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  1. It gets better, my expirence

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    I don’t know how old I was when I first encountered pornographic material, but I do remember being very interested, deeply desiring to see more penises when I was being potty trained.  I am the eldest of five children and my parents were attending college prior to my birth and two children later, or until I was eight. I remember my parents frequently going to the drive-in theaters and as a young child being fed soda pop and you know it doesn’t take much to get a little guy needing to pee. I remember the drive-ins had trough urinals. I’ve tried to find images of trough style urinals that resembled long narrow bath tubs that you would stand on either side of and see all the cocks, but I haven’t found anything beyond one sided wall trough urinals. My father would frequent the university swimming pools and take me along with him so I would get to enjoy the nude masculine form in the gang showers and locker rooms. My mother kept a lot of baroque era sculpture and painting art books in my bedroom that also doubled as her library. She believed up until I finally admitted to her just a couple years ago that my interest in these books wasn’t of an innocent nature. I do know that it was I who showed the boys in daycare porn through the baroque lens until the sitters caught on to what we were doing. I suspect that I may have walked in on restroom play in the times I was not accompanied by my father at the drive-ins or when I was tagging along to my parents college lectures as many sexually graphic fantasies and dreams I have had since I was at least seven if not earlier is of gloryholes, stall fucking, and locker room exhibitionism.

    My mother is a LDS Mormon and so I was raised in that environment. My mother was vigilant in checking on me multiple times in a night to verify that I was not touching myself. When caught I would get the dreaded lecture of “that is only for when you are married to a woman and that is a sacred organ that is not to be defiled by your self touching”. I warned my husband when we first started dating in late 2006 that I had these weird sleep behaviors that I had experienced since childhood in which I would wake up to masturbating myself, fisting myself, or stripping myself naked. I was horrified as a teenager that my mother would come in and find me sleeping in the nude or engaging in this touching behavior. I suspect that some of the sexsomnia behavior may have come to manifest itself from this stress of the dreaded snooping mother and lecture.

    I did do the age and developmentally appropriate sexual exploration with classmates on the playground, neighbor kids behind the bushes, with my younger brother, and my younger cousins but access to that came to a screeching halt when my family moved to my paternal grandparents’ beef ranch in the mountains of western Colorado forty miles north west of Aspen in late January 1989 when I was eight and a half. I had my brother but didn’t really do much after we moved to the ranch. Two months after I turned nine my maternal uncle got married in Logan, UT at the Mormon temple. On trip back to the ranch I began experiencing off and on what is termed a volvulus bowel obstruction. The small intestine essentially strangles itself by twisting over on itself and cutting off the blood supply. We stopped at my paternal grandparents’ home in Grand Junction, CO and my grandmother immediately recognized the family’s disease and advised my parents to take me to the hospital. My parents ignored her plea for two more weeks. We attended the US Citizenship ceremony for our Hispanic ranch hired hand at the Colorado Mountain College facility in Carbondale, CO on a Sunday and I began again to get the excruciating pains of the bowel obstruction at the ceremony. My father promised that we would go to the hospital on Monday if the pain didn’t subside. It didn’t but on Monday my father took the only working vehicle on the ranch to Grand Junction to report to my grandparents the status of the ranch business. My mother called my Cub Scout leader who lived in a trailer park about nine miles from the ranch to pick us up and take us to the hospital in Glenwood Springs. Glenwood Springs is about twenty miles from the ranch property. I arrived at the hospital at the right window of time for a pediatrician that was in the hospital that knew to order an exploratory surgery. Upon opening my abdominal cavity, the surgeon saw almost all of my small intestine was black. All but seven feet or one third of a normal adult’s small intestine was amputated along with my appendix. The physicians speculated that an earlier bowel surgery I had in infancy, intussusception, may have contributed to this volvulus episode along with an altered diet while travelling for my uncle’s wedding. It’s hard to say because my paternal great grandmother and several of her children all died from bowel obstructions including this same grandmother who had several episodes of it effecting both the small and large intestines. Here is a really good YouTube video on bowel obstructions https://youtu.be/FE0ySkS6KSI.

