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This story is a great work of art and is incredible. Thanks to the two authors who have great minds to produce such detailed and erotic chapters. All I can say is more, more, more

Went to the baths at the end of the weekend and met up with a big furry Dominant bear i've played with before. I got us a room and fuck he's a sexy man. Kissing and servicing him and him fucking me agressive. Haven't been fucked agressive in a while I needed it so bad. He almost bred me but he needed some air because the room was hot. After the break I rode his cock. His cock has a fat head I loved it. He loved me whimpering and moaning and whinning while I was riding him. He shot a huge fucking load in my hole. I loved being fucked and bred by him. We will get together again soon. I played with another guy after a muscular furry daddy. He was so furry I sucked his nipples, serviced his cock and I asked him to fuck me. He had a nice big and thick cock. He fucked me but I was a little tight and worn from the man fucking me before. He slipped out for a moment and I forgot my poppers. We took a break and I went back to my room and went back to his later. We finished what he we started and he fucking used my ass and the poppers helped a lot. I just loved him fucking me rough until he decided to breed me. He also shot a huge load in me. After that I found a bottom near the play space. But he said he had too many loads in him when I was fucking him and he was near his limit so I stopped. I found a furry bear cub in the dry sauna. He had an incredible furry ass. Turned out we've played before. We went to my room and I had fun fucking him until I bred him. He was a sweet and sexy man we've played before and we'll play again in the future. I found a southern redneck type man downstairs afterwards. He wanted his cock sucked so I took him back to my room. He was very verbal when I was sucking him and he shot a decent size load in my throat. I was happy to service him and swallow his load. It was a fun night I got to breed and got bred twice.

Today Greenhouse sauna Luton

I'm only going to do it if it will be filmed.

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Hmmm... I understand how you got to laiz a faire, but I wouldn't call it that. To say that, I think, one would have to say there should be no restrictions "just cuz." I'm not doing that. Here's a medical analogy: Let's say someone falls down and gets hurt. You see a gash on their head and they say it hurts. You give them a couple ibuprofen. But you can't see the internal bruising elsewhere nor know their clotting problem. So now you've made things worse in your attempt to fix a real problem. [let's assume these descriptions actually make medical sense???] I'm making the case fixing the money issue is the ibuprofen. The backroom deals of political influence are left unchecked and overcome all else. And that's before you get to the corporate messaging on issues. Outside of the analogy, I look at candidate financing not as a corruption additive to backroom influence, it's an offset...like two waves which can cancel each other out (to some degree). And importantly, large contribution are public knowledge -- you know about Musk, Soros, etc. -- and can backfire as much as help. Backroom influence from special interest groups are in the shadows. You said, "i do not mean to present this as a all or nothing proposition, but more as an ongoing refining or evolutionary process." I didn't take it that way. You said, "...but believe i am independently outraged lol. " Then be outraged by the influence too! It's just as insidious. I would suspect, you would be less outraged by money if public disclosure of large financial contributions was not known. What would happen if these special interest groups had to publish their candidate pledges/questionnaires, release all data on fundraising and expenditures during election windows -- even not election-related. It might be easier to be angry if that info was made public. But it's in the shadows. Here in yellow is where we disagree immensely, "...give everyone an equal voice..." To me, equality ends with one person one vote as that is our voice, if you will. There is NOTHING implied in democracy beyond equality of the vote as anything more moves into the realm of ideology. to that end, the quoted phrase is aligned to notions around collectivism...which I'm less inclined to follow vs. individualism (if forced into an either-or). Let's take these one by one: "i'm outraged by a president taking a gift of a jet": as far as I understand, that gift is property of the US. I could be wrong. But to make your statement you do not recognize other cultures and the 1000s of years of trade and political interaction history of cultures across Eurasian steppes -- Middle East to China. Gift-giving was the basis of political dialog. You don't have to like it, but in being outraged are you A) trying to force other cultures to observe your social norms? B) Looking to be outraged when simple "dislike" works? "tearing down a chunk of the White House": the White House has gone through major revisions many times. This might be more ludicrous than most but far from unique. So what outrages you? Can't you simply dislike it? "our supposed checks and balances not working": They are being strained, maybe more so than in the past. But what's not working and who is the cause? I would argue Congress is at fault for much if not all of this after decades of abdicating its authority to a President -- both parties, they complain when out of power but do the same when in power. So to whom are you directing your outrage? [...I'm ducking!!...]

