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I find I need to fuck before I do a fisting session. I need a hybrid or silicone lube. Water dries out too fast. And I have a hard time with water based lubes. For fisting I use JLube or Crisco. But fucking after using those two lubes for fisting feels the same as wearing a condom to me. I love my erection because there isn't friction or sensitivity. Does anyone else have that reaction?

Crisco is often off putting to bottoms. I prefer it as a verse buttom for fisting and toys, but not for fucking.. An alternative would be using the store brand or off label Crisco. Crisco's smell is specifically created by the company and trademarked. Store brands don't have the Crisco smell.

I haven't but unless it's a particular fetish I wouldn't recommend it. You are much better off with Crisco, JLube, abolene. If you want a butter smell, maybe butter flavored Crisco.

Same

As a bottom sub into cnc and force, I concur

I will do another chapter soon if you still want it

Was it the right choice? No. But Biden felt guilty because Hunter was used as a political pawn and probably wouldn't have been investigated nor arrested if his father wasn't President. I would feel like that if I were Biden. But he did the crime and should of served his sentence Biden is leaving public life. He knew he wasn't a popular President with no legacy to preserve, so he decided fuck it and pardoned his son. He took off the President's hat and put on his Dad hat. Dad wanted to spend the very little time he has left with his son. Biden has had a lot of loss in his life. He lost a wife and daughter to a car wreck,, and his other son to cancer. He didn't want to lose Hunter. Family is family. I would kill to protect mine. And in a post election, post truth, post respect of our laws who really gives a shit. All bets are off. A lot of don't care any more, because its a done deal. None of our institutions will be left, health care will be cut and a lot of chronically ill people will die; including HIV+ people and U=U will not happen as much, so be prepared to use condoms again. Who cares about marriage? I will be happy not to end up in a Christian Nationalist Concentratiin Camp. Trump won't leave office till he dies. He's said that much. The GOP cherry picks what rules they will follow. Dems let them. Laws don't matter anymore. At least for the elite. Everyone can get pegged. The world is flat. Windmills kill birds Democrats control the weather.

They made it into a pizza place. It was sad to see it go. It was seedy and falling apart. You could smell the mildew and mold in the basement level where the steam room and old under ground pool were located. I missed being able to swim there, but remembered it in porn that I had scene. It was sad to lose the murals on the main level. I had a lot of fun at Mans Country. I used to do the FF demo once a month. Chicago has lost a ton of ground to the yuppies moving into the area. They lost the Bijou which was a historic adult threatre and play space. They lost Manhandler and the Machine Shop as well. Mans Country was once quite the place to be. I was visiting with Judy Tenuta after a show and she talked about doing shows there. It was tragic on the level of when Portland lost four story Club Portland to McMenamins

Exactly. Dragging my hole raw is the perfect way to describe that reality.

Basically, its like muggers. They aren't going to mess with the big guy who is aware off his surroundings and confident. They are going to target the drunk guy who is tiny and not paying attentions, especially if the guy doesn't present ss confident. They want the easy mark. People actually often have a hand in their own victimization. The gay kids in high school who didn't act like being gay was a big deal where left alone and often popular even if they were open. The kids who had a chip on their shoulder, felt less than, and complained to the teachers where bullied. Sometimes ruthlessly. Often I would step in to help break something up. I told one kid to stop apologizing for who he is and just own it. He had nothing to feel ashamed or apologize for. We hung out for a while until he figured out how not to participate in the cycle of abuse. The same with these blackmaillers. They can tell by the way you react if they are going to get anything. If they aren't they move on.

So here's the thing. At some point a group of hackers broke into a website and stole a bunch of information like passwords, login info excetera They are usually from Russia, but can be from any where. They then sell that information on the dark web to scammers. Chances are he didn't have everything he claimed to have. Its like those phone calls where they pretend to be government agents who want to arrest you. They are looking for easy targets. They aren't going to waste their time on following thru. They probably have a hefty list of potential victims. Tell them to fuck off.

Humiliating for the rapist or the bottom?

