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Who knows the history of Hamman-Stor. The young Turk Jamal rings on the already closed hammam and is embedded. Cem, the owner's son, spoils him with everything and even with the special gift he can give. In the end, a second part begins: Cem invited all potent employees to the party. Perhaps Jamal will invite his brother with horny friends that she has no friend. I only know the story German. Is she English? This is an automatic translation.

Grin, what is it, I like to laugh and give myself 1 point, that's one more than 0

We are still waiting for part 2, maybe we can persuade him so if others write something like they wanted to remain negative. I just start (this is an automatic translation from German): Interesting, he not only wanted to stay monogamous, he also wanted to stay negative. So he had two "successes" that he actually didn't want. (Are there still many who say that they would rather have remained negative?) Are there any others who tell in detail that they would have preferred to have remained negative? I found this Threads: Barebacking and Actually Staying Neg? With many answers. Finally: "BB and Still Neg" Many wrote they want to become Poz (And then everyone pinches - I would also pinch, but I would risk unconsciously. Rarely write negatives who did not want to be infected, how did it happen? That is also interesting. Many think when they are active (like me), they won't be infected. A man lives near me. We both have the same fetish. This is very painful and makes him and me super cool. He enjoys it. Few wanted this fetish. I advise everyone: don't do that. It is only something for hard, active and joyful men. Two young inexperienced men want to be deflowered by him. You leave him painfully horny beforehand. There was no talk about Poz. But he should have done that. He did not expect how it is. And how did it come about?

There are few stories here that are so independent, but are much stories simply boring and unbelievable. Who has the most interesting, idiosyncratic stories to say to others. Sorry automatic translation (from German)

Nettles: In the genital area there is a great fetish. Men do this with themselves, always alone. There are porn. Even cooler: I hope that someone else does it with me. Then the pain is worse and I get even hotter. This is my imagination. Then I got a message from a (60 years) to nettles. He was in contact with two young guys who want him to fuck them. One of the two had the flu 2 weeks ago. The two made him so horny with nettles that he just wanted to fuck like in mind. Who did he fuck? the with the flu. Now the old one wants me to come to them and that they make me horny too.

Thank you, that's unique so far, someone gets the flu again and again. Others are waiting for it, I don't know exactly whether it comes to others only after someone else helps again and again. You are the first for me to write that so often and so clearly. automatic translation

aha, now it becomes interesting - sorry even more interesting, as you can imagine. With the two it was already together. Who can he mean?

Very interesting how something always comes up that one is not prepared for. How incidentally you tell and then you pick up the thread and one is amazed what you have made of it. So it's worth reading on!

I do not know, I thought you do not even notice how cum comes into you. Here everything bottom pretend to notice when cum is injected into them. I understand if you want many to fuck you and take turns quickly. do you really feel that there is sperm flowing into you? It's nice when many want you. I like it when I fuck mehre, but it comes only at the last cum.

Please take it slow. It's so awesome when you go all the way, and it's long for a 40-year-old. It is very interesting how he makes the curve between alleged straight to bi and maybe very quietly at the beginning to gay, who finally wants to experience something. Slowly slowly Sorry, this is an automatic translation.

5. here you can see very well that someone always wants more. The nettles subside a little over time and the lust wants more and more. He's done this so many times that it takes him a long time to get fully stiff. And then he manages to make it come to him, very cool [think before following links] https://www.gayck.com/videos/146665/nettle-rigid-have-fun-and-spunk/?utm_source=00144&utm_medium=00144&utm_campaign=00144

4. Very good and detailed video. What you unfortunately can't show how awesome burning feels on the hole. [think before following links] https://de.gay.bingo/video/149527224?utm_source=hdporn&utm_medium=click&utm_campaign=hdporn Thank you, there are really very few who can do anything with it. I understand that. Maybe the porn turns you on. I can only attach a few at a time

3. This video shows very clearly the effect with many blows. The blows then in your pants and you're horny for a long time! [think before following links] https://de.xhamster.com/videos/nettle-cock-torture-6178667?xh_proxy=1

2. Few porn that makes it so clear how awesome that is. So, that's exactly how it works for me: [think before following links] https://de.xhamster.com/videos/cock-nettle-whipping-xh5D3z1?xh_proxy=1

