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Please don't hold back, I certainly would enjoy other angles or positions. Just saying

When we first began, none of us truly understood sex beyond what we gleaned from porn videos, and we were far from skilled. Our development with age-appropriate peers allowed for a gradual and steady growth, promising more with each experience if we persevered. These desires fueled my imagination and encouraged my explorations. However, significant age differences can create a profound imbalance. When one party, particularly someone under 18, hasn't had the opportunity to develop themselves, and the other has 30+ years of experience, it's challenging to see that dynamic as anything other than exploitation of the inexperienced. Once a young person, as in our case, reaches the age of maturity (18), they are better equipped to understand the consequences of their decisions. While we all develop at different rates, by 18, most have experienced enough of life to form a general understanding and are expected to take responsibility for their choices. Before this age, individuals are rightly viewed as children, as they lack the life experience to fully grasp the repercussions of their actions.

I don't know about supplements making cum taste better, but I can testify that when I take Zinc Ortate, my loads are bigger, giving more of that wonderful tingly sensation in my cock when I erupt.

The taste I've come to know, generally speaking, if I was part of a panel tasked with describing a new product the Unilever Corporation was thinking of launching, would be something like this: I'd take a swallow from the cup, swish it around a bit, and then swallow. I'd remark that the texture has a consistency of phlegm, with some thinner, runnier parts. It's salty mixed with savory, leaving a slight metallic aftertaste in my throat, making me want to drink more just for the creamy part to tickle a newly created itch in my throat. It's exciting in indescribable ways, leaving my thirst unquenched, compelling me to seek more of this strange taste sensation. Personal story here: Something my straight friends and I do is get each other to eat things that kinda make you gay. Knowing damn well that I'm a homo, they offered me this rare delicacy when we were in Sapporo. Open to new experiences and not suspecting anything, I gave it a go. My friend with a super Japanese name ordered lunch for us with a special item just for me. We had a toast of sake, and then he offered me this little cup, saying, "This is something special for you, my last name." I put it in my mouth, trying to experience it in its fullness, like when you sample a new wine. I saw them starting to crack apart in laughter. I gave a look of "what the fuck." And they said, "What's the matter, my last name, you've never had a load in your mouth before?" They saw me starting to gag a little, which didn't help contain their laughter. They said, "Don't you fucking dare spit that shit out, last name. That's $50.00." I swallowed it, and they remarked, while completely red in their faces with uncontrollable laughter, "You just drank Whale Cum, you multi-species faggot." This was their revenge for tricking them both into eating cow balls on a ski trip eight years prior. In conclusion, I can say without reservation that human cum tastes better.

I like the cumdump trainer

Good show, sir. Good show, and thank you. Absolutely, we need to rise above the purposeful division and come together as one. That's what made us a community before, and it was one of our finer hours. If we come together, like you and I did, with love in our hearts and a dash of humility, there is no obstacle that can stand in our way Brother

