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Following you already. I am unable to DM on BZ. May I share your "Fuck'd Up" from Lthrbtmboi on my x page and on my thisvid "DickLuva1" profile? Thanks

True. If a bottom doesn’t want to receive my bare cock, I will find the one who will. Not going to try to convince anyone of life choices. I know mine, you do you, I do me.

For me, one of the biggest elements of great sex is the connection of mutual need/desire. Given the individuality and complexities of attraction, i think that factor ranks high for most people? I.e., if i perceive how badly a Guy wants to penetrate, fuck and breed me, that pretty much overshadows a lot of other considerations for me. i hooked with a guy in Palm Springs a few years ago who was wheel chair bound because he had no legs from a childhood motor vehicle accident. His legs were gone, all the way up to his pelvis, which also meant He had no glute muscles as well. i love a Mans ass, but not for fucking, it's just a visual turn on for me... visually, even more than cock? Go figure, and i'm a "total bottom." But He said He wanted to fuck me, and that is all it really took. i'm a critical care nurse, so i don't find it awkward when someone is different, emotionally i've been de-conditioned from social conditioning about that sort of thing. Consequently, we just had pure lust/desire for each other and we had a great time. i touched and kissed him in places few if any ever had, and that unleashed a lot of pent up need and desire in Him, which in turn unleashed a lot of pent up need and desire in me. i think "disabled" is often a misnomer that society uses mindlessly. This guy was different, but He was still quiet able to havre the kind of sex we both wanted/needed.

How was it?

I've been keeping an eye on this topic since it first started, since as a UK resident it directly affects me. But have been also cautious for various reasons. For all those railing against the current UK government, the introduction of age verification for adult content has been on the cards for many years under governments of all different stripes. Folk have said 'voting matters', yet at successive elections none of the main parties has advocated for anything other than continuing this line of practice. If anything they're stuck in a vicious circle of trying to out compete each other on who can be more draconian and curtail more personally liberties, with public discourse being constantly inflamed by our ever more awful newspaper and media commentariat ecosystem. While the internet has made it much, much more easy to access adult content, it is worth recalling that the UK has historically had some of the most stringent anti-porn laws in the western world (which it also exported, via Empire, to other shores). The Obsecenity Act is still active law, first enacted in the 1800s and replacing various royal proclamations, it controls the production and publication of pornographic material. Through other legislation it is also still technically illegal to send obscene material through the post, though in the post-VHS/DVD age this hardly matterns now. While enforcement of these laws has always been somewhat mixed, it's only because of a more relaxed stance at the BBFC (British Board of Film Classification) since the start of the 2000s and the Human Rights Act that "hardcore" pornography has been generally available (in physical form) in the UK. But the Internet makes a mockery of all these previous laws designed for the non-Internet age. These new laws are merely a moden expression of long held moral sentiments and executive perogative to constrain access to what is deemed "obscene material" by the powers that be. The attempts by British governments since the mid-2000s to weaken end-to-end encryption come from a similar admistrative tradition that views citizens as subjects and that 'for the public good' the Crown has an inalienable right to their information. Though government ministers and senior officials seem to routinely forget that weakening end-to-end for one weakens it for all, including them. Returning to the matter at hand, for what it's worth I think the risk and impact of enforcement action being taken out against BZ itself is low, but it's non-zero and therefore I understand the action rawTOP's decided to take. It is also quite possible, probable even, that the UK's ISPs might further restrict access to adult content. Since 2013, UK-based broadband and mobile (cell) providers have been required to 'content filter' users access to the internet, meaning you have had to actively opt-out of content filtering and declare that you want to see "18+" content (porn, gambling, etc). There isn't really anything we (UK users) can do about the situation especially this late in the day, so we have adapt (e.g. getting a VPN) since we're rather a niche community here and not big enough to affect public policy. We also probably don't want the likes of the D*!1y M*!1 snooping around here and getting all Mary Whitehouse on us.