1.porn [think before following links] http://xxxadd.com/de/videos/YTItNDMtNzMyMTc1Nw==/Nettle-1/

2. "Good boy. Nettles really are fascinating, you must watch Les Misérables by Victor Hugo, he describes some of their uses. They are diuretic of course" I refill the cup, raising it to your lips, instructing you to 'Drink!', tilting the cup carefully until you finish it. I tie a bloodknot at base of the back of the chair, decorating it with half hitches then tying off. Pulling on a thick pair of gardening gloves, uncovers the basket of nettles and tucks bunches of them into the bindings on the chair legs and the back of the chair. "Have you ever been stung by nettles? Was your reaction 'normal'? I assume you don't have allergies?" I smile warmly at your affirmation, then expertly bind the stalks of two bunches of nettles with the insulation tape to make stinging-whip handles. I pour out another cup of now cold Nettle tea, raises the cup to your lips, instructing you to 'Drink!' tilting the cup carefully again as you drain it. "Take three small steps backwards and please do sit down." My voice light, encouraging, belying the menace in my eyes. My big blue eyes widen, darken, my stomach churning with excitement, watching you sit in the nettle decorated chair. Thrilled anticipation bubbling in my stomach. "Good boy. I can do whatever I want to you and you are going to love it!" Nerves jangling with exhilaration. Knowing as you move your legs or sit back you will be atrociously stung and you won't know how or where the nettles are. I laugh heartily as the nettles bite into your tender flesh, as you move in shock, fear etched into your face. Your yelps and squeals of pain making my nipples tighten into hard, painful puckers. Your movements slowly becoming more and more tentative as you finally understand that you are stinging yourself. Carefully picking up a nettle stalk, trailing it gently over your muscle-heavy chest, drawing feather-light circles with it over your nipples, I pause, placing the nettle down, waiting for the venom to spread and bite. I look at you, my eyes full of concern ... "Are your nipples very tender? Sadly all that puckering means I can't see the hives. Never mind your big cock and full balls will show them off beautifully." I gently dab the hard, firm contours of your belly with another nettle. Waiting impatiently for the venom to diffuse throughout your skin and find a nerve. Irritably tapping a nettle rhythmically against your pubes. Allowing it to dance over the entire area in a strange staccato dance. Picking up a nettle-whip, I arch my arm back, the nettle gliding through the air silently. The whipping sensitizing your skin on the inside of your thighs, artistically, without leaving any nasty bruises or marks. I laugh, high on adrenaline as it floods through my veins. Grinning as I hear your screams of shock and agony, knowing the tingling glow, the inflammation and irritation, the biting sting, are now, at last, smarting your skin, making it sizzle with pain. "Good boy. You have never looked so beautiful." I say to your tear-stained face and blind eyes. I yelp in delight watching the intensity, the fire, the burn grow. Waiting a few minutes to see the pretty pattern of stings spreading over the tender, vulnerable skin on your inner thighs. "The tip of the penis and arsehole are the most sensitive." I inform gleefully. I dab the very tip of your penis lightly with a nettle. Watching appreciatively as your thick cock hardens slightly and starts to twitch and dance. I look up to watch the minute changes in your skin tone, your expression as your eyes glaze over, darken, dilate. "Oh I recognize that ecstatic look, are you in heaven? You look so very sexy with those dreamy, half open eyes." Carefully arranging the nettles into bunches propping them up around the inside edge of the basket I place the basket between your thighs, positioning it so that if you get a full erection, or if you move too quickly the tip of your cock will be painfully stung. "I do love Nettles, happily they are also known as The Devil's playthings." I chirp. I lay the stems down onto your belly, pressing the prickles lightly onto your skin, grimacing, then grinning with pleasure as I watch your reactions. Dark, lust filled eyes scanning your body, proudly seeing the itching, tingling skin, the angry swellings like mosquito bites. I admire