    In recovery from the surgery I was presented by the nursing staff with a life sized anatomically correct gendered doll to help me work through the psychological trauma of what I had been through. All I wanted was to have access to that damn doll without adult supervision but they wouldn’t allow it. Prior to the surgery I allowed all sorts of invasive tests and pokes and prods a child would normally throw a fit about because in that type of pain all that you can deal with is the pain and all other forms of pain or discomfort does not register. I was catheterized which I had experienced again right before the pandemic started when I visited a urologist to have my prostate scoped for possible scar tissue from this catheterization that happened in 1989 as I had been experiencing chronic pelvic floor pain immediately upon the catheter being removed and subsequently experiencing this pelvic floor pain at least once a week until a few weeks after the urologist referred me to a pelvic floor physical therapist. You never forget the feeling of something travelling in your urethra but when the urologist got to the bladder sphincter I just about came up off that examination chair.

    My siblings, a brother who is almost three years younger and the oldest of my three sisters who is almost five years younger both have said that my behavior changed not only in the physical interactions with them and the obvious slow down in play between siblings but also in that I was a different person after the surgery. I can confirm that this would be accurate because I did experience at least one if not several NDE, near death experience. Of what I remember of my NDE I did not see the universal path of light but remained on the hospital premises. I spoke to a woman in a black dress with a blue and green floral pattern in an area of the hospital grounds that at the time of my illness was closed to public access but upon the birth of my youngest sister in 1995 this area became accessible after the hospital did an expansion. I remember floating above my body in ICU, of seeing my paternal grandparents whom my parents said never came to the hospital room I was in, floating and exploring the hospital construction above the ceiling tiles as if there was light in these spaces, and of visiting various operating rooms including the maternity ward. After this experience I rejected everything that was Mormonism, and foolishly declared this to my mother at age 11.

    My father who is not Mormon but probably knows more about Mormonism than most members of the faith told me that I would have to abide by my mother’s religious demands until I was eighteen.  Because of my father’s expertise on Mormonism my father was asked by the local clergy to teach various Sunday school classes. My mother was always about stepping out and doing things vicariously through her children, particularly me, that was not the ho-hum typical. My baptism had to be elaborate and different. I had the privilege of being dunked in the frigid waters of the Provo river. I had to do Cub Scouts and later Boy Scouts by threat of a belt whipping every day of the meetings if I didn’t comply with my mother’s demands. To save my mother’s reputation I went to the Boy Scout National Jamboree at Fort A.P. Hill, VA in 1993 and had to pay for it out of my own pocket even though I didn’t express a desire to attend. I contemplated running away during the trip to the east coast but ultimately rejected that idea out of fear of the unknown. One thing that I have fond memories of from the Jamboree was the plethora of cocks in the gang showers and locker rooms. During this trip I suppressed my masturbation.

