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I can't find the 'applause' doo-dad, so ..... clap clap clap !!!!!

To the original question though, I have to admit that I would find it a bit cheeky. I well understand the reason for asking for proof, which is the fact that a certain percentage of us haven't figured out yet that it's always best to be honest, or at least parry and then move on. On the other hand, I have never carried the requisite "proof" in my back pocket, and I rather doubt I ever will. When asked, I answer honestly, and I know there are are guys that lie. But, if my answer isn't enough, there are plenty of other guys that don't ask, and only want to take loads. Those are the guy's I go to the backrooms/fuckjoints for in the first place.

I think what you're describing is endemic across the country since the "secret veil" was ripped off a certain segment of our population in a different context. Once dishonesty became the coinage of a large chunk of the population, the coarsening of our society has deepened quickly. The fact is, where would men like me be without cumdumps? Up a damn creek, that's where. Once the binding elements of any social structure are gnawed at enough, the binds loosen, and the behavior worsens. I think you can and should call out these self-encrusted men that steal your stuff, make appointments and not keep them, all of that negative stuff. The internet may enable them to behave selfishly, but it can also enable them to be shamed for their own selfishness.

Be careful about the Swedish. I got a "warning" from one of the moderators for saying exactly what you said to a guy in Sweden - just for saying "thanks" in the language of my birth to a fellow Swede.

Obviously true. It's pitiful, but it's all too commonplace. OK. I'll buy that. It's how the acts are conducted that's important, not the verbalizing (or would that be writingizing?). Well, how about communicating then .....

So do I. We can't control the actions of others, but we can control our own. Take every precaution available, and then decide if you're comfortable with doing what you want to do. In other words, take the responsibility away from the trick, and shoulder it yourself.

So are we !!!

When I started having sex, the only guys that used condoms (they were called "rubbers" back then) were the straight guys, not wanting to get roped into marrying some girl at 16, 18 years old just because she pulled her pants down and said fuck me. Aside from a small handful of gay guys who "fetishized" condoms, no one used them - it was virtually unheard of - and fucking was almost as casual as saying hi to some guy.

I know what 'degradation' means, but I looked up a number of definitions anyway. "the process in which the beauty or quality of something is destroyed or spoiled" This was one of the least violent definitions I found in several dictionaries. Are you able to substitute this word (destroyed) with something less destructive? Degradation has a flavor of violence, force, Power for Power's sake to it. It seems to leave little room for the magnificence that can happen between a Dominant and a submissive. I know how to Dominate men - I've been doing it for many years. But I never 'destroy or spoil' them. Rather, I uphold and honor their sexual requirements/lusts, fulfill them, enable them, complete them, revel in them. There are myriad ways/sexually perverse acts that men so inclined can, should and must indulge in, sharing the Connection through acts like you describe, and make possible. Virtually any agreed-upon sexual act between men can be uplifting, mind-blowing for both men. Even over the ether, I know you, I uphold you, honor you, and every single quality that makes you who you are. Even if we actually met one day, I could never allow you to be harmed, injured, let alone degraded or spoiled (in the actual definition). "Used", definitely, and in the most respectful ways. Destroyed or spoiled? Never.

Just two experienced Pigs wallowing in the same damn trough, I reckon .... 😇 I wonder what the chances are we both fucked the same Hole in the Eagle's backroom .....

If he enjoys it so much I do hope it lasts longer than 10-15 minutes! Well, I don't see the point in going to a backroom or fuckjoint and not sampling the assets of any number of bottoms. Usually I rut in any number, and then go back and Breed in whichever was my favorite - and take my time about it. There are a lot of bottoms that need experienced Cock up their Holes, and it's up to guys like me to satisfy that need. We probably won't Breed every single one, but we can share our talents / techniques, and that's usually well-appreciated. Thanks for your response.

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.