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Every guy has attractive attributes and at least a couple off-putting ones. That doesn't stop us from fucking each other - and I doubt it ever will. Sure, occasionally a guy cums along that pushes almost all our buttons, and the rest of us need to hear allllll about it. We're all "ugly" in some way, to some guy, but we're all "beautiful, fantastic, magnificent guys" in more ways than we aren't.

👍 We're all pulling for you, bud ... The fact that you're here in BZ is already a great step. Ask any guy on here anything you want/need to know ... you'll get to where you need to be !!

I think most folks tend to develop speech-mannerisms native to where we grew up. One of mine, which I never have managed to get rid of, is adding the word "then" to a sentence, which is common as dirt where I grew up. For instance, asking the question "how does that work then?" or "where did you go then?" or "what did you do there then?" or "if you don't like it, don't do that then", on and on. Sometimes I get a quizzical look, but most folks just don't bother. Even typing here on BZ (I almost always try to go back and correct mistypes, grammar, spelling, etc) I catch a "then" or three and get rid of them.

What more can anyone ask of others? It's the "default" position.

Given the OP's apparent concern about the world finding out who he (actually) is, I wonder why he initially offered personal identifying information in the first place. Things like birthdays, actual age, other personal identifying information can justifiably be "close", but not the actual facts. Whether one was born in September of 2000 or October of 2000 wouldn't make much difference to other guys on BZ, neither would be whether he's got a hairy Hole or smooth - 7" Cock or 7.25" Cock - blue eyes or grey - blonde hair or brown. There are plenty of "empty" profiles on BZ, and their commentary is appreciated as much as guys with profiles filled with minutia such as whether they eat one egg or two for breakfast. Publishing details that are so intensely "identifying" seems odd for a guy that fears such information would become (as it always does) "public" information. There are risks involved in just getting out of bed in the morning.

This question was easy ........ None. Period.

There was a bar down on Lincoln Ave called the Meat Market; it could just as well have been called the PigPen too. There was a urinal upstairs on the South wall - no enclosure, no nothing - just a urinal bolted to the wall. Guys would fuck/suck whatever all over the place, and this urinal was just ... there. After the heat of doing battle for a while I needed to piss, wriggled my way over to that urinal, and found two guys - one on each side of the urinal - naked, kneeling with open mouths. so I just tried to split it up between the two. I'd had a couple of beers by then, so it wasn't "coffee-piss" (which is about the last thing from an aphrodisiac), and finished up, hoping they enjoyed it. Didn't do much for me, but - to each their own. I remember thinking 'shit - glad it's not me that has to scrub the floor in the morning' ......

Well, around here - Fort Lauderdale - it isn't a problem ....

Probably rather few Breed without some kind of 'announcement' of varying kinds. The verbal communication between T & b is one of the fun parts, as I see it. I tend not to get loud about the impending event - merely bending over, getting my mouth near his ear is enough - saying things like "now I'm gonna make you one of my boys ..." But there are other ways we communicate too - tactile, for instance. We can purposely alter our breathing to communicate with the Hole, increase arm-pressure, all kinds of things, but the verbal communication is unmistakable, plus, it can be heard by others nearby, which only pours gas on everyone's fire.

Honing the definition of "journey" somewhat, my own "journey" only began once I went away to school. It's not easy to explain or understand, but in the burg where I grew up, one of the most horrific things that could happen would be that others would look down on you, for whatever reason. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. "What will (other) people think?" was one of the worst-possible results of misbehavior that could possibly occur. So, I was raised in a "lemming-like" crowd of people who would do anything to prevent others from having so much as a question about their behavior. When everyone you interact with - kids, parents - know who you are, who your parents are, which Church you go to, only the really rebellious ones do whatever they want and say f.y. to the cultural structure, and they were cast out early on. Even years later, when I took the exit off the Interstate to visit my folks, it seemed like heavy, wet, invisible blanket settled over me, and didn't lift until I hit the Interstate back to Chicago. Once I escaped - went away to school - it was different; I could be who I knew I needed to be - certainly not "out" - no one was, but at least there weren't authority figures everywhere waiting to catch any infraction, summoning forth the HellFire to burn me to a cinder. So it was an "Alex-in-Wonderland" kind of thing. I sucked my first Cock, fucked my first Hole, all the stuff every other guy does, figured out where I fit in the amazing puzzle we call "Life", and never looked back, Sure, I have a few regrets, things I could have done better, but none of those have one bit to do with coming to terms with my sexual proclivities. The arrival of hiv certainly did put my tastes on hold for a coupe of years, but sticking to my life-partner exclusively was hardly a cross to bear. So when the medications against it became available and guys started fucking in the backrooms again, it was nice to get back to "pig" fucking. Best of all, I'm still l doing what I want, when I want, and that's one definition of real Freedom.

