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3. The next day Sir had texted Jake an address to go to. He’d been shocked when he arrived and Mike opened the door. Before he’d been able to as where Sir was Mike had him on his knees and sucking on his cock. Mike had dragged Jake into his apartment, stripped him naked and stuffed his tongue into Jake’s hole without really saying much of anything. It wasn’t until he was looming over Jake, now on his back with his knees against his chest, and rubbing his cock against Jake’s hole that he spoke. “It’s one thing to take someone’s cock when Sir is watching you. When you can see his big fucking monster right there in front of you. Enticing you, drawing you in. The object of your desires. It’s another thing to start to prove to him that you’re the kind of slut that deserves his cock. You can stop now, go home and I’ll tell Sir that you’re not ready yet… or…” “Please,” Jake said, his voice sounding desperate, “Fuck me!” “Good boy,” Mike replied and sunk his thick cock into Jake’s tender hole. Feeling Mike bottom out inside him Jake was almost shocked at how little thought that had taken. Sir had sent him here. Sir had sent him to Mike. So, obviously there was no question. He had to let Mike fuck him. That’s what a good slut would do. A good slut would let Mike fuck him, and Sir needed him to be a good slut. That was the only way he was going to get Sir’s cock in him. Mike pounded Jake till they were both dripping with sweat before he pumped a fresh hot load into the boy’s hole. Jake moaned and thanked him as he felt Mike’s cum fill him. “Good boy,” Mike said, as he pulled his softening cock out. “I can’t wait to feel your hole turn into a fucking pussy. Sir gave me your number. I’ll text you next time I need to get off.” “Fuck! Any time,” Jake replied, and he meant it. Mike summoned Jake back after work the next day. He pulled Jake into his apartment, spun him around, pulled his pants down, and fucked him against the front door. Jake wasn’t even there twenty minutes. The following day he texted Jake while he was at the gym. Jake went over still sweaty and rode Mike’s cock. Back at his apartment after Jake had ridden the largest dildo he dared from the starter kit, fucking Mike’s load deeper into his hole. It felt easier every time. His hole opened up more quickly. His daily dildo sessions, and frequent plugging, along with poundings from Mike were opening his hole up. He could feel himself becoming looser and more accommodating. After a third fuck from Mike he’d been able to slowly work himself down on the next biggest plug. He immediately texted Sir. “Good boy.” Sir had responded. “Once you conquer the next one I’ll have you over and we’ll stretch you out and pick out your next round of toys.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Jake typed back. “Remember boy,” Sir’s next message read, “Stretching out that hole isn’t the only thing you have to do to earn this.” A picture of Sir’s cock, it’s impossible length and girth fully hard in his hand came through. “Only real slutty fags can take me.” “Yes Sir!” “Being Mike’s regular cumdump is a good start, but you and I both know that’s not enough to earn my monster.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy… remember, have fun.” Jake sat, his hole stuffed, on his couch thinking about what Sir had said. He slipped his hand into his briefs and felt the precum leaking from his cage. Even though he’d already been fucked by Mike and spent an hour riding his toys he was still horny. Not being able to jerk off kept him on edge all the time. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. Jake rocked on the plug, he felt it push against his prostate. Being Mike’s cumdump wasn’t enough. On a sudden impulse Jake did something he hadn’t done since he and Chris got together. He opened a hoop up app. If Sir wanted him to behave like a slut that was exactly what he was going to do. Jake pulled up his profile and changed it from his former vanilla top settings. He set his sexual position to bottom and under looking for he wrote “hung tops to pound my hole.” Satisfied Jake clicked save and went to the grid. He scrolled slowly, checking out profiles and looking for someone who might dump another load in him. He sent out a couple of woofs, and a few “How’s it going” messages. Jake had been on the app for maybe five minutes when a message pinged through. He clicked over to the inbox and stopped. He knew the person in the icon. It was his friend Adam. Nervously he clicked on the message. “Hey Jake! I didn’t think you did the apps anymore.” Adam had written. “I don’t usually. Chris is out of town for a while. I thought I’d just see what’s up, maybe chat a little. Lol.” Jake responded, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t there trolling for dick. “So the line in your profile about ‘looking for hung tops to pound your hole,’ is just for show?” Adam’s reply came quickly. “Yeah something like that.” Jake said after a moment of contemplation. “That’s too bad.” “Why?” “I was hoping you’d given up that top only bullshit and I was finally gonna get to pound you.” Jake froze. He almost couldn’t believe what he’d just read. He’d never imagined Adam as a top. Adam, at five six, wasn’t very imposing. He had a powerful tight dancer body, with a thick muscular ass. His face was narrow and pointed though still handsome. All in all he looked like the perfect chaotic bottom boy, often dressed in tight pants and stringy tank tops. After a moment Jake decided the best thing to do was to play along. “Well, I said that I was looking for hung