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With all due respect, do you have data to support that assertion? We don't seem to be in an inflationary chasm if you consider that the latest numbers now show the lowest rate in 4 years. I would like to better understand where the data shows that the economy was in sorrier shape from first to last day in office. We should also note that no one has really probed the Hunter Biden laptop where it depicted "10% for the big guy" and cut a series of other percentages. Did he profit? Not yet proven true or false, but lots of data to review if DOJ is inclined. Interesting side topic, though. The spending habit that we entered during the prior administration was marked by passage of new spending and continuation of a lack of fiscal oversight, where DOGE depicted some significant flaws in how the federal government actually tracks things like payments (they didn't very much) and lax accounting controls. We also allocated a LOT for things like the Infrastructure Bill ($1.2 trillion) and can't point to very much in the way of projects to which the monies were allocated. It could be argued that the additional spending was done pretty quickly and required the Federal Reserve to print money, thereby causing dilution that in turn spiked inflation in consumer prices. To counteract that, The Fed then decided that cooling inflation required raising interest rates, which in turn has had a chilling impact on the affordability of housing. It also froze the hiring market since companies couldn't predict how markets would expand or contract, so there are a lot of people that have been out of work and since fallen off the unemployment rolls. My own livelihood certainly took a hit and many others haven't recovered from that completely. In the classic sense, we didn't hit a traditional recession, but the economic indicators don't seem to paint a rosy picture of his stewardship. And prior to the election in '24, every single poll reflected that a majority of the electorate felt the economy had suffered during his administration, or that respondents had more confidence in Trump from an economic standpoint. I'll grant that the entirety wasn't his handiwork, but his cabinet and handlers weren't as focused on economics as they were on other concerns.

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right after the piss party. I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held. It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door. As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.) I was the third man in. I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter… I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar. Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up. Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy. The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool. The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel. Mouths open and eyes pleading. I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up. It is. I gulp some water. I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs. (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…) I go over to talk to them. And grope. We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch. “I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth. I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth. I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue. He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat. Only then does he really lick and suck it. I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. They wander off. I get some head from a guy in his 40’s. He asks for piss. I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong. That does not put him off—it excites him. It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows. I keep chugging water. And getting my dick sucked. Finally, I feel like I have some piss. I see the bear couple at the sling. The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard. It covers a good portion of his chest. They welcome me. The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling. The top fucks him hard. “Got piss?” White Beard grunts out. The bear next to me does. He covers the man’s chest and beard. I stroke my cock. “You should fuck him,” says the top. “You want this big dick up you?” White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. The top pulls out. I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack. I stand up and fuck. It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard. He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut. As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out. The bottom is right there to clean my cock. He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz. “Now fuck me…” He bends over, holding onto the sling frame. I push into his ass. “Fuck him good,” barks the top. He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover. I fuck. Hard. The top points his cock at us and unleashes. I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard. I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots… * I notice a bearded Latino. He is fucking a lot of guys. Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs. He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch. He fucks a fourth guy. He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks. He pulls out. Pisses. The guy moves away—very happy. “That’s a big dick.” I grin and nod. To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place. I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls. After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls. He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean… * My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here. We have chatted. He’s sucked my cock in front of others. I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth. We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right. We head to the sling. It’s canvas—and soaking wet. There is a lake of piss under it. He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups. I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack. He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going. I lick and prod and spit it back into him. From a bystander: “Fuck him with that big cock!” I keep rimming. Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him. His eyes go big. It feels so much better here in the sling. I begin a slow fuck. Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. “If you have piss, cover him,” I say. “Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats. I fuck. One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest. My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch. But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing. He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls. My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him. I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. The guy aiming at his chest is done. The other pisser is finally petering out. I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin. When I’m done, I hunker down. I eat his piss covered hole. TGWT moans. Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose. I slurp some up and push it into him. I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream. I stand up. It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless. I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole. He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off. I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs… (More to cum…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet June 6, 2024

What on earth would be the point of that? Like wearing a raincoat in the shower. Or asking to be knocked up when you've been on PrEP for considerable time.

Or he could be like the hecklers who sit on the sidelines downvoting posts without having the courage to contribute and subject their own views to critique. Right? 😆

Yep

Especially in this case. Seems kind of rude to refuse the load if a top is kind enough to offer to convert you...

The highlighted section was what made me laugh, @harrysmith25. Not laughing at you, just at your sense of wit. Staggering Biden was overtaken by Collapsing Springsteen that's become viral on X today. Before I was just another Jersey boy who didn't like "The Boss". 🤣

I grew up with a friend , before High School , having fun - sleep overs in his house - his older brothers sharing their beer - smoking weed - soon a get together ! My close friend sharing the bed - soon things happening between us . Soon, touching - sucking me off and kissing me with cum loads . I thought it was the booze and weed but he took on more . Later - him and his older brothers taught me sucking and swallowing cum loads - much more !

