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Regular for longer sessions and random to unload quickly. I wish I had more regulars but on the other hand it is hot to know that my DNA is spread.

You'll take whatever position you wish @tobetrained. Honestly I don't care. I have no expectation that others agree with me. My position, the shut down was caused by Republicans. They have all the power. If Republicans wanted to end it, they could. The Dem position is well stated, I don't need to beat it to death. They won't agree until R's actually negotiate, which the R's refuse to do. Dems are in DC. Repub's are on vacation. There are a ton of other things to improve how our democracy progresses, but that won't ever happen with Nazi rule or one party take the position that they own every correct thought and action. (which is MAGA right now)

I’m the same as you. I don’t get a choice. But am opposite and need the loads deep in my ass.

I love taking it all over my face and in my mouth while people watch.

Accepting one's place into the fraternity is hot.

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HA! very informative @PozBearWI. I'm saying nothing Lee Saunders -- the head of AFSCME -- said on October 1. But, ultimately, we can't... to your point. [think before following links] https://www.afscme.org/press/releases/2025/afscmes-saunders-shutting-down-the-government-wont-hide-the-health-care-crisis-that-anti-worker-extremists-started And now both the Federal Workers Union and Air Traffic Controllers Union have demanded as well. But, I'm sure they're all stupid in your book too...?

Mmmmmhmmmm I love that feeling. It's so sloppy and warm and you get so stretched open.

The only time I like it when a guy pulls out is when he’s gonna blow his load all over my pussy while videotaping and proceeds to fuck his load in an out of me

Absolutely. If you go in raw you finish raw. I've never understood people that fuck raw then pull out to cum it's a complete waste.

I'm great at pulling out, I always do exactly when I intend to. I like to tell bottoms this if they're nervous about letting me in bare. The best part about this promise is that I never said I was going to pull out before I mark them with my cum.

Indeed. I was surprised that Joe ran for 24 at all. At the time he announced I shook my head and said something akin to "this isn't going to turn out well". And it didn't. Kamala gave it a good run for her 107 days; but indeed, it was fucked up from day 1 as the primaries were already done. Dems were running a candidate that did not have the benefit of primaries, save for the shaky point that had Joe died; she was the elected logical successor. As a party, I believe dems are well aware they fucked up and we are where we are. Now it's "where to from here". It appears that dems are reinventing themselves, and thankfully, there is no figurehead.

Yeah, I think he came inside you. Lol. I'm sure he was clean too.

This is just a datapoint. While the results of this election suggest the tides are shifting, be mindful that doesn't mean they have shifted.

The old adage applies, we can't fix stupid...

