Posts made by in2unow123

@bluehue:

nice. any more?  :blind:

@pacifico:

I remember one user with your avatar in gaytorrents.net (buttmuncher).

Are you the same guy or not?  ???

I am not.  Sorry.

Uncut.  And DAMN my parents for snipping me.  Grrrrrrr.

Thanks to FOOF for fixing my last posting and editing the HTML tag and fixing it. 

EVW175 - EJIKI - Mania Collection 3, as mentioned in my previous posting, here is the link to it on this site: http://tracker.gaytorrent.ru/details.php?id=120462

And RECON is actually a world-wide gay fetish site.  You can find them at hxxp://www.recon.com - if you are not already familiar with them.

@bluehue:

not cheap though, but then again if it makes me look puckable like this… 

Jock head gear fetish guys would love that strap.  Nice pic.

@bluehue:

@pacifico:

I always read of you in gaytorrents.net

Now I'm happy to read you here.

Welcome 

care to share? 

I've never posted on GayTorrents.NET.  I would gather it is someone else but with a similar name?

@Gr1zz:

Just an illustration of "Ugol's Law":

If you ever find yourself asking, "Am I the only one who…", stop right there, because almost certainly, you aren't.

One of the great things about the net is that, with so many people online, it breaks down distances, and lets people who share interests to contact each other.  What a wonderful time we live in, where people who like getting hit in the face can now find each other.  I must admit, I never thought of such a thing being sexual, but at least now people can share such things, and once a critical mass develops, it's only a matter of time until "hit on my face porn" becomes available.
 :bithfight:

Even better, those who like being hit are now much more likely to find those who like to hit, :fight: so we can end up with a match made in cyberspace.   :spank: :inlove:

So - on the serious side - CHECK OUT this movie, just posted this week:  EVW175 - EJIKI - Mania Collection 3.  I think you'll find what you are into, especially the last scene.

RECON is an awesome site just for that!  Mmm Mmm Good!  Love me some Recon.  Grrrrr.

What you don't see is the creamy load I shot all over his face.  Get It, Boy.  :sucky:

@bare4bear:

I want to read more! I have never hooked up with any of my dad's friends but believe I have some potential.

My dad's best friend since childhood usually comes to our immediate family's birthday parties. While we were at one at what seemed to be a cruisey lake, he kept talking to me while sitting or standing very close. His shirt said unzip on the front and some company name on the back which I could not find on Google.

He and my dad took my brother up to his cabin in Michigan when he was undergoing a rough part of his mental illness. (pretty positive nothing went on but fishing and smoking) This was shortly after the party.

When they were getting ready to leave I was back by my dad's friend with nobody around. I asked him where I should take a leak and he pointed in between some cars right near him.  I stood right by the rear of the car where my dick was still visible. I already had a semi from talking to him, and when I was pissing I'm pretty sure I caught him looking while he was going through is stuff, so I had a few tugs. He then asked me "so how's it hangin?", and I got nervous and zipped up. I did however say "Low, how about you?" I don't remember his response too much. I remember shortly after that he said he wished I could come with for the trip (I have weekend classes.)

I am going up to Michigan with just the two of them sometime in the end of September. I am afraid to make a move because any moves he might have made could just be mistaken friendliness, and I wouldn't want to cause problems with their friendship.

Agreed.  Read the tea leaves VERY carefully before you do anything (i.e. you make the move… let him).