@PozBearWIin response to your down votes The conversation that I was a part of was about a first real poz scare, where I shared previous feelings, but you had to make it about politics. Then I tried to be uplifting and put things back on track, and we’re rather flippant about things when I wouldn’t entertain politics. Here’s a little story about why I was scared and why I protected myself, since you didn’t get it the first time. A picture that I keep, somewhat wrinkled and aged over the years, with parts of the image distorted by my tears, is a photo of 21 of us plus the photographer standing at Riis Beach in Queens, NY. We’re all young, naked, and full of life, without a care in the world except what we’re doing that night. I am number 18 in that photo if you count from left to right, with me at the back since I was one of the taller guys. All of them, except me, are deceased from HIV complications. ALL OF THEM. They weren’t just fair-weather friends; they were my everything. Sometimes a therapist, a banker, a chef, a comedian—just someone to share a moment of your life. They were more than all of that; they were my brothers. All of us were discarded as trash by our families just for being gay. Some of us had harder beginnings than others. I’ll speak now of three of them. Brian #2 was from Canton, Ohio. He was beaten up for being the school fag. Unfortunately, things weren’t much better for him at home, as his father made sure that lesson was reinforced every time he drank, especially with his belt. At age 16, Brian started prostituting himself to get enough scratch together for a bus ticket to NYC. Where, on a fateful night, he ran into my friend Mark and i. Covenant House wasn’t working out for him (a shelter for youth), so Mark and I, clearly understanding his needs, put him up and shared custody of him, if you will. He wasn’t cute by any measure, but loyal like a dog with a big heart who just wanted to be loved. Before long, we helped him get a job at a coffee house that was understanding of his situation, and with the help of a pro-bono lawyer, his emancipation papers so he could legally be on his own. Eventually, he obtained his GED. As a present, we got him a fake ID so he could walk into Kurfew an 18+ party. He was so happy that day; he finally was able to go out on his own, but always wanted to be with us. Life was looking up for him until one day all of his strength was just gone, and he looked like shit. We brought him to a doc-in-a-box who did a simple HIV test. Of course, it was positive, and he wasn’t Mr. Vitamin either, so he deteriorated pretty quickly. We spread his ashes on that very same beach a few days before his 21st birthday. Mark #8, who I mentioned before, was from Chicago. His parents abandoned him at three, so his lesbian aunt took him in, doing the best she could. Life wasn’t easy for Mark; there was tons of violence in his neck of the woods. So, the day after graduating high school, he moved to NYC, which is where I met him with a terrible fake ID at my bar. I cut it up in his face, telling him I’m doing you a favor, and then asked what he wanted to drink and offered him a job as a barback. Our friendship grew fast, and he took to the gang quickly, becoming a main pillar of support. In early June 2000, on a Tuesday, we went to have lunch in midtown at a straight titty bar that had free baked ziti with admission. Titties and lunch all for $10—fantastic deal, especially considering "Showgirls" was our movie. By that weekend, he was in the hospital, and we spread his ashes in Central Park the following Sunday. Nicolas #15 was a fun-spirited guy from Ronkonkoma, Long Island. His father was a disabled war vet with a terrible drinking problem, and he never mentioned anything about his mother. He ran for the big city the day he turned 18. I met him at a party called Kurfew; tall, slender, handsome—a real catch. He loved to drink and somehow would always be able to make you laugh. He just had a knack for that, even when he got sick; he’d still make a joke about everything. A little after his 23rd birthday, his father came to collect his things. So when I mentioned in a previous post that I was scared, I meant it. The 18 other people who were part of that photo weren’t the only ones who passed on because of HIV, but that photo encapsulates a moment before, when we were still innocent. Before anyone was diagnosed, before I helped them pass with some dignity. Before I cleaned their apartments out of porn and toys. Before any of my scares, before I was afraid. The years went on, and so did the number of people I lost to HIV, including the man I loved. Some hurt more than others; each one is a piece of me gone, a part of my life lost. After a while, it all became a blur, and I stopped going to funerals. I became voluntarily celibate. Alone and afraid, with almost everyone I know dead by the time I was 27. A little after my 31st birthday, I buried the man I loved, which I have never recovered from and never will. So when I say I was afraid, I have a ton of reasons why. Each one with a name, a face, and a story, and I knew them all. They were my brothers. So in conclusion, keep your self-righteous political opinions to the political section, ok. As far as me being honest and sharing, FUCK YOU. I hope you never went through any of what I had to endure. Thanks for the downvote; it really shows who you are when a man shares of himself. You just had to inject your fucking politics, didn’t you. Hope you learn from this drubbing and become the better man that I know of you through this site. After all, isn’t that the point of life?

That is really amazing, you got fucked like a whore who stole from him, to only later be sweetened up later. Sounds like a hot time that can't be beat.

In my writings known and not yet published; when I write about being fucked into submission to a drooling mess on the floor unable to move, comes from a past experience. He gave that experience to me and taught me how to take and give completely with men. Boys would be wise to humble themselves, and seak out experienced hands. It will only better them, and that's why Daddy is a term of endearment.

Gentleman a wonderful opportunity is being completely overlooked here. We have the opportunity to shape our gay culture for generations to come, if we do this right. I see mentions of hyphenated terms, but aren't we overlooking the obvious. We need single terms to describe these types of bottoms like we do with cumdump. Simple in its meaning and plain enough for the laymen to understand. There is no debating what a cumdump is, it's behavior is in the very name itself. Any load, from any dick, at any time, or place. We need a new definition list for the plethora of bottoms described in this thread. Let's put away the unimpressive hyphenated names, and instead bring about elegant simplicity. Gentleman let's put our thinking caps on, and get to the task at hand. Let's redefine every type of bottom with simple terms that are easy to grasp.

Allow me to cheer you up a tad more sir. Back in my early 20's when I was being trained in the BDSM lifestyle, I submitted myself to a Dom slightly older than yourself. His experience beyond understanding and taught me a lot about myself. Boys who need discipline in their lives will be beating down your door if you're not careful.

Glad you caught that instead of falling victim to that. Seriously fuck those scammers straight to a CIA black site where souls beg for a quick release from life

Had a slight glitch last night with saving some pics, a vid and then a repost. So far today has been ok, what's your handle btw?

Who said romance is dead? To be honest, this almost sounds like one of the sections to a story I'm working on. Which dose involve every aspect of your story except the mirror. Look out for "Training Part 3, Beta Ortiz"

I'm always honest with my partners, if I have something I let them know. Which I would expect from them

Had this guy I've been fucking for years where I'm always the top. Until one day I reached out and said "dude I know you're a bottom but, I need some dick, had a really bad day." He came over and without regard to my comfort rammed it while holding me down and just used my hole until he blew inside of me. Was pretty hot, didn't have that big a cock, but the fact he just used me like that, and left. Really gave me exactly what I needed that day, a good unapologetic fuck in the ass. Afterwards my ass was soar, and started to feel his cum start to ooze out of my ass. Yes I ate it up, not letting a drop go to waste Yes I might call him again for an "emergency" Yes I felt cheap, used and degraded and still think fondly of it to this day. Thank God for fuck-buddies