I never saw the point of trying to conceal my identity at the bath house. Everyone is there for the same reason.

I need to do this!!!!! Toledo Ohio here

If anyone is from northern Wisconsin, the UP, or northern Minnesota, hit me up!

Per the Western Exposure website, it looks like there is a BearUnion orgy scheduled at CCBC on Saturday the 21st from 8pm to 4am. [think before following links] https://www.westernxposure.net/bearnaked Oddly, it isn't showing up on the BearUnion, CCBC calendars or BBRT party listing. It looks like I probably can fly down on Saturday and spend a full week in Palm Springs, so I probably will.

I recall posting about this bath somewhere else on this site, so forgive me if this is repetitious . My 1st year away from rural home and going to college in NYC, was a great period of exploring. I think I walked Gay St in the Village for an hour expecting gay men to come falling out of the sky, but got better clued in walking around Christopher St. I would read the Village Voice weekly, and it always had ads for the gay theaters in Manhatten like the Adonis, Gaiety, etc. And one issue had a full story on the Continental Baths and the performers who put on shows there to gay men in towels. That weekend, I made my way wayyyy uptown and found the Continental. The window guy was skeptical I knew what I was doing, but I assured him I did, and he took my money and buzzed me in, sliding a towel and a key on an elastic wrist band across the counter to me and directions to my cubicle. I was so self conscious walking through all these guys who were loitering around , a few offering to sell me smoke or other stuff. I was a bit freaked, but got in my room, undressed, put the towel on and walked out to explore. I found the pool/wet area, and a few straight couples were at tables on the far side of the pool. I went back not sure what that was all about, and the vibe in the hall was definitely 1970's Harlem/Spanish Harlem . I went back into the room, got dressed, and headed up to the front desk to leave. The clerk was bemused, and said he didn't think I would last, and handed me my money back ( he had kept it on the side of the register. He then suggested my type of place, and where I would have more fun, was downtown at 1st Ave and Houston, the Club baths. And he was very much correct. Now, on NYC memory lane- does anyone recall the name of the "bath" on 42nd St, above a porno bookstore ( walking up 42nd from the POrt Authority bus terminal it would have been on the right side)

Growing up in the mid Hudson Valley of New York in the early/mid 70's was a kid in the candy store experience. When I was 16 I was tall enough to pass for legal, and would hit a little porno book store in Newburgh and buy a 3 pack of gay porn. I discovered the college town near my town when I was 18 ( at the time drinking age was 18 in NY) Disco was erupting, and a bar in a shopping center popped up ( and damned if I can recall its name, but it was just east of downtown New Paltz) On my 2nd visit to the place , and it had a bit of a gay vibe but very much a mixed group there, a girl I knew from school who was a couple years ahead of me pulled me aside and told me I would really love a new place that opened on Rt 9W called Cold Storage. I went and the gay factor was about 50%, but it was very much a hook up type of place. As I relaxed and settled in, a full blown drag queen ( as was the term then) began playing with me asking to see my fingers, predicting if I was cut or uncut and then judging the size of my cock based on where my index finger touched my palm. She then whispered to me that I would have a LOT more enjoyable time if I went outside, and around to the north side of the building on the lower basement level for a private club called Hot Buns. I did, and I was able to experience my first dark room, first naked in a bar dancing ( even saw a show by Phillipe of Village People fame) where his loin cloth did not restrain his cock once. Not too long afterwards another bar opened about a mile away called the Packing House, also a gay-ish disco. That same summer I discovered the nude sunning spot up in the mountain above New Paltz where all the hippies - college kids would hang out and be mellow, and sometimes that summer a gay bar opened west of Kingston NY on Rt 28.I cannot recall its name ( so if anyone can, HELP! remind me !) It was a large almost barn like building with an upstairs balcony and a few offices off the balcony. It was in this bar the bar owner bought me a drink, took me upstairs, and introduced me to poppers as he fucked my 18 yr old ass. After he dropped 2 loads, he walked me over to another office where an artist was working on a watercolor or something. He also had poppers, and I was naked and working on his meat in a hurry. He slowed me up and we made out a bit, then he broke out some orange flavored lube and lubed my ass up with it before slipping up into me. After he shot, we continued to touch and fondle. He suggested he might be able to go again, and had me suck his cock, which was very much tasting of orange. And whatever it was, I do recall it was very sticky- probably from all the orange syrup mixed in.