When I was 14, I had a huge crush on my dad's good friend who was also our neighbor.  He was always pal'ing around with my dad on the weekends; working in the garage, tinkering with expensive lawnmower equipment, doing projects around the home.  The neighbor was 30 and my dad was 42.  The neighbor, Wayne, had a Corvette, along with a few trucks and a car.  He had a very nice home and was fairly comfortable financially, as was our family.  Wayne was hot!, sexy, awesome body, muscular, mustache and goatee, tan, funny, and he had large nipples on his pecs.  Wayne was married but did not have any kids.  Often we'd have dinner at Wayne's home and vice versa.  There'd be cookout's - almost any reason to get together did the trick, so Wayne and his wife were often around, but it was mostly Wayne who was at the house during the weekends, pal'ing with dad.  ........ One day, my parents were out of town for a business trip, and I was left alone for 3 days and my parents felt I was ok to be alone for that period.  They had asked Wayne to stop by a few times and check on me.  At that same time, Wayne's wife was also out of town for a week.  So it was just Wayne and I pretty much in the picture.  ......That Saturday late afternoon, Wayne stopped by and asked if I could help him unload a heavy lawnmower out of his truck, so I went over to assist.  He was in a pair of skimpy jeans shorts, and no shirt.  He engaged me in conversation, and I was slightly nervous, my mind was racing with thoughts of doing things with Wayne sexually, as a just watched him and I starred quite often at him.  At times I thought he'd catch me and he knew exactly what I was thinking.  It was electrifying to me when he would do that.  The combination of being nervous and scarred, yet almost being "caught" thinking the thoughts I did when I was around him.  So after unloading the riding lawnmower, he invited me in for a beer (provided I did not tell my parents), so of course I said "sure!", and went inside.  He had a rec-room in his home, filled with a pool table, poker table, juke-box, a bar that seated 5, and a stash of alcohol stocked across three shelves against the wall behind the bar.  He also had a refrigerator down next tot he bar, where he kept his beer.  Often I had been down there, with my dad, as he sat and chatted with Wayne - so I was in comfortable, familiar territory.  Upon giving me a beer, Wayne began engaging me in conversation, and ultimately it lead to girls, if I was having any kinds of sex with girls, and what not.  I tried to be cool, butch almost, and give some bull-shit answers.  I could see in Wayne's eyes, though, he could tell I was lying.  Wayne drank 4 beers to my 1, and upon finishing the 4th bottle asked if burgers on the grill would be ok for dinner.  I said "sure!".  He noted that he was out of a few things and would have to go to the supermarket to get them before cooking on the grill, and asked if I wanted to come along.  Once again, I said "sure!".  He grabbed a t-shirt, locked up the house, and as we walked out to the driveway, instead of him getting into his truck, he pulled the cover off his Corvette, took the top off, and we got in.  The care was silver and the interior was black leather.  The seats were very close to each other with very little leg room.  I could see his mid-section and lap so very easily - as he could see mine.  He started the engine and the entire car just rumbled liked thunder as if it were coming to life.  The car shook slightly with a heavy vibration as the car sat parked.  I felt like I was in a dream; I was alone with the sexiest and only man in the world that turned me on - and I was not even aware that I was gay at the time, but only that I was afraid of becoming gay because I was attracted to men; and I hoped it was just a phase that I would grow out of.  I was in heaven, right there, right then, alone with Wayne in the Corvette.  He pulled the car out of the driveway, drove down the street and out of our neighborhood and onto one of the main roads south of town.  He was taking the long way to the store, a way that took us out more into the country than through the subdivisions of town.  I wondered why the long path - and why he had chosen it.  He continued to chat with me about girls, dating, and sex; sex - he kept asking about it, I thought to myself.  "He's pondering on sex because he can tell I like men?, or is he simply being "cool" and doing what straight guys do?", I was freezing cold in that car, in the middle of summer, 80's degrees outside, and I was freezing cold.  Nerves!  Wayne started speeding up, and I could tell we were traveling faster than the speed limit on the country road.  He continued to accelerate, faster - faster, and I looked nervously at the speedometer and at him, back and forth.  He looked me at and said something along the lines of "dont be nervous - just having fun", and he put his hand onto my lap to pat my leg.  He patted my leg alright, but he did not fully pull it away.  His hand laid rested half way on my thigh and up against the drive stick to the transmission which was tightly placed in the center console between the two seats.  But his hand was there.  He left it on my thigh.  My mind raced, my heart raced, I was panicking - but sexually ignited, all at the same time, and I began to develop a chub and was having to shift my hips slightly so that it could come up far enough to lay in the crease of my thigh against my groin.  I was petrified he would see it - what he would think - what he would do - what he would say, to me, to my father later on.  GOD, I thought, let this end quickly.  He looked at me and smiled - and said "you nervous", and I said "yeah", and he said "watch, I'm going to open her up", and he continued to accelerate; 60, 70, 80, 90 mph .... we were on a straight stretch of the road that lasted several miles, no curves - just open road in the fields of nowhere... and there I was with Wayne.  My chub continued to grow; I had a sensation that I was comfortable as along as he kept his hand on my thigh.  How I loved that feeling.  The first time, a real man, a sexy man, was touching me.  The warmth of the sensation bathed my body.  I can't express in words what I was feeling.  It was amazing and electrifying all at the same time.  He said "I can feel your heart racing", and I said "NO you don't - I'm not scarred".  He laughed and smiled.  Finally he took his hand away and began to slow down as we were coming up to some curves in the road.  