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CNN Drops Rick Santorum After Dismissive Comments About Native Americans Karma. It can be a bitch. I've never been a fan of Jeff Zucker, so when he took over at CNN, I knew my days of watching were numbered. I do realize, especially in the days of the Trump era, it is VERY hard to find a reasonable, thoughtful, intelligent conservative to participate in non-partisan discussion. Rick Santorum, the asshole political hack and failed senator, lasted longer than most others. Too many of these egotistical, so-called-conservative talking heads just don't get it. They can no longer use the words "principles and values" and expect anyone to take them seriously. If you support Trump, you have no principles and values. Go fuck yourself and keep your fucking mouth shut. I'm very happy CNN canned this asshole hypocrite. Now if only ABC had the balls to can pompous fat-ass Chris Christie.

Bottle service in Cuba isn't like the rest of the world....is very cheap....cheaper than by the glass, so it makes perfect sense....even frugal me bought bottles in Cuba, lol Did he at least pay them something, this doesn't sound fair and is a recipe for disaster one day otherwise. Things like that make me crazy...... Things that have changed in the many years of going to Cuba, in my eyes: The guys are more "gay for pay" and look for reasons not to perform, too drunk, they're the same position as you, they have to be home because they have the key to the apt and their aunt, friend, gf, bf...create whatever excuse to leave. NEVER would they have thought of stealing something because the fear of the police. Now, and I have a pic of a cop in my room coming for his payoff....the cops are just as bad as the pingeros (hustlers)...some are even in cahoots with each other. I used to be amazed at how poor someone would be yet so clean and smelling good (except for feet, smelly feet in Cuba is something)...... my recent trips, 2 yrs ago...so much bad breath, missing/crooked teeth.....like someone said, it was as though all the good looking guys left Cuba to Spain (was an easy process) You can't compare any Asian country to a latin one for hot sex....I've said it for all my years on these boards. It's Latin blood that boils......I like and have been to Asia at least 50+ times, but sex is a very different experience. At one point in my life I would've put Havana on par with Brasil, however, Brasil has remained as good if not better....Have you been to Brasil?

I cannot find the research article I mentioned. But there are two recent news items in newspapers and magazines that point out the fact that many BL stories are written by women and are primarily aimed at the young girl/teenage girl market. "Boys’ Love, also known as Yaoi, is a fictional genre originating from Japan and focusing on homoerotic relationships between male characters but its target audience is women." https://dizi-mania.com/the-other-far-east-the-thai-boys-love-series-sweeping-across-asia/ An article in Bangkok Time Out dated June 11 last year makes the following points regarding many being authored by women as well as being purchased by girls and women.. "Traditionally, yaoi is created, consumed and favored by women." "PhD researcher Ronnayuth Euatrirat, who’s studying the Thai Boys Love phenomenon, explains that this may be due to the fact that many Boys Love novels are penned by female authors. 'We find Boys Love characters reflect the desires of a young woman. An engineering student, for example, is a typical desirable personification of a dependable man. These characters also have a manly appearance and come from well-to-do backgrounds. These standards respond to women’s needs.'” https://www.timeout.com/bangkok/lgbtq/thai-boys-love-culture

From The Nation Wang Thong Lang police officers on Saturday night arrested about 60 employees and visitors at Faros Sauna in Bangkoks Ramkhamhaeng Soi 21 for allegedly violating the state of emergency, the Communicable Disease Act and Bangkok Metropolitan Administration (BMA)s announcement. The raid was conducted after people in the area informed police that the sauna was allegedly used for drugs and could spread Covid-19. Police reportedly found packs of methamphetamine, a narcotic drug, a syringe and used condoms in the area, while 14 of about 60 employees and visitors reportedly admitted to using drugs. "Investigation officials would interrogate and check for drug substance on employees, visitors and Jinna Kritjinda, 63, who claimed to be the sauna owner," said Pol Colonel Ekkaphop Tanprasert, superintendent of Wang Thong Lang Police Station. "Initially, they will be charged wirh violating the state of emergency, the Communicable Disease Act and BMA's announcement, while those who used drugs would face additional charges under narcotic laws." The police added that Jinna was also an owner of an entertainment venue on Pradiphat Soi 19. Continues with photos https://www.nationthailand.com/in-focus/40001203

Thank you for your reports @iendo! Keep bringing details when you have time, please. Yours is, I think, the freshest report we have on Cuba. It is interesting, because your experience seems to contradict a quite established narrative here. According to this narrative, the good times for gay tourism are way behind in the island.