To my sorrow, I completely agree. It does feel the same now as it did then. I watched Kent State happen on tv, threatened to run away if my parents didn't let me ride the Freedom Busses to the protests in the Southern States. LBJ, that disgusting Sec'y of Defense McNamara, that misguided Westmoreland, the entire cesspool of "Containment". The President offered draftee's a deferment if they would take a teaching degree as well as whatever they were really interested in, which is when I found out I had little use for children, but I did it for the deferment. At least it was honest, unlike the life-long-liar with the orange shit smeared all over his face. If he really did have bone spurs, it would take more than a heavy-duty golf cart to drag his corpulent ass around a golf course.

You're right, of course - which is why I took care to add the disclaimer. Congrats on such an inventive expansion on that R woman's dirge, as she delivered their response. At first, I too actually thought it was one of those commercials asking viewers to donate to animal-rescue causes. As a guy that loves dogs a lot more than some people (having kept dogs since the 6th grade), I wouldn't give one thin dime to the R-"dogs", but I do support animal-rescue causes.

Well, I have to admit it was more of a 'wish-list" than an actual prediction. Sometimes we just have to wait for decades for some negative construct to simply fade away.

Well said - particularly the last phrase. Tops that hinge their "Top-ness" on being jerks are missing the boat.

I think most of us start out fairly "vanilla", mostly thanks to repressions, both cultural and religious. But the more action we get, the wider our horizons become, we hear about new and exciting sexual acts, some are attracted to them and some aren't. I started fucking guys before hiv came along, and no one fucked with 'rubbers', (save a handful of guys that created some kind of fetish with them). The more guys I fucked, the more I knew - sensed - realized - that I was a bit "special" in my proclivities, and simply accepted that those repressive rules didn't apply to me. I didn't feel guilty about myself then, and never have. It is what it is, so we should take full advantage of whatever rocks our balls, try anything that makes our Cocks hard, and keep moving forward - ever deeper into the thrills - it just keeps getting better and better.

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Hmmmm .... where is that little doo-dad that relieves us of such nonsense .... I know it's here somewhere ,,,,

Post-SOTU address last night, I doubt anyone that want's to be taken seriously can let the phrase "sleepy Joe" escape their mouths/fingers anymore. Over an hour of energetic proposals to right the wrongs of "his predecessor", the do-nothing/accomplish nothing worth noting poseur. There were plenty of proposals, new ideas how to right the wrongs, improve the lives of not merely his supporters, but of every citizen. Compare that depth and breadth of Biden's proposals to the shallow, thin veneer of hatreds offered by his bloviating opponent. Of note, the simpering little boy sitting behind the President's left shoulder appeared to be fighting back the tears of his failures, his party's failures, and the failures of his world-view. There simply couldn't be a more clear difference between the two running for President.

As they say in the Real Estate business .... location, location, location.

I would say that I'm concerned, but I don't actually worry. There's a hefty chance that women, pissed off over losing autonomy over their own bodies (and their supporters) will turn out in November, just as they have in recent state elections, and decisively ditch the repressive crowd. The R's have been defeated in a number of states, across the board. Add to that the traditional Dem base, and the odds aren't all that bad for Nov. Plus, now that the double-tongued bastard Majority Leader is ditching, that'll take the air out of the balloon for some of the less-committed R's. This racing season, they'll all be singing one last stanza of My Old Kentucky Home for that miserable wretch. That said, every one of us has to get out and vote these clowns out of office. Up ballot, down ballot, the whole thing.

Welcome, happybreeder555. We hope to hear more from you, and the state of bb affairs back in Chicago.

Isn't it odd how the so-called "Evanglicals" - purportedly following the message of Jesus - don't give a rats ass that their "Second Coming" is centered on a serial rapist, and all the countless other spectacular character flaws he possesses? So much for following what they claim as their foundational belief-system. They're "evangelizing" the direct opposite of what they seem to think is their "belief-system".

None. A frat brother in undergrad was my first fuck. So, the first for me was at age 18.

Not around here .... too many mosquitos are also hungry for action. The only mitigating circumstance would be when there are a lot of guys - like Inn Leather, for instance - and the mosquitos have plenty of other dining-selections to choose from. There's Haulover nude beach a little bit S of Ft. L., but sex is strictly forbidden, and that beach is patrolled by the cops.

My kind of guy ... ready at a moment's notice !!!