    I had learned to masturbate from several sources that I pieced together from trips to Denver when my mother would go to the Mormon temple and I would accompany her to care for my infant middle sister, who is almost ten years younger but if you saw us together you might think we were the same age. As a treat at the end of our visit to Denver we would go to the now closed Tattered Cover Bookstore in Cherry Creek. On one of our visits I climbed the central staircase and could view what people were reading in the coffee shop below and I remember seeing a guy looking at either a gay porn magazine or a erotic male photo book. At about this time, early 1990s the Cone Head movie came out and there was all of this marketing books and merchandise in the bookstore. I remember looking through the comic book/humor section and coming across a illustration book depicting the anatomy of the Cone Heads and the lemon singular testicle illustrated before my fresh seeking eyes. On one of the drives back to the ranch my mother gave me details on what vigorous activity I was not to engage in with my penis. Ultimately I discovered the joys and pains of your first ejaculations while horsing around with a lighter and PAM cooking spray and then smarting up to the potential danger of igniting the aerosol canister. I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock and the grease of the cooking spray lead to the addictive masturbation yet very painful first two ejaculations the year I turned 12. I only remember ever having one wet dream. That is how much I was jerking off upon my discovery. My paternal grandmother passed away April 12, 1994 from complication from a large intestine obstruction and subsequent strokes. My paternal grandparents had hired a in home nursing service and then later picked a specific nurse exclusively. After my grandmother died we traveled to my father’s home town of Wilson, Oklahoma for her funeral and burial in Ardmore. On the trip we traveled in an extended cab Ford pickup with my three siblings and I in the cramped back and my parents in the bucket seats in the front. I found creative ways to masturbate in that space with all persons awake in daylight by creating a tent with my winter coat. When we returned to Colorado it was decided that I would stay with my paternal grandfather to ensure that there was someone to call for help during the night since my frail grandfather suffered from sever COPD having smoked cigarettes since age 17 until he was 69. Oh, what an unsupervised horny boy will do in a mansion home?! I wiped out all lubricating toiletries and stayed up all fucking night watching what would equate by today’s television programming as Adult Swim and found my grandfather’s copies of Tom of Finland books in his bathroom. I was in heaven. My oppressive mother was ninety miles away on the ranch probably tormenting my siblings and I didn’t have to go to church or scouts, or listen to her scripture reading, or praying, or scolding, or be the brunt of her physical tirades of her depression.

    February 14, 1995 my youngest sister was born. My parents asked me to call my maternal grandmother after they left for the hospital. I laughed in my mother’s face as she was having her labor pains. When ever my parents would leave us kids unattended we usually would fight to re-establish our pecking order and honestly it was a cycle of abuse beginning with my parents arguing and then my mother physically taking her frustration out on me because I resemble my father. I in turn would take it out on my brother and brother to sister and down to the youngest. The oldest of my sisters was fed up with my brother bossing her around and so was chasing my brother around and around the kitchen island with a chef knife while I was calling my grandmother. My maternal grandparents live in Delta, CO which is about a two and a half hour trip through the potentially dangerous McClure pass. My grandmother asked me why I wasn’t remaining on the phone to talk to her and I explained that I was attempting to breakup a fight between siblings involving a knife. My grandmother insisted that she speak with this sister who after having the phone conversation pretty much told my grandmother off and that she was going to follow through on murdering our brother and potentially murder me for preventing her from getting to him. My grandmother got to the ranch in less than thirty minutes upon hanging up from that call. My parents never learned to provide a more responsible caretaking situation from the time my brother and I had a refrigerator fall on us when I was six after convincing my brother to climb to the top of the fridge to recover the candy my parents stored on top while my father was attending university and my mother was moving irrigation pipes at the olive orchard my parents had purchased from my paternal lesbian great aunt in Chico, CA between 1985 and 1991. We didn’t go to the Chucky Cheese pizza my mother had promised we would go to after I had struggled to lift the fridge up so my brother could get out and get help from my mother. My brother had threated to kill me several times on the ranch having pointed a hand gun, rifle, a compound bow, and a hatchet at me over the years and times in which we were left alone. He tattled to my father when I took my father’s quad cycle for a joy ride when I was fourteen and for my punishment I was forbidden from driving a car until I achieved the Boy Scout Eagle. I was so traumatized by this restriction and fear of making a driving mistake that in order to gain self confidence I trained to drive a semi-truck and for five months drove long-haul for CRST right as the economy started to show signs the Great Recession in the logistics industry several months before the mortgage market crashed. I now drive powered industrial trucks for my current employer, and yes I did get the Boy Scout Eagle but chose not to drive cars until I was 19 because I didn’t want to be required to chauffeur my siblings who were now attending public school as we were home schooled until the eldest of my sisters refused to do any more home schooling at age 14, in 1999. My mother came to me and said that I could also attend the public high school that my siblings were enrolled but I declined having been attending the local community college since fall 1998 and felt that would be a step backwards.