I'm not good at telling stories but I can try recollect a much information as possible. That first night i arrived late. My friend had already spend a week in Havana, so when I arrived I took a taxi straight to the Airbnb. I must have arrived at there between 09.30 PM and 10:30 PM. We stayed a couple of hundred meters from Mixto. After bringing up my suitcases, I took a shower, got dressed and we were on our way. We walked from from the apartment the long way around via the Malecon to the intersection of Infanta (where Las Vegas is) and Avenida 23. This place was crazy. There were literally hundreds guys hanging around there. This was such a shock but at the same time a very pleasant surprise. I mean, all types of boys were present there. Darker skinned, lighter skinned, older, younger, slim, slim fat, muscled and so on. Many groups had their own drinks with them and were just having a good time. It was very easy to make contact and guys often walked up to us to say hello. A heads-up, while there is always gay activity at night around that intersection, I've never seen it as busy as in mid August 2019. We only stayed about 30 minutes and flagged down a taxi to take us to that restaurant bar I was talking about. I will have to ask my friend (if anyone is interested) the name because I really don't remember. What I will never forgot is it's location. It was in the middle of a normal neighborhood. It was a quiet backstreet with villas, or at-least bigger size houses, no flats. The music was booming, and I don't know how that was allowed. Anyway, we went inside and my friend might have paid an entrance fee for us. The doorman let us in and when we walked through the gate we came into a courtyard already full with people. This was the outside section with seating on the left, on the right side of that people were standing. Even more right people could walk up and down and on the most right was a section with a back drop were you could take pictures. it was like you see on those red-carpet events. Just a backdrop with some advertising on it. We actually spend most of our time standing there. Unintentionally, I might ad, but it was a great place because everyone would take their picture there and many people asked us to be in their pictures. Because I've only been there 1 time, I cannot tell you if this was a special event. This night however, which was on a Thursday was busy and fun. Someone approached us when we entered to stick a number on our chest. I'm really doing my best to remember how it worked but COVID-19 really did a number on my brain. I think you could write notes, or maybe even leave notes somewhere, or buy a drink for someone. Honestly, I can't remember. There were two bars if memory serves me right. One of them was in the outside area and the other inside. We met interesting Cuban guys but also a guy from Scotland. Honestly, it was to early for me to feel as comfortable with everything as I did from the second day. Actually, you could say until I was drunk that night. You must know, I lived in Luton, England at that time and it was quit a culture shock, straight out of the plane. We had a good time, did a lot of flirting and many guys flirted with us. Nevertheless, we didn't stay long because we had other places to see. We got into a taxi and were off to mixto. For those of you who like dark skinned muscle boys, you will love the doormen at Mixto. Besides great bodies, some of them were extremely good looking. it is my understanding that these guys are straight, but don't pin me on that. I'm not sure how to explain this, but the entrance to Mixto is very interesting. The doormen our outside. When they let you in, you first have to go up one or two steps. Then you have 2 or 3 meters to the door. That outside space i also a couple of meters wide. You were not allowed to bring glasses there but you could put you drink in a plastic cup, and take it there. Why is this important? It was were we spend a lot of time. People who smoked (not us) could have a sig there and it was a great please for chatting. I noticed that they don't always have plastic cups on subsequent visits. My advice, bring one if you like to hang around outside. Anyone, it was early for Mixto standards when we came in. When you open the door, there is a black curtain that you have to go through. My friend took the lead and I followed. On the right side of the door (inside) was a boy standing alone. He must have been 23. Funny, I never asked him his age. But yeah, he was a bit manly, but other than that he was handsome enough. His hair was dyed blond, something that looked really good on him. My friend kept walking and I followed him. Mixto is not that big and the bar is immidiatly at the left. My friend ordered drinks and it came as no shock that they spoiled mine. I don't like lime in my drink at all. Normally when they put a lime in accidentally, you can just take it out. It will still taste of lime a little but it's drinkable. In Mixto however, they poor lime juice in and that make a Cuba Libre undrinkable for me. Great, I had a reason to contact the boy. he was standing there without a drink so I went over and gave him mine. I just asked him if he wanted it, he said yes, I gave it and walked away again. First contact was made and he seemed to be pleased. This is also they guy I took home later that night, but before that, there were many hours of fun with other guys. Across the street from Mixto is a small park. At a certain moment I went outside to look around. I had just arrived in Cuba and i wanted to see a little more than clubs. There were also many guys sitting in the park and that might have played a roll to for my eagerness to get out there. Making contact was extremely easy especially as I had a little more to drink now. As I understood, most of the boys outside couldn't get into Mixto. It was fun flirting with them and I'm sure I could have taking a couple of them home. At that time, I already knew that I wanted the blond guy. After some good chats I went back inside and met someone who would be my date for the next night. I don't feel comfortable with sharing names so let call him Camilo. My god, he was a student and lived a couple of hundred km from Havana. Like many other guys he was on a summer holiday. He was short, had a great body and eyes to die for. He looked a younger than that he was. If i remember correctly he was 21, but he looked like he was 18. We agreed to meet the next day in Pico Blanco, a club in the penthouse of a hotel that had gay nights on Friday. Sadly, it's closed a few months after my first visit. Back too Blondie! If you've never been to Cuba, you have to know that boys are very pushy when it comes to asking for drinks. You would almost think they are getting paid a commission. Where I am used to feeling lucky if a boy likes to drink and party in some Asian countries, in Cuba, I had no such worries. Blondie would feel no shame in asking me for drinks. Actually, that first drink I gave him he must have drank under protest. After that, I've never seen him drink anything else but beer. When Blondie would get a beer, he would always offer a sip to his friends when they walked by. Mixto was full of guys who just didn't have drinks. Not weird, if you consider that they were not cheap. Again, i am not sure but I think 4 or 5 CUC. Which is crazy if you think of it. On the other hand, Mixto is so small that cheap drinks might attract too many people. There were also some big spenders who would have a table near the dance-floor or upstairs on the balcony. They would have one or more bottles of hard liqueur in front of them. I already feel like I am writing a book so I'll try to finish the story of my first night. i really cannot say how many boys I've spoken with and who were very willing to go home with me. It was truly insane. It's not that Cuba was my first rodeo. Other than the Thai gogo/ host bars and clubs like DJ station, I've not often seen. maybe Cabaret Tito in Mexico city in the early 2000, but I was at my peak myself what looks and age is considered. So yeah, Havana was something really special and it brought back feelings I hadn't had for many years. Even I wanted to, I couldn't recall all the things that took place that night. There was a lot of flirting, kissing (openly), ass grabbing and hands that disappeared in trousers. Ugh, I wanted to end this but I just realized what else happened when we went home. There is a whole story that leads up to this but I want to keep it short. My friend was talking to a guy (Elian) and I told him I was going home with blondie. He said he would go home too. LOL, so drunk me invited Elian that he was talking too to come with us. Elian agreed and we started walking. Like i said, it was only a few hundred meters to our apartment so a few minutes later the four of us were sitting in our living room. Elian was 27 years old. He looked no day over 21 and maybe even younger. We had some drinks and i asked if they would like some chocolate, and both said yes. I'd bought a lot of treats because I knew about the situation in Cuba. My friend told me to bring toilet paper and treats. When came back with a big Cadburry bar, Elian grabbed it and put it in his pocket. Yeah, he wasn't sharing that bad boy, lol. Blondie had a disgusted look on his face and he wasn't wrong. i told him that I would give him some later in my bedroom. That's basically were we went after that. I already had taken a shower and when blondie was in the shower there was some noise coming from the hallway. Elian was standing their naked and my friend was telling him to leave. This is not the first time this had happened to my friend. in fact, he very often invites boys but then asks them to leave very quickly. I had forgotten that I was the one who invited Elian, but this was something i would be reminded of in the days to come. Anyway, he got kicked out. I just went back to my room where blondie just came out of the shower. Nice body but a little bit bigger (not fat) than what I normally go for. He was top, which i am too, so that didn't fit. Actually, I didn't mind. He had a big tool to play with and he was a passionate kisser. That night, I already decided that I wanted a threesome with him and a bottom. I told him as much and also that he should find the bottom, this gets interesting if there will be a sequel to this post. The same goes for the stories with Elian. Blondie stayed the night, and I normally don't like that. We woke up in the afternoon. I can't remember if there was another session but when he left, I gave him some chocolate and 20 CUC. He thanked me and left. Now, I had no idea what to give him. I didn't want to give too much and not to little. What I understood from what doctors made in Cuba, 20 CUC would be more than enough. After visiting there on multiple occasions, I am still not sure. Boys never complained and never asked for money, other than the ought CUC for phone credit or taxi. Now don't think I'm cheap. it's just that i didn't have the normal John experience when I was in Cuba. For example, my friend doesn't pay for sex and his boys kept coming back because there was actually no money needed. I'd rather pay to be honest. These were just some of my memories of the top of my head. I am not sure what you are specifically interested in. Some might want to hear more about the sex, personally, I think that I shared more than I normally would :-) Lastly, I wrote this and I'm not going to Grammar or spellcheck. People who have a hard time dealing with this kind of writing will have to suck it up, hehe.