the reddening skin on your groin, small bumps promising to welt into large patches that send electric shocks throughout your body over the next day or so. I grin crookedly, then laugh, high and sadistically, I pick up a bunch of white dead-nettles (Lamium album) that I had secreted earlier in the basket. I am certain you will not realize they do not sting. I slowly take the blindfold off you, allowing you to regain your focus and see the terrible predicament you are in. "Why do you come here to me boy?" I look at your startled, petrified expressions and know deep in my soul what you want and need. "You come here for this, don't you? You come here for me. So I can do whatever I want to do to you." I smile at your vacant nod, your slack face, the lack of muscle tone betraying your need. "Piss yourself for me." I hiss in your ear. A slow, malicious smile brightening up my face. Knowing that as piss cools the nettle stings will be twice as biting on the inside of your thighs. Knowing that as you feel the tender inner thigh flesh stinging unbearably, you will drive yourself demented waiting for the pain to blaze through your dick and balls. Taking the de-flowered dead-nettles with gloved fingertips, pressing a stalk onto your ballsack, slowly binding it in place with the flesh warmed silk scarf. Grinning maniacally, taking another sprig of dead-nettle, placing the dark green leaves on the very tip of your cock, slowly wrapping your cock so you can see the leaves left exposed and pressing against your shiny purpled head. Watching your ragged anticipation. "If you allow that hardon to grow you will automatically sting yourself. It will be excruciatingly painful. Would you feel better if I sucked your cock?" Lifting my dark blue eyes to meet yours, I tremble in excitement at your moans, the fat slow tears running freely down the soft curves of your cheeks. "Please don't cry. I shall stop!" Your limbs jerking, whimpers of pain, excitement, frustration and fear all clearly expressed in a few soul wrenching sounds. I pour the hot water from the flask, add a few drops of essential oil of lavender onto the corner of the soft, warm towel, carefully rubs away your tears, washes your face. Then pats witch hazel over the stings with a kind, gentle touch. Your cock twitching, the colour changing to the deepest pink. Effort slicking your brow with a thin film of sweat. "Are you brave enough boy? Is my soft, warm, wet mouth tempting enough for you? Is that beautiful glistening, shiny purpled head worth sacrificing for a few moments of pleasure?" I watch your body trembling, your skin goose pimpled as the of sweat slick chills and clings to your skin. Panic dilating your eyes, fear, excitement and lust all clearly readable in them. I watch your head whips around, your eyes staring in shockingly obvious dilemma, torn between ecstasy and agony. "You come here for this don't you?" I hiss into your ear. My breath hot on the fine hairs on your neck. I look at your face, the desperate need in your eyes. I examine your pathetic totally nettled body covered in a heavy rash of stingy painful welts. I flick a long, pink supple tongue out to taste the small sticky stream of pre-cum. I grin mischievously. "Is that cock dripping?" I flatten my tongue to make a wide, fat pad, with exaggerated firmness dredge the surface of your shiny, purpled knob. Feeling excitement contract your thick shaft, I make my tongue sharp, pointed, licking slow, steady concentric circles around your piss hole. Icy cold index finger and thumb squeezing the thrilling hole open, my intruding, insistent tongue forcing and gaping your pisshole wide. Small cat-like laps scooping every drop of pre-cum into my eager mouth. Your screams are shockingly loud and shrill, catching me by surprise. Your fat member dancing and twitching, engorging, banging against your belly. Then you are up on the balls of your feet and away to the farthest corner of the dungeon. Hopping from one foot to the other yelling. Your hands clawing at the gossamer fine silk scarf binding on your member. Watching you dropping the crushed, dead nettle to the floor. You darting away from the limp-warmed stalks, begging "get it away from me, get it away from me!" frenzied screams interspersed with piercing, loud heart breaking sobs. I pull you close to me, bind you tightly in my arms, pinning you in my embrace. Holding you still.

