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Create New Blog EntryI'm new here and I'm trying all these features out. My name is Matthew and in 4 years I hope to be a Christian minister. Lol What am I doing here? you might ask. If you claim to be a Christian what are you doing here? Lol
I'm leaving tomorrow - 17 Dec - and plan on being out of the states during the holidays so I can't engage in any debates right now.
So wish me Godspeed please,
I'm leaving this because some on here might like to hear it. I hope it helps someone.
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Holidays can be very hard for someone who lost a loved one during the year. It’s been 10 years since my mother’s passing from colon cancer. It had started in her colon and they cut it out of there. A year later it had metastasized in her liver. I can remember she became weaker and slept more each day. She became diabetic. It was terrible.
The first holiday after she passed was Easter and I just sat there and cried. Each holiday brought new memories of her. That first year was the hardest. The second year was better, but even today, as I’m writing this, I’m crying. I don’t cry every day anymore in fact I cry very little about me mom. I miss her like all get out but I’m glad she’s gone.
Yeah, I can finally say this that she left a very sick body behind. When she passed her body wasn’t anything like I had ever known her to be. She was sick and she hurt and I know she didn’t want to sleep 20 hours a day.
I believe that when she died – when her body finally shut down – she has a spirit or life force. The Bible calls it “the breath of God”. I believe that spirit/life force, that Divine breath that had animated her fleshly body returned to God. I believe all breathing creatures have that Divine breath. I believe your favorite pet that died; your father, mother any other family member ; anyone who you’ve loved here and walked among us will be waiting in the new life where there is no pain or suffering.
Merry Christmas guys,
Love, Matthew
Please Friendship and Pics for my Wall
Been thinking of it over the last few weeks, the place is not the same,or maybe its me that has changed, would miss my dear close friends, which I have made since I arrived here. Some are still here and some take days off, and some have left. There is a friend, whose life has changed and he has got older, he takes breaks of days, maybe I could do that, dont know. GBT is in my blood,I know if I dont delete, I will just logon as in habit, not as in goodwill anymore. Dont want my friends to think I dont care about them, I do [tears in my eyes as I type], Maybe its because I have been working a lot, I honestly dont know, I dont feel down or anything like that, just the opposite, I am looking forward to my holidays. Just wanted to say this, maybe getting it off my mind in telling you all, it will help. I feel I belong to a big family to most of you, you continually give me advice, you have been there when I went through some downtimes and all, and you have made me smile on countless moments too............I thought about whether I should do this............but heyho.......I wear my heart on my sleeve as you all know. love, Scott
... is okay for now, i suppose.
THANK YOU HUGS TAIL WAGS FOR ALL POSITIVE POSTS AND LOVE
I was looking at the Community Section and was surprised to see that I am not listed under Online Members, despite being online.
Is this a technical error, or part of the Site architecture ?
Cant seem to get any of my videos added..I've uploaded multiple videos many times annnnd nothing...what a bummer
I love this clip, want to find the whole scene. No luck at the website, must be too old a clip...
http://twinkteenboys.com/porn/gaytube-straightfratboys03.htm
been so horny today. lucky to have mondays off so i can devote at least one of my hands or a favorite soft chair to hump in/on like I'm doing right now. kinda just straddling this comfy foot rest hair and humping myself back and forth. i'm sure my face has that horny desperate look on it. my horniness for clit has been coming back again. I like dick of all sizes, especially small ones. clits turn my dick on too and i imagine myself straddling one and just rubbing my horny dick shaft across one, rubbing it with my head while it gets all wet. fuck hump hump hump hump hump hump hump
Just updated my profile with this, in case anyone is interested. Msg with your thoughts, comments:
When I was a little kid around 4 5 6 I used to spend a lot of time with my uncle who is 6 years older than me, and lived nearby. I was a bit shy at school so I liked being with him. When we went playing in the local park, running around shirtless, I knew I liked looking at him. Fresh faced, smooth complexion and hairless body. And I loved to smell the sweat from his body. But I didn't understand why I liked it. When I was 12 going on 13 a boy same age at school sat next to me in class and this one day our hands touched, and lingered, and I didn't know what was happening, but I was excited to not move away. He wanted us to go to the toilets after the lesson, we went in a cubicle, and we kissed. I'd never imagined kissing a boy could really happen, and I don't know to this day why he thought I would like it. He unzipped me and put his hand in my trousers, and encouraged me to follow, I can still remember the first feel of his sweaty hard cock when I took it out, I was so excited. He must have known more than me, but not much more, because we didn't know how to have orgasms. We sucked each other. And then he wanted to try pissing in each other's mouths and then spitting it down the toilet. I wasn't sure but I wanted the excitement to continue, I didn't want him to think I wasn't keen. So we tried it. I love drinking piss still, because of those days. The hottest thing we did, to me, was when we pissed in each other's mouths and then kissed to swap and swallow it. It was so delicious, so sensual, tasting each other's mixed piss as we kissed and held each other, in our school shirts and ties, our hard piss-dripping cocks also touching. We met in the toilets a few times but we got more daring. We would sit at the back of class, and then drop something on the floor. Bend down to pick it up, and take a mouthful of cock while we were down there, while the lesson went on. I still love exhibitionism and voyeurism now. The ultimate was one day we did this, and as I went down on him he held my head over him and pissed a full load into my mouth. I couldn't come up or he'd have pissed everywhere so he held me until he'd finished and I had no choice but to swallow it all. I was worried the teacher would see I'd been down there a while. He came to my place one day and when Mum was out we kissed and sucked on my bed. But it was our last time. He had asked me to come to his place the next week and I chickened out, so he never asked me again. It's one of my big regrets in life. He knew this stuff, how did he know? If I'd gone, maybe I would have found out. Maybe I'd have learned more. As it is I guess he found other willing boys. So that made me sad.