I started watching Top Secret Together and Nitiman, first 2 episodes each. Eye candy abound as usual, Top Secret looks like more on funny side but I feel for one of main characters from Nitiman, handsome like hell indeed and with kind of mystery smile

From Channel News Asia KUALA LUMPUR: Malaysia reported a record of 6,806 new COVID-19 cases on Thursday (May 20), as the country continues to battle a third wave of infections. This is the second consecutive day that Malaysia has logged record numbers of daily cases since the pandemic began. On Wednesday, the country saw 6,075 new COVID-19 cases, the highest since Jan 30. Of the 6,806 infections reported on Thursday, 2,277 cases were from Selangor and 615 cases from Johor. Kuala Lumpur saw 655 new cases, the health ministry said. There were also a record 59 fatalities, bringing the national death toll to 2,099. This is the fourth time Malaysia has logged record daily numbers for COVID-19 deaths in less than two weeks, surpassing the previous high of 47 deaths on May 18. As of Thursday, Malaysia's tally of COVID-19 cases stands at 492,302, of which 50,171 are active or infectious. There are 587 patients in the intensive care unit. Health authorities in recent days have implored members of the public to stay at home and minimise non-essential activities. On Wednesday night, the Health Ministry posted a tweet, urging residents to conduct their own "self lockdown". Measures include not inviting guests to their homes and only heading out to buy groceries once a week. https://www.channelnewsasia.com/news/asia/malaysia-covid19-record-high-daily-2nd-consecutive-day-6806-14848562