First off. Its an antiviral not antibiotic. And you have to take them for at least two weeks before it's affective. The sad thing is that people who don't use it correctly get pozzed and then tell their friends that PrEP doesn't work and puts those who take their word for it, and spread HIV to even more people.

I respectfully disagree. A lot of us have an allergic reaction to latex. Often tops can't get hard with a condom. Its hard to feel any connection or sensation. Condoms smell weird. They remove the cum aspect. And tend to make the bottom sore, which limits extra play.

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I was heading to an Easter dinner at a friends house on the Subway in Chicago. A black guy kept showing me his cock on the train. I wanted to follow him off the Wilson Redline stop, but was already late. Another time was on the brownline, and a really cute Mexican guy kept flirting. We got off at the Old Town stop and fucked in a Star Bucks bathroom and then went to my place

Its happened to me more times than I can count

I think it was closed by the time I lived there.

Bath House and Hotel - Puerto Vallarta Bath House - Cardiff, Wales Chennai, India - 3 different times with 3 guys at my hotel.

I have had that happen and I tell then to do what they will and fuck off. They want easy targets who are going to fold fast. They really don't have time to blackmail you and the other thousand people on their lists.

I love both smooth guys and smooth guys if its natural. Stubble burns are a turn off. I love a guys public bush to have a bit of maintenance. When I lived in Chicago I was used to everything, but in my small town out West; hair in my mouth gags me. Now as a porn viewer and browsing profiles, manly hairy lumberhacks, bnwo and tough guys are my things. Well kept facial hair is the hole run. I turn no one away.

Bumping this up. So hot

Bumping this story up so more pigs can enjoy. It.

