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I'll repeat some of the advice already given and add my own spin: 1. Find out what your employer's policy is. 2. If you have any supervisory or managerial responsibilities, the answer is NO SEX. You can buy yourself and your employer a boatload of hurt because obviously, the other person [let's call him D] can make a sexual harassment claim. It won't matter very much if D initiated the contact: D can say there was implicit coercion because of your position in the company even if you have no direct supervisory responsibility over him. 3. In your initial post, you don't mention anything about any possible boyfriends, etc. D might have. Don't underestimate the chance that someone who knows D will get mad as hell at the fact that D and you frolicked. I offer two examples that occurred at my office (we had about 100 attorneys and 100 support staff, and I was a senior attorney). --- Two attorneys, S (man) and P (woman), had been having an affair for some time. S had told his wife, A, a paralegal in our office, that the affair had ended. Alas, it flared up again. Unfortunately, A found out that S and P were at it again. A's screaming at the two of them went on for about 15 minutes, and A took a few jabs at P. About 3 months later, P was transferred to one of our other offices (about 100 miles away), and the general consensus was that P had climbed the promotional ladder as far as she was ever going (in fact, I flat out rejected her request 2 years later to transfer to my section). --- The other incident was downright scary. A senior administrator (R) and an attorney (J who had been there 20 years) began an affair. J's husband, an attorney who worked for a different firm, found out about the affair. Husband came to our office one morning to visit J. He did more than just bring coffee and donuts; instead he brought 20 minutes of chaos. Husband began arguing with J, eventually helping her along to the office of R (which was on a different floor). More argument ensued in R's office and the hallway, and punches started to be thrown. At that point, a couple of retired police detectives who worked in the office stepped in to restore order; Husband wasn't a 98 pound weakling, and it took the detectives a couple of minutes to get Husband under control. (Look at the clock on your smartphone for 2 minutes -- two minutes that morning seemed like two years.) J left the office about 3 months later. --- Unless you're pretty good at karate or judo, you can be signing yourself up for some serious bruising at the hands of a pissed off relative, friend, whoever who is just mad as hell that you and D played. 4. You don't say how many people work with you. If D becomes distant after the two of you play, it's going to be noticeable if you guys work for a small company (let's say under 100 people). If your employer has a workforce of 1000, that might be less of a problem, especially if the two of you are in separate sections or divisions. 5. I've rattled on enough about this. Whatever you do, be careful....

this election night sounds damn better than last night...

Just like in the movies....!!

That you recalled him is a testament to your memory. If he remembered (and it's not clear if he did) is a testament to your skills, abilities, charm, etc.

If chapter 13 had been any hotter, my computer would have melted.

The next chapter will cause computer monitors to burst into flames....

This might be a little too much info, but I do the manscaping while I'm taking a shower, using shaving gel and a BIC razor. Use a pair of scissors or a beard trimmer to first trim your bush down, then use shaving gel and a BIC razor. Two things to remember: don't rush and don't reuse the razor. If you rush, you're likely to cut yourself, and pubic hair dulls a razor pretty fast.

From the Evening Standard of November 1, 2018: It was argued during the hearing [before the Court of Appeal] that Rowe's sentence was "manifestly excessive" and "wrong in principle". But Lady Justice Hallett announced: "A life sentence is a sentence of last resort, reserved for cases of extreme gravity, but in this case we are satisfied that the judge was right to conclude that the applicant is dangerous." She added: "The nature and seriousness of the offences was such that only a life sentence was justified, despite the applicant's age and his previous background." Rowe was convicted in November [2017] and when sentenced by Judge Christine Henson QC in April [2018] she told him that statements from victims described "living with a life sentence as a result of your cruel and senseless acts". -------- Rowe was convicted of 5 counts of causing grievous bodily harm with intent and 5 counts of attempting to cause grievous bodily harm. GBH is equivalent to first degree assault in the state where I practiced law; the maximum sentence for first degree assault (and for attempted first degree assault) is 25 years (no parole, but the prison term can be reduced by good time credit). A judge could reasonably conclude, as the trial judge did, that a life sentence was warranted. And to say that the harm to the victims is insignificant because of the availability of antiviral drugs, thus warranting a lesser sentence, seems a weak reed to support the contention. If Rowe had cut off an arm or leg of 5 of his victims, he could hardly expect a lesser sentence just because the amputee victims would each have the benefit of a prosthetic limb.