tops so… even if I was looking you’d be disqualified.” He added a winky emoji to show he was still being friendly. “So if I prove to you I’ve got a big enough dick you’ll let me fuck you?” “Lol. I’m really just looking to chat and probably jerk off.” Adam knew Chris just as well as he did Jake. Though it wasn’t out of the bounds of their open relationship agreement for him to flirt with Adam he didn’t really want his friends knowing what he was becoming. “Too bad. It would have been hot to watch you struggle to take it.” Adam messaged back. “What makes you think I would struggle.” “You wouldn’t even get half my cock in your tight ass. When was the last time you got fucked?” “I’m better at it and you think. I sincerely doubt I couldn’t handle you.” “Think you can take this?” Adam said, and then sent a picture of himself standing naked in a full length mirror holding his rock hard cock. Jake stared at the photo in disbelief. Adam’s dick was huge. Obviously, nothing close to Sir’s but certainly as long as Mike’s and possibly fatter. Thick foreskin curved over the glistening head. The base was surrounded by a wild mass of pubes, and full looking balls hung down. Jake sent the only response he could think of. “Holy shit you do have a big dick.” “Just cause I’m short doesn’t mean I’m not packing. But you didn’t answer the question… do you think you can take me.” Jake didn’t just think he could. He knew he could and now that he’d seen Adam’s cock he felt a need to. “Look,” Jake replied, “Chris and I are open, but we don’t talk about it. Whatever the other one does is his business.” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Chris how you changed your tune as soon as you saw my cock.” “There’s something else too… while Chris is away I’m doing a little exploring…” Had Jake not been desperately horny from not cuming for a week, or had he not been so desperate to prove to Sir what a slut he was, he probably wouldn’t have done what he did next. He stripped off naked and went into his bedroom. Standing in his full length mirror, with his tiny cock cage on full display, he took a photo. He only hesitated a moment after putting it in the chat before hitting send. His heart thudded while he waited for Adam’s reply. “Holy fuck. That’s not just a little exploring. You look like such a hot fag with your cock locked up like that!” “This stays between us, right?” “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. How long have you been locked?” “A week. I’m so fucking horny.” “Who locked you?” “I met this Dom. We’re experimenting while Chris is away. He’s training me.” “Fuck! That’s so fucking hot.” “Thanks!” “So he’s locked your cock like a fag slut… do you act like a fag slut now?” “Invite me over and find out.” Twenty minutes later Jake was in Adam’s apartment. For a moment they stood awkwardly in Adam’s bedroom. After a nervous laugh Adam said, “Strip,” his tone suddenly becoming sharp. “Show me that cage fag.” The energy in the room was immediately charged. Adam was in charge now. Jake feeling a little self-conscious pulled off his shirt, kicked his shoes off and then dropped his pants. He stood in front of Adam, who was still fully clothed, in just his briefs. If Adam hadn’t known Jake was caged the bulge from his balls could almost have passed as normal, but the closer he looked the more obvious it became. His cock throbbed, at the sight of his friend’s naked body. “Come on slut. Show me.” Jake hooked his fingers into briefs and pushed them down. “Fuck,” Adam said with an appreciative groan. “Look at you.” He took in Jake’s wide shoulders and narrow hips. His firm square pecs and the butterfly shaped patch of hair spilling over them, and the pert pink nipples that stood at attention. He admired the treasure trail that crept down Jake’s toned stomach; at first a little narrow strip of hair almost connecting to his chest hair, then expanding into a wide delta before it joined with his ample pubes. Jake’s nub of a cock was leaking. Although the cage was almost entirely obscured by the bulge of Jake’s balls, the tip and the steady stream of precum were obvious. Adam closed the space between them and grabbed Jake’s balls. “How long have you been locked?” “A week,” Jake said, his voice catching. Adam was rubbing his swollen balls. He felt heat rising in his cheeks. “From what Chris has told me you’re a pretty horny guy. You usually want to fuck him three or four times a week. I bet us usually jerk off on the days when you don’t fuck him, right?” Jake nodded his agreement. Adam’s face was only inches from his. Jake couldn’t take is eyes off the other man’s wet lips. “And now nothing for a week. You must be crawling out of your skin.” “I’m so fucking horny,” Jake replied in a breathless whisper. “I know. Horny enough that just a picture of my hard cock was enough to get you over here.” “Fuck…” “Who locked you? Who’s this Dom?” Jake suddenly realized he didn’t actually know Sir’s name. He’d never said it. Jake had just taken naturally to calling him Sir and there had never been any discussion about it. Embarrassed, Jake said, “I call him Sir. I met him last weekend…” “You met him at the club, didn’t you? After I left. Holy shit you got picked up at the leather bar by some Dom. What’s he look like?” “He’s tall, taller than me. Maybe 50, shaved head, with a beard. He’s so big and strong. Not like jacked, but strong. And he’s fucking hairy everywhere… and he’s… he’s got this cock.” “What did he take you home and fuck you properly for the first time and now you’re hooked?” “Well… no he hasn’t fucked me yet. His dick is… his dick his huge.” “Bigger than