drscorpio

That's everywhere in the USA because of FOSTA/SESTA.

It wouldn't bother me. I hardly know a lot of my cousins.

I grew up in a part of the southern USA where I hardly encountered any Asian boys growing up. I have had the pleasure of meeting a couple of hot Asian tops over the years, but this boy is off the charts. I don't know if he has done any commercial porn, but his onlyfans site is super hot. Here's a pic from twitter; the boy is packing! He also did an interview with DaveyWavey that is cute.

Make a report on the album or photo you wanted deleted. Make sure you explicitly say you want the photos deleted.

As far as I can see, your pics have been deleted. The reason you cannot delete your own photos is because of quirk of how the software for the forum works. If we let you delete your own photos, we would have to give you access to make other changes the admin would prefer you not be able to.

Moderator's Note: That's more than enough detail about @24collegekid420 and his underage experiences. If you need to know more, ask in private.

I have been bareback only since the early 90s. I was always mostly bottom, but I have been exclusively bottom since the late 90s. By that time, I was not actively chasing, but I was also not doing much to avoid poz loads. I had accepted that I would poz up at some point, but I was not going out looking for poz guys even if all I was doing to protect myself was asking "I'm neg, are you?" I met my future husband in 2005. He was a hot redneck with 8x6 cut who fucked like a demon. We became monogamous after a couple of weeks, and we both tested negative. We were completely monogamous for 6 years. This worked well for us because he was almost exclusively top. Honestly, it was all I could do to keep up with his sex drive. We got legally married in California in 2008 in the time before Prop 8 passed. Eventually, we both started craving a little fresh meat. When we started talking about opening up, he said, "Please don't make me wear a rubber." I told him I was cool with him fucking other people bare as long as I was allowed to take it bare and take loads. He was a little hesitant but agreed that was only fair. We started having threesomes and foursomes, and eventually we gave each other permission to play alone. [My husband had lost his first lover to AIDS in the mid 80s. They had moved to San Francisco hoping some doctor there could help him. His lover died a few moths after they arrived, and he spent years working with AIDS related charities. He took care of many men in the last stages whose family and friends had abandoned them. Because of all of this, he was very worried about me contracting HIV. He didn't want to have to bury another man.] Very soon, my husband realized that he really got off on watching other men breed me and then fucking my cummy hole. I would often wake up on Saturday to find he had been on the apps and sites since early morning and set up several guys to breed me. He seemed content to serosort through asking "are you neg?" I knew this wasn't good protection for me/us, but I didn't really mind. Like I said before, I had already made peace with the thought of getting pozzed. In the summer of 2013, I was diagnosed with syphilis. It was in the second stage, so who knows when I contracted it. He suddenly got terrified that I had also pozzed. He started pushing for me to go on PrEP. It took several months for various reasons I have talked about on here before, but I started PrEP in early 2014. It was the only thing that allowed him to relax enough to let us enjoy our open sex life. He went on it a couple of months later. That's where I have been for several years now. I believe that PrEP is a good thing. It is the only way a cumdump bottom can expect to remain HIV-. I say this even if I was on it mostly for my husband's comfort. My husband recently passed away very unexpectedly (recently enough that this is my first time mentioning it on here). My first thought was to flush all my Truvada. But I have decided that the conventional wisdom of waiting a while before making life-changing decisions applied to this one. I am glad we have PrEP. I fully support everyone who is on it. I also understand and support those who choose not to be.

There shouldn't be a problem if you are posting in one of the fiction sections.

There is a two-part scene between David Ashfield and Grant Fagan in Pizza Boy - He Delivers that I have always loved. As far as porn with plot sequences go, these are pretty well acted. It's slightly older guy seducing virgin teen. The first scene is just oral. The second takes place a few days later, and Grant gets fucked.

Moderator's Note: I am uncomfortable with the questionable legal status of this topic. I am locking the thread, but no penalties for anyone.

You just missed this year's. It was in mid-March. Next year's is March 12-15, 2020. Registration usually opens around Thanksgiving. Here's the link: https://www.tbru.org/

You did nothing wrong, @ffbareff. I was apologizing to you for having to delete your thread.

Apologies to @ffbareff, but the original Mayor Pete thread turned into a dumpster fire. If you want to have a civil discussion here, please do. If you cannot do this without name-calling or wising harm to other members of the site, you will get a nice long break, too.