Cum should always go dep in the hole

I’m working on something like this but with a broader scope .

I'd say you are doing just fine. The only guys that can take cock all at once are unusually talented, had toys or cocks in them earlier, or are pain pigs and love cock wrecking their hole. A few minutes to get you loosened up for deep fucking sounds pretty fast to me!

Dm me i can help coordinate if you don’t mind sharing some of your plunder lol

After much practice I was able to do that when I was a teenager- I actually used it to get dick by betting guys that i could do it and consistently winning the bet! But i couldn’t do it now if my life depended on it

If I could do that, I don't think I'd leave the house much. 🤣

very fuckin' hot - wish that was my hole

I'd consider getting a " doorman" buddy. It might scare a few guys off, but I'd feel safer. Just a thought.

For some reason, I'm having trouble finding dick over 40. If a guy is under 30, then I remind them in case they didn't read my bio, that I'm poz and undetectable. Once I have that out of the way, I'm good to go. With older guys, I never ask. Neither do they.

I was a skinny swimmer with super flexible body. I loved being able to get my cock into my mouth and blow a load . It was a really good way to stretch my body before a swim meet. I e not done it in ages, but I’m keen to try. I just think I’ve got to get a bit more trim around my waist. I feel my cock is longer now so it could work. Anyway, when I first saw the title of this topic, I was think the subject was about giving head in your automobile….which is something I did today, sucked a huge 8.5” cock all the way to the hilt. He gave me a few huffs of poppers and my throat totally relaxed and I got him all the way down and used my throat muscles to milk him.

same here - can not wait - have had something like that happen to me !

There is really not much left to do but luck up my load again. Just 2 things I feel are unresolved, @earlystart: first, I think there's one more of the original 3 that hasn't fucked the boy, poor Dominic. And second, one more time with Dad, maybe at home, just to set the stage for the pair's future. Please? Pretty-please??

The foreskin contains an absorption pathway due to the presence of mucous membrane. This is why uncircumcised individuals may be at a slightly higher risk of HIV transmission during sexual activities. However, the risk is considered relatively low, especially when compared to other transmission routes. The urethra, which is also lined with mucous membrane, is considered a minor pathway of absorption. This is because substances would need to travel a considerable distance before reaching major blood vessels. Unless you get additional added horn from doing it, I'd just do the drugs normally.... but a lot of people do as you are combining the drug and the sex activities directly and not just doing them on drugs. It's like blowing out loads of meth when you go down on someone, most seem to get off on it, I see it as wasting drugs!

Nope, I don’t ever ask status. I rarely am asked mine either. In fact, if a guy is carrying a charged load I am 100% more interested in riding him bareback.