    November 22, 1996 my father drove my brother and I to my paternal grandfather’s home in Grand Junction to meet up with my maternal grandparents who had planned on taking me on a road trip to Florida to visit my aunt and my cousins. I was also going to be given the opportunity to bypass the Eagle restriction during this trip with my maternal grandparents and practice driving on this trip. It was not to be. Shortly after we arrived to my paternal grandfather’s home my grandfather suffered a serious COPD attack that ultimately killed him within a few hours. My life changed in that instant and the stability of living on the ranch came to an end. My maternal grand parents did arrive after my paternal grandfather had passed away. We attempted with no avail to call the ranch to notify my mother of my grandfather’s passing but the phone was always busy and we could never get through. Unknown to me at the time was that my mother had signed up for Internet access and the ISP technician had come after we had left for Grand Junction. My paternal grandfather’s death created opportunity for lack of supervision with my parents dealing with the estate matters and the Internet access opened my eyes to my true nature. I could finally label myself and I dare not utter it for all the vitriol that was expressed in my home growing up against homosexuals.

    There was a gallery website I used to visit called “JadeStar”. It started off as free of charge and then a few years later became a subscription service. I came across a picture there of a guy holding a scythe curved sword in the nude but I haven’t seen the image since JadeStar shutdown. The Alt/Newsgroups system had lots of still image porn. I have used Nifty.org and Eunuchs.org pretty much since I was sixteen. I was such a naughty horn dog and used my siblings as lookouts for vehicles driving the country road to the ranch house while I perused the online porn on a 14kbs analog modem using Netscape 1.0 and Eudora on a Apple Macintosh Performa 630CD.

    I started working for my parents in August 1999 and officially became an employee of their stone masonry company January 2000. I got access to my first debit card and purchased 20 porn magazines of different flavors from the now out of business A Different Light Bookstore. I also purchased several vintage AMG and Bel Ami magazines and picture books. When the porn cache arrived, I made the mistake of opening the box at my parents’ business office and spreading the magazines out on all the tables and then locking myself out of the office. Luckily one of the foremen showed up before my parents or the rest of the office staff did with the office keys and I rushed in and quickly cleaned up the mess before I was found out.



  2. LevisGuy's Corner

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    I’m in the midst of moving away from New England all the way down the coast. Have had enough of the endless winters & more cold months than hot. Also had enough of trashy neighbours. My area has gone down the toilet since I was growing up. Can’t take it anymore. 
    Never realised how much effort, not to mention crushing stress and anxiety went into moving. 
    I miss spending the time on here I once did, but have over 40 years of stuff to clear out of this house. Not easy. A bong rip & a blow job would be perfect about now. 
    Off to bed, junk guys will be here tomorrow morning. I just want this to be over so I can relax

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    Thought coach P. was always gentle? Big mistake.

    Now you regret it...or did you? 

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    Has anyone ever seen the fake nude of Johnny Depp on a skate board! I remember the cock was uncut.

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    Now this is a hilarious thing to watch! The budget is so cheap that Robin’s costume is one of those one piece Halloween costumes  that tie in the back that you can find at dollar stores and the Penguin’s actor has to wear an obviously fake nose that doesn’t even match his skin tone and you can literally see the string holding it in place!


    Here is a pic of the cast other than the Penguin. Notice how cheap Robin’s outfit looks?



    And here is the Penguin and his obviously fake nose! You will need to zoom in a bit to see the string but trust me when I say you can clearly see it during the movie.



    And this an image where you can see one of the strings that held the Robin costume up. Also the Batman actor was obviously having trouble untying the thing that during the movie you can see him starting to make his way up Robin’s back to untie his costume and then it just suddenly jumps to Robin’s costume being half off.




    You can watch this movie on a few different adult streaming sites. I recommend this movie even if it was cheaply made and some of the acting is bad since the sex scenes were pretty hot.

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  14. User esuom_y_nona wants to ask:

    Back in high school, when I was masturbating to gay porn all the time, I somehow still saw myself as straight. (How? It was the 1990's.) Developed a crush on a girl, dated another girl for a few months, enjoyed kissing her, then she dumped me to get back with her ex, and I was heartbroken. Then in college I met another woman, who I repeatedly dated and broke up with over a period of years as I went through a very prolonged process of coming out to myself.