Finally, we got to the supermarket, and he bought some hamburger buns and cheese, and back we went in the car, this time taking the short route back to his house.  He had to drive normal then, 35mph, and those who were outside walking could see us in the car as we drove by.  I thought "he's being cool now - but did he figure I was gay and no longer likes me, do he like me, what the hell just happened?" I could not come to a conclusion as to what had happened and what Wayne was thinking.  When we got back to his house, things progressed without incident; he prepped dinner, made the hamburger patties, fired up the grill and cooked, as I took plates out and set them up on the outdoor table under the umbrella.  Sun was setting - and I remember looking at Wane, towards the west, with the sunset as backdrop behind me.  "GORGEOUS!", I thought to myself.  I could live in that moment forever.  But then suddenly I was being handed a plate of burgers and he asked if I wanted one more beer.  Of course I said "YEAH!".  SO we sat, ate dinner, and I nursed my beer - which tasted good but awful at the same time to me, fuzzy, bitter, but good.  We had idle chat which I cannot remember any longer.  But finally we moved towards the latter part of the evening - after dinner, it was dark outside, and I would spend maybe an hour at most with Wayne before going home for the night.  He asked if I wanted to play pool.  I replied that I was not good at all, and he laughed and smiled, and said I'll teach you.  Of course, he did teach me; standing up close behind me, having me mimick his hand placement and movements.  Then he finally got behind me and made sure I knew the placement, the focus on the ball, aligning myself, the motion of cradling the pool stick, through the small ring of a hole I made with my hand and fingers.  The stick sliding back and forth through the hole, his hands on mine, his arms on mine, as he stood behind me and guided me in learning the motion of moving the stick.  I scratched!, of course ... several times.  I was a goof, and I felt embarrassed that I could not coordinate and make the queue ball move the other balls the way that I wanted.  We played three games, and he beat me each time.  I said "ok, I'm finished", and he egged me on to continue and said he'd give me a handicap.  He said if I won he'd give me $10, but if he won I'd have to wait and find out.  Hesitantly, I agreed, as if I had any choice, and began another game with him.  He broke, I could not for the life of me, I had tried and the queue just bounced off the pack of balls, hardly making a dent.  As he broke the balls splattered into a variety of directions.  He continued, shot, after shot, after shot, after shot, after shot .... I never had a chance to shoot any balls  - he shoot each of his in until it was just the eight ball.  I LOST!  "GOD", I thought to myself - what's going to happen here".... I was so nervous.  Literally freezing, I could feel my teeth slightly chatter, and my legs, arms and neck were all quivering.  He could see me.... he caught glimpses and glances of me as he rounded up the balls and went to put away his pool stick.  He said "I'll give you another chance - you beat me at arm wrestling, using both your arms to my one, and you'll get out of the consequences of losing".  I rolled my eyes and thought "now he's being a dick .... a grown up, parent-like, dick.", he was cool before but not he's not.  So I agreed, and he sat at the bar, on the corner, and I sat on the opposing side from him, facing him.  He put his arm up.  It was beautiful.  Large hand, rough skin on his fingers, the forearm tan, a bicep bulging up near his shoulder just along the edge of the sleeve of his t-shirt, which was so baggy I could see his armpit hair when he lifted his arm up and placed it back down into the "position".  The power and magnetism he had over me was overwhelming.  I place my arm up on the edge of the bar and grasped his hand with mine, intertwining our fingers together, then clasping down with the force of a grip.  That sensation, right then, of my touching him, holding him in an odd way, and looking at him - him holding my hand and looking at me .... I cannot express in words what incredible electricity was running through my body, my mind racing, my groin being bombarded of by waves of sexual desire, a heat, a burn, constantly passing through my dick ..... oh my God ..... utterly amazing feeling.  He starred at me and said "just one hand?" and I said "Oh, yeah, I should use both", and he laughed a chuckle and then smiled".  "Ready", he said, I nodded, "set - GO!".  And lunged forward shoving his hand and wrist, his arm suddenly flexed and this amazing bicep just exploded in size, the veins popping up - then bulging everywhere across his arm.  It would not move.  Finally he began pushing my hands down and my right arm collapsed with the support of the left arm behind into, onto the bar.  I lost.  He laughed and and said "I had my leg propped up again the wall and had my entire weight pushing towards you".  "So you CHEATED" I barked and then the next thing I know was Wanye jumping up from his chair, grabbing me, and hurling me down onto the carpeting, his body over mine, and suddenly I was on my back and he was on his knees pinning me down, extending my arms completely out past my head.  I squirmed, tossed, twisted, jerked, pushed, and nothing.  He had me locked down - and I was paralyzed until he decided to let go.  He laughed at me, egged me on, as I squirmed; challenging me to break his lock grip.... and then he said it, the dreaded words I did not ever want to hear from him... "your so weak....I bet you're gay!"  GAY, that one single word, changed everything for me, and in that instant I became enraged with anger and fought even hard, and harder, trying my best to break his lock on me.  As I twisted my body, I lifted my butt off the ground, struggling, shoving, struggling, shoving - and throughout was inadvertently was pushing up against his crotch.  Without even realizing it my dick had become rock hard - and it was my rock hard dick that was rubbing his groin.  And then he said "so you ARE gay!", and I barked back "NO!, I'm NOT", and then Wayne slid backward slightly with his knees, and grabbed the edge of the shorts and began pulling my shorts down to my ankles and then grabbed my underwear and began pulling them down.  I CONVULSED with sheer violence I thrashed in every direction trying to break his grip and pull away, shouting "let go, STOP, LET GO!".

