Tygerscent

His contributions and influences are many~ 
 He will be remembered for these things~ 
 

This may not give goosebumps… it’s interesting thought to apply here~

How much more constructive would this thread be regarding Austria and similar decisions if it were not encumbered/overshadowed by triggering~
 How much constructive would the world be if it were not encumbered/overshadowed by triggering~
 The point of this thread has morphed into something besides itself~ 
 

How much more constructive would this thread be regarding Austria and similar decisions if it were not encumbered/overshadowed by triggering~
 How much constructive would the world be if it were not encumbered/overshadowed by triggering~
 The point of this thread has morphed into something besides itself~ 
 

Kris Evans definitely has darkness in his heritage

Def no discrimination intended - just fascinated by the differences!
 

DARK SELECTION

Spielberg may be just in time to spark interest in his genius among a younger audience!!!
Though WSS was just lyrics, Sondheim’s catalog of original music brought old musical theatre ideas forward with influence from jazz and classical, always with the focus on telling the story.
Stephen Sondheim left the world a much better place than it was before he showed up. May he rest free of tech rehearsals evermore. 

Did Broadway dim its lights tonight in honour of Mr Sondheim?
In London, all the theatres in the West End will dim their lights to mourn his passing on Monday evening (at 7pm for 2 minutes)

This may not give goosebumps… it’s interesting thought to apply here~

Go ahead and book anyways even if you don’t think you have the balls… Don’t worry, minutes within checking into your room and settling in near the pool, some one will help you find them~ 

Not to steer the topic off the subject; but I’m pushing to be attending something next weekend in Florida that’s somewhat similar to the Palm Springs event; except it’s more geared towards the gay rodeo. 2-3 days event. 
 
That said, I might be willing to make an appearance considering I’ve not attended 2020 or 2021. It’s generally been a biennial/triennial thing for me. But considering today was a wind chill of 30 and snow started to sprinkle, any place with palm 🌴 and Spring ☀️ sounds nice right about now

Go ahead and book anyways even if you don’t think you have the balls… Don’t worry, minutes within checking into your room and settling in near the pool, some one will help you find them~ 

Go ahead and book anyways even if you don’t think you have the balls… Don’t worry, minutes within checking into your room and settling in near the pool, some one will help you find them~ 

Go ahead and book anyways even if you don’t think you have the balls… Don’t worry, minutes within checking into your room and settling in near the pool, some one will help you find them~ 

Nudity is against the laws of God. If he wanted us nude, he would have had us born that way.

Many of us have been out of school for a long time and wish to pass along a legacy of how your have a discussion without having an argument.  Simply, when one is speaking the other is blowing.  Granted that does give some incentive to the speaker to go on speaking, but it seemed to work out.  

Blacks have long memories in the United States  about "experiments."
They may not "get the message,"  Doctor Unicorn.

Those figures suggest that one in every 200 unvaccinated persons in Austria is coming down with Cvid every day, assuming most of the cases are indeed patients who are unvaccinated and not accounting for undiagnosed cases.     

There are some countries where the Constitutions would permit this kind of policy.  The United States is not one of those, and I don't agree with the heavy-handed mandate approach.  I think ideally if there was a vaccine that every single person in the country agreed was safe, then you probably wouldn't need to force people to get it.
I just don't like the idea of the government having this much power to regulate what goes into people's bodies.  It just doesn't sit well with me.
I strongly support science, I support social distancing whenever possible, and the wearing of masks, but I think we need to try a different approach.  Many of the most hesitant to get the vaccines are religious conservatives who believe it is literally "Satan juice".  It's very hard to argue with them, or persuade them to take the vaccine, and the idea of the Federal Government in the U.S. mandating something like would be a massive overreach and deeply unpopular.  It would sabotage the CDC more than it would help it.  It would not help us get closer to the day when COVID becomes more like the flu in that it doesn't disappear - maybe ever - but it is contained and containment, to the point where we no longer have to live in so much fear of catching it, is the realistic goal, not complete elimination. 
Eventually we'll have to relax the strict mandates and government orders, and let people self-isolate when they are sick or feel like they are getting symptoms, and the masks would be then optional, maybe encouraged in certain areas like packed cities, but optional for wearing them, and I bet a lot of people, especially older people, would continue to wear them outside for the next 5-7 years, some of them probably will always wear them. 
This Plague has changed all of our lives, and it has changed the world.  There is no going back to pre-COVID, but post-COVID can be realized.

