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Oat milk? Never heard of it before ... 🤮 But, thanks for the suggestion.

Of course, but most bottoms need at least something to lube them up for the first Cock, especially if we're on the thick side of things. I've never experienced a bottom that didn't love the frozen Sperm instead of some commercial stuff. They often did suck in their breath when the ice-cube-cum was tongued up their Hole, but it melts quickly. Plus, it makes for much tastier eating too. Another plus is, they know they're in for a hottttt fuck before it even begins .... somewhat of a mindfuck too.

Well, thanks for the recommendation, but I did try almond milk. I like nuts (yeeeessss, both kinds), but almond just seemed to be lacking in taste - more like white water. Thanks for the suggestion, but I'll stick with the soybeans.

Come to think of it, no - but it's really dark in there. You have to feel your way around; there could be a guy standing right next to you, and you hear him breathing, but can't see anything. So last night they weren't there, that I saw anyway. Previously, it's been Sat nights - so maybe I'll see them tonight. That hot Hole is probaby lost to me though, since I'm disinclined to entertain their (apparent) fetish. I reckon I won't go hungry though !! Plenty for every guy.

LOL .... two peas in a pod: Once when I was in grade school, I remember the pastor of our church quietly asking my dad if we needed any "help" - he thought I wasn't getting enough to eat !!!!!! My dad was offended of course, but way too awed by the majesty of the ministerial concern to say anything but "we're fine", or something blandly inoffensive. I ate like God's First Horse back then (well, still do, I suppose), but nothing seemed to stick around longer than a day.

The Top should correct his bad aim, swoop down, suck it up, and snowball it to the bottom. Waste not, want not.

This reminded me of Junior High: we had swimming class naked, the locker room was separated from the showers by the swimming teacher's office/private locker room. He always always undressed and changed from whatever into his swimming trunks right in front of the open door to his office/locker room. And always was watching us going back and forth between the showers and lockers. I recall him being good-looking, muscular, hairy, all of that - but it never occurred to me until reading the post that he might have been gay. What I do remember of him, is that brilliantly red Olds'98 convertible w/glass-packs he drove. I think it was a 396, largest displacement Olds offered that year.

Well, as I mentioned earlier, the cholesterol did start to catch up with me, and now I only eat 3 fairly small chocolate chip cookies with a glass of phoney milk* every night. One of our local grocery chain-stores has a very good bakery dept, and that's how I deal with maintaining my chocolate addiction. So, I never walk down the cookie-aisle in the grocery store, and have altered (for the worse, obviously) my eating habits for at least 20 years. I do like healthy food too - it's just that I liked unhealthy food more. I didn't know about the alteration of Lorna Doones though, but I forewent (past tense of forgo?) that lovely ladies cookies long ago. As in raw fucking, it's a good thing to get tested - even for food consumption habits - so we can take the appropriate (if regrettable) steps in time. I've alway been slim, and thought that unless I started to gain weight I'd be ok. Not the case - at the time, apparently the blood was turning into Karo's syrup. But, testing / treating the cholesterol kept me in good shape. At this point, I don't even miss all the fat I used to eat anymore. *soy milk .... yeech .... but, one can get used to it .....

Obviously, but irrelevant to the thread. What is relevant, is being tested/treated regularly. Completely relevant. I simply don't understand why guys who fuck the way we do don't bother to get tested, and very regularly. It's like a herd of ostriches at the beach - all (big) heads buried in the sand, and all (smaller) heads buried in each other. There may be several theories as to why this situation exists, but again, irrelevant. The point is, each guy needs to "man up", get himself tested and treated, and thus not share his infection with his fuckbuddies and/or anonymous tricks. The conclusion is unavoidable that these guys are too self-centered to care about their "brothers-in-the-life", and that is tragic. Just because we reject one "culturall convention" doesn't mean we are therefore entitled to reject all cultural conventions. We stop at a red light, because it's for everyone's safety. We trust other, anonymous drivers to do the same. We step aside to let a wheelchair-bound person pass by first, because it's a common courtesy. We all know that culturally, we are rejects of the majority - a fact some of us revel in. There is a price to be paid for rawfucking each other, and that price is getting tested very regularly, receiving treatment, and caring for our brothers at least as much as we care for ourselves. It's not the straights we're harming when we don't bother - it's each other. I know that some guys complain about the cost of precautionary acts, but that's simply not an excuse. I get tested more often than is usually advised, because I place myself at risk of picking up bugs (and have), and thus not only for the sake of my health, but for the sake of my Lusts I get tested more often than the usual suggested time-period. I'd rather catch the bug early, and get treated early, than wait to feel ill, which in some cases might not even happen. We need to give a rats ass about each other. We need to support and uphold each other. We can and must be proactive in caring not only for ourselves, but for our brothers as well. If we don't then who the hell will?

Earlier in this thread I suggested using a pony glass. It's already shaped with a narrower rounded bottom than a regular shot glass, somewhat like the head of a Cock. Easy to collect loads in, easy to keep in the freezer, and easy to pop one into your mouth and deliver it to it's intended destination. Then, watch their eyes roll back in their head. I can easily see why regular ice-cube-shaped frozen loads would be difficult to take.

Well reasoned, well said. I kinda like that "accessories" connotation too. Yes, I want the power windows. Yes, I want it in triple black. Yes, I want the autronic eye. Yes, I want the 440. No, I don't want the dual a/c -just the front seat a/c. I'll be driving in the front; let those in the back seat sweat - they'll taste better.