In a flash, it was over.  I got up, pulled up my underwear and shorts, and said "I have to go" then walked out his front door and into the yard.  I looked back, be he did not follow.

I quickly got over my anger that night, my humiliation - if you would, but from that day forward things were never the same between Wayne and I.  I looked at him differently, and while still a gorgeous man, he did not make me feel the way I had before the incident in his rec room.  I never heard dad speak of the situation, nor did Wayne.  Dad had only asked if Wayne had me over for dinner, and I said "yeah".

It's funny - I wanted him so much - but not the way he did it.  I've wondered over the years - as I still do now - what would have happened if I would have not have fought him when he was pulling my shorts down.  I'll never know.  But he was - and will always be - the first man who I ever wanted.

@leatherbear:

Connects to shower ~ Used for deep enemas!!!

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED for that deep, tingly, fresh-n-clean feeling!!  After you are finished playing KING on the thrown, hop into the shower and use this bad boy as part of your routine.  LOL!  I'm a top, and for years my partner would douche before sex, and it just sort of grossed me out.  Finally, one day I attempted to bottom for him, and I tried this in our shower.  BAM!  I fell in love with it.  HIGHLY recommend.  haha.

As for sex: I was monogamous for 16 years, and much like LeatherBear, we played bareback.  Nothing beats the feeling.  I'm single now, and have been reintroduced into the dating/sex world.  In my late 40's.  I mostly am drawn to younger 30's and late 20's.  And I can tell you, there is a WHOLE HELL OF A LOT of BAREBACKING going on these days.  I'm amazed how many bottoms just try and stick it in without a condom - and I live in a relatively smaller city in the USA - I can only imagine what its like in larger cities.  To be perfectly honest: I've have barebacked since being single.  There come moments when you just want to; at least for me anyway, and I've taken the risk.

It's funny - ask yourself, of the porn available for download on the site, do you tend to be interested more in BAREBACK or CONDOM movies?  While I do love some awesome hunky studs going at it; rimming, slobbering, and fucking with a condom, I'd much rather see that scenario without condoms.  It just turns me on.  There is a reason the Barebacking Section has taken off on the site, the past few years.  Treasure Island lead the way.

Ha, that's probably a good POLL QUESTION right there: 
"Do you prefer to see and download movies that, do you prefer downloading and watching material that is: amateur or professional produced, condoms or bareback?"

@MrMazda:

Age difference depends on a number of things. Even in a case with a larger age gap, there isn't necessarily a problem. Although it is true that in a lot of cases, the younger population do tend to have a tendency to grasp to an infatuation, this is not always the case. I can think of a few cases off the top of my head where the age difference is almost 30 years and it works no problem. It all depends on what you both really want and how happy that you make each other. It really all boils down to the chemistry.