Chapter 3 Friday, June 2, 1993, 11:18 PM I hear a few clanks and claps, and then master stops and says, "Are you ready for your birthday present, faggot?" With His cock suctioned in my mouth, I gag out, "Yes, sir." I'm pulled off master by the four mentors and placed in a leather-like hammock. My legs are put into these U-shaped things on either side, leaving them up, open, and rested. master, with a shit-eating grin, gives me one of those brown bottles and says, "Indulge yourself, faggot." He goes down on my hole again as He grabs at my armpits and places His thumbs on my nipples, teasing me mercilessly. I whimper in pleasure as I sniff the bottle, and then grab the chains with my hands so I can feel some restriction in my arms. master comes up for air, gives me a kiss as I feel the tip of His cock knocking on my back door, ready to plunder. My body starts to tingle from the tension of His touch and the building pressure on my special place, making me quiver with anticipation. I grab His neck and loudly say, "My faggot hole is yours, sir.” He kisses me with His tongue down to my throat, deeply with passion, and slowly enters with my birthday present, stretching me wide. I moan without restraint as I grab at His backside for dear life, urging Him deeper. I spread my legs as far apart as possible to welcome Him into His new home, my hole quivering with anticipation and desire. Masters entrance, a welcomed pain, fills my rectum with newly discovered expansion, witnessed by my curling toes and the uncontrollable shaking of my legs. My muffled cries and gasps only fuel His long entrance past my second ring. My moan deepens in tone to a depth I've never uttered before, a guttural sound of pure submission. Finally, I feel Masters balls rest on my taint. He is fully inside of me, claiming every inch of my tight, willing hole, owning me completely. I look directly into His eyes, and as I use my tongue, I utter the muffled words, "Please... Fuck me, now," in an even deeper, more primal tone of want, never offered before. He collects both of my wrists and holds them together, pressing against the chain, and with His right hand, He grabs my right ass cheek and digs in an extra quarter inch, making me jump and moan. "Uhhh," He starts to pull out, teasing me with a rush of blood to His cock, forcing me to clench His hand for dear life, desperate for more. Slowly out and in, the world is invisible to me. This man and His cock is all there is, pounding into me with relentless intensity. In and out all over again; my friends, my new found brothers in depravity, jealously witnessing my bliss, their eyes hungry with lust. He repeats His motions as harry and danny each come to my sides and suck on an armpit, their tongues leaving wet trails on my skin, heightening my pleasure. master frees His hand from my ass and places it around my throat, pushing inward, noticeably restricting my breath, making me lightheaded with pleasure. harry restrains one arm, and danny the other. master places His other hand on my chest to grab at some flesh to make a handle, using me like a toy for His pleasure. He increases His thrusts into me as I wail uncontrollably in ecstasy, my body convulsing with each powerful stroke, lost in a sea of sensation. My eyes rolled back, that little bottle placed to my nostril, and I huff like it's my last breath; the scent of His cologne and my own musk filling my nostrils. "Oh My God uhhhhh, FUCK ME." master makes good use of me, my legs flailing about like a floundering fish, completely at His mercy. My ass spasms with each withdrawal, clenching tightly around His cock, trying to keep Him inside, never wanting this to end. "Oh my God, sir, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," and then I hear master say, "Here's my load, faggot." "Ughh," my ass and His cock rhythmically spasming in harmony as I explode all over master’s face and chest, my cum mixing with His sweat, a sticky mess of our combined lust. He says, "Yum. Tastes like faggot to me," as He licks His lips, savoring the taste of my release, a trophy of His conquest. After a complete draining of His balls, the emptiness He leaves by His withdrawal is blatantly obvious; for I am in bliss, my hole gaping and aching from the intense fucking, feeling utterly used and satisfied. He kisses me and says, "Happy birthday, faggot." Unable to move, I remain where I am, euphoric with a tingling sensation throughout my body, my nerves still tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. I am truly a happily used faggot, marked and claimed by my master, forever changed by this encounter for I have been cunted. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 12:09 AM harry’s mentor orders him to one of the padded logs; from behind he offers harry a sniff of that bottle as his leash is reattached, and then proceeds to mount him for all to see. harry whimpers in pleasure as he maintains the number one position. With each thrust; we see him deepening his surrender to the cock inside him, his body quivering with each powerful stroke. His ass jutting out, back arched, and arms extended, offering his face for others to witness, a picture of pure submission and desire. arthur is placed beside harry and mounted like his boyfriend. The two holding hands, enjoying their holes being slowly fucked on display for everyone, their moans and gasps filling the air, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Then danny and I are placed in front of them, fed the bottle, and mounted as well. The four of us, best friends since childhood, now united in our shared depravity and lust. All watch unknown masked men use each other's bodies for their pleasure and an audience stroking their cocks to our lustful submission, their eyes hungry with desire as they await their turn. Looking into each other's eyes, we see something in each other that we've never noticed before. My friends are absolute degenerate faggots, and so am I. We are nothing but total sluts, allowing unknown masked men to have us without shame, our bodies mere vessels for their pleasure. We watch over each other as one man finishes inside one of us and is then quickly replaced by another who awaits their turn, our holes stretched and used, filled with their seed. We yell, "FUCK me sir, fuck my hole sir, cum in my faggot hole sir, breed me sir, I need your cum sir." We're all competing with each other to become the most depraved version of our faggot selves, our bodies aching and sore from the relentless pounding. After all of my new found brothers have successfully bred us, our holes now flooded with their cum, our asses used and stretched beyond our understanding, feeling utterly both ruined and satisfied. I feel my brothers cum slowly oozing out. Little by little, no matter how hard I try to keep it inside, I can't. I see it in my friends' faces they are clenching just as I am, our bodies betraying us, wanting to keep those precious loads inside. We don't want the cum to stay in us; we NEED THE CUM TO STAY IN US. Compelled by an unknown force, I found myself drawn to danny's rear, an insatiable urge to taste the forbidden driving me forward. I began to suck on his cum-filled hole, my tongue probing and exploring every crevice with a fervor that surprised even myself. The mix of flavors was intoxicating, a heady blend of our brothers' essence and the musk of his body, a potent cocktail that fueled my hunger. I could feel danny's ass clenching around my tongue, his body desperate to hold onto the precious nectar inside him. But I was relentless, driven by a primal need to savor every last drop. As I sucked and licked, I felt danny's hands on my body, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my flesh. Our moans mingled, a symphony of pleasure and desperation. We were both on the edge, our bodies trembling with the effort of holding back the inevitable. I broke away briefly, my breath ragged, and looked right into danny's eyes. They were wild with desire, mirrored by my own. We fell to the ground, our bodies entwined, limbs tangled in a frenzy of need. Our hands roamed, exploring each other's asses, fingers probing and stretching, preparing for the onslaught of our tongues. On the ground, we sixty-nined with a ferocity that belied our exhaustion, our tongues diving deep, seeking out every last drop of cum. The taste was overwhelming, a heady mix of salt and musk, a reminder of the primal acts that had brought us to this point. We licked and sucked, our tongues working in tandem, determined to savor every bit of our brothers' essence. Arthur and Harry, inspired by our fervor, joined us on the ground, their bodies pressing against ours as we formed a tangled, writhing mass of flesh and desire. The lawn was filled with the wet sounds of our tongues and the occasional moan of pleasure, a symphony of our shared lust and submission. Our hands roamed freely, forcing each other's asses open, allowing our tongues to penetrate deeper, to taste the very essence of our brothers. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, as our bodies betrayed us, craving more even as they were pushed to the brink. The world outside faded away, leaving only the here and now, the shared experience that had bonded us in a way no words could describe. Our bodies ached with the intensity of our acts, but the pleasure was worth every moment of discomfort. We were lost in a world of pure sensation, our minds and bodies forever changed by the experience. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 02:27 AM Unaware of anything but the taste and texture of danny's freshly fucked-out hole. The fire has dimmed to a flicker, the only light coming is from the moon casting an eerie glow on our entwined bodies. The tables cleared, and the area picked up, the remnants of our lustful encounter scattered about; a testament to our shared depravity. Our mentors collect us one by one, tugging at our leashes, and walk us inside the house to our assigned quarters, our bodies aching and sore, but content and satisfied with this evening. When we get inside, my mentor says, "Aren't you a filthy faggot, huh, boy?" Looking down at myself, I see I'm covered in dirt and grass adhered to my body from dried cum and slobber, my skin sticky and smeared with the evidence of our lustful encounter. My knees are stained green, as is my side, the grass and earth clinging to my sweat-slick skin. My Mentor walks me into the shower, commanding me to hold my hands up as the Omega scrubs me down thoroughly, his rough hands and abrasive cloth removing the layers of grime and cum, revealing the raw, used flesh beneath. My Mentor unleashes me and says, "Now scrub the Omega, then the Beta, the Alpha, and finally my mentor with his defining treasure trail." I've tasted and explored every inch of their bodies before, but now only with my hands, my fingers tracing the contours of their muscles and the curves of their asses, remembering the taste and feel of them. As I clean them, I can't help but give myself another taste here and there, my tongue darting out to lick at a particularly enticing spot, savoring the last remnants of our shared lust. All that goodness going down the drain, what a waste, I think to myself, a pang of regret washing over me as I watch the evidence of our pleasure disappear. I dry them off like my parents did when I was a child; with tender loving care, my hands gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to the rough handling we've endured. Afterwards, my mentor hops into the bed and commands me to join him, his eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction, a promise of more to come. He holds my boyish body with an embrace and says, "faggot bindel, you are one of my boys now, and no harm will ever come to you." We are a pack, the five of us that is; a family of faggots, bound by our shared lust and submission. I curl up on my mentor, feeling my pack brothers' flesh around me, like a dog, I am comforted by the warmth and their embrace, their bodies a haven of safety and pleasure. I pass out snuggled in their arms, feeling safe and at peace in this world, my body sated and content, ready to face whatever tomorrow may bring, together with my pack, my family, my brothers in arms and in lust.