    The college girlfriend is happily married to another man. She and I are on good terms. I even went to her wedding, and every year she sends me a Christmas card with pictures of her husband and kids.

    The relationship itself was not really that bad. I mostly feel regret at the time wasted by repressing my feelings and not being out to myself.

    What about you guys?

  15. JoelR
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    This is an artist's rendition of NASA's Cassini spacecraft before it burned up in the atmosphere of Saturn. 

    There is marvel in the universe.  There are great spaces to cross. There are vast unknowns to explore. There are wonders to both humble and elevate us.    

    Earlier today, rioters violently stormed the US Capitol and interrupted the counting of the Electoral College, a procedural vote with a predetermined outcome.  The rioting only forestalled the count.  How small.  

    How big, magnificent, and uplifting we should be.    

  16. Tomster
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    It was a different summer
    It was a different year
    Upside down, weird, nothing like it was
    It was a different summer.

    These lines are taken from a song by the German band Silbermond. I hear this song often. Almost every day, we stream the morning show of the radio station that was part of our everyday life when we lived in Germany. It's 2 p. m. here when the show begins at 5 a. m. local time. Time announcements and weather reports lead to occasional confusion even after months. It is bizarre to hear black ice warnings while sitting on the terrace in the shade when the temperature is 33 °C/91.4 °F.

    I would like to go into the lines of the song a little. Well, for us, it was not summer, but autumn and winter. But yes, it was a different year. Upside down - I like to joke that it is impossible to live in the southern hemisphere without gravity boots. "Weird, nothing like it was" I only feel this way in a limited way. Is it because we take advantage of new situations reasonably quickly or because we wanted to make specific changes in our lives anyway? I consider both to be valid.

    In 14 days, it will be one year since Pat called us and said that he needed a few more days off because he had to help his family with their evacuation. It doesn't feel like a year. At that time, it was not clear that the houses of Pat's parents and his sister would fall victim to the bushfires. 

    Much has happened since then. In January, you had a little insight into our emotions and thoughts. I wrote about how we didn't know whether to fly to Australia while hosting guests in our house there. Out of a feeling, we left at short notice. Nevertheless, it was difficult for us to shake off the thoughts until our arrival that our presence could be understood as a disturbance or as a wrong signal. By that time, we only knew Patrick closer. We had only had a few phone calls with his relatives before. Looking back, we had been overthinking in advance. Our presence was seen as a positive change and even more as a sign of being welcomed. 

    When the families set off for their new property in February, no one knew that months would pass before seeing each other again. Neither could we anticipate that we would not be spending time in Germany in May as planned. It was our goal to decelerate our own busy life. We had not expected an emergency stop. Frankly, we hadn't realised that Queensland's government had declared a public health emergency on January 29, the day after the first Covid-19 case was confirmed in Queensland. 

    On March 25, Queensland closed its interstate borders at midnight, after an announcement two days earlier when non-essential businesses had to close. These first measures were drastically tightened on March 30. 

    What is the price of freedom?
    Where does it [freedom] end?

    Are two more lines from the song mentioned above. 

    Our thoughts were less about our freedom than about the well-being of our families and friends. The transparent communication of our government has also had a decisive influence on this. It was clearly stated from the beginning that we have to expect restrictions to our hitherto normal lifestyle (in terms of physical distance and other precautions) of at least six months, but probably more likely 12 months.

    We could not continue the work of our non-profit organisation to the same extent as before. Suddenly each of us had more free time. Although our house did not shrink, we moved closer together. These few weeks have brought us closer together emotionally. Benjamin and Patrick have shown us, as we showed them, that we care for each other. What unites us today is a deep-running friendship. At no point did we get bored. We were only limited in our mobility. However, we islanders were allowed to go on a trip to nearby uninhabited islands. Jogging or a walk was even recommended as physical exercise. The peace and quiet on the island were fascinating. No wonder, considering the lack of 1,000 international tourists. 