Ran across this charity and decided since I can't spend on vacation I should donate. It also doubles for merit for a nice friend. https://www.weeboon.com/index.php?lg=en&thm=campaign&sthm=page&id_campaign=451

Howdy guys! I first want to apologize for taking so long with part 2. Since the Covid Era is now starting to come to an end I’ve been super busy working and traveling for work. I really wanted to give y’all a detailed recollection of my experiences in Santo Domingo so I hope y’all enjoy. Before you dive in reading about my recent adventure, I will give pseudonyms for some of people that I spent the most time with. From this point on my straight best friend will be referenced as Gringo and my penpal/Twitter sex friend Kev from the previous post. I hope this will make reading my experiences a bit easier. Day 2 - Thursday April 15th - Midday Tour and Midnight Hedonism Tropical sunlight streams through the thin slits between the curtains and the sounds of birds chirping outside brings a smile to my face. Getting up, mildly hung over and ass slightly leaking I look over at Kev. He is fast asleep, a beanie hat pulled down to to cover his eyes with the thin sheet outlining his body and flaccid dick. I chuckle to myself reminiscing, still feeling the effects of last night. I give him a peck on the neck, he cracks smile, eyes still covered and I tell him I’m going to shower and make breakfast. I proceed to wash the grime and fluids off my body from yesterday’s debauchery, take my PrEP and head downstairs to the kitchen. As I pass Gringos room I hear the faint sounds of moans and pounding, he was still going at it. I start prepping to make breakfast and I hear the ring of my phone. Not even realizing I left my phone downstairs on the dining room table, I see that it’s Manny calling. He proceeds to ask me if we are still doing the tour at 10am after last nights festivities, I laugh and tell him yes but maybe postpone the time, it was only 8am and everyone was either asleep or getting some time in. He laughs and tells me no problem and he reschedules the Colonial walking tour for Noon. As I hang up the phone, my eyes widen at my notifications, 36 missed messages on Grindr!!! In my drunken stupor the night before, I changed my profile name to “Culo Cremoso”(creamy butt/hole) and it seemed to catch quite a few people’s attention. Again, I chuckled and told myself “this is gonna be one hell of a ride”. Kev comes down the stairs only in briefs and asks if he can help make breakfast. I give him a kiss and tell him to chop some veg for the eggs while I make some stove top espresso. While eating breakfast Gringo finally slithers out through the door of his room around 10 and softly closes the door. I ask whereabouts of his woman, he cracks a smile, and informs us that she’s “recovering”. Giggling, we all revel about last nights sexual conquests. After chowing down browned butter scrambled eggs with veggies, roasted sausages, toasted baguette and coffee, gringo returns to his room leaving me and Kev alone. I proceed to ask Kev if he wanted to stay with us the rest of the trip. I already saw him as a friend, an amazing fuck and from the months of getting to know one another over WhatsApp we both had amazing chemistry. He whole heartedly agrees, calls his friend to bring some clothes and essentials from his house and we return upstairs for a quickie before the tour guide arrives. As we catch our breath from a deep passionate pounding, I hear the door bell ring. I look at my watch and it’s only 11:20, perplex I throw on shorts and t-shirt and run down stairs to answer. As I open the door to see a tall, dark skinned, gorgeous man with a massive dick print through his joggers. Confused, yet aroused, I ask what could I help him with. He proceeds to ask me if there was an older American man staying in the house, I tell him it’s just me and my friends. He looks disappointed but still smiles and thanks me for letting him know. He then eyes me up and down, I look at his dick then smile but that’s the last of our interaction. He smiled at me, told me goodbye, then walked down the street and I never saw him again after that. Maybe one of the only few regrets I had from the trip. Noons rolls around and Manny brings the tour guide to our door. Certified by the ministry of tourism and speaking relatively good English, he introduces himself to us and we begin the walking tour. With the midday sun beating on our skin. He takes us through plazas, gardens, churches and ruins. We see the main sights of the Zona colonial, slink through tiny streets and even end up making our own chocolate! (Kahkow experience Zona Colonial) All the while me and Kev take selfies together, glance at each other occasionally with sexually charged eyes, people watching any sexy sexy guys on our horizon and take the small opportunities to have our bodies touch in one way or another. Around 4 o’clock, near the Plaza de España, we can hear Gringos stomach literally growling. At that point I ask the tour guide if we can break for lunch. Kev recommends Buche Perico (modern Dominican Cuisine) for lunch which we walk the five mins from the Plaza to the entrance of the restaurant. We ask the tour guide if he wanted to join which he respectfully decline. From then we are ushered to the gorgeous courtyard with a waterfall coming from a tall stone wall. Once seated, we proceed to order and have a spectacular lunch (the Pulpo and Coconut milk Ceviche were my personal faves). While eating and drinking our way through a round of cocktails, two bottles of Albariño and checking Grindr, we discuss the plans for the evening. Gringo, how had no sleep for the past few