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Hello guys Ive been following breeding zone for a long time now even before starting to post some of my personal stories here (5 loads in a single afternoon, etc) and somehow over time found this site kinda like a safe place to vent my thoughts and fantasies without being judged . The thing is this time I have nothing sexual to talk about but instead I want to talk about some personal stuff thats being happening to me and hopefully I can get an advice or at least some words of hope to help me move forward with my life. Im going to start this saying Im one of the few latinos from latin America here on BZ, I cannot say exactly where Im from cause theres a huge conflict and censorship coming from the US Towards my country in addition to the dictatorship that we already suffering from within. I can only say the name starts with V and its located between Brazil and Colombia. (Please try not to type the full name of my country in the comments cause Im fearful that ill ring bells somewhere) Anyway, In 2018 (full blown crisis in effect) I managed to get out of here thanks to an art contest that I won in mexico and they paid me enough money to buy a plane ticket and pay for my passport (2000$) despite missing the award show I was invited to (its on YouTube if you wanna see it for yourself) due to government making things very difficult for anyone who wanted to leave the country. Somehow I managed to get out and go to Argentina where like any other inmigrant started from the bottom and successfully climbed the social ladder to even becoming an upper middle class citizen going from Delivery boy on bike to an Bilingual English-Spanish Interpreter in addition to my carreer thats graphic design and a painter (I was so proud of what I achieved in so little Time) Lived there for 5-6 years, fell in love and enjoyed my life and sexuality like ive never thought I could (Buenos Aires is one of the most pro LGBTQ+ cities in the world) and everything seemed wonderful till things started going the wrong way. I worked for an American company that helps latinos that doesn't speak any English in the US to get simple things done. Its a 3rd party contractor so It can go from helping parents understand whats going on with their children at school to helping people enroll in medical insurances or simpler things like paying bills. This job allowed me to make good money (for latin America) around 1k a month so since I had not only 1 but 2 jobs I decided that I was economically stable enough to visit my parents whom I haven't seen in 5-6 years. Thats where things started going bad... I got home December last year with luggages full of presents and gifts for my loved ones and everything seemed normal. One thing I didn't know and learned the hard way its that international relations do matter when it comes to Digital Nomads and since both countries US and V always had heated relationships I ended up getting fired not only from one but the 2 jobs that I had (they can track your IP address easily and find out where are you logging in from). Everyone that follows the news knows that V along with Congo are the countries with the highest inflation in the world (it got to a point where prices surpassed 100% inflation daily, hard to believe for the american eye) plus top 5 in violence and corruption worldwide with a minimum wage of 70$ and an XL Box of cereal costing 30$. Im saying all of this to give you a quick context of what we're dealing with and ofc brown water coming out of every faucet if youre lucky to have running water to Begin with... (I live in the suburbs, once upon a time "privileged" area) After losing my jobs and being rejected over and over again on remote jobs for my nationality (they literally clarified me the reason each time) plus being unfairly locked up by crooked cops having me to spend 400$ of my own money to bail myself out to avoid having a record, since you cannot travel out being an offender, even less migrate to another country) I rocked bottom and had a breakdown that led me to cry for weeks straight and barely let me get out of bed thanks to the crippling depression I had. Thankfully I managed to somehow get back on my feet. Gathered the rest of my savings and asked an uruguayan lover I had to lend me 300$ to finally get out of this pandemonium once for all. Bought my plane ticket and decided to head back to