2 years ago I weighed 260 pounds. I finally decided that I had to do something to make sure that I lived a long and healthy life. In 6 months I went down to 185 pounds. For the first time in my entire life, I actually felt normal. It was wonderful. I looked like the person I always imagined myself to be. It wasn't easy. I drank only water and ate lean cuisines for every single meal. I was motivated and felt accomplished. My family eventually told me to stop because they were afraid that I was losing too much weight too fast. I slowed down and maintained it for a bit and eventually I stopped working out all together. One year later I am now back to 225 pounds. It is embarrassing to lose so much weight and gain it all back so quickly. I lost my motivation and stopped caring about calories and eating the right things. Today I promised myself to begin the first day to the new me. I know this journey is going to be extremely hard for me to go through again but I cannot quit on myself again. Wish me luck =)
How old was the oldest guy u ever sucked off?? How old were u when it happened?? Was it mutual?
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My good friend Carlisle is moving from our home state to Arizona for school. The thing is, I'm in love with him. I've liked him since the first day I met him. He's tall, skinny, blonde and gorgeous. I would do anything to kiss hum just once. I bet it's like that first cold daiquiri on a hot day. Takes your breath away and spreads warmth throughout your body, leaving you wanting more, more, more. I bet he moves like an ocean in a storm. Anyhow, he's taken. He has a wonderful boyfriend already and I harbor no dreams that he'll leave his boyfriend for me. I wouldn't want that to happen as his boyfriend is also moving to Arizona, but a different city. They're going to maintain a long-short distance sort of thing I guess. Should I tell Carlisle how I feel about him? I'm sure he knows I like him but it's never come up between us. I feel that I would kick myself if I didn't tell him but I don't want it to ruin our friendship. It's a common problem for many people and the plot of many, many not so good movies. I doubt it'd turn out with us kissing at the airport but I'm sure ASU has a law school and when I finish my bachelor's and move onto law school.
Has any one here ever made a gay video for uploading. I'm curious as to what is like to perform in front of the camera. Does the cameraman put you off?
I haven't seen some "fucking hard" videos for a long time, so if you have some awesome videos I want, please send me. I would be appreciate! I need some cheer-ups time. Thanks you.
Bonne Fête Nationale à tous les Français. :) Je lève mon verre tous mes amis...
Happy National's Day to all French :) ..Cheers ...
I know some of you guys will think I am off my rocker[good pun], but I didnt think I would like it, but heres goes; what is your favorite Rod Stewart track...answers on a postcard,lol
I noticed your account was gone, i never got a chance to say goodbye mate :( i hope your ok wherever you are cale, i enjoyed our chats. I hope you see this so
if your done messaging me we could at least say goodbye
Guys any new bands you know of that are breaking through, like Palma Violets, Coldline and others, you would like to add....
After my birth I was adopted, my parents were still children themselves and far too young. I had my mother and father never met before, till now ten days ago in Surinam.
They are very nice to me, we sleep in the same bed. I feel very attracted to them, especially because I'm a lookalike of my dad.
Would it be weird if I consent to a physical relationship?
Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days,
Something so unbending and yet so precious, to
the point that I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone but you.
I see your hidden thoughts, hear you feelings that scream
out for me to listen to them. When my eyes close I dream
that the dream I’m living right now with you will
always be real, and that you’d love me still.
I never want you to doubt me, but even more I don’t want you to doubt
yourself. Without loving yourself, there is no route
towards loving anyone else. Time teaches us all of this,
to pay attention to the general and to the little things we miss.
I’d miss you, if ever you were to go away and leave
me, but deep down in my heart I’d always believe
that you’d have your reasons, and our parting
will not be infinite, but the beginning of something anew starting.
Time makes me ache for your touch, your connection I cherish
within all of me, and without it I’d surely perish
without any handicap. The way you’re able to seduce
my passion, able to sweet talk the recluse
inside of me that is the pleasure you create
whenever our hearts, minds, and bodies become one to relate
to one another for endless moments of bliss.
And to think all our time together was sparked,
by a kiss.
Unable to move, unable to speak,
unable to smell, unable to touch,
unable to hear, unable to do anything but see, and feel, I am trapped.
Enclosed within a glass pane that leaves me as exposed to you as much as you want me to be,
just as you are as exposed as much that you feel secure doing.
I see you, I feel you, just as you do me.
You walk around my enclosure, knowing that if we were to act out of haste just for me to be free,
you would die.
You've tried before, tried freeing me, yet I'm never willing to part from my ways,
I love you to much to change the situation.
I see all of you, your happiness and your pains, your secrets and your fears, so on and so forth.
You know me as well, at least partially from what I'm able to show you and from what you can feel.
Your issues run deep, your scars heal slowly, barely able to at all.
The only cure is for me to be with you, for us to be able to be together and be seen together,
and yet it seems as if it's just an impossible dream. Many times I watch you suffer, tortured and raped by the constant brutality of life.
I can't move to your rescue and force all the pain away,
not able to smell the raw stench of ugly mixed with your beauty,
not able to hold you until you can stand again,
not able to hear your innocence as it is ripped away,
and the cruelty of the world as it laughs.