    Towards the end of April, accomplishments showed that Queensland was on track to smash the curve. The first easings were announced for May 2. Family picnics and trips of up to 50 kilometres were possible again. Fine, almost everything within a radius of 50 kilometres is water. But this was a good sign too. Further easing followed on Mother's Day, May 10. From May 16, pubs and restaurants were allowed to open again with a limited number of 10 patrons at a time. 

    Call it the Australian laid-back lifestyle or prudence. The further easings followed step by step in intervals of 28 days. The condition was always that the policies implemented were effective. There were also backlashes. State borders were opened, only to be closed again shortly afterward when new hotspots emerged in New South Wales and Victoria. 

    We returned cautiously and calmly to a kind of normality. We were once again able to continue our work on a larger scale. And we jointly created other ideas and plans. 

    Today we are closer to normality than most other countries. I often hear the statement, "Australia is an island." I like to avoid the remark that most of the earth's surface consists of oceans and that all continents are consequently islands or peninsulas. More often than not, I hear that we have allowed ourselves to be deprived of our liberty. That is not entirely untrue. But the temporary restriction of our freedom served a purpose. Queenslanders - Australians - teamed up to protect the community. Life and health always came first. 

    It was and is not a picture book story. There was a vocal minority who opposed the measures. The emphasis is on the minority. Unfortunately, the lockdown also led to 130,000 Queenslanders being out of work. Targeted assistance, for example, through extended JobKeeper and JobSeeker programs, prevented more disastrous effects.
    Meanwhile, 500 more Queenslanders are in employment than before the pandemic. The economy bounced back and even exceeded the September prognosis. These are good signs. But the recovery will require billions of dollars in investments, which will increase public debt. Tax increases were never on the table. Reasonable for 2020/2021.

    I mentioned that we returned to a kind of normality. Today is day 84 since we have not had a new case due to community transmission. All shops, bars, restaurants, venues, stadiums (with CovidSafe plan) are open at 100% capacity in Queensland. We can have private gatherings with 50 persons, weddings with 200. When I look at Germany, Europe, or the USA, I feel worried. It feels surreal, although I know very well that it is real. We chat daily with our folks in Germany, often with acquaintances and friends. It calms us that they avoid any unnecessary risk. When we asked my parents-in-law several weeks ago if they would like to spend their winter with us, they refused. That's a pity, but also comprehensible. The very long flight and our climate can be a burden. Another reason is that they do not understand English, let alone speak it. Even if they were safer here, they would only feel comfortable for a limited time. 

    I asked myself, can I take something positive from a time that brings so much grief and suffering? No, I must not, I must. 

    The past months of 2020 have caused us to pause, to reflect. These times have shown us even more clearly the reality in which we live. They have made us reconsider our desires and plans and to correct our course. In recent months, we have redefined our priorities. We have been able to experience the Australian spirit that unites the community. We got to know friendly people, online and offline, we made new friendships, we became part of another family. We are grateful for this.

    We will celebrate Christmas with guests (unless there are any unforeseen). The parents and sister, with her spouse and kid, of Benjamin and Patrick, will come. We are excited about it. 

    We will celebrate Christmas virtually with our families in Germany. In doing so, we will even combine old and new traditions. In Germany, handing out the presents is on the evening of Christmas Eve, while in Australia it is on the morning of Christmas Day. We will be getting up a little earlier, but we can connect both traditions thanks to the 9 hour time difference. 

    I wish you a Happy Channuka, a Merry Christmas, or just Happy Holidays!

    Please keep healthy!



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    character0109.gif.8ebba2afdaf1f47a4e8b47let others know that the portion of a revised/new website for an organization that pays character0109.gif.8ebba2afdaf1f47a4e8b47 a wild and wooly $100 a month

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    the incompetent created new programs THAT DO NOT EXIST!

    the incompetent has - in the menu - that certain programs are unique to this organization


    so untrue that the statement exposes the organization to lawsuits


    so the ceo has "agreed" to allow the revised/new site to be "finished" in december as opposed to this week


    so the incompetent CLAIMS "character0109.gif.8ebba2afdaf1f47a4e8b47 won't get any blame here. the incompetent will accept all fault on all delays"


    character0109.gif.8ebba2afdaf1f47a4e8b47 strongly suspects that this is actually an attempt to ultimately take full credit for setting things correctly

    because others have stepped in to say "ummm....the navigation is incoherent. it is flat out wrong! who did this? the incompetent? why not allow character0109.gif.8ebba2afdaf1f47a4e8b47 to fix this?"