nights, wanted to stay the night in. Aware of the 9pm curfew regarding restaurants and bars in the City, Kev throws the idea of having a party or Coro (the term for party or gathering in Dominican Spanish), which I totally agree to. He then changes his Grindr profile name to “Coro en Zona Colonial” and the messages start flooding in. While waiting for the bill and drinking our cafesitos, Gringo asks if we could continue the rest of our tour another day. Full and buzzed I agree with him saying it would also give us time to prepare for tonight’s festivities. I inform the tour guide of us wanting to finish the tour early and resuming on Saturday, to which he is hesitant to, non the less he asks if he can take us to a shop around the corner and discuss it there. When we arrive we find out of all people Manny! While Gringo goes through the store’s wares and Kev weeding people through Grindr, I ask Manny about pausing the tour. He negotiates with the tour guide and we come to the agreement that We will pay the full amount for the tour (only for two people btw because Kev is a local) and the guide will return Saturday (on his day off) to finish the last few hours we had left. I proceed to pay the guide, gave him a nice tip, and we are taken back to our Airbnb around 530. Entering the home, Gringo retreats to his room and informs us he will relax for a couple of hours as me and Kev head into the kitchen. While pouring a glass of water, Kev comes behind and wrap his arms around me. Aroused and taking in the hug, I feel his dick getting hard pressing on the back of my shorts. I turn around, kiss him and tell him to give me a min to shower. After going upstairs for a quick douche, I step out of the bathroom damp to see him lying on the bed fully erect. I chuckle, crawl onto the bed and begin to suck and wet his dick. After having his cock hitting the back of my throat for a while he pulls me up and says he wants to fuck me. I hop on all fours on the side of the bed and he starts to give deep strokes. He soon begins to pound, grabbing my sides and deep dicks my hole. I tell him deeper, deeper! To which he belts out he’s about to cum, his strokes turns aggressive and as he moans deep from his chest he shoots a massive load inside me. Enjoying every second of it he lays his torso on my back while still throbbing and twitching inside me and let’s out a pleasurable sigh. We both lay on the bed, kiss, complement each other and proceed to get dressed to go buy provisions at the supermarket. After buying snacks, plastic cups, mixers and an excessive amount of alcohol. We return back to the Airbnb to prepare for the party. The Sun began to set pretty quickly and after pouring ourselves a few drinks the door bell rings, the first guest arrives. Raf, Kev’s friend, comes in with with Kev’s clothes for the next few days and introduces himself. At 5’6 darker skin, light fuzz but technically a twink, he isn’t really my type, but it’s a party and I was eager to make new friends. We soon set up the hookah, change into our bathing suits and lounge poolside. As we are chatting and I’m going through Grindr, Kev informs me he invited someone and he was almost at our place. Rob, a Dominican/ New Yorker, 6’1, hairy and a bear of a man comes through. He joins us for a few drinks and also lounges with us. Gringo comes from his room once we begin playing music and joins the party. Distracted by Rob, he nudges me and Kev to go into the kitchen. We ask Raf if he can keep Gringo company and that we will return in a bit. In the kitchen we pour ourselves another drink and begin taking turns making out and rubbing each other. Throughly turned on I lead the way to the bedroom to which we proceeded to take rip off each other’s clothes and begin to suck each other off. However, during our swapping of head I had the gut feeling that Rob wasn’t so much into me and more into Kev. Taking a step back and reading the room, I tell Kev and Rob with a smile that I was gonna go downstairs to smoke and for them to enjoy themselves. I’m not a jealous person and was genuinely happy they were having fun, but I needed to get fucked, almost desperately. While joining the others in the courtyard, we continue drinking. Buzzed and extremely horny I invite a top I was speaking to earlier and tell him we are having a party and there would also be an opportunity for fun. He proceeds to tell me he’s on the way after I send my location and soon after Rob and Kev descend from the upstairs bedroom. Both looking satisfied they take a seat. We chat it up, smoke hookah, and Rob begins to roll a few blunts of the local Marujana called Krispy. After smoking through the first blunt, and having a great time the door bell rings again, Grindr guy 1 comes in. Welcoming him to the party I pour him a drink introduce him to everyone and continue to smoke. High and buzzed we all hop into the small pool, chill to the music and soon Grindr guy 1 begins to rub his hand up my thigh and I start getting hard. I ask him if he wanted to go upstairs for a bit with me and Kev, he cracks a mischievous smile and we go up to the second floor bedroom from the outer staircase. Still damp from the pool I peel his wet underwear and start sucking him off while Kev hits the shower. If a “grower” applies to anyone it’s this guy, as he kept getting harder and harder in my mouth I could feel my lips stretching thin around his shaft. I start to choke on his dick, I grab my poppers take a deep hit and he proceeds to face fuckme. Kev comes in and is blown away by the sight, he soon gets on the bed with us and tries to suck the guy off as well. After struggling a bit he tags me in to suck to which I get