On your profile is fine. Generally, you should keep Poz Fetish talk in the Backroom.

Fixed it

I did give you a simple hint. That was until you decided to launch into a personal attack.

@daddybear, you cannot just take over someone else’s story. Either start your own story, or get @RotzBBengel to publicly give you permission by posting here.

Moderator's Note: This is not a Last Load story. Next time, don't give us the preview just the recap. You owe us a recap on this one

You're sexy, and skin-on-skin wins out. I don't think you need to feel bad about what happened, but I wouldn't let yourself obsess over him. That "I shouldn't have" business is going to get tiresome quick.

I’m not picky about height and weight, but a short, well-hung top is really sexy to me.

I think it would help you stay clean just as much. But I find the other ingredients in Pure seem to increase my natural lubrication. I couldn't take a cock that was anything less than fully lubed before. Now I don't have trouble with spit only or even almost dry.

I think the chia and flax seeds are supposed to help you produce more natural slickness in your hole. It may be entirely placebo effect, but I noticed it was easier to take cock with less lube when I switched from generic psyllium capsules to Pure.

There is more information here: Short version is he was accused of sexual assault by some costars, so all the pretty boi studios dropped him.

When I started teaching at the university where I work, most of the guys in my department were my dad’s age or older except for one guy who was my age who had been hired the year before. We had met when I interviewed for the position, and we both knew the other guy was gay. He took me out to dinner the first Friday night after I started work, and we ended up fooling around. There wasn’t a lot of chemistry, but we were horny 30 year olds. We fooled around 3-4 more times over the 5 years we worked together, but it was never any stress. It helped that neither of us was that into the other which kept jealousy from being an issue.