mine?” “Much. It’s pumped and siliconed. It’s more than a foot long and I can’t even close my fingers around the base. He… he’s training me to take it.” “Holy shit! That’s so hot. So he locked you up so you’d focus on stretching out that pretty little hole of yours?” “Yeah…” “Fuck. Does he know you’re not just stretching your pussy, but you’re online trolling for dick?” “Well… yeah… he kinda. He kinda told me to. It’s not enough for me to just be able to take him…. I have to prove to him I’m also a big enough slut to earn his cock.” “Fuck,” Adam said, his own voice now breathless. “Get on your knees for me boy. We’re gonna show Sir what a good slut you are.” Jake dropped to his knees, looking at Adam expectantly. Adam fished his phone out of his pocket before undoing his pants. He pushed them to the ground along with his briefs. His cock, semi hard, swung enticingly in front of Jake’s mouth. Jake made to grab it but Adam pushed his hand away. “Not yet open your mouth boy, and don’t forget to swallow.” Slightly confused Jake sat back on his heels and waited with his mouth open. Adam aimed the camera at Jake’s face, then grabbed his cock with his free hand. He slapped it lightly on Jake’s mouth a couple of times before holding it with the tip resting on Jake’s lips. He closed his eyes for a second and seemed to concentrate. For a second nothing happened. Then very suddenly hot liquid shot into Jake’s mouth. It wasn’t cum. Adam was pissing into his mouth. Jake was shocked, but also didn’t know what to do other than to do as Adam had instructed and swallow. He gulped the hot salty liquid down fast as he could, his mouth over flowing more than once. Adam’s piss flowed over Jake onto the floor. He was covered in it. Still his cock leaked. Some new barrier in Jake’s mind had been broken, he’d crossed another threshold. He felt degraded and turned on all at once. He looked up at the please look on Adam’s face and knew this was the right thing to do. Slowly Adam’s stream slowed till it was just a trickle. Then he knocked the last few drops into Jake’s mouth, banging his cock head on Jake’s lower lip. “Fuck Jake.” He said tossing his phone aside. “That was so fucking hot. When I’m done with you you’re gonna text your Sir the video I just too. Now clean off my cock and get me hard so I can see how well you’ve stretched out your hole.” Jake dove forward and devoured Adam’s semi turgid member. Adam pulled his shirt off, at last revealing his full naked body. He was obscenely toned; his dancer’s physique hadn’t softened at all since he’d graduated college. His nipples were small, and stood out like two little buttons. There was a narrow strip of chest hair stretching the length of his sternum, and a wild trail leading down his stomach. His pubes were thick but well trimmed. They brushed Jake’s nose as he swallowed Adam’s cock. Adam’s meat grew in Jake’s throat, swelling and lengthening as he worked. It stretched his jaw as it came to its full girth. He felt is knocking against his tonsils. He cupped Adam’s full balls, eliciting another groan. After fifteen minutes Adam said, “Fuck, I can’t take it. I need that hole.” He grabbed Jake under the arms and dragged him to his feet. Adam was surprisingly strong for his size and he easily pushed Jake over onto the bed, and knocked him forward. Jake fell onto his hands and knees on the bed, his ass presented to Adam. Adam bent forward and lapped at Jake’s well stretched hole. He thought he tasted cum on Jake’s lips. A wicked grin spread across his face. In a series of deft moves he spat into his hand and lubed his cock head, dropped another wad of spit right onto Jake’s winking hole, and lined himself up. There was no warm up to this fuck. Adam pressed his head into Jake, and it slipped in with a pop. Jake moaned. “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that fat cock.” “Yeah. Take it. Fuck yeah! Take it. Holy shit. You must have really been working your hole. I can’t believe how open you are.” “I was riding a butt plug when we were texting… and I got fucked this morning.” “Who fucked you?” “One of Sir’s friends. He’s been fucking me all week… he was… he was the first one to fuck me raw.” “Fuck! And now you’re hooked. You’re dreaming about your Sir’s big fucking dick flooding you, aren’t you? Fuck! Locked for a week and you really are turning into a fucking slut!” Adam had hold of Jake’s hips and was pounding his dick into him mercilessly. They were both sweating. It was a brutal fuck. Jake could do nothing but take it and whimper. He’d never assumed the small mild mannered Adam would fuck like this. Suddenly Adam pulled out and knocked Jake onto his back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and threw them up to his chest. Right before he slammed his cock back into Jake’s slightly gaped hole he grabbed his phone. He held it over Jake, clearly recording. “I’m going to fucking breed you. I’m gonna cum so deep in you faggot. Is that what you want? Is that what you want slut?” “Fuck yes! Fuck! Breed me! Fill me up!” “Fucking slut! Begging for my load. Fuck yeah. Fucking take it!” Adam gave a roar and closed his eyes. His face screwed up tight and his whole body went tense. The camera was still aimed at Jake as Adam drove his cock deep as he could into Jake’s hole. They were locked together, Jake’s expression recorded, as Adam unloaded inside him. His body bucked a little, involuntary twitches as he came. Jake just crashed back into the bed, a contented look on his face. A little while later Sir looked at his phone. He had several messages from his new boy. He opened the thread and smiled.

