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The honest answer is: i really don't know? When I was younger, I was VERY active in the Catholic Church. I was an altar boy from pre pubescence almost up to the time that I graduated high school. I was close to many of the priests in our diocese. The priests had a cabin on the lake and I was frequently invited to spend summer days out there. But I have a lot of blank spots in my memories about my times with the priests. I also had an unexplained anal fistula for some reason when I was around 12-16 (yes. I had it for 4 years). I remember the proctologist looking at it with the action cam asking how it felt, and I WANED to say how great it felt, but my dad was also there (he was a doctor too), and he was fiercely homophobic so I just grunted and wheezed. I remember my parents really pushed for me to go into Seminary, but I refused because I wanted to fuck & marry women. HA! When I did get married, I got cucked, which awakened in me cutting out the "middle woman" and desiring straight (err gay) from the tap...or whatever llo. So yea. I can't tell definitively that I got fucked by a priest. I don't know if I'm still a gay virgin. It would be nice to remember so I could remember all the sensations. It would help to explain the current fetish of priest/ (LEGAL AGE) altar boy I've been stroking to, lol. Bless me father because I REALLY want to sin!
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There's nothing wrong with you. Everything's right with you!
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HAH! Last time I had sex was on my honeymoon with my ex-wife: May 7, 2011 A week later she took off with my credit cards and hooked up with a guy she met online. I found a LOT of videos online with women who looked like her getting fucked. It piqued my interest in cuck porn then cuck cleanup......soon my preferences cut out the middle woman, getting more sordid and deeper.
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Actuallly, I saw a few auctions on ebay that had U2 condoms from from the POP tour (if I remember correctly) and that was in 97. Correction-- Achtung Baby from 92.
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I'm embarrassed to say, but my virgin ass.
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I'm embarrassed to say I've never sexted.
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I had some guy tell me he wanted to blast my ass with his "Choad yogurt." Amazingly enough, i found that quite erotic!
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An orange Crayola marker. A battery-operated cocktail stirrer A plunger Broomhandle
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I have a twisted fantasy to be fucked while "Goodbye Horses" by Q Lazarus is playing.
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Six. And that's only because the interracial sex was with a woman.
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A Tower of Tops and a Bucket of Bottoms?
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Years ago I used to work for a pest control company. One of my customers was a gay restaurant/cafe. The owner was exuberantly gay, and reminded me a bit of Gary Neuman. He seemed to have an attraction to me, and when I spoke to the sales person who sold them the service, he said that the owner had commented that I had a nice ass. He called occasionally to request this & that to control the pests at his business. The info said they closed at 11pm, so I always made the appointments to arrive around then. He would be there alone and we'd talk about the problem areas. They were often in storage areas, hidden from view. He would stare DEEPLY into my eyes, and i would have long pregnant pauses when replying to him. My mind kept begging him to make the first move, to push me to his knees to devour his cock & blow him. There were even times when i bent down in front of him to spray insecticide or to place a trap. i longed for him to just grab me around the hips and thrust his bare throbbing cock deep into my cavity in that closet, but unfortunately he never did. One night i was making a service call and he said he had an unusual proposition for me. My mind screamed "Oh yesyesyesyes," but his proposition was only to offer me an espresso. I drank it at commented how delicious it was and was about to comment on how it was making me horny, but the words caught in my throat and i stopped mid-sentence. Not long after that, his cafe closed. That was about twenty years ago. It was the closest I've ever come to having gay sex. I still masturbate to what could have been. i still google his business to try and remember his name, to find out where he is, if he still remembers me, to see if he (was ever) is interested in showing me they pleasures of man to man passion.
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I like to ghost hunt in old abandoned buildings. Usually I go on a tour where the guides tell us the interesting parts and then we go off on our own. I've oftentimes fantasized about some other participant with active gaydar following me and when we get to our investigation spot, slowly lowering my pants and entereing me from the real, being absolutely quiet in the dark. i fantisize that he gives no hint about his coming except for some change in breathing. i would love to do a hunt with some hot studs load running down the inside of my jeans.
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Westboro Baptist Church founder, Fred Phelps, near death
mimasmoon replied to hairyone's topic in LGBT Politics
I think we ought to observe his death by having a hot passionate lovemaking session