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    character0109.gif.8ebba2afdaf1f47a4e8b47 standing back and just letting the incompetent fall all by itself

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    Ever since I stumbled across an image of a heavyset bald man (in his 50’s ) complete with a beard and glasses, that had his face buried between the ass cheeks of a slender young blonde boy(legal age of course) with a perfect body, I knew that I had discovered the role I was meant to play. I Only date women, but I am always interested in fulfilling the fantasies of a man twice my age. I’m 33 and have had several long term arrangements over the years since I’ve been 18. I would love to share my experiences as well as hear from anyone else with similar tastes, and also any older men who specialize in having their way with sexy young men that catch their eye

    here are some pictures of what I find unbelievably sexy, plus a couple selfies that I hope you guys like.











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    Hallo an alle Master da mein Master die Zeit nicht mehr hat und er auch nicht weiß ob er noch mal weiter macht hat er mir gestated ein neuen Master zu suchen. 

    Ich suche ein Master für online oder Real wer interesse hat kann sich melden und denn klären wir alles weitere zu zeit bestimme ich die trage Dauer von mein peniskäfig über teamlocked. 

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    Byron’s hand trembled as he held his binoculars in the dark window overlooking the quiet outer London neighbourhood and focused them on his chubby mother in her nearly see-thru flouncy house-dress and tall, handsome dapper Rex Davenport making their way over to his very swank terraced house.

    Byron’s breath increased and his heart rate doubled at the thought of his sex crazed whorish mum having her wicked way with his dreamy Rex. It was so kinky, watching your own mum have sex, but that’s Byron...he loved to watch men. He only hoped he’d have a chance with Rex once his mum finished with him tonight!

    Byron stroked his small but very hard cock through his trousers...the odd couple entered Rex’s home and the lower floor lit up. The front door slid closed and Byron watched his seductively whorish mother guide tall Rex into the front room. The windows were curtained but the fabric was only partly drawn and Byron could see his mother now embracing Rex fully...their mouths locked in a kiss. Rex looked over toward the window, his eyes met Byron’s lens and he winked. Rex knew the horny young man was tuned in and watching every delicious move the couple made!



    He watched his mother as she moved to the sideboard and began to make a drink for each...Rex stood in the middle of the room and began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently slip it off. His rusty golden haired chest now on display and his toned musculature was dazzling in the lamp lit space.

    Rex stood, now facing the hungry and over-zealous Zelada, clad still from his slender waist down but deliciously nude above. Byron watched his mother move like a tigress to him. Drinks in their hands now, they moved along to the stairway leading above.

    Zelda grabbed a crystal ornamental dish from the coffee table with her manicured fingers as she sailed along. No doubt she had her ciggies in house-dress pocket. A trait of hers Byron knew all too well.


    Byron watched the couple step nimbly out of sight and then the upper bedroom lamp was lit by Rex who stood by the big handsomely made bed.

    Both stood watching each other and laughing, each on one side of the bed and Byron knew that chasm of fabric would soon be breached and both would be rolling nude together. His small cut cock bobbed and wiggled in anticipation. The idea that this was his mother, it just did not matter. It was all about Rex! His love!


    Byron watched and watched and saw ALL!





    Rex surveyed his female playmate as he sipped his drink. She stood across from him on the other side of the bed and although she was frowzy and chubby. Her bleached hair pulled back in a baby-doll style and that over-made up face looked almost scary, but sexy! Rex was intrigued that this 60 plus lady, a true cock slut- would do anything he asked was actually in his room and her horny son was watching thru the window. The whole scene made Rex’s uncut cock roar with life. He could not wait to strip!