Chapter 5 I get cleaned up, throw on shorts and t-shirt and take a couple hours to catch up on the world. I check in at work but things are pretty slow and my assistant asks me how things are going with the new renter. I tell her it’s been great though I haven’t seen much of Tom in the last couple of days due to his busy schedule. I hang up, jot down a list of stuff I need to get at the grocery store and then check my personal email. Shit, I’ve not looked since Friday, and the email box is pretty full. Most everything is junk but there is one from the company I ordered stuff for the play space saying I should expect a delivery on either Wednesday or Thursday and that the drivers will assemble and install. Glancing through, it looks like the fuck bench and St. Andrews cross are the delivery. I made a mental note to see if Tom is going to be around. As I head out the door my phone rings and it’s sure enough it’s the delivery guy, Jamie introduces himself saying they have a couple of large special-order items to deliver tomorrow morning. I explained I’d taken a couple days off and had just seen the email from Friday and I’ll need to get back to them as I’ll need to arrange something. Then Jamie says they made great time and are about an hour and a half out of town and could deliver later this afternoon if that worked better. I tell Jamie that it would be fantastic if it wasn’t asking too much. He dismisses that and says it would help them get home a day early, so they’d be more than happy to do so. He says they can be here around 3:30 if that works. Glancing at the clock, I say I really appreciate him being able to accommodate my schedule. I rush to the store, getting back just as the truck is pulling up. Jamie and his assistant are stepping out of the truck as I walk up. Jamie introduces himself and Trevor and apologizes for not being in uniform as they weren’t planning on doing this today. Well, these two guys are as hot as fuck. Both are in deep cut white muscle tanks tops, cargo shorts and boots. They are both burley muscle studs. Jamie’s deeply tanned, covered in ink, has a hairy chest, a two-day shadow of a beard, and is clearly packing a massive cock if the bulge in his pants is an accurate indicator. Trevor has dirty red hair, is clean cut but definitely spends a lot of time in the gym. He’s got a broad chest, massive shoulders, arms and legs. His hairless chest is amazing and is clearly pierced in both nibbles that strain the shirt. His only ink is a biohazard symbol with a sun bursting around it on his bulging left deltoid muscle. Trevor’s cargo shorts are tight, showing off his tapered waist, sculptured ass and, while not Jamie’s straining bulge, appears to be blessed in the crotch as well. Jamie asks me to show him where the stuff is going, so I escort him through the house out across the pool deck to the casita. Clearly impressed, he comments on what a great setting it is, how refreshing the pool looks and as I open the door at the top of the stairs just grins saying what an amazing space this is going to be. I show him where the back drive is to make delivery easier and as Jamie backs down the drive. As he is getting out of the truck, Tom pulls up in his Charger. Sexy as hell, Tom emerges from his car, bare chested with his shirt hanging from his back pocket. As I introduce Tom and tell him about the delivery there is no question, Jamie and Trevor are checking him out. As they are talking, you can just see Tom sizing the guys up and from the look in his eyes, he’s already formulating a plan. Tom offers to help and says he’ll be right back after he pees. Trevor is definitely checking out Tom’s ass as Tom heads inside. I tell the guys I need to get my groceries out of the car as Tom remerges from inside. Grabbing a small box, Tom leads the guy’s upstairs, each one carrying a long box on their shoulders. Tom apologizes for the temperature but explains we just finished renovating the space and the thermostat isn’t working and it doesn’t seem to cool below 80 degrees. Jamie says, its not a problem and they are more than used to working in warm temperatures. After 5-6 trips the guys are all sweating heavily and Jamie asks Tom if they can lose the shirts due to the heat. Tom, pleased they didn’t catch his ruse on the thermostat, grins and tells them to make themselves comfortable. It takes just a few minutes for Trevor and Jamie to assemble the cross. Tom shows them wear to attach it to the wall and offers to get the guys some beer, telling them he’ll be right back. When Tom returns, they have unboxed all the components for the fuck bench and hands both an ice-cold beer from the case he brought with him. Trevor and Jamie down them quickly, clearly thirsty and Tom hands them another. Jamie asks if he and I are a couple and Tom explains, more friends with benefits and he’s living in the casita. Jamie comments on what a great space it is, and Tom explains the plans for the room. Jamie tells Tom two-thirds of the time they are delivering equipment to straight couples so this is a great trip working for a couple of hot guys and really compliments Tom on the space and sees his vision. Tom looks at Trevor and compliments him on the tattoo and says, looks like they have something in common and asks if he’s on meds. Trevor says, fuck no man, I’ve been poz for 3 years now, and not about to let lethal drugs into the body he’s worked so hard developing. Plus, he feels better than ever and seems to just be as horny as fuck all the time. Tom looks at Jamie and asks what about him. Jamie says that he and Trevor started working together about a year ago and, who could turn Trevor’s body down. Jamie says, he got the fuck flu about six months ago and hasn’t decided what to do yet but the doctor is telling him he needs to get treated as his viral load is off the charts. I walk in the room as Tom asks the guys if maybe they’d like to stay a while and demonstrate how to properly use the equipment. Tom shares that he’s trying to convert me and would love to wreck my hole as all three of them blast my hole with their toxic seed. Tom hands both another beer to replenish their now empty ones. Jamie guzzles down the third beer and says, hell yes, let’s get this thing assembled and bolted down. I guess this means I’ll be taking cock this afternoon. Not that I’m complaining but shit Tom didn’t even ask. Getting over myself, I glance at the three of them. Trevor’s build is exactly what I imagined, smooth, massive pecs, broad chest and biceps the size of my ankles. You could bounce a quarter off his solid, rare, 8 pack abs with just the hint of a treasure tail trailing into his shorts. His nipple rings are a heavy gauge and are barbells with spiked ends. His legs