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That's the thing. If you could set the wayback machine to before the gangbang, it probably would have been better to make sure they both knew about the other's attraction and let them do what they will with that information. Maybe it would have led to a discrete, ongoing thing. At this point, I'm not sure it ends well. Uncle is on a guilt trip and probably paranoid that others in the family will find out. Nobody knows how nephew will react if he ever finds out but you can probably surmise that he would have wanted to know up front that his uncle was going to fuck him.

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Near Home—May, 2024 So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming. Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday. But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son. Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday. But suddenly his work got in the way of that. Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to reschedule, he went totally quiet. I might have gone back to my usual hunting ground right after he cancelled, but I waited until Friday, thinking it might be better. And indeed, it was. Not perfect, but good. And that was enough… The straight theatre has six or seven men in it. I can’t sit in the cocksucker’s seat. I find one against the wall. There is a man standing against the back wall. His thick dick is out and hard. He doesn’t stroke it. He just stands there. Waiting? With his expressionless face it’s hard to tell. A man, slightly younger than me with a shaved head, is in the cocksucker’s seat. But he doesn’t seem interested in that hard cock two feet from him. A man in front of me is obviously stroking. I can’t see anything, but we can all hear his moist hand beating his dick. He looks only at the screen—so we all assume he wants to be left alone. A man around my age comes in. I recognize him and am fairly sure we’ve played. He is short and flashes a terrific smile at me as he sits in the chair across the aisle from me. He takes his cock out instantly, working it very fast to full erection. There is something about the energy of the room that keeps us apart. I nod to him, stand, stuff my cock back in my pants and go next door. There is a younger bearded man here, his pants around his ankles, stroking a very small cock. I sit and wait. The door opens. The guy with the terrific smile has followed me in. He stands against the back wall, in the corner behind the entrance door, his cock out and—as I soon learn—drooling. I go to him and take the wet shaft in my mouth. He sighs. He let’s me suck. Then he fucks my face a little. But his cock is not as hard now. I figure it out. He needs to be sucking me. I stand. He bends and his mouth sucks me deep into his throat. He’s good. But he’s not going to get my load, ten minutes into my time here. “You close?” he asks. I tell him it feels great, but I’m not close. “I am. You want it?” He straightens up. His cock is rampant again from his sucking me. I go back to my knees and swallow his thick load after just a little more tongue work. He does himself up as I stand. The young bearded man has moved around to watch. As the guy with the smile leaves, the bearded guy asks if he can suck. I let him. He is enthusiastic but not good. His teeth keep catching the edge of my cock head. I tell him to lick my sweaty balls. He is good at that. And loves the flavor. He never goes back to my dick—he stays right there, licking my hairy sack and jerking his tiny dick. When I suggest we take a break, I notice there is a pool of semen of the floor from his cock… * I go back to the straight theatre. Men have shifted. The man with the hard cock (and no takers) is gone. The guy with the shaved head has moved to where I sat originally. He still looks at me like he might want me, but can’t bring himself to make a move. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat. A regular comes in. He is my age and almost twice my weight. He is a talker; he loves to critique the video. He sits next to me and does just that, groping himself first, then replacing my hand in stroking my shaft. The shaved head guy to the side watches us. The long-haired guy goes from stroking me to leaning across me and sucking. It’s a lousy angle. But it feels good enough to let him continue. I finally ask my long-haired sucker to take a break. The shaved head guy stands. Is he finally going to ask to suck me? Nope. He’s out the door. The long-haired guy follows him. I am alone for a moment. The couple, who come here to both suck as much dick as possible, make an appearance. The better sucker—and the one who hates having my cock wet beforehand—smiles at me and leaves. I trade blow jobs with his shaved head partner. He does me first. And, when he’s super hard from sucking me, has me blow him. Neither of us are trying for orgasm. Always restless, he leaves to check in with his partner. I go piss. When I return, there stands the guy with his hard on jutting out of his pants. He does not look at me as I pass him, or when I sit, or even when I pull out my cock to jerk. I fist my dick and he stands there, jutting straight out. Once, after a huge facial on the big screen television, he adjusts himself slightly, pulling his balls free from behind the zipper. Is he just showing off? Or does he want to be sucked? It’s an easy slide out of my seat and onto my knees. If he rebuffs me—who really cares? Without a word my mouth touches his cock. He does not look at me, make a sound or pull away. I take him deep in my throat. He is thick enough to make me really work at it. But I can instantly tell I am doing something right, as his cock begins to precum constantly. I deep throat him again, and then concentrate on his head, swabbing it with my tongue. Drilling into his piss slit. My hands have found his bull balls. I stroke them as I suck. Over and over, my fingers moving behind them to tantalize his perineum. Then my tongue goes to his balls. My hand gently jerks his dick as I lick the wrinkled sack. I still can’t get a sigh, much less a moan, out of him. My tongue on his nuts is increasing the already heavy precum flow. I move back to his cock. I do a repetitive deep throat on him—as if he were fucking my face. Though he still stands stock still. And he’s there. His load is mammoth. Jolt after jolt of semen is spat into my mouth. I swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke or let any get away. It’s an incredibly hot moment. A true reward. He let’s me keep him in my mouth until he’s done. Until I’ve licked up every drop. Until he realizes there is nothing to mop up with the handkerchief he’s found. Now he’s talkative. He thanks me profusely. Tells me how good it was. And how much he needed it after a hard week. He leaves. I walk around. The store has emptied. It’s earlier than I usually leave, but I can’t imagine anything better happening today. I might not have shot—but I leave very satisfied… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Reward: A Mammoth Load May 21, 2024

