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Wonder if somehow Bunji Bunji will get incorporated into Patrick’s Drag Queens Unplugged.

Makes you happy too!

No lies were told, and dates don’t need to have access to your taxes and portfolios…things are happening in their on time.

Well he gave three demos…he’s trying hard, now he may need to work up from soft.

Perhaps he can sign up for that extension course of Gay Sex 101

Oh no, not a bj with angry teeth!

Transitioning from academic life to work schedules, especially when young and new to the workplace is tough. Then add that one is still in that academic arena. I lost my college love at that transition phase, my mind telling me we wouldn’t make it as a gay couple with pressures from my conservative career field and a traditionally conservative southern family. Regrets, yes. Would we have made it? That’s hard to know, but it didn’t get a chance to run its course when I singularly ended it when I graduated with him having another year of undergraduate work. We’re still friends with a few calls throughout the year, but the lingering feelings of lost and what could have been will forever be there.

Will the big X happen with Brant crossing his forearms after the penetration breaches the sensitive muscles that seem to hold a mental bond with many that insist they guard a one-way or exit only passage. However, as many others will attest, signage is easy to ignore when emergencies arise… then again, what language is that signage in when then brain is speaking hormonal yearning.

Wow, I guess I’m very lucky then. I often plan my schedule to take it easy a few days; without getting out in hot days and hard work…so getting shopping, vaccines, and maybe laundry caught up is kinda natural thing within that planning. But likewise, if I had only light activities I may not shower until the following day. It’s kinda funny to me as either in the shower or looking in the mirror stripped down that I see a bandaid and initially wonder why I put that there…until I remember I had an immunization the day before. However, as many days my neighbor youngster loves to bring all the elementary school immunotherapy viruses home all season, so it’s likely I’ve been conditioned with several variants of flus, including COVID, several times over. If I feel anything different I’ll test just to know what precautions I should take, so Covid, type A flu, etc. have been experienced, but mostly with just sniffing or some light cold symptoms. As my mom brought COVID home from her rehab stay, that too gave me sniffles but enough to cause me to test us both. We both had it with me just having sniffing as my worst symptom but in mom’s weakened condition and other health issues, it quickly developed into pneumonia and her strength wasn’t there to get active or even tolerate being out of bed much. Within a few days she went unconscious and started shutting down.

Hey test fired the howitzer and it seems to launch the payload just fine; molten hot rapid fire.

He’s like a Kevlar turtle within a bunker basement vault…shielded at that. Wow, I want one; vault, Jesse, Hank’s a little rough for me but I could enjoy that close circuit feed too. 🥵

Granted, but I’ve seen one good program where it was the educators that didn’t know how to engage kids in a more clinical anatomy and biological responses in the human body, male and female educators were too intimidated by the kids or their own insecurities to control the discussion. Maybe the teachers needed to have a requirement to teach peers before being signed off to teach that curriculum.

Good analogy of with and without Benjamin accompanying Justin on his road trip. I think the bond is already set as long as B&J keep a healthy relationship, even if it reverts to good friends, friends still look out for one another…like family does or should.

My ex was hands off when it came to talking to our three girls. So…I gave them the talk, but it was actually very good for them as moms don’t tell them how snogging at length is great for girls but can become torture and painful for boys; so have sympathy on the kid. I remember the youngest being in with the middle daughter and when we talked about how the blood engorges and show arousal in women, …then we discussed how it engorges and shows arousal for boys…as my youngest got big eyes and looked between the pictures of a flaccid penis and then an erect penis….with amazement she blurted that’s how it works. When asking her to explain, she says in sex ed they never show the boys aroused so she always wondered how that, looking at the flaccid penis picture, was going to go inside the girl. 😂 There’s sex ed for you, they don’t even make the discussion about what the kids will actually feel, they just act like nature makes you want things…but they don’t even explain how boys vs girls bodies respond to kissing and arousal; temps, sweats, blood engorging, sensitivity, etc. So my daughters actually liked that they understood much more than many of their classmates, not in arrogance, it in safety and health awareness. Yes, they know about dad’s interests too.