Guy 1 extremely wet. Kev tells him that he wants to see him fuck me, guy one then looks down to me and asks “tu quieres que te rompe tu culo” (“do you want me to break your hole” literal translation). His dick still down my throat I respond “mhm” and he pops up, puts me on all fours on the bed and deeply lubes my hole. Hands moving frantically around the bed, I finally find my poppers and take more deep drags. He goes in slowly but once fully inside he can’t help himself. He soon starts ruthlessly pounding my hole. Letting out grunts, moans and the occasional high pitch yelp from him digging in me so deep, my hole kept getting more and more wet. All of a sudden he grabs my shoulders and pulls me back to arch and pounds even deeper, he begins to pant deeply then let’s out a deep moan while I feel him shoot his massive load inside. As quickly he pulls out my ass, Kev begins to dip in and strokes my loaded hole as Grindr guy 1 slides in front of me and stuffs his dick in my mouth. Kev soon proceeds to cum again, wiped out, he tells us he’s going downstairs to join the others. Grindr guy 1 then tells me to go on my back, I hold my legs back and he begins to stroke my hole long and deep with his dick. I tell him don’t stop, go deeper and he grabs my throat and starts pounding even deeper. He kept saying “que Rico, que Rico” repeatedly while started heavily cream on his dick. I soon start feeling him precum inside, tell him this ass is all his he can do what ever he wants and he shoots another load deep inside. He comes down for a Kiss and tells me that my ass is incredible, I tell him we haven’t tried the floor yet. He then laughs and says I already sucked all the “leche” out of him and doesn’t think he can go for another round. I smile and tell him I had a great time and after a quick wipe down we return to the party. It’s was already around 11pm once we returned to the party. While enjoying the amazing dick down, Kev was back in the arms of Rob and a new female guest arrived (a friend of Raf) to keep Gringo company for the evening. Raf, his friend and Gringo, playfully tease me for loud sex and constant pounding that was overheard from above. Leaving me blushing and laughing with Grindr guy 1 proudly saying it was only necessary because the ass was so good. After being so well complimented and enjoying the company we go through more liquor, hookah and krispy, and my horniness begins to build again. Hoping for another round, I nudge the idea to Grindr guy 1 about returning to the bedroom. However, both him and Rob announce to us because of curfew they wanted to leave soon not to get in trouble with any police. Familiar with lockdown procedures from my recent overseas trip to Beirut, I understood the gravity a ticket or an issue with the authorities and that it would have dampened the good mood of the evening. We soon said our good byes, exchanged numbers, gave each other hugs/kisses, and they returned home with no problems. Now with the party size reduced I was still having fun yet I still had an itch to be fucked more, and I was going to get it scratched. Back on Grindr and still receiving a flood of messages, someone less than a mile away catches my eye. Rugged, dark and oozing a sexy machismo vibe, I received a message from this guy asking if my culo really was “cremoso” and sent a slew of pics. Already drooling over pics of him and his meat I told him to come by and find out, sending my pics in kind. He asks for location, which I send, and I await his arrival while we discuss plans for tomorrow’s beach day trip and birthday party for Gringo. Around 20 mins later I hear the door bell ring and rush to the door. Opening the first door I peer through the security gate and see Grindr guy 2 on a motor bike in front of the door. He asks if he can pull in is bike into the house to avoid any issues on the street and I tell him yes. We both pull his motor bike into the foyer, shut the door and it’s just me and him in the dimly lit space. I ask if he wants a drink to which he responds no. “A smoke perhaps or a chat by the pool?” The response was also no. He then asks me where is the bedroom, already turned on I proceed to lead him upstairs. He quickly takes of his clothes once he reaches the room and tells me to suck his dick. I get on my knees in front of his flaccid thick dick and start to suck him off. Within minutes he becomes brick hard and commands me to go on the bed, ass in the air. Knowing what’s to come I take another deep drag of poppers as he spreads my cheeks and ruthlessly starts digging into my hole. I smother my face in the pillow trying to muffle my loud moaning and pitched screams as I feel him turning me out. He then pauses his onslaught, I look up and I see him having some poppers himself. Once done, he tosses the bottle in-front of me and pounds my hole even harder. It was at this point I wanted to tap out but I was determined, I opened my bottle to take another drag with the pounding so aggressive the liquid sloshes onto the interior rim of my nostrils. In complete ecstasy my hole opens up even more and I feel oozing down my taint and his dick and balls being covered in cream. He tells me while continuing his assault on my hole that my ass really was creamy and without warning shoots load in my hole. Catching my breath he pulls out and runs immediately to the shower while I collapse on the bed from the whirlwind of a fuck. As I get up and assess the “damage” he comes out of the shower and says he needs to go. He quickly throws on his clothes as a wipe down and he is already heading downstairs before I can even put the towel on. We both thank each other for the good time and I help