Not able to do anything but watch and feel,
and it is the greatest gift the devil was able grant.
Your face, beautiful, now twisted in horror as tears sprint down your canvas,
tears that I've produced for you again and again.
Your screams, your desperate cries for help for love and care,
ignored by those who are suppose to be closest to you.
It's a daily fight, the internal and external struggles you go through and you take it all.
I curse fate for leaving me in this predicament, damming all of my luck in the process.
You ask me to let you go and I can't, the selfish coward in me doesn't want to lose you with every fiber
of my being, and yet I cant be there for you, thus I've already lost you, and I am already alone.
You're still here,
and yet I've killed you
the eyes that used to shine now dull and unresponsive
as I am forever trapped in my place,
you in yours.
How many of you manscape? Either shave or trim. How many are all natural. What percentage of the whole male population do you think manscapes? I read somewhere that like an estimated 98% of gay men manscape.
don't you wish that a guy you really like just stood up and yell out that they love you in front of everyone lol
The one person that I really like, ad I know he likes me, won't understand that's he's so special to me, what would I have to do to prove myself to him. I'm head over heels but he's not even though there's something between us. Life is complicated and he knows who he is, he need to know I really really like him and that I have very strong feelings for him. Now he think I hate him, which I can't hate him because I love him to much, thing is he's now not replying to me, someone please help it's breaking my heart
I used to have this orange and white cat named pumpkin. My little sisters used to carry the thing around and try to get it to sit on their laps and he would just get up and walk away. I didn't really care as much for the thing as they did, but pumpkin had this quirky thing where if I were lying in bed he'd jump up there, get under the blankets and curl up along side me and fall asleep. It used to drive my sisters nuts cuz he wouldn't do it with them.
My sisters are a little older now and whenever the topic comes up they also point out how pumpkin would stand inside the litter box and aim his ass over the side of the box to shit all over the floor, so he must have had brain damage as a child. To this day they're still jealous!
Anyone got any quirky animals?
"8 Things You Didn't Know About Your Penis"....http://men.webmd.com/guide/8-things-you-did-not-know-about-your-penis
Anyone have suggestions on what music goes best with beatin' off with poppers?
As a top, there's nothing I hate worse than a pushy bottom. You know the type. The ones who command you to fuck them. And that wouldn't be so bad, but they direct. It's one thing to say what you like. But they want to tell you how to fuck. My cock is a reasonable size--seven inches hard--but they need to get off, so they point and angle ya, tell you to go faster or slow down, and ask you things like "Am I hot?"--when all you want to do is FUCK.
Sometimes, too, that, attitude spills over the bedroom into real life. Show me a pushy bottom between the sheets and I will show you a pushy boy on the streets. But they can fool you.
I met "T" online cruising. He lived not too far from me and I have to admit he was hot. Tight little body, nice face, Latino, and very dirty-minded. He was eager to get plowed and honestly not too bright--usually a good combination. As I got ready to go, I even thought if he worked out in bed, he might be a repeat. I have to admit that I was so horny, I would have fucked a muddy hole in the ground if it asked me.
He rang me up to make sure I was still coming. Yes, I answered. My mind spun in two directions. On the one hand, alarm bells went up: was this guy that insecure? On the other, boys do flake for one reason or another. I have been a victim of the non-hookup hookup many times. I regret to say that I have done it once or twice myself (they were really horrible). So I gave him the benefit of the doubt and hopped in the car.
Two minutes later, he texted me. Would I bring him a Red Bull? Fuckity fuck. What am I, a delivery boy? I grumbled back alright--he was, after all, a long way from the shops and he might be writhing in passion naked on his bed waiting for me to impale him (I assumed he was from a circus family, since he could wank and text at same time). So I picked up his pick up and started to drive over.
Apparently I wasn't quick enough, because about ten minutes later he called to make sure I was coming. At that point, my brain and cock had a serious disagreement. "This is bad news, cock, and you know it." "But he's hot, brain, and I haven't had any in three weeks. You aren't fucking this up!" Cock won, as it usually does, and I said I would be there soon.
Ten minutes and one more text later, I pulled into a parking place blocks from his home and trundled over to his apartment in a swanky part of Sydney. I was sure of one thing when he buzzed me in: this freak, whoever he was, couldn't afford this place himself. At twenty-something, he got money from mummy and daddy, or perhaps just a daddy.
I got in, saw in fact that he was hot and gave him his Red Bull. He took it without thanks, let alone offer to pay. I surveyed his place. It was mod gay chic, complete with a bed all in white linen with a frame of bleached white wood. T wore nothing but some tight white undies to match his bed. We started to make out and he did so with a passion that showed he was as equally horny/desperate as I.
But the alarm bells in my head were replaced with something else: hate. As he pulled down my pants and looked up at me like he was a porn star about to give me the most incredible blow job in the world, I wanted shove cock deep down his throat. But not so that I could get off; I wanted to gag the smug little twerp.