To the gray areas that we lose ourselves in. I am meeting up with Phil today, for the second time after our first date. He made it crystal clear that he isn’t looking for anything serious, that he doesn’t mind friends with benefits, and I’m holding my end of the agreement. I make the long drive over to his place, a one-hour drive across the city, with a six-pack of cider in the passenger seat and excitement in my heart. He meets me at the car park, asks for a hug. I give him one, warm, close, and we make our way into his apartment. He gives me the grand tour and we set up the Switch, play some. We sit a slight distance from each other, but as the night games continue, we sit closer and closer, until my head is on his shoulder. Then he does something unexpected. He interlaces his fingers with mine and we hold hands. This is quite intimate, I think to myself, but I don’t hold back. After a while, I put the controller down, pull him closer, wrap my arms around him, and we lay there on the couch, cuddling, talking about life. Three hours go by. Our tummies are rumbling, so we have dinner, crack open a few bottles of cider and wine. Soon, we’re both slightly drunk, playing Mario Kart on the Switch. It’s getting late, so we head to the bedroom. Of course we don’t sleep. I’m excited to show him clips of Final Destination since he hasn’t seen it before. After a while, I turn off the iPad, lean toward him, kiss him. He’s a great kisser. We’re drunk, and it’s one of the best feelings ever. It’s two in the morning before either of us realises. We get up, shower, head to bed. We don’t end up sleeping until four. The light from the morning sun filters through the thin blinds in his room. Phil’s got an eye mask on, snores lightly, but I’m sensitive to even the slightest light, so I’m wide awake at ten. Phil stirs, leans over, kisses me, and we go at it again. Cuddling. Kissing. The occasional blow jobs for good measure. We talk more about life. The thing is, it gets quite intimate. Much more than you’d expect from a standard friends with benefits. The way we hold each other. The way we look into each other’s eyes. The way we rub noses. It feels couple-ish, but we go with the flow. We lean into it anyway, even though we both know we’re overstepping boundaries. It feels good. But I notice something. I’ve set an emotional ceiling for myself. Cuddling him feels kind of… I don’t know. Hollow? These moments—cuddling, kissing—they’re usually laced with love and emotion. But I know where Phil stands. I know his boundaries. So I don’t let myself feel too much. I don’t let the physical become emotional. And it feels empty to me. Just skin on skin. It feels weird, but I don’t pull back. I don’t want the moment to end. And I still wonder to myself, even now, if this is healthy. I was meant to meet Angelo for our second date today, around 3 or 4pm. It takes about an hour to drive home. Angelo sent me a good morning message but I haven’t replied. It’s 2pm and I’m still at Phil’s. A part of me wants to stay. At 3pm, Angelo sends a message saying he’s got a stomach ache. My heart drops for a second. I have a feeling he made it up because I didn’t reply to him sooner. A second later, I’m excited at the chance to stay longer with Phil. I don’t leave his place until 6pm, after having dinner together. The next day, I don’t hear back from Angelo. I haven’t heard from him since. A part of me thinks I’ve fucked up. That I chose Phil over someone who was showing up for me. But another part is glad it ended the way it did. I’ve been feeling like Angelo and I were surface-level. Like the seed we planted was on shallow ground. And when the hypothetical rain came, it was washed away. Phil and I still text every day, though I’m setting boundaries. I can feel myself falling for him, which I know is a bad idea. He’s already said he isn’t looking for anything serious. I send him one message a day. Just an update. What I’ve been up to. Wishing him well. Sometimes it’s a little flirty. Always warm. Always honest. I don’t know where things are heading between Phil and me. But I hope it’s someplace healthy. For both of us.

This is so hot and horny. I hope Peter gets the opportunity to become a very hot top and enjoys himself when he's had a slam of "happy"

First , my Uncle started me on my Journey craving Cocks - Sex at a very young age ! Single and love to party - drinking - getting High - having Fun ! I was young 19 or 20 - at a very Busy night club - crowed - and been drinking - out side chatting with guys - having Fun ! I needed to pee really bad and did not want to fight the crowd for pissing ! One of the guys said ," Come with me - down a dark alley - he lighted up a joint - smoking - inhaling - then I noticed guys in the Dark alley ! " I was directed to a spot for pissing - really had to go - pissing like a Dog ! this Guy / Friend helping pissing - holding my uncut dick - some of the group of guys looking on - another joint lit up - having hands touching me - been awhile having sex - one thing or another - I was becoming anxious to have Raw sex - did not care - must of been 3 or4 of them ! Now , I became friends - been there about 3 or 4 different times - always Free having drugs - sex - raw loads -my Lucky place !

Thankfully @rawTOP supports the use of VPNs and has been advising folk for a while that they ought to consider getting one. I currently use NordVPN, which has been fairly decent over the years of using it, though I'm considering switching to Proton. Unlike the owner of barebackrt who actively bans VPN users from accessing that site. Using a VPN on my laptop almost always means I can't log in and get a webpage (made by them) accusing me of being a fraudster, rather than wanting privacy from my home ISP or the hotel wifi provider etc. When accessing bbrt on my phone/ipad and have the VPN active, I don't seem to get the warning as often but no idea why since it's the same VPN across all devices.

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Love this story

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my room was literally the first door you came to in the hotel, I am not sure the cleaning lady with the cart of cleaning stuff wanted to see my ass but as you were

I am so fucking turned on when I read the last chapter and blew a very big load. This poz story is such a turn on and is always a great read. I just want another chapter if not more?

Good luck, and enjoy! Make sure to let us know how it goes!

That ass looks amazing, your guy is a lucky man... and if I were him I'd definitley want to share that beauty. Have fun

^Correct. Bare is the ONLY way to go 😉

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You don't need any tips, just enjoy it and make your Top proud. I have had limited experience of gang bangs, but I enjoy them most when I am blindfolded and don't get to see who is fucking me, at least, not until after the session. You just need to trust your Top.

So next time you will know them and pair off with previous guys?

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