him push his bike out to the street and Grindr guy 2 leaves as quickly as he came in. Basically 40 mins from start to finish. Returning back poolside, still dizzy from the fuck, it’s only Raf and Kev smoking hookah at the outdoor table. Kev gives me a smirk and asks me why wasn’t he invited, slightly embarrassed I told him I’m pretty sure he just wanted a one on one quickie to which he understood. Raf, inquisitive of the encounters, asks for details and I captivate his attention of regaling him of the sexcapades so far. With Gringo once again indisposed for the evening we decide to move the hookah by the pool, pour ourselves another round of drinks and skinny dip. Tired, yet still with energy, we wade through the cool water in the balmy Dominican night. We light up another blunt, listen to EDM, and share funny stories and other sex experiences. It’s around 130. As we all get to know each other better, Raf ever more curious, asks me how can I get so many guys and bottom with so much confidence and stamina. Drunk and high and this point, I explain my cleaning routine, diet, supplements and that previous big dicked BF’s and years of Fuck buds (past and present) have pretty much prepared me for anything. Kev then chimes in and says the way I present myself also made a difference. Slightly confused, he asked for an explanation, and Kev gives details about my Twitter and my new “catch and hook” name on Grindr. Obviously aroused, he tells me he hasn’t had a taste yet and I tell him why doesn’t he try it out. Still in the pool, he waded up to me and we start to make out. My hand moves down his body to his dick and I feel it getting hard in my hand. Kev, also aroused at this point, comes and join in as we take turns kissing. I tell them to both sit on the edge of pool and I start to take turns sucking them off while they both made out. After a good minute Kev ask if we should go upstairs. We soon all get out, dry up and head to the bedroom. (Forgive me if I don’t go as in depth as the rest of the story, details get a bit fuzzy at this point lol.) Once upstairs, Kev hits the shower while I proceed to suck off Raf again. As he lies down moaning with his dick in my mouth I already feel my second wind coming, I knew I was going to be insatiable. After getting his dick wet and deep throating him. I hop on all fours and he begins to fuck me. I moan in pleasure as I feel him pumping in and out of my hole. Kev then walks out and gets in bed sticking his dick in my mouth. Raf soon cums and Kev places Switches places with him. Seeing the poppers, Raf starts taking drags and begins to face fuck me. Kev then cums again and positions are switched. Raf then has me flipped on my back and proceeds to fuck me while Kev sticks his cock down my throat. Another load is shot again and positions are switched. Raf taking more and more poppers straddles my face and starts pumping his dick down my throat. Gagging and watery eyed Kev fucks me even harder and shoots inside. He then announced he was tapping out and heads to the shower. It’s then that Raf shows his true colors, he has “Demon Dick”. While consistently taking hits of poppers he makes me spread eagle and continues fucking me. He shoots inside once, then again and goes again for while busting another load inside. Kev then comes out of the shower. Looking tired and slightly annoyed (because we are in one of the two air conditioned rooms) announces he will nap on the couch until will finish. Raf soon lays down on the bed to catch his breath while I go down to suck him again and he immediately gets hard. He goes back around again and the cycle continues over and over having lost count. Later after what seems like endless fucking and cumming he says panting “no puedo mas, ya no mas” and collapses next to me. He then looks checks his phone and hops out of bed. I asked if everything was ok, he turns to me and smiles and tells me it’s already 5am and he needs to go home and get his stuff for the beach. Shocked, I check my watch and it was 5 in the morning. I get up give him a deep kiss, we both take a deep cleansing shower cleaning each other off and I thank him for the amazing evening. As I walk him downstairs, I see Kev passed out with his phone in his hand. I walk Raf out and tell him goodbye and that I would see him in a few hours. After locking up I go to Kev and softly tell him to come to bed. He groggily asks if I had fun to which I replied yes, but I missed my cuddle bud. He chuckles and we go upstairs. Sheets already off and just a top layer of bedding on the bed, we both lay down as wrap my arms around him and spoon to sleep under the gentle hum of the A/C. Again sorry it took so long for part 2 and I hope y’all enjoyed the heavy details about my experiences so far in the DR. At this point (knowing this was formally boytoys) I have not yet payed for a paid cash for sex. I have only met fans from Twitter and hookups from Grindr and Kev’s friend Raf. In part 3 I will go into details about “Manny’s Boys” and my experience with them. When I have the chance I will upload part 3, just be patient with me lol. Below, are picture of the guys I met within the first two nights. The only one excluded is Raf. Out of respect I will not show any faces and they will not be in any particular order, y’all will just have to guess for yourselves who is who lol. Also, I will not be posting my social media at this time due to advice I have received from other members, so I apologize if some of y’all were expecting that. If there are any questions regarding the trip feel free to post on here and I will try to respond as quickly as I can. Again stay safe, stay horny and happy hunting!