    The flimsy house-dress, see-thru even in the dim bedside lamp’s light, could barely contain those voluminous breasts and Rex could not wait to sink his teeth- gently- into each and chew her huge nipples!



    “See something you fancy, big boy?” Zelda asked rubbing her breasts thru her dress with one hand while drinking her strong drink with the other.

    “Mmm, lots! I think food may have to wait.” Rex said recalling he’s yet to have any meal tonight.


    “Oh, we’ll eat. But a more carnal meal!” Zelda chirped.

    “May I smoke?” She asked and pulled out her ciggies from her pocket. She had no intention of not smoking.

    Rex did not say anything and let her light up. She was using his best candy dish from the living room as an ashtray.  She was so NOT classy Rex mused to himself but she had much to teach him if he were to please boss Marlene this Saturday night.

    Zelda puffed and sipped and watched Rex.

    Both knew that Byron was watching and both were aroused at this notion.

    “You have a fucking lovely body, Rex. No wonder my son loves you! Show me more honey...make me wet baby!” Zelda crooned as she blew smoke his way.

    Rex raked a hand thru his tousled reddish golden haired head and smiled.


    “Sit there, in the antique chair at the bottom of my bed. I’ll give you and Byron a little strip show...you like? He asked slugging down the last of his drink and putting the glass on the bedside table near the little lamp.


    “I like, baby, I like.” And Zelda tottered on her heels over to the chair and sat down. Her chubby net hose covered legs crossed before her. She looked hungry.


    “Show mummy, show mummy all your goods!” Zelda purred and Rex inwardly groaned at the “mummy” reference but played along. She was his teacher tonight and he needed to moisten her appetite so to speak! And so he began!


    Rex, all near six feet of him, knelt on the edge of his big duvet covered bed, his good trousers would get creased...but he could have them pressed. He worked his feet out of his shoes and they thudded to the carpeted bedroom floor. He moved now into the central zone of the bed...Zelda a few feet away purred and puffed her ciggy.


    Rex seductively rubbed his hands over his golden furred chest and felt his own tight pectoral muscles and flexed his arms. His nipples perked up and he got touch of goose pimples. He loved showing off...even to this old, rather used-up, MILF!

    Zelda clicked her bright white false teeth together.

    “Oh, you sexy fucker. What I’m gonna do to you tonight. Byron will get one great sex show from his mummy.” Zelda said as she pulled open the upper section of flimsy house-dress and exposed her large fleshy boobs...with nipples like small saucers and hued in darker, almost mocha tones of colour. Rex’s cock went steel rod-like and Zelda noted it.


    “Somebody is one horny bunny. Wait until I suck you, baby!” She said beginning to massage her left breast and pluck at her now hardening nipple.


    Rex’s began to pull of his leather belt and tossed it aside. His green eyes danced with excitement as he began to undo his fly zipper and button.


    Across the street, Byron was drooling with each move he made.


    Rex swivelled and as he knelt, his upper body gyrated and pulsed to music only he heard. The show was moving along and sweeping both mother and son deep into its folds. Rex was all they wanted, they were smitten!

    The way his body shown in the shadowy light of the room sent chills all thru Zelda. Her hands moved over nipples, plucking and pulling as Rex massaged himself before her.

    Rex moved down off his knees and sat, legs apart, pulling down his trousers...over his socked feet-tossing them aside.

    The sight of Rex in just his sleek underwear and OTC blue socks made Zelda moan.


    “Oh, Rex! Look at you in those sexy undies and socks, what hot stud!”



    Rex sat with those toned legs parted, his knees bent facing Zelda head on, his sweaty socked toes wiggling and his meaty heels planted firmly on the duvet.


    Zelda looked at his bulging crotch as the view was perfect to admire this manly mound...what lay inside, she could not wait to explore!

    And then Rex moved his hand down, down...and inside the waistband of the underwear. It was time to be naked for his playmate and for the voyeur, her very excited son Byron.



    Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ




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