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<p>I am currently very critical about everything around me. Why people behave the way they do, I try to come up with answeres for unanswered questions. Its driving me crazy, to the point of insanity. I feel like I can't be me, I am tired and exhausted most of the time. I want a companion I can talk to and share intimate moments. Whats the point of living? I am one in a billion. Maybe it is the loneliness that is driving me to the point of insanity. I am trapped between two worlds, unsure of what decisions to make...am I gay, am I straight, I dont know and I wish I didnt have to choose, why do I have to be judged on my choice of sexuality. I want to be free and live without a care in the world, yet I cant because the fear/anxiety of being anayzed, being judged prevents me from being my true self. Afraid I will not fit in, afraid as being classified as weird, crazy or lunatic. Dont know why, I know I shouldn't give a fuck. I smoke weed to comfort myself and release my sexual frustration through masterbation. I feel overwhealmed, I work and go to school!</p> <p>I am an introvert meaning I hate being around others and am comfortable at times being by myself, but I suffer from anxiety and feel socially awkward when I am with people. I am always analyzing myself, judging, I cant stop it is a part of me, yet I hate being alone. I am in a state of flux!</p>

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<p>Is my belief that what is of interest to oneself is of interest to others as well, and we are often shocked to discover a passion for a particular cause is not shared by other people; in fact, most people may be totally indifferent to an issue that I care and may be ready to die for. The issues that are of greatest concern to most people, of course, are those directly related to themselves: concerns about one's body, one's clothing, one's personality. Most of the people are likely to realize, however, that their interest in themselves is probably not shared by others; I often feel, on the other hand, that other people are as interested in them as they are in themselves. </p> <p>

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From Vientiane, southern bus station (Dong Dok) the bus leaves at 20:30 (8.30pm). It arrives in Pakse around 6:00am the next morning. You need to change buses in Pakse.                              Arrives at Phnom Penh around 20:30 (8:30pm). Nice travelling:)

I wish you well in the present and the future Joel, you brought me laughter and kicked me in the butt when I needed it, a sign of true friendship, love scott

it's late evening in my place and i am drinking beer. anyone would like to chat?

 

Forever back this site had a webchat/ cam option. Does anybody know a similar site or cam place?

does anyone know how to save/download the little clips so the action in them still plays, its easy with videos but the other always save as a still shot HELP

 

 

 

My Fantasy

 

On the overcrowded subway car.

 It's hot and humid.

 Bodies sticking.

 Men and boys going shirtless and in shorts.

 Bumps and grinds can't be helped.

 Noticeable packages begin to fluff up.

 There are holes in your shorts.

 Jon's right behind you.

 His ample endowed "Jonjon" lengthens and peeks into view.

 Another jolt, body’s move you two are slammed together.

 "Jonjon" finds a place to hide.

 Your eyes bug out by the suddenness.

 Your magic button is hit.

 OMG let it happen again.

 And it does.

 It's a bumpy ride.

 You wouldn't want it any other way.

 Jon leans in and says. Sorries!

 You reply dreamily. "I like it."

 You are being probed deeper than any scope has gone.

 And loving every inch of it.

 Your own cock is making a mess of your pants.

 Good friend Kenny notices and spills his iced coffee on your shirt.

 It might help explain the cream running down your legs.

 The car stops to let some people off.

 More cram on.

 Pushing "Jonjon" deeper.

 The car surges forward you are impaled again.

 Rocked back and forth his girth increases.

 You know what that means.

 Your bowels battered.

 Like you said you want this never to end.

 No one to get off yet.

 Your pants are sopping wet.

 The thick musk of sweat in the air hides the smell of cum spilled.

 Bump and grind continues.

 Till, Jon can no longer, Hold back.

 By this time you are in another world.

 Legs feel wobbly.

 Yet there is an almost unbelievable surge. Its mind boggling.

 You are sperming a 3rd time!

 You thought your tunnel was full.

 Now with "Jonjon" gushes out like a fire hose he is so famed for.

 Can you wrap your brain around that feeling?

 Not sure if the large amount would fill to the point to reach your stomach.

 Sure does feel that way though.

 Thankfully "Jonjon" doesn’t shrivel when finished.

 Little soft maybe but not enough to coaxed out.

 With that flood of Jon’s juices you are well lubed.

 The next stop the four of you get out.

 Your friends walk close so you are not to display much.

 You go into the men’s restroom where Kenny asks you what size you wear.

 There is a clothing shop around the corner.

 You sit in the stall and wait for him to return.

 Brother’s Lukey and Jon say they will wait out side.

 There is a flourish of movement another subway car has dropped off passengers.

 

There is a tap on the door you call out that the stall is occupied.

 "Please mister, I gotta go." A young voice reply’s.

 Being you your heart reaches out to the plea and unlock the door.

 Boy about 12 shuffles in. Too anxious to relieve his bladder to notice you hadn't left the stall.

 Long plundering stream hits the bowl. A sigh of relief emits from the boy.

 After shaking off he realizes you are still there.

 He sees your pants are soaked and dripping down your legs.

 You hadn't had the time to clean up.

 You are struck speechless for words and puzzled by the smirk on the boys face.

 

"That happens to me lots." The boy giggles.

 

Good friend Kenny is back with a clean pair of shorts and a package of boxer briefs.

 The boy explains he is a bed wetter but has on occasion lost it when in a crowd.

" I'm always thirsty then I have to go fast."

 The boy leaves so you can clean up and get dressed.

 Even though the shorts you had on were a fave Kenny convinces you there are totaled.

 He tosses them into the men’s room trash bin.

 The back of them were ripped wide open for cripes sake.

 Jon asks that that his life partner Han is not to know.

 Kenny grins saying too late he celled me I told him why we would be late.

 Well he said he has made dinner for us.

 Jon's brother Lukey wants to get some fish at the Pike market then we'll be off.