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  • Birthday 07/23/1957

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    Louisville
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    Men, cocks, cum, piss, repeat
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    Poz, On Meds
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    Bottom
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    Next!
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    Couple of non-published films; private use
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    loads of sex more bottom than top; raunch with some men; trained sub/bottom

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  1. I have not been to PHouse in years so I can not speak to what the policy is now. However, when I used to go which usually was twice or more every year, guests meaning non-hotel registered men were allowed to go everywhere on the property. Registered guests also were allowed. And, yes, leaving the drapery pulled back about two feet allowed anyone to look into a room. This was usually accompanied by a door left ajar for easy entrance by an accepted suitor. This brings back many fond memories of the place.
  2. a6uldeve84u

    Welcome

    The age of consent truly is an arbitrary number and that number varies from state to state as well as on the federal level. The federal level mandates that alcohol consumption may only be done by someone having reached a twenty-first birthday. I've seen and read too many tales about drunk drivers beginning at age 21 and up. So, I see no relevance between age 21, drinking alcohol, and being a responsible person. The key in my opinion is moderation. I am an alcoholic and always will be. My moderation is zero consumption. That is not to be applauded; it is a statement of fact that works for me. I neither condemn nor condone anyone who drinks. The one issue that bothers me about this arbitrary age of 21 and alcohol is that those males and females who join the military are still forbidden legally from consuming alcohol. I find that inane. Any male or female who has the potential to put his/her life on the line in military combat is entitled to a legal exemption. Military ID's are simple in form and should be accepted as an exemption to this number rule when in civilian surroundings. The fact that military bases are federal properties gives a shield to underage personnel. State laws do not apply on federal property. States determine the age of consent for marriage. There are a few states still where legally a 12-year old may marry. Do I believe that a 12-year old is prepared to face the world of marriage? No. These states are mostly in the south where habitually many marriages were performed with a shotgun being held by the father of the bride. I am not condemning these practices; I am merely pointing them out. In such cases, I'm not sure there was "consent" but rather coercion. But, that's the "code of the hills". Make no mistake: I was reared in this mindset. I heard it and saw it take place. As for an exact age of a person to give informed consent, I do not believe in a stroke of a pen outlining one age over another. I've met men and women of all ages that were dumber than a box of rocks and will always be so. I have also met some very sharp and insightful young folks. To the point, last year, I voided a lease on a property I own and ordered the tenant out in 30 days. She willfully and grievously breached her written lease. When I gained entry, there was a disaster that amounted to several thousands of dollars in damage. This woman was in her fifties. It took her only 6 months to do the damage. I now have two eighteen-year-old men in that same rental unit. On occasion because of a drainage problem, I have entered the rental property. The condo is immaculately kept. I will make every effort to keep these two. I believe them to be wise and should be accorded every "right" of someone who is twenty-one. They have to me proven their mettle. So, as far as a "number" that proves one is wise enough to give informed consent, I do not believe in a blanket number system. I just can't figure out an alternate method to make such determination. I'm willing to listen/read any offerings though.
  3. a6uldeve84u

    A Dad for All

    This story is THE quintessential tale of stealthing.
  4. a6uldeve84u

    BB Bottoms who don't take loads

    No doubt in my mind at all that such bottoms are employed but never accept a paycheck on pay day. They just do the work for a company for fun. In the same regard, they get fucked for the fun of it. They don't want a pay day--the idiots.
  5. a6uldeve84u

    Sorry, No Escort Anything Anymore

    How can those women stand him? There is an easy answer to that: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Talk about being in the prostitute/porn star business.
  6. a6uldeve84u

    Welcome

    Welcome to my new and very first blog anywhere. I hope that this can be a place where others share their feelings and beliefs and be respected. No topic is banned other than those that are not acceptable to this web site. It is hoped that what is written here is read with an open mind and responded to with courtesy. We live in a republic where each person's beliefs are of worth even if we totally disagree with those beliefs. That is a basic tenant of a republic. With all that in mind, does anyone have a topic that they would like discussed or even a rant to air?
  7. a6uldeve84u

    Anon Sex - How do I do I get past the fear?