Your comment sent me on a long trip down memory lane. I had serious crushes on my 6th grade teacher and the guy who taught my 8th and 9th grade math classes. Strangely enough though, the guy who most influenced me in this context was the 25 year old guy who was the night janitor at the elementary school I had attended. I really had the hots for him and would have walked on burning coals if he told me to do so. Nothing sexual happened, but in retrospect, just hanging around him and listening to him taught me more than I realized at the time. --- Thanks for jogging my memory....

There is a remarkable similarity between this story and the story on nifty.org, specifically part 1 of the "little white pills" series.

I'll repeat @Fistcumslut's remarks: @Dubconforlife, your portrayal of the psychological aspect of domination has been pitch perfect.

About 10 or 15 years ago, I too would have thought that 30 y/o is the point at which a guy begins to know himself and can be left alone with the family silver and jewels. I have some suspicion though that the Great Recession with all of its disruptive effects on employment, money, and living arrangements pushed that age back. (I likely read this somewhere like The Atlantic but I can't even guess now where I saw the article.)

Easy-to-follow instructions with a picture. . . it's better than the instructions that come with "ready-to-assemble" furniture. And seriously, thanks for the info (and for being a good sport about this little digression about anatomy). Now all I need is someone to practice on....

Why didn’t I have teachers like Lucas and Chase when I was in middle school or high school? (Yeah, that’s a rhetorical question, but still....)

Accepting the notion that you have to take a pill every morning won’t be any easier when you’re in your 40s. If you have any desire to see your 40th birthday, start PrEP.

There’s today’s anatomy lesson 😉 — at least I could look it up online and not have to dig through a few boxes looking for my forensic medicine book. 👨🏼‍⚕️

the guy should have asked you for tips....

this was absolutely smokin' hot, and the scene with Sammy was beyond hot...! 🔥

thanks for this latest entry....

Look under Reading Material > Bareback Bloggers. There were a lot of guys writing blogs, but much of it seems to have died out beginning about 5 years ago.

Update of sorts by SFSloppy (look at "Road trip fun" in Your Last Load): On a 18 days road trip. Bf hasn’t been too sexual so I’ve resorted to local-guys-tasting. Rough start at Denver. A really hot Stanford kid was interested . I went to his service apartment and it required a card to access the elevator. He won’t come down and get me and kept asking me to tailgate. I tried and failed, and the strict security of the building made me uneasy. He has the audacity to ask me to keep trying, after a twenty minutes of failed attempt. This is the my third bad experience with a Stanford guy, would be my last for now. Left the building, an average looking poz cub nearby asked if I wanted to fuck. I went straight over, he took me down to his basement. He lubed up my ass and kept fucking me doggy while interracial porn is playing loudly at the background. He then turn me over and said, “do you want my load?” “yes please,daddy,” I said. He opened my leg wide and pounded me real hard, unloading in me eventually. My boy pussy was satisfied. Another example that average looking guys often provide better experience than the hot ones. ------

From hotguy02's A4A profile: "I'm boy to ----. On occasion he will let me suck another man's dick if I ask him for permission which he has [given] in the past."

To quote yourself back to yourself, "Just felt like we needed some new smut up" (Aug. 10, 2019), and we know that variety is the spice of life. Just because a book is at the top of the NYT best seller list for a year doesn't mean every other book is trash. Write when you're ready (statement of the obvious), but don't feel overawed by the other stories here.

Ah, “road trip.” How many porn movies began with someone leaving on a road trip...? Visions of hunky hitchhikers standing on the shoulder of the road... sigh.... If one looked at his posts over the last month, one could easily think that SFSloppyAznBottom has, to use BootmanLA’s phrasing, a “reasonably ample opportunity to play with others” when BF isn’t around. As tempting as the idea of a 3-way might be, SFSloppy would be doing the “inexperienced” BF a big favor by focusing on BF. After all, how is the BF to gain experience if SFSloppy isn’t teaching him? And if SFSloppy is trying not to hook up in order to spend as much time as possible with BF, why is he on the apps, receiving all manner of offers to plow him like a corn field? Moreover, bbzh’s view of 3-ways is spot on. If someone can be unhappy when the activity simply involves 3 strangers, the odds of someone being pissed off go up exponentially when a couple is involved. If I were a betting man, I’d bet that in a 3-way, BF would be the pissed off participant. (In fact, I stopped doing 3-ways with couples precisely because one of the other guys would invariably “catch feelings” as bbzh says.) My advice, if someone asked for it, would be to have SFSloppy keep his dick in his pants unless BF is reaching for it. If BF isn’t reaching for SFSloppy often enough, then that suggests a bigger problem that this road trip has exposed.

Exactly.