I have read this thread very carefully.  During 20+ year of hiring in NYC, I used to be polite and considerate.  An opening statement would have read:
'Hi I am X.  Thanks for posting your ad on RM, you really turn me ON.  I am 50s, athletic, overall nice and considerate person.  I am looking for a sexually interactive experience - just vanilla, nothing insane.  Are you available this weekend?  Would love to work something out.'
With mixed success.
As of a few weeks ago, I am now texting:
'I need you completely naked, on the bed, fingering your hole, lubricating my big white cock and begging me to fuck you. Interested?'
With ENORMOUS success, fast if not immediate response. 
It PAYS to be DIRECT,
 

It’s not always disrespect that people don’t respond~ Sometimes people don’t respond because they are with a Client or traveling, (9hr/14hr flight not including checking in or baggage and transportation), followed by meeting a two week long Client). 
  It would be in poor taste to be texting other Clients for appointments when currently with a 1, 2, 6, 14, 24hr Appointment~ Seems a conflict of interest to be communicating for work on someone else’s time~ 
 I get that if you’re looking for the moment or something, you don’t necessarily have the time to wait for a response~ I’m just saying lack of response might not be a case of disrespect on the Providers part~ 
 From the Providers side: Clients as well have circumstantial lag time due to being with wife, kids, work, vacations, relationships with discretionary needs~
 Lots of variables…  