Argentina... unfortunately things didn't end there... As some of you know presidential elections were held not so long ago in Argentina and in V . In Argentina Milei won and in my country the same ol people remained in charge. That meant clashes between the two and the V Destroying almost every international relations with any country that disagreed with the results including Argentina. This leading to the removal of the embassy of V from Argentina. This happened a month before my flight. Packed all my stuff and I was ready to leave here and never look back but destiny had other plans... I got deported back as soon as I stepped into Argentinian territory, with no justified reason just "orders from above" my passport and paperwork was fine. I was just a casualty on a higher power war. This was unlawful and clearly something beyond my control. After spending almost 3 days from airport to airport scorted and with my passport confiscated I got back to the place I never wanted to come back to....just for wanting to visit my parents. If you was able to read this far Im very thankful, it means a lot to me but please the last thing I want is for y'all to feel sorry for me. What I do want is If some of you went through the same thing as I did please share some advice on how to get over this and if someone knows how or where I can get any job opportunities (keep in mind V is under a blockage) or know a way to get out of this hell, please...let me know. With all the shame in the world I typed this. Hope this reaches somewhere cause I cannot be more ashamed. Peace and love to y'all. Cheers
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Just got back from a random encounter and wondering if anyone else has experienced this? Reconnected with an old fuck bud from North Jersey who recently moved down the shore. Sex was as good as a remembered, he has a nice silky hole that I love to rim and I had a great time, until... As we are post-coital cuddling, and my still hard dick has me thinking about a 2nd round, he started asking about my current job (I work in higher ed) and he stated how great he thought our current governor (Chris Christie) is and how its great that he's "standing up to the NJEA" (the union I belong to) he then starts ranting about how bad president Obama is and how he hopes he's a one term president. I had the quickest erection loss ever, and couldn't get out of there soon enough. I tried to do a quick subject change and say how I had to get home to get ready for the next day, but he knew I reacted negatively to his discussion, and tried to debate me on the topic. My favorite line being one of his last,"you know in your heart they should never have bailed out the banks" I quietly responded "the bank bailout process was started under then president Bush, and agreed upon as a course of action by both candidates running for office in 2008". I thanked him for a nice time and left. Now I have had relationships with people who have had different political views then me. Some of the hottest sex I've ever had was in grad school with a young republican closet case but the general douchery of his approach, attacking my union and then making ignorant and ill informed arguments (I only gave one example) made me feel I couldn't even have hate sex with this guy. Has anyone else ever experienced total political incompatibility as a turn-off? How did you handle the situation?
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Is it really that contradicting to be gay/bi and be a conservative or right/far right? I've had arguments/debates with people for hours and when I said I'm bi they simply couldn't believe or couldn't understand how it is possible. It would be interesting to see how others here view this topic, seeing how I've met others who are like me on the matter.
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For those of you who might not know, there will be an LGBT march on Washington Sunday June 11, 2017 (The National Pride March) – the day after the DC gay pride parade. For those of you who are coming in from out-of-town, maybe we can stay in the same hotel (and if the chemistry is right, do a little fucking). I've made reservations at the Marriott Courtyard near Union Station. It's on the Red Line, so easy to get to places like Dupont Circle, and isn't too far from the (sleazy) Glorious Health bathhouse. Let me know if you guys are going and wanna meet up.