From heavy and long fucking/ dildo play it is more likely to get a perianal venous thrombosis than hemorrhoids. And this is really a pain in the as. Are you weight lifting with a lot of weight? This might also cause hemorrhoids.

None of my ex gf were even cool about me wanking by myself, so coming out bi would have been a massive deal. A lot of women don't understand male sexuality and a lot of men don't have good words to describe it. So I think most bi guys have low expectations talking about it is going to help and they're probably right. Still, taking risks and things isn't justified by that, but maybe this explains why so many bi guys are not telling anyone about it.

2 brothers older one 8” thick as hell many times. Younger brother 9” thick as hell swallowed dozen of his loads. Neither knew of the other

Nothing new to me, being a bottom while black. I was once told "what a waste of black dick," among other things. And I might be a little guilty of the misogyny thing, admittedly, but I'm gay because I enjoy the feel and fill of a MAN, and for all the times I've been ignored or fucked with just for being black, I think it's fair for me to politely reject the fem twink with painted nails that assumed I was a top for reasons I can't possibly imagine 🤷🏾‍♂️ My area has a growing crowd of "straight men," transgendered, and cross dressers who can all be incredibly rude when approached by a gay man on a gay app. Between that, my own habits, and the usual BS, finding some dick to juice me up has been way more of a hassle than it needs to be... Also, hello; I'm new here and tend to lurk but I guess I'm feeling some type of way (other than horny) 😅

He’ going to leave hubby and join Mark and Stefan

Me too

Yes you will 😵

Now that the door is opened, it will be interesting where the plot turns. …. And what has Lenny planned unbeknownst to Josh?

275. I've been at this for quite a while.

I totally understand why this fantasy is so appealing to many of us—it's raw, intense, and plays into that craving for total surrender and being overwhelmed. Super hot in the imagination. As someone with a legal background, though, I felt compelled to chime in: when someone is genuinely passed out and can't give or withdraw consent in the moment, it crosses into non-consensual territory—legally, that's assault/rape, no gray area. Fantasy versions (like pre-negotiated CNC with clear safewords and boundaries set while fully conscious) can keep the thrill alive safely. But real scenarios without that prior, enthusiastic agreement risk serious harm and legal consequences. Just sharing this because consent is everything—let's keep our play safe, sane, and truly mutual. Thoughts?