Lovely Nettles It was a toy sword pushed down my trousers at the age of ten that felt strangely nice that started my masturbation practice, and like almost every man (woman too) on the planet, I've been practicing lots ever since. I'm married and we have a great sex life but I still like to pleasure myself. Reading about how Romans used to beat themselves with branches of nettles gave me an idea one day. We have a large garden and plenty of nettles and I do like just a little pain with my masturbation; the pain distracts from my orgasm so a little more pain distracts a little more, making the orgasm better and better. I'm sure you get the idea. Up to then my pain had been little more than squeezing my balls or rubbing the head of my cock with the palm of my hand which jangles my cock nerves and so delays my orgasm. So I carefully pick a nettle leaf, I don't want to prick myself now do I! My cock is well awake by now and my heart thumping in my chest. Making sure no one is around I go into the garden shed unzip and pull out my very uncertain but very stiff cock. I am shaking at the very prospect of what a nettle sting will feel like, I hate getting stung normally but that just adds to the nervous, shaking anticipation. So, carefully I just let the leaf hairs sting the most sensitive area of my cock, just a light touch and there I've done it, I'm stung. In contrast to the usual rigorous fondlings that that area of my cock normally receives, the sting is a very rude awakening but what ecstasy. Just a very sharp but somehow very gentle prick of the skin so delicate but so devastating, so gorgeous because after the prick there follows the sharp, tingling, slightly burning sensation that is ohhhh so wonderful. Quite sufficient for a first try, I just had to dive into the house to rub this wonderful sensation in my cock head away with a splendid explosive orgasm. The tingling sensation we all know and hate about nettles is not the same when applied to one's sensitive places. It sort of buzzes you all day long and you never forget what you have been doing to your cock. It's just wonderful and you can't concentrate on anything else for sure. When I'm next alone in the house I have to take the experiment a little further, because that pit of shaking anticipation won't let me delay a moment longer. This time I cut a whole head of nettles full of those tempting little needles. Then, fully nude I carefully apply the little pricks again to my rampant cock now utterly anticipating and receiving instant ecstasy again, gorgeous, so sharp yet so delicate. I prick a little more and more and more I'm high on the feelings as the multitude of little pricks build on one another and the ecstatic pain becomes almost overwhelming and my legs go weak and I just have to rub and fondle and caress my cock to counter the pain and make my glorious cock burst forth with a magnificent orgasm and lots of spunk everywhere. I feel gloriously satisfied and spent but with a buzzing cock. But I have stung myself much more this time and it slowly numbs my cock to the point that I almost cannot pee. So now I'm scared what damage I may have done, my cock tingles and tingles it feels great but what if I cannot pee? It lasts several hours but thankfully finally begins to wear off; I'm safe, and now I'm totally under the spell of those little needles that just prick their way into that most pleasurable part of my body and leave behind the sharp crystals of irritant that draw out the pain and pleasure for hour upon hour. Never was pain more delicate and delicious, more intricate and totally orgasmic. But do I dare tell anyone? No, only you through the anonymity of the internet. But maybe you folks have already tried? If so, what does it do for you? There was one girl on a site who let a wasp sting her clittie but I'm not into that much pain!! Here in the UK nettles prick differently at different times of the year. Very sharp but not long lasting in the spring to less sharp and much longer lasting from the mature plants in summer. So, in late autumn and winter when the plants are dormant you are left just begging for spring to come so that you can sting again, it's like a lover being away for months on end, till finally the young shoots burst forth with new leaves to just touch lightly on your rampant cock after so long an absence, just to let one of the hairs penetrate the delicate skin to release that luscious pain to enmesh your deeply throbbing cock on the way to another bursting wonderful orgasm.