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If you’ve never been to the House of Commons in Westminster, especially in the evening, you’d never imagine it’s such a cocktail of booze and cock. Pretty, young researchers – boys and girls just out of university – abound, and you can nearly always find someone up for some fun if you look hard enough. I used to work in the House, for a Tory MP but now I’m a lobbyist, which means I have to go to tedious receptions on behalf of clients. While normally the Parliamentary Group on waste treatment wouldn’t get much interest, I was keen to go when I spotted the name of the MP hosting: Dan Jones, Labour MP for Doncaster East. I’d not met him, but I’d spotted him on the TV a few times and thought he was gorgeous – mid thirties, really short blond hair, piercing blue eyes and what looked like a nice body too. As I got to the event he didn’t disappoint – in fact he was hotter in person than on TV. He was amazingly handsome, with eyes that seemed to shoot across the room towards me. His shirt was tight across his firm, muscular chest and I could see the outline of a gold chain under his tie, while his bespoke suit was well cut to emphasise his sexy body. After the inevitably dull speeches, I made a beeline for him, and introduced myself. “Hello Mr Jones, I’m Tom, here with Cleenup Industrial – I don’t know if you’ve heard of them? They specialise in…” He interrupted me and his response meant I knew he didn’t give a shit about waste treatment. Up close he was really sexy. I could feel the confidence oozing from him as he shook my hand and looked me up and down. His Yorkshire accent was very sexy in a rough-and-muscular way, which was just as well given what happened next. “Hi Tom, glad to meet you. I’ve got to go to another do in a minute or two but if want to walk with me you can tell me all about it.” So we grabbed another glass of wine each and walked to the exit of the room. He put his hand firmly to my lower back and guided me out before turning to me in the corridor and giving me two choices, with a directness that only truly great flirts can get away with. “You can tell me about your client now and I’ll listen politely, or you can come back to my office and discuss it over a drink. What do you fancy?” Of course he knew what I fancied. And I was hoping I could give him what he wanted. We walked up a couple of flights of Parliament’s very grand stone staircases until we reached one of the upper corridors, leather-bound copies of Parliamentary debates going back decades and not a soul about. We got to his office and went in. It was an office much like any other in the Palace – small, cramped, nice furniture but nowhere near enough room. He poured a whiskey, then turned to look directly at me, stood nervously by the door. “I don’t actually care about your client, but I’m interested in you. Tell me, are all Tory lobbyists sluts or do I just keep meeting those that are?” As he bluntly asked me if I was a slut (answer: yes!) he was casually taking off his jacket and tie, then his cufflinks and loosened his shirt. I was right about his body – it looked powerful and like he really worked on it. “I’m not sure I understand” I started, even though I certainly hoped I would be getting fucked shortly. “Do you think I’m a slut? You don’t even know if I’m gay.” “The hard-on as I’m taking my jacket off, the way you looked at my body the whole time, the way you came up to me like a bottom boy on a mission told me you wanted to get fucked. Am I wrong?” “No!” By now he was standing close to me and my hard-on was struggling to escape my trousers. I put my hand on his shirt and started to undo the buttons. His muscles were really hard and I couldn’t keep my hands off. He had a lovely erect nipple so I gave it a little lick, which he enjoyed. He took off his shirt, tossed it to the floor then walked over to his desk, sat down, and whipped out his semi-hard cock. “Suck it” he instructed, and I eagerly walked over, took off my jacket and tie and got down on my knees. It was a good size and I hoped a blowjob wasn’t going to be all I did for him tonight. I started by licking the fat tip, then running my tongue up and down the shaft, before going back to the tip again. My right hand went up to his nipple on his beautifully sculpted chest, while with my left I clumsily undid the buttons on my shirt. “That’s nice,” he said as I went to deepthroat him as best I could. I was getting really into it, and his cock was getting hard as it prodded the back of my mouth. I was playing with his balls which he seemed to like too. “Get up,” he commanded after a few minutes of oral, as he pulled me up, took off my shirt and stood back to look. His hard-on was glorious now – wet, hard and big. I couldn’t wait to get it back in my mouth – or up my ass. “You’ve still not answered my question. Why are all the Tory boys such sluts? I’ve fucked a few of them” – my dick was getting even harder at this as I imagined him pounding my ass – “and they never ask for a condom.” At this I realised what I was in for – he wanted to fuck me bare. In truth I’d fucked around bare a couple of times, but never so brazenly – or with so hot a man. My hard-on was getting uncomfortable now in my trousers, so by way of response I loosened my belt, undid the button and sipped them off to my ankles. My underwear could barely contain my cock and the damp pre-cum was giving him all the answer he needed. “Is that your answer? You’re a slut and you want me to fuck you? Is that right?” He was almost interrogating me, as I fought the urge to give in, lean down on the desk and beg him for his cock. All I could do was nod, as he turned me around, pushed me down onto the desk and told me “get ready, Tory boy. You’re getting fucked.” He pulled down my underwear and felt my asscheeks before going for my hole with his fingers. He pulled open his