are impressive and with his taper and trim waisted, its easy to see he has to be packing an impressive cock. Jamie on the other hand is a classic muscle bear. He has a nice amount of body hair, a well-defined chest and solid abs though not as well defined as Trevor. His arms, biceps and shoulders are solid and show off his tattoos nicely. He has an intricate tribal type vining pattern that covers half his chest, flowing down the left side of his torso and then curling into a broad circle around his naval that then disappears into his shorts along his heavy treasure trail. Nestled in the center near his naval is a scorpion with an arched tail ready to spike its victim. Both arms are full sleeves of geometric totem shapes that play well with the rest. Jamie is clearly packing a massive cock as his bulge is huge, and you can see the thick outline of his penis down his left leg. Damn, these guys are hot and my cock is aching trying to get hard in its cage. They finish putting the fuck bench together and are attaching a series of straps and buckles. Jamie asks if I want it bolted to the floor since there is plenty room where we’ve placed it near a corner. I tell him, yes, that is the plan as Tom points out an anchor spot. I point out how the St. Andrews cross is on the opposite angle and then tell him about the heavy-duty fuck bed and attached sling I ordered from his company and where they will go. As the guys are cleaning up the debris, Tom tells me to put on the black leather jock strap he got me that is laying on the counter in the casita. He offers the guys another beer. While I’m out of the room, I can hear him telling Jamie and Trevor this is going to be one of my first bondage experiences and not to pay attention to my useless caged cock. Jamie says his bladder is full and he needs to pee to which Trevor quickly agrees. As I come back into the room, Tom is stepping out of his shorts and telling the others to do the same. Tom tells me to show the boys the wet area and they both have full bladders that I need to attend to. As Jamie drops his cargo shorts, he displays an enormous cock that is easily 10 inches, and his balls are the size of small lemons. Trevor, not wanting to be the odd man out, steps out of his shorts and while he’s maybe 6.5 inches, his girth is that of a beer can. I drop to my knees in the wet area and Trevor, no longer able to hold it steps up and tells me to take his cock in my mouth. I struggle to get more than the tip in when he starts to flood my mouth with his piss. I swallow as fast as I can and find my mouth almost bursting from the amount to urine but I manage to take most of it down my gullet. Jamie tells Trevor to get out of the way and tells me to go down on him. While his cock is long, its only slightly wider than average and I’m able to take at least 5 inches of his cock as he starts to pee. The force of his deluge is crazy, and I can’t keep up. My cheeks puff up and I’m forced to let his piss flow down my chest and spill to the floor. Tom is now standing beside me and unleashes his own stream onto my face adding to the waterfall. I’m in pig heaven. As his stream slows, Jamie shoves his cock back into my throat as I accommodate him once again. Jamie’s cock is starting to get hard and he slides it deeper into my throat shoving down as far as he can before I gag. He grabs the back of my head and guides his cock back in and manages to get most if down my throat as he starts skull fucking me. I’m managing to get some air through my nose as he pulls slightly out and we keep this up for a few minutes until I start gagging again. Tom grabs the shower hose and sprays me off with cold water causing me to yelp, telling me he hadn’t given me permission to blow anyone. He throws me a towel to dry off and grabs something from a shelf as he walks back over. Pulling me forceable into his chest, he slaps a thick padded leather collar around my neck. Dragging me by the collar he says we are going to tie you to your new fuck bench. You are going to take so much cock tonight that your hole is going to be a fucking mess. You’ll get bred so frequently you’ll be knocked up for sure and no one wants your opinion on the matter. Tom has gone into the hot alpha mode I fucking crave and he looks at Jamie and Trevor and says for them to get me mounted to the bench. Trevor and Jamie are methodically strapping me down both hard as a rock. My ass is slightly raised, and I’m face down with legs spread, cuffed in a kneeling position. My torso is pinned to the board, strapped in multiple places and my arms are spread, elbows resting on two opposite pads effectively having me on my hands and knees with ass pushed high enough for easy fucking. My forearms are cuffed in place. They remove the head rest and install a bar with a large metal ring that opens and clamps around my neck. The device will keep my head in place and with the collar Tom put on earlier, serving as padding, my head is locked in position for easy face fucking. While they are strapping me down, I hear Tom making calls telling multiple guys to come over as the cum dump is ready to be railed. Tom comes over to me, leans down and whispers he’s invited the Cuban guys back, Ivan, Craig. Oh, he hopes I don’t mind be, well he’s also invited, the couple from last night who are paying him two grand each to be part of this. They are both recently pozzed and have viral loads over a million each. They so want a chance to knock someone up before they start their meds. I’m completely at Tom’s mercy but so fucking turned on I agree immediately. Tom tells me the rest of the guys will be here in about a half hour. He’s going to take Jamie and Trevor out to pool as he’d ordered a pizza from Craig who should be here any minute. The poor guys are starved since they haven’t eaten all day and I thought I’d let them cool off in the pool since they have been sweating like pigs with the ac off. I start to complain, but Tom says not to disappoint him, this is going to be an epic fuck. And just so you are in the right frame of mind, he throws a blindfold on me and puts gag in my mouth that he’s soaked the ends of in poppers so when I take a deep breath, I’m getting a good rush. Oh, my fucking god this is so amazing. I hear the guys exiting when Tom says, oh I called your assistant and told her when I got home you were sick as a dog throwing up and had taken you to urgent care where they gave you something for the nausea that knocked you out. I told her you will probably be back to work on Thursday and you will call her in the morning. Shit, what have I gotten myself into? But, Tom’s right this is going to be one intense epic evening. If I’m not knocked up already, I’m definitely going to be by tomorrow.