    Getting your head wrapped around what it is that you fear as well as what guilt you have will put you in the right direction. No one can do this for you. Only you can overcome your fear and guilt. Guilt was developed and is designed to make one fearful of something. Fear and guilt go hand-in-hand. No doubt it all stems from your childhood where you were taught by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even probably siblings that this, that, and another were all things you aren't supposed to do because you'll go to Hell in a handbasket if you do. When I came to realize that guilt and fear over having sex with another man was crazy, there was no looking back. (I'm not turning into a pillar of salt.) There is no rationale for having guilt or fear of having sex with another man. So, get in that hotel room, fire up your apps, post those ads, respond to those ads, and say yes. Then, open the door to your hotel room and have at it. But, it's all up to you. As tennis shoes advertisements used to say: JUST DO IT!
  8. a6uldeve84u

    Sorry, No Escort Anything Anymore

    I do hate to say this as it potentially could become a nightmare for the staff. To err on the side of prudence, it would seem that anyone who does search out such references might want to report anything of a suspicious nature to the staff. I realize that this will put a huge burden on the staff to review such notices but it would seem better to be absolutely thorough than to have an overlooked item resulting in a closing of the site and/or fines. I find it abhorrent that this law is or is about to be enforced. I have already written to my congressman and railed against the law. I sent copies to my two senators, but I know those will fall on deaf ears (McConnell and Paul of Kentucky). And, yes, I sent my messages via my Bellsouth address. When the internment camps (read gulag or concentration camp) are open, I'll be there no doubt. But, I won't go quietly.
  9. a6uldeve84u

    Biker initiation

    XTF2020, as Jean-Luc Picard would say, "Make it so."
  10. a6uldeve84u

    Park Cruise

    MackyJay, you've got one nice perverted mind. Thumb's up! Or cock's up!
  11. You are an incredible story teller, inspired me to finally try my hand at it.  Thank you!!

    1. a6uldeve84u

      a6uldeve84u

      Your flattery is very much appreciated and humbles me greatly.  Writing is a very difficult and strenuous for me as it requires a constant reading and editing on my part.  When I read and "hear" the words, I can tell if a word or two is not appropriate.  Nothing is ever posted to be read until in my own heart, cock, and ass respond and let me know it is time to share with others.

      Your decision to write is EXCELLENT!!!  You will do well.  Draw on your own experiences or the experiences of others/friends who have confided to you.  Of course, dutifully changing names, places, and enough of the details so as not to get caught telling about those close to you. 

      Better still, go wild in your thoughts.  What fantasy/ies do you have?  Explore those in a story.  Just don't forget to turn those fantasies into reality.

      I'll offer you specifically a chance to take one of my unfinished tales and let you finish it.  I wrote about this and posted my offer (with Dr. Scorpio's permission) online for anyone.  The story will be YOURS and you may take it in any direction that you choose.  Some tales are pretty well developed while others are in a formative state.  The only thing I ask is that the story be finished and published here on Breeding Zone.  Do not consider this as pressure on you.  It is meant only as a friendly offer to help you get started.

      My very best advice is to write for yourself.  Write about whatever excites you.  Let your reader "see" your characters in depth and the plot unveiled.  You can do this.  And, since you want to write, you will write and succeed at it.

      Bill

    2. cumstick

      cumstick

      I would love to work on that story.  It's fun to work on a couple in parallel.  If you can send me the file that would be great.

  12. a6uldeve84u

    New Owner

    I heard something recently and can not get the information confirmed. Does anyone know if this is true or not? Once upon a time to verify that a female was pregnant, a test was run using a rabbit. The rabbit died in order that the ovaries of the rabbit could be harvested to verify a woman was or was not pregnant. But, to test a man to see if he was "pregnant", the chosen rabbit lived . . . but turned gay. Is there any truth to this or is someone kidding me?
  13. a6uldeve84u

