" I was in heaven. His cock was hitting all the right places. I wanted to cum but I forced myself to hold off because I knew I'd probably need to cum later. Nate normally fucked me after a party, for some reason it makes him horny, and I needed to be horny enough to cum for him. George yelled "Fuck yeah, take my load you bareback slut" and I felt his meat throb inside my, pulsing many times, and filling me with his hot cream. George pulled out, we both fixed up our clothes, and finished walking to the station. I waited with him on the platform for a couple of minutes until a train arrived. He told me that I was a naughty, dirty cum slut, and he would be using me again. I left the platform and walked back to the party. As I expected, Nate asked what took so long, so I explained that I waited on the platform with George until the train arrived. Nate said "Thanks for taking care of him". If only he knew. Everyone else left, and only Chad, Nate, and I remained. Chad had arranged with Nate earlier to take the spare room so that he didn't have to drive home. Nate looked at me and told me that it was time to go to bed. I could tell from his tone and expression that he meant that it was time for him to fuck me. I think Chad knew too, as he said he'd head to bed as well, and asked us to keep it down because if he were too loud he'd have to give himself a handjob. Lol. Nate being too loud was never a risk. We got into the bedroom, stripped off, and Nate immediately went to the bedside table to grab a condom. I became very aware that I had natural lube in and around my hole, and I definitely didn't need that to be noticed, so I asked Nate to pass me the lube, and I made a show of lubing myself up to disguise my previous indiscretions. Nate, completely naked except for a raincoat on his dick, lay down on his back and told me to climb aboard. I got up on the bed, one leg either side of him, and lowered myself down until he was completely inside me, with us only separated by an annoying barrier of latex. It had been a while since we last fucked, but I assumed that Nate still wanked in the shower most mornings, yet he seemed extra horny tonight and didn't last very long. I didn't mind because it honestly hurts being fucked with a condom, so I was relieved when he finally filled it with his load. My ass was sore after Chad's earlier fuck and George's detour on the way to the train station. Nate went soft, so I climbed off, and he went to the bathroom to dispose of the cum-filled condom, checking the hall first to make sure that Chad was safely behind a bedroom door and not about to witness Nate's naked walk across the hall. He returned, got into bed, and fell asleep quickly. I have always been jealous of Nate's ability to fall asleep easily, a talent which seems to be stronger when he's drunk, just cum, or both. I was laying in bed, still horny because I hadn't released my load, listening to Nate's mild snoring and deep sleep noises. I needed to get off too, but I didn't want to just wank. I remembered that Chad was just down the hall. Maybe he'd still be awake, and if so, should I risk it? I was very horny and still drunk, so my brain probably wasn't focusing on logic and correct behavior. Nate was usually a very deep sleeper though, so I didn't think he'd wake up. I've certainly jerked off in bed next to him before, shaking the whole bed, and that didn't manage to wake him up. I really shouldn't get out of bed and offer myself to Chad...

I was able to get through this one @tallslenderguy! I didn't start to rant at my screen until the last 15 minutes of so...once the convo went out of their self-admitted depth and it became more a philosophical chat. 😀 To that part, I wish they revisited the many many schools of thought in Eastern traditions as well as ancient Greek philosophies. They completely missed Plato in the discussion and Platonism's use in the Heritage movement's thinking. The participant's view was somewhat contradictory to varied philosophies. Just from ancient Greek thought are stoicism, epicureanism, skepticism, cynicism, etc. And I've only scratched the surface with Eastern thought. The common theme among some of these ideas, the thing the linked speakers derided, was "accepting the null." Earlier, they did talk about manifest destiny but didn't apply it to the thinking. I was unsure if that was bias. Clearly, throughout the 19th century (+/-) we shoved Natives out. We had no intention of including everybody...not that it was correct. In that, their convo smacked of modern elitism. And here, I don't think they setup the mindset of the 17th-19th century world -- and not just here but everywhere around the world. With that, different conclusions could be drawn. If you'd like some examples as to why, there are excellent lecture series in The Great Courses Signature Series -- each series is between 20 and 50 30-minute lectures from academics around the world. I subscribe via Apple but assume it's available elsewhere. They do have a stand-alone site, which I've not used. Very good background: Barbarians of the Steppes -- by the end, you'll get a good understanding of why "the West" was what is was but more so how much had happened elsewhere, specifically Central Asia. We, the US, came into the world at just the right time... they even talk about how people in the 18th and 19th century talked about that. But those people didn't know by how much, as the history of the Steppes and Central Asia had been lost. Academic understanding is more modern rediscovery and still only partial. Eastern Civilization -- a small part of this includes a starters' guide to various Eastern thought and philosophies but mostly on why there was little migration to what is not the US from this region, therefore, people here in the 18th to 19th centuries were little burdened. A History of Eastern Europe -- includes the local history of Nationalism in the 19th century, it's impact missed in the video -- both in that time and place and, through implication, the modern far-right movements. It also highlights why some of these people called themselves "not white" -- as discussed in the linked video -- as well as highlights the Eastern Orthodox segment of Christianity, itself derived from Greek Orthodox/The Byzantine Empire aka Eastern Roman Empire. It never hurts to do a History of Western CIv class -- they have two lecture series...I think only one is available at any one time on Apple though. The most important thing they discussed was paradoxically a bit of a null argument to the topic. That "the founders" and those in the 18th and 19th century didn't have the same conditions we have now. Or, you can just watch the South Park episode Goobacks (from like 2003 or 2004), re: migration culminating in a big gay sex pile orgy.

Oh Mr. Robinson