Wife just walked out to drive kids to school and head to work, i had sniffies on the screen. I've been chatting with this guy with a nice sized cock and he's a "chaser" (wink wink) he HMU the other day saying he wanted to impregnate me but we just had trouble connecting. he was active, and i told him i was free, said he'd be over in about 10 minutes, i opened the front door, turned on some porn and bent over the couch, i slide a plug in my ass and waited. He showed up, and just as i love, slid in with few words said. he had a nice big hard cock and told me he was going to impregnate me, left a nice big load dripping. trying to take a few more today my day is pretty light for work WOOOF

From my own personal experiences, I would say that a regular partner offers a deeper connection and exploration. The first time with anyone is always a tad awkward, and things can be a little clumsy, especially if your sex goes beyond tab A into slob B. I'm a BDSM and ass play/FF guy, and for that type of play I get into, I need to know my partner well enough to gauge where he is at. Pushing a limit is hot, but it must be done at his pace. Rushing things can be dangerous, especially when my hand is up his ass. Breathing, moans, and muscle twitches are all signals from his body that indicate where he is at and how much more he can take. Paying attention to these subtle cues is crucial for a safe and satisfying experience. For instance, if his breathing becomes shallower or more erratic, it might signal that he's approaching his limit. Similarly, a sudden tension in his muscles or a change in the pitch of his moans can indicate discomfort or a need to slow down. Communication is key, both verbal and non-verbal. Before engaging in any play, it's essential to establish safe words and signals. This ensures that both partners feel comfortable and secure, knowing that they can stop or slow down the action at any time. Trust is built over time, and with a regular partner, you can explore each other's boundaries more freely, knowing that you have a shared understanding and respect for each other's limits. In BDSM and ass play, the art of reading your partner's body language is as important as any technique. It's about being present, attentive, and responsive to his needs and signals. For example, if he pushes his ass back against your hand or finger, it's a clear sign that he wants more. Conversely, if he pulls away or tenses up, it's a signal to ease off or stop altogether. The beauty of a regular partner in this context is the ability to build on previous experiences, to learn from each other, and to grow together. Each session becomes an opportunity to delve deeper, to push boundaries gently, and to discover new heights of pleasure and submission. It's a journey of trust, exploration, and mutual satisfaction, where the connection between partners is as important as the physical acts themselves. In conclusion, while the initial encounters might be awkward or clumsy, a regular partner provides the foundation for a deeper, more fulfilling exploration of BDSM and Assplay. It's about respect, communication, and a shared journey of discovery, where both partners can safely and confidently push their limits.