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late 90's IRC was Hot and Wild, but between rural living, no personal line, and no one having cell phones, organizing was difficult, and I was too cowardly to commit to a late night slip out days in advance, and I Sooo kick myself for it all the time!

This is quite similar to my experience. I got pierced at 6. The "surprise sounding" before the piercing was more uncomfortable than the needle itself. First 72 hours was more blood than I have ever seen in my life, and then basically immediately stopped after 72 hours. For about two weeks, it was really tender. I managed to very gingerly jerk off once shortly after the bleeding had stopped, and I actually pissed instead of cumming, haha. After those two weeks, it was like 95% and was very easy to deal with after that. I've sized up every year since I got it pierced. I'm now at 0G and think I might stay here for a while but who knows.

I wasn't expecting much as I pulled into the local park here. It was a cold rainy Sunday afternoon so I didn't think anyone would be up for any fun along the trails. Surprisingly, there were three cars there as I pulled into the small gravel parking area. Pulled out my phone while trying to make eye contact with the other drivers through rain covered windows. Eventually one young guy gets out and while standing by his car, hidden by the open door takes a piss. Quickly gets back in his car. I guess not interested in the trail. i tried the usual apps and landed on one guy just one hundred feet away. It's the same guy. "Hi." "How are you?" "Horny." "Same here." About this time one of the other cars leave. The guy continues, "I'm not that big, but you can blow me if you like." "Yeah, I'm good with that." He tells me, "I can stand by my car, the other guy won't see. I'm in red car." I don't really care, but just as I'm about to step out in the misting rain the third car starts up and leaves. I meet the young guy by his driver's side door. He's wearing a hoodie and jeans. Unzips and pulls out a respectable cock. He's trimmed his pubes way more than I like but i'm just here for another load. I start sucking his cock and his legs are shaking. He seems to really be enjoying it and I start licking his balls. Digging my tongue really deep and He's moaning that i'm almost reaching his asshole. "You like that?", I asked. Of course he does. I give his hips a push and soon have my face buried in his ass rimming that hole. We go back and forth from cock to ass before he asks if he can FaceTime his friend. I don't mind and before I know it I can here a voice on the other end saying he would love to blow me as well. I speed up my deepthroating of the guy. He's close, "where do you want it?". Any other time, i would have offered my hole but didnt heve time to get in position. Another second and am rewarded with a nice warm load. Says he's running late and he'll see me around. Got another message from him today offering to fuck me with the friend. He had gone back by the park looking for me but missed me by about an hour.

I had my first contact and hookups via IRC as well.

"Make an effort to stay in contact and meet up with the men you talked to on IRC!"

"caught in the act"? He was the administration rep there. No one -- even the players via media training -- believes locker room celebrations are private. There are player PR reps, team and admin PR monkeys, and on it goes. This is outrage for the sake of it.

wont watch til transwoman can comepete with Womens Olyimpic Team USA

Oh my god. I’m in love 😍

At Steamworks Toronto, if I paid for a 8-hour room, I'd cruise and play for 8 hours. My room would be invitational for those who wanted sex there or for a rest-stop after times in the Steamworks Toronto gloryholes/confessionals, slurp ramp and darkrooms. Plus Steamworks Toronto has good showers and towels, along with clean-up to prep before sex.

Thanks guys, sounds like you were having the same issues I was. Everything seems to be back up and running

Five minutes ago. Carlsbad motel 6…hosting in my sling tonight. Hopefully the first of many.

Seems to be so many more chasers than gifters. Is it a top - bottom thing? Most poz guys don’t seem turned on by gifting like neg chasers are turned on by being pozzed. Is it hot poz guys?

