Brain&Brawn

Oink!

MMMM!

You've got a pretty pussy, boy.

Your warm wet fertile cunt.

Works like a charm. Growl those words and a bottom's hole opens right up. Then I tell him it's time to make a baby.

As I get close and start picking up the pace, I'd remind you that I'm not wearing a rubber. Remind you that my bare cock is inside you and that I'm not pulling out. Tell you that you are going to be a good boy and lay there and take my load. Makes your hole moist just thinking about it, doesn't it?

I don't let my bottoms get up right away after breeding. I wrap my strong arms around them and keep them in bed, holding them tight so they have no choice but to absorb my sperm in their warm tight holes.

Maybe so. Have you tried posting in the "tranny" forum?

Hot!

The penalty does vary considerably.

You can make the argument that there is no such thing as "a 'gay community'" in the sense that Gays are a dispersed non-homogeneous population. It cracks me up when people speak of an LGBTQQIA2SOP-WTF? "community." There is an LGBTQ+ political coalition but coalitions are not community. Having said that, I think it is an overstatement to assert or imply that the Gay population is completely devoid of community. There is no one singular Gay community. Comparatively, there is no such thing as a singular "straight community" either. Rather, the world is populated by a countless number of heterosexual communities. Similarly, though there may not be a "gay community" so to speak, there are several Gay communities. A tribe of leather, for example, constitutes a Gay community. So does a radical faerie sanctuary. Arguably, so did the Sacred Band of Thebes, Knights Templar, and all-male factions of buccaneer pirates, to name a few. The men of these communities are/were largely self-driven and self-defined. I don't see them as being or having been created by a political ploy, leftist or otherwise. As for the leftists-suck-pussy thing, I'll go with it; though not all leftists are Democrats and visa-versa. Also, I hardly see centrists like Roosevelt, Johnson, and Clinton as leftists, but that's beside the point. I concur with the leftists-suck-pussy portion of your argument. What I do not agree with is the corollary, which erroneously implies that because leftists-suck-pussy, the right is consists of good-hearty-wholesome-cocksuckers. All sums considered, the rabid-right and lunatic-left run a pretty close race with regards to anti-gay oppression. They run a fairly close race with regards to capacity for exasperating human misery and suffering in several other arenas as well. I think that we (Gay men) would be better off positioning ourselves outside the framework of the left-right polarity altogether. I would like to see us assert ourselves as independent political agents, in servitude neither to the lunatic-left nor rabid-right.

Knowingly infecting someone is already a crime in all 50 states.

Hot!

Woof!

This Cowboy sounds like a hot fucker.

Nope.

Yeah and contrary to what that passive aggressive guy keeps saying, there is a difference between opinion and fact.

I call it "hot as fuck!"

Naughty boy. LOL.

You are entitled to your own view but not your own facts.

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Good boy!

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The first guy to stealth me was a well built average endowed black guy in a cruisey park in 2004. We’d had a few quick touch & feel sessions in passing over the past several months but never gotten into any heavy play. It was a warm early autumn day. Desperately horny, looking to fuck a hot tight manhole, I was proudly parading about, freeballing in a pair of tight shorts and a tanktop. I saw him quickly approaching from behind, freeballing as well in a pair of compression shorts. I thought he might pass me by but slowed his pace when caught up along side of me. We exchanged quick greetings. Then without warning he reached over and grabbed a handful of my left asscheek and said “That ass looks good!” That stopped me in my tracks but I didn’t protest when he squeezed my ass, then ran his fingers up my trench, massaging his hardening cock through the thin fabric of his shorts the whole time. I reached over and copped a feel of his now fully hard cock that was beginning to stain his shorts with precum. Without saying a word I led the way into the bushes. His hands were all over my ass the second I stopped. However, not planning on getting fucked, I turned toward him before dropping my shorts and bending over to free his hot cock, which I quickly swallowed to the root. While I was getting his cock good and wet he reach down and found my hole. Once his cock was good and soaked he pulled out of my mouth, dropped down on one knee and said “let me see that ass.” I eagerly turned around and spread my ass for the rim job I knew was to come. He didn’t disappoint either. Ate my hole till I was quivering and week in the knees! He stood and nudged the tip of his cock against my relaxed hole. “I don’t get fucked” I informed him matter of factly, but didn’t make any effort to stand or move away. “I ain’t gonna,” he replied, rubbing the hot slippery tip of his cock around my hole. “Just the tip” he whispered in a husky voice as he eased forward. About a third of his cock slipped inside my spread hole. He immediately pulled back and nudged forward again, burying half of his hot stiff rod inside me this time. Again he pulled back and pushed forward, this time burying about ¾ of his cock inside me. Despite myself I let out a soft moan and arched my back like a cat in heat. “Yeah,” he whispered reassuringly, now buried balls deep inside me. I figured I might as well let him enjoy a few full strokes before I made him pull out. Before he even completed the first full stroke I noticed a change in his cock. His cock felt fuller and more rigid inside me, like he’d swelled up a bit. On the second stroke he grabbed my hips and whispered “that hole feel good!” On the third stroke he whispered “that hole feel real good” a bit more intensely. Two more strokes and I pulled off his cock. Turning toward him, I gave my cock a few good jerks then sprayed my load. Afterwards I cupped his balls and asked him if he needed to cum. In a warm friendly playful tone he said: “I already did. I came in your ass.” His tone and smile confused me. Not wanting to be a prick I just said “oh, you did” in a light-hearted sort of way. Not knowing his status, I wanted to get his cum out of my ass as soon as possible. However, fearing leakage, I was forced to clench my ass tight as I walk the half-mile back to my car. Sitting in the bathtub after I got home, I was a mixture of contradictory emotions. I felt weak, stupid, and vulnerable, but oddly turned on at the same time.