While cruising the State Park during a hot July summer, I decided to take one of the woodsier trails back into the wilder areas. The trail almost got lost in the underbrush, but I kept on walking. It was pretty quiet until I came into a small clearing that couldn't be seen from the road. There right in front of me was a Japanese man with his wrists cuffed and tied to seperate trees lifting him on his tip toes. His was completely naked, and his feet were similarly cuffed and tied barefoot and giving his body the appearance of an "X." Beside the man, was a table with different implements on it including lube, toys, riding crop and flogger, tit clamps. and more. Also, to my dismay ... condoms. The man felt my presence, and said, "Hey. My wife caught me smoking. I am not supposed to smoke anymore, but she caught me. She said I had to do this as punishment for my disobedience. I only ask that you play safe. You can do anything you wish, but please use condoms for fucking." "This is hot but kind of weird man," I said. I was surprised, but also turned on quite a bit. This fortunate find was stirring an aggression I didn't know I had in me. This fucker disobeyed his wife, and now he was gonna pay the price. I had on easy to kick off running shoes, shed my shorts and underwear, but kept my wife beater t-shirt on. He was smooth all over, and had a Dad bod, with some muscle. It was obvious he was pretty sedentary during his work week. I on the other hand played soccer everyday and didn't have an ounce of fat on me, which made my cock look even bigger. Under my shirt, I had a light smattering of hair and a treasure trail that reach down to the treasure this man would soon discover. I was fairly lean with a 5'10 frame, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Eyes that right now I am sure looked black. I went up and said, "Well, if I help you out, what is in it for me?" "Any thing you want?" "Anything huh?" With that I set up my camera phone on a nearby stump where he didn't see it. You could tell he was getting cold by the goose bumps on his skin and his rigid nipples. Even the little hair around his nips stood straight out. I ran my hand lightly down his back causing him to shiver. "Its your lucky day. I have some frustrations to work out," I said matter of factly. Among the toys was a ball gags, which I securely fastened to his head. It was really tight to the point that he made gurgling sounds as his tongue adjusted. I took a balaclava type mask off the table and put it over his head so he couldn't see. I got really close to his neck and licked a bit of his persperation. He shivered. I picked up the ruthless looking tit clamps with a chain tying them together. I tested the sharpness and tightness of the metal clamps. I whistled. "You might feel a little pinch." I matter of factly attached the left clamp and gave it a tug. Whimpering came from under the mask. "Oh you liked that. It sounds like it felt good. Lets do the other. I gave it a little extra pinch.'" The whimper loudly this time. I grabbed the chain and gave it a pull to the dismay of the man hanging before me. He tried to cry out, but nothing but gurggley whines. He also wiggled trying to get free. "We are just getting started friend." My backpack was still on, so I swung it off my shoulder and opened the zipper and pulled out some Icy Hot. The muscles in my back had been giving me trouble, so I kept some on hand for after practice. I took some of the cream and rubbed it all over his balls and his tiny plump dick, making sure to not miss his piss slit. He was relieved at the gentle massage until the medicine in the cream started it's slow burn. He cried out, "Peeefs stup." "I don't understand you, and I find it irritating that you are distracting me," I growled. I then put some of the cream on his already inflamed nipples. I grabbed the riding crop off the table, and then I grabbed his burning nutsac and pulled them back between his knees. I took the riding crop and gave him six good whacks with the crop on his balls. He tried to scream. "Those were for my enjoyment. Your wife gets four as well, because ..." Whack "You!" Whack. "Didn't!" Whack. "Listen!" Whack. The mask hung sweat soaked as he was trying to get away. The mosquitos were having the time of their lives drawing out his blood little by little. A wasp landed on his right pec. I took the riding crop and hit him so it stung. By the time I crushed it, It had gotten him six times. "Are you allergic to wasps?" He shook his head no. "That's a good thing for you friend. ... That wasn't out of bounds, was it? You said I could do whatever I wanted too, right? Oh, and we forgot to agree on a safe word." Silence. I walked up and washed his balls with some bottled water he had on the table. The cool of the water startled him and he shuddered. "I believe I asked you a question?" and I tugged his chain so hard the nipple clamps ripped off leaving red welts. He tried to scream and spit out a glob of sputum. I took the glob and smeared it is his crack. I took the water botter and shoved the top in his asshole and squeezed water into his rectum. Again he tried to pull away. The water came out as I used my two meaty fingers to pry it open. The water was clear. "Good boy. Now answer my question by nodding 'yes or no' before I take some of that stinging nettle you trussed yourself up near like an idiot, and apply it to some very sensitive places where the oils will burn and burn and water won't help." His head nodded in acceptence. "You said I could do whatever I wanted. Yes or no?" He nodded in agreement. "I brought along a little something something that might help you actually enjoy some of this fun we're having. Would you like that?" Head nodding through sounds of crying. I reached into my bad and found a plastic baggie full of shards. I took a fairly large one placed it at his hole, and took a small butt plug I had slightly lubed and pushed the shard it, causing instant burning. More writhing, crying, gurgling from the man hung by his extremities between two trees. "You will get used to it, you smoking disobedient asshole. You'll get to love it. Your wife will wish you still smoked a pack a day when I finish with you. We haven't even used half the stuff on this table yet." I then took a rope off the table and tied a loop around his nuts and pulled them tight to thick branch of a fallen tree and then tied his dick by the glans to the tree in front of him pulling it tight in the opposite direction. It was slipping off the tip of his dick, so I used the clamps to secure the rope. He writhed in pain as the clamps latched on, which caused his sac to painfully stretch. I took the toys and started fucking him with it and the moans that once were painful short bursts soon became calmer. Until I took the crop with his dick and balls again. The mask was soaked and to keep him from dehydrating, I ripped the mask off, and looked into his shocked eyes, removed the ball gag, and shoved the bottle in his mouth and squeezed. The water both choked and relieved the man. I refastened the ball gag, and watched as his eyes ran down my body to my hard thick 8 inch cock. "Oh yeah. That's going in you" The man looked frightened and then his eyes discovered the toxic tattoo on the back of my neck as I pulled off my tshirt. His eyes watered and I could tell he was trying to beg for mercy that he wasn't going to get. RIght then I heard the weeds move and a branch break as a passer-by was geeting too close for comfort. The park ranger stood before us. His darked chest hair poking out of the neck of his uniform. What do we have here?" He asked. to be continued.