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Even though it was not a term back then, the dirty old man who had catfished me only referred to himself as “Daddy” throughout the entire night that he used my mouth and throat. He also taught me that night that there is a difference between cocksucking and throat fucking, and that night, he taught me all about throat fucking. For the first few hours of the night, he pushed his cock down my throat repeatedly while he sat in his overstuffed chair watching porn, and I was squatted on the floor between his legs. He stuck his cock down my throat, holding my head in place against his fat belly so I could not breathe and I wildly attempted to gasp for air. I attempted to make noise, and he commented how great the vibration made his cock feel. He’d eventually released me so I could gasp some air, only to pull me forward and stuff his cock back down my throat again so we could repeat the process over-and-over-and-over many consecutive times. At some point, he stuffed his cock all the way down my throat and stood up. He commanded, “Time to move!” while he held me in place with his cock completely lodged down my throat. He grabbed ahold of each of my ears, closing his fingers against the palms of his hands with my ears firmly gripped in between. He started to move sideways out from in front of his chair, and once he cleared the chair, he turned himself to a 90-degree angle and ordered, “Come with me cock slut!” as he maintained his firm grip on my ears and started walking backwards toward what I found out was his bedroom. I was able to breathe through my nose as I awkwardly tried to walk on my knees to keep pace with him, while his cock continued to impale my throat, anchoring me in place. It was a lost cause, however, and I wrapped my arms around his thighs and grabbed onto his ass with my hands. When my knees could not keep pace, they dragged against the carpeted floor, my throat fully impaled on his cock the entire time, until we reached the bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, the old man pulled his cock out of me and ordered me up on the bed and on my back, with my head at the side of the bed on the edge. He grabbed the sides of my head with both hands, firmly clamping to create a head vice. He roughly pulled me about 18” forward by my head, so my head hung off the side of the bed, with my neck bent and my mouth positioned at roughly a 45-degree angle. I remember being shocked at the firmness of his hands against the sides of my head to move my 140-lb body forward 18”. For an old fart, he used my head to move my entire body with hardly any effort. Now that I was in position with my head hanging over the bed, he squatted down over my face and told me to open my mouth wide. While I expected him to stick his cock down my throat, he actually stuffed his big nuts in my mouth and told me to suck them. His nuts filled my mouth, which was stretched as wide as possible to fit them and I sucked on them for a good long time. I was having some trouble breathing, but I could catch some air better this way than when he was sitting in his chair with my cock down my throat. At some point, he pulled his balls out of my mouth and rested them on my face and nose. After a brief moment, I felt his full weight on on the bed and my upper chest and arms as he crawled up on the bed with his knees on the mattress. His ass was still hanging over the mattress as he spread his right ass cheek with his right hand while he grabbed my hair with his left, pulling my head up to his ass. He bellowed, "Eat my ass, you fucking slut!" as my face was consumed by his fat ass. He ordered me to keep my tongue on his hole as he let go of my hair and spread both of his ass cheeks wide with his hands. His ass was so huge, his cheeks smothered me even with my neck bent over the mattress. I am not sure how long I ate his ass, but there were moments when I felt like I might pass out due to lack of air, but I never quite lost consciousness. As the dirty old man finally lifted himself back off the bed and beyond my head, he ordered me to stay in position and to close my eyes and keep my mouth open as wide as possible. I heard him open his nightstand drawer and close it again. I soon felt something strange against my mouth and teeth and felt a different type of pressure against my head, like a belt wrapped tightly around my head. I intuitively opened my eyes at the strange feeling. At that moment, I heard a click-click-click and my mouth started to open wide but in a way that was out of my control. The dirty old geezer had inserted a mouth spreader which he was opening to full capacity. My eyes bugged out of my head in surprise, and I started to move, but he moved forward and held me firmly in place. After I settled, he let go of me and he moved away, kneeling down near my head. I felt his fingers underneath my head, and heard a soft “click.” The old fart then held up a small padlock key to show me, before standing up and sticking it in his bathroom pocket along with the key to his deadbolt. I was totally disoriented as I heard him say, “Time to give that throat a good workout, boy!” as he squatted to align his cock with my spread mouth. He pushed his cock in my mouth and down my throat, holding my throat with the palm of his hand. He did this repeatedly and I started to gag up throat slime and mucus…LOTS OF IT! I could not really swallow with the mouth spreader open so wide, not to mention his cock down my throat, and mucus, drool, and snot was coming out of my mouth and nose. I had tears in my eyes as he continued to use my throat for all it was worth. The mucus ran down my forehead and into my hair. My head and face were a gooey mess as he relentlessly used my throat. I am not sure how long he throat fucked me like this, but it seemed like forever. Eventually, the old fuck pulled his cock out of my throat and announced it was time to make him cum. He squatted down near my head, and I watched him pull the padlock key out of his bathrobe pocket. He unlocked the mouth spreader and lowered it a bit to remove it from my mouth and tossed it on the carpet. He stood back up and ordered me to “Open up!” and he pushed his cock back in my mouth and down my throat. His fat belly was totally covering my face as he continued to fuck my throat, pulling his cock all the way out and then shoving it all the way back down my throat to the hilt. He did this repeatedly with both of his hands on my neck until I heard him yell, “Here comes my big load, bitch boy” and he stuffed his cock down my throat and I felt it spasm several times. I realized the head of his cock was too far down my throat for me to taste his cum just as I heard him say “Fuck, my hands can feel my cock spasm inside your fucking throat!” Once his cock was done spasming, he pulled his cock out like a guy pulls out an oil dipstick to check the oil levels in a car. He saw there was still cum on the head of his cock and saliva on the sides, so he proceeded to wipe his cock on my face and in my hair to clean it off. He eventually stepped away from the bed and announced it was time for me to go. I slowly rolled myself over on his bed and felt very lightheaded as I tried to stand up. I asked him to give me a minute to adjust and eventually got myself standing but was very unsteady on my feet. I asked the guy if I could use his bathroom to clean up and realized my throat was incredibly sore and my voice was totally hoarse from the intense fuck his cock had given it. I thought I misheard him when he said “No time to use the bathroom. You do not want to miss your bus.” Being confused, I asked “what?” and he said, “You need to leave now so you do not miss your bus…Let’s go!,” as he walked out of his bedroom with me slowly following. When he arrived at the front door and took the deadbolt key out of his bathrobe pocket. He unlocked the door as I stood there with my face, head, and hair covered with throat slime, mucus, and snot. The first of the slime had started to dry and was matted in my hair. The fresh stuff was still wet and gooey. While there was no mirror for me to look in, I knew my head and face had to be a fucking mess. I debated pleading with the old fuck who had catfished me and totally used me as his personal cock slut to please let me use the bathroom to clean up, but before I could formulate the words, he simply opened the door and calmly said “Bye” as he gently guided me out the front door and into the hallway, promptly closing his front door and re-locking it. As I walked toward the stairwell, I opened my coat and pulled it up and around my face and head, similar to when drying off my face and hair when using a bath towel after a shower. I tried to remove as much slime as possible, but I knew it was a lost cause and prayed there would be no one on the bus taking me back to campus at this early hour. I also hoped my two roommates would be sleeping when I got home because they would relentlessly nag me about my appearance if they saw me, but what could I possibly say?! Sometimes they stayed up playing Super Mario Bros or Donkey Kong all night, so it was a crap shoot as to if they would still be awake in the living room that I needed to walk through to get to the bathroom and my bedroom in the apartment we shared. As I sat down on the bench at the covered bus stop and looked at the posted bus schedule, I realized I had about 20 minutes to wait until the bus was scheduled to pick me up…