drawer and got out some lube – almost as if he did this regularly, you might imagine – and played with my hole. I could feel his fingers in me, and running around the edge, playing with me and making me looser every second. I wanted him inside me, I wanted his bare cock inside me now! “You ready , slut?” Was all he said. With an equally direct “yes, fuck me, fuck me bare” I gave him what he wanted – and what he had been guaranteed since we shook hands just twenty minutes before. With my face down on the desk all I could feel were his powerful hands gripping my slender hips as his cock rubbed at my hole. I ran my hand back just to give him a final stroke and feel how sloppy and bare his cock was as it entered me. “Oh yes, put it in me” I demanded as he paused. “I want your cock in me.” He needed no further encouragement as he slowly slid it in, forwards an inch, back half, forwards another, until I could feel him, hot, hard and insistent, inside me. “I want to feel your balls slapping mine – go deep” I urged him, and he responded with an almighty thrust into me. I nearly squeaked in pleasure as I felt his balls swing into mine. I was in heaven – a sexy, muscular older man balls-deep and bare in my hole – as he started to thrust in and out, slamming my hips against the desk. I was really enjoying being fucked when he grabbed my shoulders and started to bang me so hard the desk started moving. It felt like he was pulling out the whole way before slamming the whole way back in each thrust. I grabbed onto the far side of the desk as he hammered my hole – I was loving it but not sure how long I could go. He then wrapped his arms around my shoulders and crushed me under his muscly body against the desk, jackhammering my ass as I could feel the sweat pouring off his body and his gold chain swinging round and slapping into the back of my neck. “Fucking hell!” he shouted in my ear as he came – his body stiffened, I was almost suffocated under his much bigger body as he held me tightly. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and a warm glow filling me as his cum shot out of him. As he pulled out I felt like I’d never felt before, my legs so weak I was still hanging onto the desk and catching my breath. As I recovered I turned round to see him standing, sweat glistening on his muscles and cock still erect. “Thanks Tom,” he said. “If you’d like to call my office to arrange a meeting to discuss your client’s business, I’d be delighted. Some evening next week would be good. My business cards are on the desk.”
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http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/why-gay-community-should-support-ron.html The Gay community is defined as a group of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and transgender. They are united as a supportive subculture and an organization combined by civil right movements and culture. These communities commonly celebrate their right, freedom, diversity, pride and sexuality. The gay community supports certain political affiliations and there are even some heterosexual supporters. At present, one of the biggest issues that is being advocated by this community is the same sex marriage. Supporters of this kind of marriage cite various benefits that might be robbed from those people who cannot marry just because they belong to the similar sex, including health care, immigration, inheritance as well as property rights and protection and family obligation. Ron Paul's marriage belief deems that every individual, despite of preference, has a right to get married and enjoy the benefits that should be made available to individuals despite their status in relationship. Why should the Gay Community support Ron Paul? This is the specific question that every gay individual should not take for granted. Maybe you are wondering on what is the position of Ron Paul regarding gay rights in every aspect of constitution. Just so you know, Ron Paul is a critic of Supreme Court decision regarding the gay right in the case of Lawrence V. Texas case wherein sodomy laws were governed unconstitutional under the 14 Amendment. Ron Paul defined his opposition to unreasonable sodomy laws in this situation when he introduced the “We the People Act.” The Ron Paul marriage act, based on the right to marry disregarding sexual or sex orientation, will remove same sex unions and sexual practices from the Federal Jurisdiction. He clarified that it vanishes the gay right issues in Federal Government. Ron Paul marriage issue interview stated that he supports the gay relation as well as same sex marriage. He also believes that relationship should not be imposed to anyone else. Ron Paul on marriage issue also stated that he wants to see the government without issues regarding marriage. Ron Paul marriage issue defined that this is not a state function, but a religious function. Ron Paul believes that the best scene is to grant divorce and enforce contracts but otherwise, there should be no comment on marriage issue. Ron Paul does not want to interfere with the freedom of two people in religious, social and sexual sense. When it comes to same sex marriage, Ron Paul supports all voluntary organizations and people can do it whatever they want. Ron Paul take on marriage opposes the federal level in redefining the marriage as a union between one man and woman. Rather, he believes that legislating or recognizing marriages should be left to the local communities and states, and not to judicial activism. He voted for the Defense Marriage Act from refusing to recognize the same sex marriage which is performed in different states. Ron Paul marriage issue believes that this is a function of religion and not of state, and it should be left on the decision of communities, specifically of the state. This is the reason why gay community should pledge their support to Ron Paul.