A year or so later, I had learned how to masturbate, and was cumming several times a day, in school toilets and at home, but also used to go to some public toilets between school and the bus stop. Loads of graffiti on the walls telling what guys had done, one said he wanked over his sister's toast when she was away and watched her eat it. I used to read and wank. One day a note came under the door saying "can I suck your cock?" I was excited but nervous. Someone must be watching but I couldn't see where, how. I ignored it, but then the guy asked through the door. I said no, I was scared, so he went away. Regret number 2. Wish I'd let him in, let him suck me, showed me how to suck him, maybe taken me to meet his friends, or other boys.
We had my step-brother come to live with us when I was 16, he was some 5 years younger than me, blond, tanned easily, hairless body, typical moody teenager who needed a friend. I was sexually attracted to him but no way I would let him know, I wanked thinking of him, but actually he annoyed me so we didn't get on. But I knew he was borrowing my porn mags. And i had some gay ones. A few years later it turned out he got in trouble for pimping himself to older men in toilets for cash. Regret number 3.
After I left school I spent 15 years getting as much pussy as possible. From gfs to random hookups, a chance encounter flirting over the phone with a woman in another office who I'd never met, turned out she likes threesomes, and he has to put up with it, so we met several times. But it led me into that world, and I met loads of mf couples, through contact mags, driving all over. In all, the guy was straight. But I saw lots of cocks. I was 30 when I used the small ads to find a cock to suck, my first man cock. I'd never stopped wanking at gay porn, just not been brave enough to try it for real, and I was getting plenty of sex anyway. I took his load in my mouth and I was hooked. I didn't completely leave pussy behind but I went crazy for cock. Over the 20 years that followed I made up for lost time. All random. There were a load of guys who used to go from one to another of about 6 public toilets on a weekend, and suck and fuck there, and in parks, I loved it. I went to London every Saturday, to all the saunas, staying the whole night, sucking dozens of cocks, fucking, and eventually knew I needed to try getting fucked, so there were no barriers to the fun I could have with my body, so I let a big black man take me, and told him to ignore my protests til he was satisfied. He started so gentle, afterwards I couldn't move for an hour, wrecked, delirious. I went to sleazy cruise bars, one specialising in piss, but still not as good an experience as my first. And I found a young Indonesian rent boy who had a flat in London (I worked there by now but lived 50 miles away) so occasionally I'd pay to fuck him, so sweet, so hot, petite and boyish but in fact 20s and very clever. But I also used to hire his spare room for £10 a time so I could take guys I met on all the sites - Gaydar, Adam4Adam, DudesNude, I had about 20 profiles. In my 40s by now, I had at least one guy every day, sometimes groups, house parties. Youngest I ever met was in toilets near my home, he was 15, cute, excitable, we met lots over the next year. He came too quick so I had to learn how to prolong his pleasure.
I have a type, I like Asian, Black, Latin, Arab, and I like smooth hairless young whites. When the Internet was new I loved all the free porn. One thing led to another and through AOL groups I discovered a certain type of porn. I had stacks of it. But it worried me, especially some stuff, all clearly in distress. So I trashed it and got out. Years later I joined GBT just for a wank. But then I noticed lots of guys with under 18 avatars,and worked out what that means. Those guys will know the names of all the boys in my banner. Amazing what you can find if you know where to look.
There, you have my sexual life, 40 years. I am addicted to sex, which is often the case with true bisexuals - barriers are broken down and more is acceptable, no barrier between sex or age or activity, but I still have a moral code, a decent upbringing, which keeps me right from wrong.
From yesterday night a strange thing has happened to my wall. I can’t copy pics from my wall. By right-clicking on the pic, we can copy it by selecting the option ‘Copy image’. But now when I right-click on the pic the pop-up menu showing this option is not appearing. But I can copy pics from the walls of others. I don’t know what is the problem. I request GBT members to help me with this problem.