He did get me hard, though, and he stripped off. He was rock hard, his uncut dick oozing precum between his legs and puddling up nice as he stuck his arse up in the air. Surveying the lay of the land, little T obviously waxed: his nutsac shone smooth and his crack was a dusky hairless brown. I put on a condom, which for some reason felt too small. He offered me one for the larger-sized penis plus and amazingly it fit. Maybe he had run them through the dryer...
This had the dual effect of boosting my ego and prepping me to give him a nasty pounding. This played off the growing intensity of my dislike for this guy, knowing that as soon as I was in him, he'd start moaning and telling me what to do. So I grabbed him by his hair, pulled his head back and shoved myself roughly into him.
To give him credit, he was tight and he took the initial lunge pretty well in stride. I started pounding his ass pretty hard, occasionally slapping his cheeks with a staccato clap. It seemed with each thrust, my hatred for him grew...I actually hoped for his bossy bottom-ness to come out so I could hate him more. He did not disappoint. Soon he was yammering away, a Martin Scorsese of fucking. That gave me the excuse for me to shove his face into the bed so his commands were muffled in the 750 thread sheets. He wasn't touching himself and his cock was leaking like a sieve, and I could feel his ropey goo on my thighs.
I pistoned his ass for a good ten minutes--with the occasional thoughts of Red Bull entering my head (it was summer and this was thirsty work)--with him moaning in Spanglish. T reached down, grabbed his engorged cock, and started to stroke. Within 10 seconds he blew copious wads of spooge all over his nice clean sheets. He quivered, then wilted.
But I wasn't done yet. I flipped over on his back and continued to thrust away. It's a funny thing. More often than not, even the biggest bottom will want you out of him once he comes. This one was not going to get off that easy. I could tell he found it uncomfortable, but there was also a bit of his Latin pride at being ridden. As a "real" bottom he should have been able to take it--at least in his mind. I was going to make him cry uncle.
And sure enough he did. He managed to last another ten minutes before he said that he couldn't take it anymore and asked me to pull out. And I did. I unsheathed my still throbbing dick from his now red hole, peeled off the condom, and threw the used latex on his nice, clean comforter (which had been thrown to the floor). Without skipping a beat, I reached for my briefs and wrestled my cock back into its confines. I started to get dressed.
T looked at me quizzically and asked "Aren't you going to get off?" I was struck by inspiration. "No," I replied, "I'm saving it for another boy later." A complete lie and utter bravado, but it hit T like a ton of bricks. His face fell. It was the perfect way to end a hate fuck. I didn't even need to get off. I had the satisfaction of having him know that he couldn't make me cum.
Hate fucks ain't pretty and they sure ain't noble. But they can be enormously satisfying, if not done too often. Does that say something about human nature or just me? I'm not sure, but if sex is supposed to have an emotional component to it, why not vary it up?
At least, from time to time...
Seriously? It beats me how anyone can kid themselves that much, let alone gay boys who have historically been subject to unbelievable horrors at the hands of religious people. I am sorry if this seems harsh. I can only just allow that people choose to believe in a "personal god", which amounts to an imaginary friend. But organised religion? Nope! Nnnnnnope! After Galileo, Newton and Darwin? I'm quite pleased that we are a brotherhood of humanity and that our cousins are mushrooms (and every other living thing on our planet). How can anyone be such a masochist as to want to try to reconcile belief in an all-loving god with what it says in the supposed god's book? Sorry to raise the god topic but in some places the question is one of life or death. Where I am from being a Catholic in the wrong street puts your life at risk. I can understand the temptation to seek out (and imagine you find) a "higher power" when things get tough as a gay person, but really! Jesus? How can anyone believe that guff?!
Im a teen and seem to have a problem where whenever I get naked or strip down, especially in public (change rooms, pools, etc) I always get hard and horny.. I dont know why. I guess its part of a fantasy in my head but is this normal? Is it weird when you see another guy hard ? HELP ! :S
Hey I am wondering does anyone else get that "guilty" feeling after they masturbate and think; I wish I didn't do it over that/him?
i was not here for one week and came back today and i noticed that two very good friends of mine are gone. i miss them and it makes me really sad, especially coz they’re gone without a word, without saying goodbye.
to all you lovely boys and guys, please if you ever decide to go, remember that you have very good friends here, who love you and will miss you. think about holding your account, you could come back whenever you want and you’re always welcome. but if you go, please please please say goodbye.
hey i have not been on here in a while and today is my birthday and i'm finally 19 now and i have a boyfriend now yay
have booked up for a weeks holiday in Ayia Napa. Cant wait. YAY !!!!!!!!!
hey so i have been bored an by myself latley. if you are over 18 and wana skype email me here or add onelovebbaltimore
I always will post in 7 different types of photo-albums:
Photos of tied guys. I like bondage but no dirty games, not too hard and of course with interruption if one of the guys like to stop.
Anime, comics and draws of tied guys
Pictures of guys in action, with errection or - mmh - with an angle more as 45 deg
Anime, comics and draws of porn
More as 5 pictures or draws of the same session
I realy hope you like the pics
Hi my album was on my page yesterday and today the puctures have disappeared. The album is still in the list of photo albums. Its called Me and was submitted 8th July. Anyone know how i can get it back on my profile page?
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