    I Helped Tag My Brother-in-law

    CHAPTER 4 “What did you stop for? Keep going! Don’t stop now,” came the begging cries from Devon. “Please, don’t stop fucking me! Fuck me. Come on, man, FUCK ME!” Brad turned and winked at me. He resumed fucking Devon driving into him as a drive shaft on a train turning the wheels as fast as possible. Devon continued to moan louder. Then, Devon raised up on his hands giving a deep guttural growl and began back slamming onto Brad’s cock. It was amazing to watch the two of them in tandem. Each had a determination but for a different cause. “FUUUUUUUCCCCCK!” Brad bellowed as he unleashed his more potent poisonous swimmers into Devon’s ass. Brad drove his cock deep into Devon’s ass holding it there until there was nothing left. Devon sank down onto the bed as Brad slowly withdrew his bloody and slime-covered cock from Devon’s wrecked ass. Brad sank down to the floor to steady himself. Devon slowly got off the bed. He looked around. He got his clothes together and got dressed. He walked slowly to the bedroom door and stopped. He stood there conflicted and his face averted. Finally he quietly asked, “Would . . . would it be okay if I came back tomorrow night?” Brad said, “Sure.” Devon left. For almost five months, Devon came back to Brad’s apartment two to three times a week to get fucked by both of us and sometimes to fuck me. Brad and I filled him as much as we could with our poison juices. On one special occasion, we each fucked two loads of our poison in Devon. He was becoming a veritable cum whore. Devon showed up one night a couple of months later and said he wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t sure he should be there. Brad insisted that he stay and began undressing Devon who offered no protest. We both fucked our loads in his ass. After Brad was finished, he told Devon he wanted to finger him for old time’s sake and Devon consented. Brad used his nails on Devon who winced and jerked but by this time never made a sound of protest. Brad showed me his bloody fingers. I sucked them clean. We sent Devon packing and celebrated by Brad fucking my brains out twice. Brad was as eager to pump his poison into me in celebration as I was eager to get a fresh load of his poison nectar. Three days later Devon called and told us that there was no way he could make it. He was much too sick. He said he had the flu but couldn’t understand how that could be. Brad told Devon to call back in ten minutes. Devon agreed. I called my parents and told them to call my sister. I knew if my sister told them Devon was ill they would get her out of the house and take her to stay with them. That was what happened. When Devon called back, he told us he was alone and sick. His wife had gone to stay with her parents while he was ill. Brad told Devon to give his address and we would come over to help him. He hesitated but finally relented. Devon answered the door. He looked terrible. I didn’t care what the neighbours thought if they saw me entering in a black leather hood and Devon never mentioned it. Inside, we went to the master bedroom where Devon fell back into bed. Brad wasted no time and stripped as did I. We both stripped Devon and got him on the bed. He kept protesting but he never really tried to stop us. And, for the next three days Brad and I kept fucking and filling Devon with our poisonous loads. On the third day, Brad and I told Devon that he was getting better and that we were leaving. Devon was a bit disappointed. He walked us to the door opening it courteously. Brad said his good-bye and walked out. I turned to look directly at Devon and removed my hood. Devon’s eyes popped out as he took a couple of steps backwards and gasped. “For all the evil vicious things you have ever done to my sister, you have now been re-paid in kind. You need to go see your doctor and have an HIV test run because I’m pretty sure you are now HIV positive. Brad and I have seen to that. And, when you ask my sister for a divorce, she gets everything, and I mean everything. If she doesn’t, your HIV status will be all over this town,” I quietly said. I smiled, did a little bow, turned, and walked out the door never looking back. Months after my nephew was born Devon asked for the divorce. My sister got everything. I kept my mouth closed. And, Brad and I would run into Devon at our favourite adult book store from time to time. There were no hard feelings now . . . on my part. I enjoyed watching my former brother-in-law turn his ass around for any man to fuck. From an arrogant prick, I’ve watched him become a repository for cum and from what I’ve seen and heard especially HIV cum.
  14. a6uldeve84u

    Park Cruise

    If you two are speaking about the "He" at the end of paragraph 7, there is a very simple explanation. MackyJay, you no doubt were putting in a laugh (He He) and decided only half a laugh was needed (He). Simple explanation.
  15. I am really enjoying your latest story "I Helped Tag My Brother-in-law"... I hope that you keep it coming.

    1. a6uldeve84u

      a6uldeve84u

      It will continue to keep coming as do the characters.  But, there isn't much more.  It's one of my shorter tales.  I just couldn't find a way to keep it going.

       

      Bill

    2. Petereater

      Petereater

      Thank you for sharing what you can.  Steven

    3. a6uldeve84u

      a6uldeve84u

      There will be one final chapter posted by tonight.

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