I've made a video where I give my mate full permission to fuck me and arrange other guys to do the same if I ever pass out. I also insist he films it.

Just had to get a hemorrhoidechomy to get a big hemorrhoid that was pushing out of my ass. It had been there for many years and it would massively pop out, specially when cleaning out. Also not fun if top asks you to push out their load so they can eat it out. At any rate, got this sorted (this surgery is no fun). But the question is.. are hemorrhoids more likely if one is getting fucked often? I do get quite a bit of cock in there. A common session may see 10-20 cocks plowing my ass for hours, and this happens about once monthly. Not sure if this is enough to increase hem chances. Internet is not clear so I'll ask the experts here.

The Pleasure dome London 2014. I was way to nervous, I stripped my cloths off and went into the shower, eye closed, resting my head against the wall building up courage to head into the spa. Next thing I know a guy is behind me with his hard cock rubbing up and down my bum crack. I froze in panic, didn't know what to do. He reached round and started playing with my stiff cock. Then it happened, his cock pushed into my hole, I was still frozen in panic but with his cock pushing deeper into me my brain switched off. He then started to fuck me and with no mental control I just moaned. Time stopped other than the rhythm of his cock moving like a piston in and out of my hole. My mind woke up and was screaming he not wearing a condom. I then shocked myself by pushing back. That was it, he pushes my head down and started pounding my hole, he then flooded me deep inside with is anonymous, risky, cum. I was delirious, still facing the wall. He pulled out his cock and patted my arse then left. How times have changed, I'm now a BB only, regular spa visiter wherever there is one. No cock refused.

Hard to tell what happened, but 6k is very low VL for Hep C. Maybe 2nd test didnt have very high sensitivity.. Good to hear he's getting treatment though. He'll be cured in no time.

Very hot! I always enjoy these stories... my life almost mirrored it but the loads never took.