Why does it not continue? I am waiting for the parts of the narrative that are still promised. (sorry, I'm so stiff and don't want .... until the story is finished).

Glowing hot shower on cock and balls, most painful at this temperature when you expose the glans. Then still stroking with nettles on the reddened areas between the legs.

Was there with my Czech friend in October. He was fucked by a horny without a condom and I was in it with my bare

8. another success? I screamed like a banshee, legs wide in the tub with Niko. It felt like boiling water, with which they showered me down below. Stop it and I wanted to protect my balls with my hands. So quickly I could not think of how to stop them. My arms were pulled up by Dirk that the jet hit full on balls and hole, boiling hot. "Stop, stop," but they didn't stop. "Wait, soon the alarm will ring" It burned murderously. They just kept going. Until when the bell rang they switched to all cold. No no nettles yet I asked that was way, way too hot. "Three minutes, human you are red, that looks horny" They had understanding, did not continue with nettles, because everything had become so red. I was afraid there would be blisters. Why had they treated me like this. At the same time I felt worse than I had in a long time. Why was I with Niko? Oh yes. I had called him. The fuck flu, now it had also seized me. I really hadn't expected that. [Do you readers remember my concern when I fucked Niko. The pustules on my cock the could somehow rise in the hole of Niko. Niko was very infectious]. That was almost three weeks ago. I guess I had it now, shit, shit, shit. Niko came to pick me up. I had dragged myself to the intercom in my apartment. When he rang, I let him in and just laid down in the hallway by the apartment door. That's how he found me. Lovingly, he picked me up. "What's wrong?" "Niko, you know it, I caught it from you." He felt the lymph nodes. "You're right, that's how it was with me too, shit, I didn't mean to." "Nah, nah, Niko, I should have known. I knew what you didn't want to be true, you got it in Berlin." "Ok, yes I didn't want to understand your insinuations. It was too horny to fuck Dirk and have you fuck me. What about those in the low-rise. I wonder if they get it too?" Dirk and Niko had waylaid them and made them let Niko fuck them. Niko undressed me, dragged me into the shower. He showered me, sure he was naked and stiff too. "Sorry, I'm just horny. do you mind if I try to fuck you? I can't infect you now, can I?" Anything was fine with me. His cock at my hole, only he couldn't get in. The pain too great, he would have ripped me open and in this state. So his sperm just ran down my legs. Then he took me to my bed and just stayed there. "Don't you have to go to work?" "That's not so bad, but I told them I wasn't coming today." He stayed with me that night too, lying next to me, unfortunately I wasn't horny at all, even though I touched him and jerked him off. I was sweating like hell, I thought I was going to die. "There's no dying that fast" and he showered me twice during the night because I was sweating so much. I kept getting it in my mouth, I had to do it for him already. He was so horny because he had infected me. On the third day I could already get up and then he just took me to his place. Maybe it passed so quickly with me because I had been vaccinated against Corona. Dirk also came and pitied me. I could already grin again and also freed him from his sperm because he was horny when he realized that I was also positive now. Why did that make him so horny? Then in the bathtub of Niko and when I screamed so, Dirk took my legs all the way up, he just put his hard-on in my mouth and Niko continued. They thought I was getting horny because of it. "Please do you have ne ointment for me or oil or what, my skin just burns so crazy." That my cock was as small as never, sure. Somehow, though, it made the effects of the flu go away faster. Over time, the burning became more bearable. I still refused nettles. I stayed with Niko. Dirk went to work. "Tomorrow comes the guy from Fachbau who spied on us back then. I fucked him. His hole was really bloody sore. He then fucked me and Dirk. When we asked if he wanted to be fucked by you, he said, no rather the other way around. Then he really came, I did not know him yet. I could already sit again. What's your name? He didn't want to give his name. OK, he didn't know my name either. He just called me "horny fucker". Then at some point I asked him how old he was. He was quite proud: "You are my today my n belated birthday present, three days ago 18. I may fuck you after all." It was a load off my mind. Firstly, I had nothing with him before and secondly, I found it horny so one maybe to go to the sack.

Amazing how will understood the searching look. Searching for more than a seat in the bar. When he saw Wil, he must have realized that what he had been missing for so long was finally coming true. His wife waited 11 years for what Wil would give him. All in an instant and in his gaze that met Wil and he understood. Why at the end the question about the condom? He, if he did have the need, never used one on his wife. Because when he needed it or she persuaded him, it was always a coitus interruptus, usually he then emptied himself in the toilet. It is not surprising that the wife did not expect anything from him that night either. Probably that night he did not get what he has been looking for for a long time and withheld from his wife if he did not impregnate her. We will learn how long it will take, what will happen, until what he fears and at the same time ardently desires is fulfilled. In the question about the condom, his desire becomes clear. It is the same for him as it is for me, that we are afraid of it and that we are looking for it. I did not want it either. You can read it as I consciously did not want to hear the warnings within me. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

So fast - maybe it really goes that fast because he always suppressed it. And now? So quickly mine too stiff in the pants. He still has to wait until I get him out and then he ... awesome !!