Here I go again responding to an old post. Sorry But it's Mary Renault! My first sample of Renault's writing was The Last of the Wine, which a friend gave to me to read, about ancient Athens, and the love between Lysis and Alexias, champion athletes, who served in the cavalry and were friends and students of Socrates. Publishers in the 1950s were not easily persuaded to included sex scenes between men. However IMO there are places in the book where she gives symbolic clues it is happening, for anyone willing to admit it. Some readers will not. Some tidbits about her. She left England behind as many gays and lesbians that could afford to did back then, and settled with her partner in Cape Town. In college J.R.R. Tolkien was her professor. I wonder if that had any influence on the direction her writing went, especially The King Must Die. It is a remarkable and to some a shocking book, what goes on in this story, back in times of antiquity where the matriarchy still held power. I loved this book. Lastly, Mary Renault was JFK's favorite author.

Thai looking older than he is is rare feast , usually it's other way around Duen /Meen couple is more funny due to completely different personalities , like fire and calm water

I am loving this thread! While we wait for the next post (from whoever, everyone is being VERY informative!), let me share one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite Cuban singers.

I love Pi and Mork from Fish Upon the Sky they are so hot OMG

not scientific but statistically relevant point is to watch on YouTube any clip from fan meetings of BL series heroes, most attendees and what's more important, screamers are young ladies

Thanks for writing further @iendo but I thought you’d said that you were “not into macho boys”. So when did the more feminine or slimmer young men feature in your adventures?

As I think you pointed out, that study is purely related to manga. It also does not touch on readers/audiences in Thailand as far as I can see on a quick flip through. It does refer specifically at certain points to the USA, South Korea, Taiwan, China and Indonesia in Asia and a few European countries. I will try (hopefully) to find the Thai study which illustrated that these movies and TV series are primarily aimed at the teen and young female market much more than the boy/young man market.

I do not think he cares about the specific dating, 90s or whenever. He wants to know how it was better, considering he had a greats time in 2029. I am not trying to be his interpreter. I want to know how.

I did take up the offer from the boy on the train. To tell the truth, I closed my eyes in his house that night half-wondering whether I'd wake up alive. When I did, however, all my fear was gone, and I enjoyed 3 days being welcomed by his family and friends and getting to see how working class Fassis (people from Fez) lived. They were nice, good-looking guys only a few years younger than I was, but I wasn't on that wavelength with them and there was no hanky panky. Morocco tested my ability to assess human nature with every single person I met. The good were very good, the bad pretty bad. Looking back, I realize that the shamsters were not hard to spot (they're not good liars and cannot disguise their pushiness) and the hustlers (which means commission grabbers in this context) wouldn't have ripped me off that much. It sounds wise for you to have resisted your boy on the train - he was way too pushy, too fast. I assessed the guy I met for hours while we were on the train. I explicitly asked him if I would have to pay. He looked mildly offended but gave me a clear no. It seemed the unspoken rule was the hustlers and shysters would not directly break their word, so you have to ask bluntly.

It happened in the st roch area

I think it is great to see the big increase in Tomboys in Thailand. I love watching them walking around large department stores holding hands with their girlfriends looking relaxed and happy.

I did read the Persian Boy but only because a friend gave it to me. I agree, it is a great book! I have not read the other one but will order it! Thank you.

That commentary omits one important point. Bangkok's main airports BKK and DMK have in fact been closed before. During the massive red shirt/yellow shirt demonstrations in 2008, the pro PAD yellow shirts blockaded and shut down both airports for over a week. That certainly gave many in the country and many tourists an inkling of what it would be like if the country was totally closed off. Outside observers will have difficulty disagreeing with the summary I re-quote above. The article's comment on the country being "hellbent on idealogical zealotry" is also hard to argue. A lot of the military and the elite in the country must still harbour not merely concern but close to anger that there was the change from absolute monarchy to supposed democracy around 90 years ago. That is obvious given the short life of most governments and the constant round of successful military coups. But it does not get to the heart of the problem, one that has recently been aired in another thread. The endemic corruption so deeply embedded in all aspects of Thai society from the mega-rich to the poorest of the poor ensures that there can never be anything like the sort of changes the article's writer proposes. Thailand is stuck in a time warp. Physically and economically the country has changed dramatically over the last 40 years. Socially visually nothing has changed. The vast majority of the people in the country would still accept Thaksin back as Prime Minister despite the fact that he only got the job as a result of major corruption on his part and his bribing one or more members of the Constitutional Court to turn a blind eye to his attempts to hide massive assets which was totally against the law. Indeed he would never have become PM without the handing out of huge amounts of cash to tens of millions in the countryside, all overseen by village leaders. Not that some of his reforms were not beneficial. They were. But Thaksin was head of a kleptocracy, a leader in the Trump mould who permitted no criticism. Journalists and even editors were fired during his tenure. He actually changed almost nothing. He only further developed the culture of idealogical zealotry. And as a result Thailand remains an even more dysfunctional democracy, even more wedded to and mired in the outdated beliefs of the past. Until someone comes to grips with the rot of corruption and acts fast to change perceptions, the country can not change.

Looks like the wait for expats to get the jab in Thailand will take a little longer, due to the amount of vaccine in the country.