Occasionally we had to go to Aunt Bitch's house for Christmas, and she would sometimes roast a goose. Each guest family would get a mason jar of rendered goose-fat, and it was gladly accepted. When used to make gravy, it was goooood !!!!!

Of course .... Thanks for the jog to my memory. I always liked when that old woman - probably a silent movie star trying to pay the bills - would insult the husband. Funny stuff.

Yep, I remember <grin> There is only ONE equally delicious "lube" other than butter on EARTH, it's completely natural, and is best served at normal body temperature. In my particular heritage, butter is the Universal Food, handed down from Valhalla itself. I used to eat at least a stick of Land-0-Lakes Unsalted a day*, but then this thing called cholesterol caught up with me. So, I ditched eating the things I used to eat with a lot of butter, and stick to more healthy foods. The cholesterol has been low now for a number of years, but I'm not sad about it - I had far more than my share before it caught up with me. I don't even buy butter anymore. *remember Lorna Doone's cookies? One nice thick pat of L.o.L.U. with each one (of course, there was more than just one), accompanied by black coffee as an afternoon snack would keep me at full throttle until dinner time.

After reading your reply, and having to look up the meaning of 'himbo' - I rather doubt that's the case. Thanks for your interesting reply !!

Thanks for your thoughts. So maybe it's the behavior that offputs me more than the actual gender. A "tomboy" who likes football (and thus not displaying the usual "girly" behavior) is more tolerable. After reading your reply, I do recall a little girl (grade school years) who fit that bill, and I didn't issue her the blanket rejection - we would have races on our bikes, and occasionally she would win, which didn't offend me at all. I can't even remember her name (they moved away), but maybe she's as gay as a goose now too !!! Thanks for the reply.

Ditto. I wouldn't let my dog fuck DeathSantis - and my dog would fuck anything. I have no idea how he learned to be such a canine Pig 😇

Well, thanks again to whoever on the Moderator staff who cleared up my poorly-constructed intent. Obviously, there is absolutely no excuse to take the phrasing I mistakenly used literally. Children should never be (in my opinion) sexually molested, and certainly not human babies. I see it's over half a year ago, and I forgot about this reply - so again, thanks to whoever corrected me.

Sadly, yes. Maybe we can offer a "two for the price of one" and get rid of both. Maybe the Sovereign State of Rikers Island would be interested? Or, there's that old, now-abandoned island off San Fran that might be suitable too. At least that would fatten up the sharks in the bay, in case they tried to make a run for it.

Did you know that the original meaning is "butter & goose table"? Smor (with umlaut, 2 dots over the vowel, changes pronunciation to something like "air") means 'butter' - gas (with umlaut, small circle above the vowel, changes the pronunciation to a long "o") means 'goose', and bord means table.

That hadn't occurred to me. Maybe there really is something to all this99 business; it would all depend on how far down that path (i.e. leading to the Anti you-know-who) one was willing to go.

I'd like your input on the following: I never cared much for girls, since my earliest memory. I always liked playing with boys better as a little kid. Not at all in a sexual way - that issue was deeply and thoroughly repressed until I went away to school. Since I have no formal education in sexology (is that even a proper term?), once I did discover sex, I didn't fantasize about girls, I started having sex with boys. I have never been "patient" or "entertained" or "excited" by feminine wiles; they irritate me. I get along well with women who seem to instinctively know I am not susceptible to that kind of manipulation, and I do not deal patiently with women who think the possess gold between their legs. I even came up with an excuse (what it was I don't recall) to not rent a property to a woman, recently divorced, with gigantic breasts tightly covered by a thin skimpy tank-top shirt. The minute she sauntered up the driveway to view the property, I knew she thought she shit crushed pineapple just because of those flabby, unsightly tits packed into that little shirt. It seems to me that I simply have an in-born distaste for women, and their flirty, giggly, silly, useless behavior. By contrast, even before I had any notions of what sexual drives are, I enjoyed spending time with boys, and what must be an in-born affinity for my own gender.

From your fingers to Whatever's ears ..... we'd be thrilled to ditch the guy, one way or another.

I think it's time for a real, down to the nitty-gritty conversation between the two. And it's past time for him to go on Prep. We should never suppress our natural needs. More, we shouldn't be sexually dangerous when there's an intimate "other" involved, until we're completely protected from bugs to the extent possible. The wife gave him a lot more rope than most wives would, and it's starting to sound like he's not focusing enough on protecting someone he professes to love. Bihusband, get on PReP. Get all the inoculations against the various std's that exist. Do it soon. Once the waiting period (for efficacy to develop) has been fulfilled, put on your fuckshirt, and get your hungry ass fucked full. And by all means, fulfill your promises to your wife. Good luck !!

Thanks for helping out with the election. For the primaries, I did too - but they sent me to Lighthouse Point - populated almost entirely by R's - which I am not. Still, everyone who's registered gets to vote, and I went and did what I said I'd do. So when they called about today's election, I said "ok, but I'm NOT going back to that area". Had to be there by 5:00 am, and stay past 7:00 pm, until everyone in line had the chance to vote, the polling place closed, everything put in it's proper place, and all the ballots on their way to HQ. That's over 15 hours of biting my tongue, and I said I wouldn't go there again. Apparently, they had enough workers, since they didn't call me for today's election. I can deal with the hours. It's the endless lines of entitled "Do you know who I am"'s. The longer it went on, the more curt my replies. I heard every ridiculous excuse for them not doing what they should have done prior that was ever invented. Eventually, I just ignored them, wordlessly did my job, and silently pointed to where they should go next. Some people seem to think they shit crushed pineapple. Worse, some of the men were hot !!!!!