I very much agree with your thoughts here.  I have found that the younger guys in their late teens and early 20's, can be attracted to older men anywhere from their 30's to the 50's, usually either because they have "father complex issues" and require a strong, masculine, mentoring/coaching personality in their lives [but it is not long term - it is a phase that can last a few months, a few years, at best as the person becomes more confident in being gay]  vs. those who truly have a "polar" desire and attraction by nature (Polar = older men, grey/white hair, etc.) and are "hard wired" in their sexual desire and attraction to be with them.  The majority of the relationships that do occur, I have found, are based upon the "father complex" element, and thus do not last.  The "polar" relationship, are fewer, but are very real and last.  Boiling down to Chemistry, as you note.  - Speaking with authority.  haha  :cheers:

It can work - provided that all 3 men are emotionally secure, confident and loving.  The power of a triad is amazing while you are part of it.  Suddenly the entire dynamic shifts; and when you are all together and out in public, it's almost like you are in a pack.  Financially, it is a great situation as well; three incomes coming into one home; normally bodes very well for having everything you desire (toys, nice home, travel, etc.).  As for the arrangement: one normally is primary top; the other two are either versatile or bottom.  If a triad forms, it is after an initial couple have established a good/strong bond with each other and/or are in a relationship already.  They'll meet someone; there is chemistry, desire, and what not - and the triad forms.  Normally it will form not because of intent, but rather haphazardly without intent; and as a result many triads will not last more than a few years as the right dynamics were not in place for all three men to be emotionally secure, confident, and loving.  Those remaining few which are, will last as long as a normal relationship (meaning years).  I speak with authority on the subject.  haha.  :cheers:

Thanks for posting Leather Bear.  Living in Dayton, I have posted this onto my Facebook and am circulating it now to my friends throughout the state.  I want that fat-ass punk to be locked up for a while - and pressure needs to be brought down via law enforcement AND fully kicking the kid out of school permanently.  The video just makes you want to step in and knock that fat-ass kid through the air and down onto his fucking fat ass.

Always up for pucking around with a guy in a hockey jock strap….  WOOF.

Just contact a Mod or Admin if you would like to have the expedited of using your points for an invite.

My hat is off to anyone who can stand up and go public like that, in Texas.  With this week's attention and focus on Bullying across the U.S., with the Ander Cooper CNN special aired Friday Night on the subject, I just hope the kid does not get bashed.  You have to respect him though, no question.  Thanks for the link.

Quick question (and I'm not trying to stir the pot)…

We have categories outside of movies that members are allowed to upload to: i.e. Music, Applications.  What is the concern about non-gay content movies being uploaded onto the tracker, if tagged and categorized as being non-gay?  Is it because of legal concerns with larger movie production companies?  What would be the harm in having a non-gay content area for movies?  Just trying to understand (and forgive me if I have overlooked this somewhere in the MEMBER MANUAL for the Community /big smile).  Do we scrutinize Music?  I would image we scrutinize Applications to ensure there are no viral files contained (seems a lot of hacked applications have viral issues these days).  Again, not trying to stir the pot, simply to be enlightened and understand.  Big TOM knows how much I love it here. 

@tom:

admins arent robots…. and need also some sleep sometimes... sorry for the outage

Gasp!  Admins aren't robots?  Say it's not so!  Thanks for all you do, Sir Thomas.  Your dedication to running the site, along with the other admins and mods, is greatly appreciated. 

@Uwe:

It works again  :cheers:

Give it 30 minutes to get the torrents read and all back again.

Yay!  Yes, just noticed it.

Just an observation upon reading this entire thread…

Having been a member for a few years now, and having had my fare share of hard drive crashes, losing my libraries, having to start over, rebuilding my seed points .... hell I can even remember when Administrator let me have some free credits when I pleaded for assistance ... and he helped me out.  And in turn, I have kept my promise back to him.  I love this site.  I enjoy the community.  I appreciate those who contribute to it, and I appreciate even more those who help facilitate and administer it.  Uwe, more than anyone, simply because I tried to help rebuild the system after the crash last year of the site.  The point is, this is a community, and it take members to help make it work.  And members have been given the opportunity to voice concerns, make suggestions, and interact with staff.  It's part of what makes this community great - and why I personally enjoy it, and I'm sure thousands of others do as well.

Debate can be good - it helps foster community - and it helps improve things that can be improved upon.  I certainly have full respect for everyone on staff involved in created, building, tweaking and supporting this site and system.  Truly, my hats off to all of you for what you have accomplished.  I know you have heard suggestions in the past, made adjustments, and the history of your actions and changes are lost if not recognized by many in the community - especially those who are new'ish to us.