Moderator's Note: I was unable to fix the post @hamser made above. Here is a repost of the invisible portion. John knew how to follow the rules. Not by the bdsm obedience kind. But the one with the smile of easiness and the feeling of ‘yes, OK I can do it’. He was ready. The moment he stepped into the car I could smell the soap and the smooth lemon shampoo on his hair. I liked it. While I was driving I explained him the set up. Since he had agreed the ‘no buts no ifs’ deal I had to keep my side of the bargain. The ‘no secret agenda’ part. I told him about Mattias and his apartment. That when we ‘ll enter the loft there will be a glass on the front table. He will have to drink the cocktail and then he’ll go to the bathroom to fresh up. I asked him if he wants to be blindfolded. I have to admit that he surprised me by answering me that he preferred not. The trust issues were still there I guess. During the week till his birthday we had to work on that more. Some scars from his own jungle seem to be deeper than I thought. That’s OK. We all need our own time to heal the pain, the loneliness, and the need of self destruction that a cumdump like him - or me- carries. No matter how many smiles… No matter of how self confident we look when we drive our car down the streets of the city, or programming set- ups of gang bangs like the one I have organized for him… still… deep inside, we all are lonely creatures… trying to reach out for deeper understanding… I guess Kate Bush long ago had made a song about this deeper understanding thing. I am not sure if he knows who Kate Bush is. I guess in the soundtrack of the ‘jungle’ Kate Bush’s songs are not included. I put again my father figure mask saying that not him having a blindfold is not a problem, as long as he would put a kind if restrain like the horses do in the races so he won’t look back who is fucking him… “Instead”, I made it easier to him. “You can focus easier to the porn that will be playing in front of you in one of the huge TV sets our host is providing…”. I told him few things about Mattias and his ability to register the points. You have every right to know a thing or two, about the man who will have access to your veins... My father figure trusting voice was doing the work well. He seemed relaxed. In andrelanine of course but still not alarmed. The same mask of ‘yes, OK I can do it’… but with a touch of glow in the deep of the eyes. I explained that there will be a few men coming to the party. All escorts and all bare. “ Some will stay just for a quickie some will stay maybe longer. Some will take chems some might not. But kiddo you will definitely be the center of attention. Its up to the guys if they want to be introduced to you after the fuck or if they want to remain anonymous. I do not share info about their work their profile names or their telephones. I share the loads and that’s it. “No. You don’t have to worry about the cash… I am taking care of this”… I showed him the envelope but I didn’t tell him how many banknotes are in it. He didn’t ask either. What he asked was this: “Why do you do it?“ It was time. It took him more than few months of brief encounters and a night of sharing the sleep to ask his first ever serious question. Until now what ever talk we did, didn’t really include questions. Or at least questions that their answers matter. The ‘no buts and no ifs’ part of the deal, demanded the ‘no secret agendas’ part… Again… Fair enough. We were already there. I could see Mattias building. Downtown is empty at this time of hour. But I couldn’t trust my car at the side of the road. Not in that neighbourhood. When the evening falls and the offices close, the mood of the area changes. It is like if a black veil of sin covers the atmosphere. A smell of urine combined with cheap perfume of junkie whores. Pimps and heroin dealers. No safety net. And not nice to drive a fancy car or carry envelopes with banknotes. Mattias has given me the code for his private own parking lot. I park next to our hosts’ car. But I don’t get out. I turn of the engine and I stay a bit silent. “Why I do this… You see Stephan, I call you Stephan because it is time for truths and Stephan I will tell you the truth at least as far as I can understand my own motivations…. … “In this life we lead, the world with cumdumps, toxic bare loads and chemsex, it is not easy to connect. Not easy to trust. Not easy to stay sober. … “I call it ‘ jungle’… There is no mercy if you show weakness... Big beast eats little beast… There is no tomorrow if you start losing your self. It took me some time to understand what kind of river I chose to cross. And even if I always thought my self as a pretty good swimmer, there were times I felt I was ready to drown by tsunami waves. It is pure luck I just didn’t. But I could. … “You see my friend… the most difficult in this jungle or this wild river, is not the cock, or the sperm, or the chems. The most difficult part is to connect. We avoid to connect. We avoid to be human. Taking the position of exposing the hole as you and I prefer, deep inside we do just that: … “ We disconnect with our humanity… … “At first sight it looks that we are weak. We are holes… useless cunts… We become vulnerable taking random cocks thinking that it is our way to survive in this jungle… “…but weak… sorry, we are not... …. “Some we will survive some we won’t. We play with fate. And the odds are against us. But we still continue playing this losing game. Love is a losing game. How true indeed. Good entry choice for the Dutch in Eurovision by the way… “ He smiled at my last comment. Good. A true queer knows about Eurovision issues. I smiled back. I don’t want him to get too serious and spoil his mood for fun. But I owed him an answer. “And now we are back to your question. ‘Why I do this’… … “I do this because you look like me… few years ago… of course you are better looking than I ever was, definitely more nicer, and for sure friendlier than I will ever become. You are even smart enough to protect your space, and still remain goofy and a bit romantic since you ask strangers to share your sleep and help you fullfill your fantasies…. … “But weak? No, you ain’t... … “I am a bottom. Not a top. I know how you think. I know how your thoughts operate. I used to be like you. In a way, its thrilling for me to share a journey with another cumdump. Cumdumps can be ignorant and possessive. Believe me I’ve been in the jungle way longer than you… “… So my Stephan… I consider you as a challenge. My own tribute to the paths of your destruction. Or salvation… that is up to you… “… Today it is a test. The inviroment of Mattias is one of the safest you will ever encounter. You will deal with professionals. And the chems and the slams that you will be given are going to be first quality…. … “But it won’t be like this next Saturday. It will be darker and seedier and more dangerous… … “I like you. I wish someone like me would come and do the same thing years ago. It would save me from some serious problems. It would put things maybe in another prospective. And maybe change my path of life. But no one did. Or if he did I wasn’t paying attention and I let him go. C'est la vie.. . … “So it is to time for redemption, my friend John… from now on you are not Stephan… ll’ be back to JOHN. So John… … “I do this not because of you. But because of me. It is all about me…” I said and got off the car. He followed. We walked towards the elevator in silence. I called Mattias on his cell. “We are here… “ I said. I opened the door for the elevator. I let him in first. He seemed a bit confused. But the smile was there… “You are good. What’s your job, you said? “ he said with confidence. Back to his old self… I smiled back knowing that my smile has no sweetness or easiness like his. But from time to time it seems to do his job just fine. “I am just a cumdump kiddo… an old beast who knows how to survive in the jungle… “ I answered… And I pushed the button for the top floor. The button had the letter M. “M” I heard John saying. “Like the Fritz Lang’s film… Yes it’s going to be fun… “ I let his comment flow in silence. I made no comment… but deep inside my mask of indeference I smiled…. Damn, that’s why I love the jungle. And its beasts….