Sadly, yet another story with a hot start, great potential... then everything goes limp!

Hey. I’m a negative, unprepped bottom living in Brussels. Still pretty new to the scene and figuring things out, but definitely open and eager to explore more. I’m into confident, poz men who know what they want and enjoy taking the lead, especially with someone who’s curious and ready to follow. If you’re around Belgium or nearby, into guiding a guy who’s still learning but very willing… let’s talk.

Unfortunate, but apropos. We've raised an entire generation of people who cannot accept criticism and are precious little snowflakes who've never heard honesty, brutal as it may seem, in their lives. I'll qualify my perspective: I'm Gen X. We came of age in a recession, were criticized for being slackers when we weren't, and we didn't have helicopter parents (ours made us play outside with other kids, meaning that you generally had to be physical). We'd argue with our mates, say unkind words and insults, then run along and do something else as if nothing happened, so we had a thicker skin. I recall being a manager and hiring my first millennial. He could not accept critiques of his work from a boss, no matter how truthful or constructively phrased, and only wanted to cherry-pick the work he liked. In short, he sucked. And I had to put him on a performance plan before eventually sacking him. I tried the nice approach, and also asked him whether the blunt and meaner approach did more to drive the message. He preferred neither and honestly just wanted to be told how great he was, so for him I could have called him lazy, unprofessional, and lacking any drive -- and I did -- and it didn't matter. I didn't have to work with Gen Z'ers, so cannot comment on that. See my above: For many, you can try either and it'll make no difference because it isn't something they want to hear. In managing people, I've often had to be direct and constructive, and they still didn't want to hear it. Logical arguments? Ha! You can forget those, they're no different in their view, and I've had people resort to just lobbing insults your way (for instance, "You're racist" when race was never at issue) versus being able to politely disagree or concede an argument. So for them, you could put lipstick on it and drown it in perfume, but they'll still interpret your intentions as 'mean'. I can't control how someone else accepts feedback. In my view, one is 'constructive' and one is just 'harsh with little redeeming value besides being candid'. It's not about being 'nice'. I'll relate a quick story: I once interviewed with a Hedge Fund (won't say which) where people were very direct and blunt with criticisms. If someone criticized your work, they had to be specific in examples although it could be painful. If they just said "you suck", you could easily respond with "Well that doesn't give me anything actionable, so until you can make your argument, fuck off." One was constructive, one was insulting without actionable guidance. I'll debate the constructive one if you can cite proper arguments to substantiate your point all day, everyday.

Clever. But since you responded to me, I prefer the “say what you mean” line.

Sub BB slut here, living in Belgium too! 🙏🏼

Same here. I’m always caged now. As for this topic, I’ve changed more to thongs than jockstraps. But I’m a hopeless submissive bottom so either works for me. I am at a place to get loads.