It was around the six month mark that Tim finally took me upstairs at a house party, drunkenly told me he loved me, and pulled me down onto his fat, raw dick for the first time. Honestly, he was a pretty amazing fuck back then, and that first night bare he took me so hard I could barely walk without leaking cum the next day. We took a trip to the clinic, and once we both got a clean slate (phew) he was all over me. It seemed like trust and love sent his sex drive through the roof because that boy would want to fuck any and everywhere, including some places that nearly got us into trouble. What I’m saying is that, as six months turned into a year, I’d found myself in a caring, stable relationship with a wild, exciting sex life. I should have been content. Instead I started… devolving. I’d continued seeing Aiden/Rob and Craig when I could, but they were far away and my time to travel was limited. There’d been a couple more odd fumbles with people at the uni, but nothing wild. I had, however, made friends with a small group of guys around my age (with one fag hag naturally) that were my own thing; I’d go out with them to the local gay bar/club without Tim or my straight friends, and it was with this group I really started to go off the rails. Trigger warnings for people getting drugged (one of them being me) in this one. So the original, core of this little group were me, a guy called David I’d met online, and his friend and defender the sweet but mental Elise. He was 20, tall, and beautiful in a 90’s tv heartthrob kinda way, but I, a very mature 19 by now, wasn’t really interested in him. Y’see, David was sweet, and David was nice, and David enjoyed hanging with me, but David was always chronically shy, and, if I’m honest, kinda dull sometimes. But still, I liked hanging with him, and seeing guys flock to him wherever we went was kinda fun. We were good friends for quite awhile, before, and even after, what we both referred to as "The Incident". The Incident started on a Friday out at our local gay club. It always got pretty packed in there, being a big student city and all, and tonight was no different. Now I didn’t drink alcohol very much at this point, being both poor and kinda afraid of drunk me. David, on the other hand, enjoyed a cocktail, and would get pretty drunk on out nights out, after which I’d normally be the one to safely walk him home and pit him in his bed. This time he’d ordered a massive, strong, super-sour cocktail from the bar and was having trouble finishing it, and after he offered me a sip I told him I’d help him with it, because I’m actually incapable of turning down anything sour. So we stood at the bar, chatting, taking sips, having a dance, saying hi to people we knew, and just generally enjoying our night. Once the drink was gone there were a couple more songs before closing time, so we headed out to the dance floor to finish the night on a high. Ooh and a high it was. The dancing felt great, the music sounded great, and we were making out with anyone who wanted it. But by the time we staggered outside we were completely gone, and I don’t remember anything of what must’ve been an hour or more getting home. When I come to, I’m in my single bed, butt-naked, big-spooning an equally naked David. My head is super cloudy, but my dick is rock hard, and pressing against David’s juicy butt. I’m kinda hesitant about moving; part of me knows this is my friend that I’m not even that into, and that I have no idea how we ended up like this, while the other part of me is baying for blood. I settle for nuzzling into the back of his neck and trying to ignore my dick, at which point he must have come to as well, because he starts to gently move his butt against my raging boner. Well that was all the waving red flag the beast in me needed, and I wrap one arm around him and pull him towards me. I coat two of my fingers on the other hand with spit, and without us saying a word to each other I move to finger his warm, tight hole. The dawn light is peaking through the window enough for us to see, and I lean up so I can look at him properly while my fingers work their magic; he really is rather handsome, eyes closed as he gently moans, back arching his lean, hairy body, and whatever is in the driving seat instead of me knows that I’m going to have this guy right now. It’s at this point that David finally turns to me, and even in the dim light his eyes look like saucers. We just keep staring at each other as he reaches up a hand to spit on it, before moving it slowly down to my throbbing cock. Whatever’s got a hold of me, it makes his warm, wet hand closing around my dick feel like fireworks going off on my skin: I’m literally tingling all over as he rubs his spit over my head and shaft, and my fingers dig even deeper into him, forcing out a long moan as they hit his spot. Even the sounds he’s making are giving me pleasurable shivers now, and I pull my fingers out to run my hand over his beautiful ass and muscular thighs. He takes that opportunity to guide the head of my dick to his warm, waiting hole, and we both gasp as my thick head wetly pops inside him. We pause here; we can feel something is awkward and weird and wrong here, but we’re both wide-eyed and completely dazed, and so, so fucking horny. My whole body feels electric as my hand gently pulls on his hip, sliding him back onto me so very slowly. He groans once I’m fully inside him, and we stay like that for some time, looking at each other before I start to gently move my hips into him. It’s that moment when I foggily remember that I’ve never taken anyone but my boyfriend to this bed, where my housemates and friends are all only a few thin walls away. The panicked thought awakens a sudden urgency in me, and I move David around until I’m on top of him, his long legs up on my shoulders, and thrust my whole length into him. He cries out for me to go slow and I ssh him, and that’s the only time we speak to each other for the whole encounter. We don’t even kiss, it seems too intimate, so we just look into each other’s eyes as I bend him in half and rail him with an energy I shouldn’t have had at that hour. The rhythm stays intense and the sound of my balls slapping against his butt cheeks and my headboard banging against the wall is only interrupted by the grunts and moans coming from the two of us. Suddenly, I feel his hands tighten their grip on my arms, and looking down I see him cumming over his hairy chest without having even touched his cock. Without asking I hold him down for a few thrusts more before unloading what feels like a gallon of jizz inside him. We collapse next to each other, whatever possessed us seems to evaporate, and seconds later we’re fast asleep. The wake up the next morning was… awkward. He tells me he’s never been fucked like that, or even fucked bare before, and he doesn’t know what came over him, and I can only apologize for ruining his ass and filling him up, saying I’d felt really strange too, like I’d been super drunk which seemed impossible on half a cocktail. It stayed awkward for a few weeks until a friend told us how someone had tried to spike their drink at the same club we’d, and the puzzle clicked into place. We met up for lunch, and hashed things out, and agreed that wouldn’t make a report or tell anyone, which in hindsight was a terrible thing to do, but at the time was a utter relief that I wouldn’t have to tell Tim about everything. David and I stayed friends for years, and even though we occasionally joked about that night we never repeated it. However, David wasn’t the only one in that friend group that brought me spiraling towards trouble… Thanks again for reading, see you next time (I hope). And always, comments, questions, and feedback are totally welcome, I love the attention 😂

id like to know of any regular uninhibited groups as well.