That’s assuming the boys have progressed to more experienced adult gay sex. Back before the internet, when learning by brail, ahem…hands on, things didn’t probably progress as quickly as they might these days. But then again, Benjamin was in the witch’s shadow and Justin was in tight confines that probably didn’t allow much…online studies. So, the boys may not be as adventurous or advanced as their now happy gay demeanor might imply. Now…I hope the boys kept their training real. Although it would be quite a prank on dad. Decades ago, I can home a little passed my curfew. Dad was a stickler for rules, and 1 minute or 1 hour, late was late. My buddy and I noted I was late, the punishment already levied, so…we turned around in the driveway and headed back out. When we came back a while later dad turned on his old head rail bed lamp. This created a shadow of the power cord on the bedroom curtains that faced towards the driveway. As the buddy and I sat talking in the car I started to notice the cord a swinging…and swinging, ahh hell no, I can’t go in now. Eventually the light went back out and I was later able to slip in through the hallway to bedtime. However I had morning deliveries to do before sunrise. After that I stayed up to tinker on my Chevy 454 a bit. Dad comes strolling out to ask me what time I got in. Still suffering PTSD post traumatic sex disorder, I unloaded on dad. Dad, you know what time I got home, you..you turned on that bed light. The light that makes a shadow from the hanging power cord. Don’t do that ! Dad, the cord was swinging, and I ..I ..don’t do that to me again. No, no light, no swinging cord… Of course I was swinging my forearm to emulate that swinging motion.. As I think I repeated that part about the cord again while shaking my head like I could shake that image away. Dad kinda stands there, then as he looks at my car he says…”so what you doing to it now.” We never discussed my late arrival or the punishment…ever. 🤣 My dad had us boys young, so as I was 16, he was only 40; as the youngest boy I had learned so many things watch how he handled my brother. He was not ready for when I became a teen! 🤦‍♂️

Especially if they also add a tax on tissues and/or man wipes.

Don’t forget the stuffing…and gravy.

Ok, now where’s the splat emoticon…..oh yeah, that was left on the balcony’s glass pane. Anyway, yeah, it came through …bursting with racing pulses and rapt body responses.

Laying Low XXX - Special Edition, The Director’s Cut…view at your own risk, DO NOT replay this production for more than 4 hours as personal harm could result. It is not recommended to try duplicating these scenes without the help of a personal trainer. Men with weaken hearts or high blood pressure should consult a doctor before watching or trying to re-enacting any scenes.

Yup, where’s the fire emoticon? Maybe flames with an alarm imprinted with a 5 on it…yup 5 alarm sex!

Yay, Justin must feel he’s won the lottery. He has been given a more family oriented life of home, supporting partner and family, and now he gets to borrow the car…him, not an indirect loan to Benjamin, but him, Justin. That has to feel wonderful…but possibly a little scary, that something could screw things up and with more to loose it would suck dinosaur eggs. Hmmm 🤔, what an interesting turn about on the famed sex talk. Wait, dad? Yup, butt now you understand how awkward it is for the giver of that talk too…it invites the understanding of where your knowledge comes from and just who you’re using it with now. Interesting too, that now Martin better understands his son and lover’s sex life too; giving him valuable insight to the health of their relationship too. Now, back to these Easter road trips. Hopefully it’s an uneventful Easter, with no hidden Easter Eggs of Turmoil. Hmmm 🤔, turmoil and Natasha can be used somewhat interchangeably.

Bunji, not bunji, bunji, not bunji…as Toby watched that 3-way, keeping things well in hand…unfortunately the blood had left his ears and the hearing sensitivity was all tuned to the tube. Wacka wacka wacka…good thing he stopped, at 16 he could have taken Kieran’s eyes out in rapid fire, yup, over the shoulder, there she blows.

Excellent, edging has a one night shelf life.

Well, you’re doing great, just don’t get writers block and leave us edging. 😩 🤣

As a pilot by trade, I’ve been blessed to many nights above and away from all the light pollution of the cities; even natures own humidity haze, all is clearer the higher you go. Beautiful, but all is magnified when sharing it with someone that also feels it with you.