"Looking to get fucked." If they can't figure out from seeing me wearing a jock strap and bare ass leather chaps, totally exposing my ass, then I take it that they're looking for something else.

Honestly, although the uncle absolutely loved fucking his blindfolded nephew, after the fact, he suddenly felt really guilty about it. He begged me to not tell the nephew who fucked him. I’m sure feelings will change at some point and they will get together again.

I don't think Elon is controlling the other social media platforms. But yes, the other platforms certainly have their algorithms that are pushing content. I've stopped using Facebook because it was obvious pushing ragebait at me. Now my main platform is reddit and it pushes things like umpire rules forums at me because it knows I like baseball, and twinks it pushes lots of photos and videos of twinks at me cause it knows I'll click.

I think You have a point Rillion. Does your point apply to other social media platforms or are you asserting that X is unique in that respect?

My friend had giardia from eating ass and it seems awful. It took a while to diagnose so he had terrible diarrhea for a while. this sucks especially since I’ll recently gotten into eating ass and felching.

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I posted this on another thread, but has Jon Phelps from Slammed done other porn? I can’t find him anywhere else

Disclaimer: Just because I reply, doesn't mean I know what I'm talking about. There are a couple thing I can think of that may be going on. First, HIV and PreP medication doses are higher than needed for viral suppression. These meds are (almost) as effective if taken every other day compared to taken daily. One reason they are prescribed as a daily med is that it is easier for people to remember to take them daily instead of trying to remember an alternate day regimen. Even though you are missing doses, it could be that you are still taking enough to maintain viral suppression. Another possibility is that you are an "elite controller" which means your body is able to keep the virus under control on its own. It would be good to talk to your doctor about it and they could test for or monitor your ability to maintain viral suppression without meds, or they might switch you to one of the newer, longer lasting meds like the injectable which is one dose every two months. I hope you're able to continue keeping the virus under control. Reduced meds means lower costs and lower impacts to your liver and kidneys.

Dad and son, sling, ass eating, felching, bathhouse

I picked other as I wouldn't call him an ally but he was better than other Popes.

You can tell the truth without being mean about. Both of these can be true statements: "Wow, you are fat!" "It would be better for your health if you lost some weight." Is one nicer and one meaner? Are they both mean?

X is whatever Elon wants the algorithm to push to your feed.

Well, yeah. Since everybody has different susceptibilities, you do sort of have to figure out how far you can go on your own. Some guys with sensitive skin may start to feel chafed after being wet for less than an hour, while others can go all day without a problem. If you want to be wet, and know you are prone to rashes or fungal infection, you can try to be proactive to reduce or prevent the likelihood of an occurrence. Basic strategy is to apply something that acts as a barrier between the wet stuff and your skin. You can try baby oil / mineral oil (they're the same thing except baby oil adds a fragrance) Oiling your crotch can get you feeling a little raunchy even before you piss yourself. If you are prone to fungal infections, apply an athlete's foot / jock itch ointment proactively to areas it is most likely to effect. If your foreskin gets irritated easily, you could try applying a little bit of antibiotic ointment to cut down on bacterial growth. You need to figure out your own limits as to how long it's comfortable to be wet, and avoid going longer. When your play session is over, unfortunately, you need to wash it off. As much as you may like to stay wet, It's important to wash and dry yourself to keep any potential rashes at bay. And once you're clean and dry, if you're still horny, you can wet yourself again. For daytime wear, I think piss stained undies work well. After a series of repeated wetting, they'll take on a strong stale piss aroma that fills the air around you whenever you open your pants. The key is to dry them quickly and thoroughly (but without heat) after they are wet. A blower fan works great for this. Let them rest a day then piss them again. Once you've pissed in them a few times, they should be ready to wear. If you've dried them well between wettings, and you're not overly sensitive, they shouldn't irritate your skin to wear. Make several pairs so you can trade off everyday. And remember, you don't have to limit yourself to just piss stains. You could dedicate a pair to wiping your smeg off everyday. Or, you can make one pair an old school cum rag. Or, if you bottom, push out a few loads of ass slime, lube, and cum into a pair so it smell like raunchy sex. That way, you can have a different aroma to arouse you every day. That's a basic idea. Beyond that, just be creative and have fun.