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If I were to run for President and won here is what I would do: 1. 2000% tax on all condoms 2. Eliminate any tax benefits of condom manufactures of donating condoms to the public, non-profit, etc. 3. With the revenue earned from condom tax revenue I would fund the "Holy Gloryhole" program. 4. The "Holy Gloryhole" program would renovate old and abandoned churches and turn them into "Men's sexual re-education facilities." Among these, Gloryholes would be constructed inside said premises. Also, to rebuild our crumbling infrastructure I would make it mandatory that all contracts for restroom construction would include "ventilation orifices" built into all public restroom partition walls. So-in short, fuck the freeways, we need great state-of-the art rest stop facilities. 5. Safe sex education would be eliminated from all public schools. 6. Bathhouses, gay bars, and the like would receive 501 3 c status (non-profit). Consider this as part (but not all) reparations for Homosexual discrimination. 7. All members of congress who voted for DOMA (Defense of Marriage Act) would be incarcerated for crimes against the people of the USA.. Their assets would be seized. 8. All federal prisons would be controlled by gay only staff. Sex would be considered a human right. Sex would be allowed in prisons. Lube would be provided and funded by the condom tax. Condoms would be considered contraband. 9. The FCC would be disbanded. Censorship would be outlawed. Gay education TV channels would receive federal funding. PBS would be gone. Sorry Big Bird. 10. People with STDs would receive supplementary income. Amount to be allotted would be determined by severity of STD. HIV Positive/AIDS individuals would receive the most. 11. Capital of US would be moved to San Francisco, CA. Pride week in said city would be a week-long federal holiday. Stay tuned for more....
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Who Says The Republican Debate Didn't Do Some Good?
Guest posted a topic in General Bareback Sex Stories
i decided to accept my buddy Bob's invitation and go over to his place and watch the Republican debate with a bunch of his friends. We are all not so much true blue Democrats or liberals or progressives as much as we are anti-Republican. i had no great expectation that the debate would be enlightening, but figured there would be a few good laughs, and a night with some nice guys, having a couple of beers and maybe smoking some weed seemed like a good idea. Bob introduced me to his friends and noted that iw as one of the best fuck he had ever had. Well, it was apparent from the start that the "debate" would not be enlightening, but what was startling was how frequently all of these Republican assholes were misciting facts or misrepresenting the truth and no one was calling them on it. Like the moment when Jeb Bush said that his brother, George W. "kept us safe," and no one even mentioned that 9/11 happened on his brother's watch. Well, the guys were getting pretty worked up about this, until someone suggested that whenever one of these lies was uttered and went unchallenged, instead of screaming at the TV, the dude who spotted the misrepresentation got to fuck my ass. Well, all i have to say is "thank you" Republican assholes, and "thank you" CNN for extending the debate to three whole hours. And there certainly were enough misrepresentations of the fact to keep me and a whole bunch of fags busy (although I am certainly glad that i was the only one). The guys were lined up all night long and the fucking continued until well after the debate was over. And thank you Donald Trump for the incredible number of lies and misrepresented facts that emerged from your addled brain. Who says politics is dull and uninteresting?