Fung Wa Bus, (5+ hour drive): I’d arrived early. First in line. It was winter and getting dark fast in China town.
 Got on the bus and sat in the isle seat putting my jacket in the window seat to dissuade anyone from taking it should the bus be otherwise unoccupied.
 I wanted some uninterrupted nap time~ 
 Just before pushing off, this disorganized early 20’s lad struggles onto the bus~ Too many bags and out of breath he stops at my seat~ He was wearing tan pants that hung around his slender legs. He was tall and his cuffs slagged over his shoe tops~ 
  “don’t say it… please, don’t say it”: was my silent thought~ 
 I pretended to be asleep but, he stood there until finally the words fell out of his mouth: “Can I sit here~?”~
 I peeked up, my sleepy blue eyes exchanging an annoyed glance into his brown impatient eyes~ His eyelashes were so long they touched the inside of his crooked wire frame glasses~ 
 “You have to take the window seat” I grumbled hoping he didn’t have a weak bladder~
 He reached over me and began cramming his bags into the foot well and under the seat ahead~
 His cap fell off of his curly hair and into my lap~ I looked up at him somewhat disgusted~ He grabbed the hat and then apologized~ I didn’t accept the apology and it was obvious~ wondering in disbelief: did he “really” just grab his hat from my lap~? Another single thought: “Boundaries”~
 Becoming confused with his many bags. 
 I interjected: “ why don’t we arrange your bags above where there’s space so that you have some legroom and we’re not stepping on your belongings”.
 I offered this not because I was trying to be nice but, rather I was slightly annoyed by the commotion and wanted to resume napping~ 
 So… “together” we sorted out what he needed near him on the trip and positioned the rest of his household in the overhead storage~
 The bus began shaking and the air brakes hissed as the bus door closed and we rolled away from the curb~ 
 Getting comfortable again, I decided the inner arm rest would be mine but, his constant fidgeting led to his elbow knocking into my funny bone… That’s never fun at the time~
  Refusing to relinquish my claim on the armrest, he nuzzled his arm against mine~  
 I was now offended as well as annoyed and briefly contemplated the worth of the $5 ticket~ Was this a bad choice~? His sprawling slender legs assured me of the accuracy of my fears~
  I spread my knees apart to designate the leg boundaries… The Cold War begins~ 
 Some miles into our journey, his arm awkwardly comes to rest along mine, as well his left leg against my right~ 
 It feels invasive and the gentle but, the constant pressure of his limbs on me takes on a new level of agitation as the bus makes its way thru the urban obstacle course of city street pot holes and sudden braking~
 This guy is obsessed with his bags… Endless searching results in a sack. He digs in, removing another. The Paper bag comes to settle on my leg as he clumsily pulls out some flaky, buttery scooby snack~ The oil stains in the paper make me think “Day old”… privately to myself: “please get this off my pants”.
 “That’s enough…”: echoes my inner but, thundering thoughts. I can’t endure this the length of the trip~ 
 He eats, tiny crumbs everywhere, repositioning his forearm against mine when finished~ 
  With the slightest pressure, I push into his forearm… It’s enough to be noticeable~ There is no response. I advance with more pressure… There is still no reaction~
 The tires roll, the engine hums, the bus bounces up and down~ The war is on and my thoughts drift back to territorial pissings on a school bus years ago~ “Let this not end with someone putting gum in someone’s hair”, I think as I apply even more pressure to his arm~
 My efforts seem futile. So, I begin to attack from the south~ I spread my legs to maintain my position there~ This forces him to adjust himself in the chair… his knee coming to rest under mine… but, in addition, his pinky falls onto mine~
“What’s this~???”  Eye lids shut, my inner consciousness is wide open and my new awareness burns thru the dark situation with X-ray vision~ Acutely, my focus becomes fixed not only on the shared pressure points but, his pinky~ 
 I peek ever so slightly and see his slender finger resting upon mine. Darker skin, pink border around the cuticle, neatly groomed nails… his personal hygiene is as well thought out as his take over of the seat he occupies and mine~ 
 Curiosity overcomes annoyance. It’s become a game of paper-scissors-rock~
 My turn again: I push my little finger under his just a wee tad~ Gees that engine sounds loud suddenly but, the thin sheets of silence between us unfold one by one~ Paper covers rock~ 
 The night has fallen and the game has changed but, uncertainty is in the air~
 One… two… three~ He moves slightly and in this opportunity, I remove my arm from the rest, my pinky is free and for a split second there seems to be a relief but, in our mutual regrouping, I drop my arm down and it comes to against his leg, my pinky resting on top of his thigh~ Unintentionally profound at the moment~ It’s a tie~ 
 Seconds roll by like boulders on the road… each time the bus hits one, there is the hand to leg reconnection~ His upper body leans into the window… The soft curls of his brown hair leave tracks in the condensation  of his breath against the pane and with a slight twist of his shoulder, his legs moves into me… My hand unmistakably open-palmed, comes to rest on his thigh~
  The hum of the engine and soft rocking of the bus disappears under my rapid heart beat~ It gives me a hard on~ 
 The flags have moved and the front lines along with them~ A scrummage has taken form~ 
 I advance my play… a single, gentle and nearly indistinct “petting” is returned by an equally gentle slide of his thigh under my fingertips~ A wetness forms in my briefs and I can feel it~ The liquid bollus collects into a tear that moves from behind my balls, up the length of my cock and ejects like a pellet thru the slit of my cherry head~ The movement of the bus amplifies it ten fold~ 
 In nearly slow motion, my fingers embrace the muscles in his thigh… it’s an easy but confident “hug”…  he lifts his leg into my advance~ 
 For whatever reason, I’m still clinging to the tactic of pretending to be asleep~ 
 Turning my head and peeking thru my eye lashes, I see the other patrons are sleeping, or perhaps pretending to be~ 
 With courage and a deep sigh, I shift myself… my hand becomes familiar with his inner thigh~ The tension in my pants is excruciating~ 
 In his “pretend” sleep, he extends his legs thru the crap he’s stored under the chair in front of him… we are back to pinky play and now there is the distinct roundness of his left nut under my finger tip… I’ve forgotten about gum and was thinking that this was not really like the school bus journeys of days gone by~ This continues on instead reminiscent of a miniature petting zoo where I start out with a baby piglet but, then ambitiously go on the hunt for a hungry giraffe~
   What progressed over the miles earlier seemed to now be navigated my the sway of the bus… my hand spread out like an octopus over the entirety of his crotch~ 
 Looking over toward him, those soft curls, long eyelashes… light brown skin, nostrils slightly flared… his lips were moist… they seemed barely to touch… I could see where he missed shaving~ 
 Wondering where the limit might be, my fingers instinctively navigated to the button fastening his pants~ 
 This motivated him to move completely~ The ball seemed to have been blocked from its goal and the game now over, but, he then reached down into one of the bags between his feet, rummaging around and finally pulling out a large coat, not for the winter chill but, the heat of the moment~
 Carefully, he wrapped himself in the coat, draping an open end over my leg and arm~
 Hidden under the muse of his creative mind, my hand traveled back across the hill of his thigh, along the inner curves of his leg, turning up the highway toward the highland where there seemed a park… opening the gate, I found a forest within.
 Aha~! I’d found the home of the giraffe~ 
 The petting zoo was open and I’d found a friend~ I entered… 
  His fur was wet and soft like a lamb… an innocent giraffe lamb~ “My” innocent giraffe lamb~
 The neck of the beast was long, slender… firm and it bent outward~
 So hungry it was that copious amounts of slippery dew spilt out lubricating my hand~ I could almost not help but to slide up and down his length~ 
 His plump veins pulsed under my fingertips… the velvet curves of his flesh helmet filled in the gaps between my fingers~ His heat radiated through my hand… The window was dripping with condensation~ 
 In an effort to be stealthy but, none the less full of intention, my fist throttled his caramel meat… Slow…. Steady… long stokes… his body involuntarily melting into my grip~ So wet… So warm~ 
The bus took a sudden turn off the highway…  I felt the beast thicken in my hand… looking over, the blue of my eyes spilt into the brown of his… our glances met and in single second, I felt the tip of his cock split open under my finger tips… a flood of semen cascaded into my hand~ I felt the fabric of his pants get wet~ 
 The moment over came me as did the tension under my buttoned pants… The bus hit a pot hole, my nipples brushed against my shirt… and holding the wetness of his cock, at that precise moment, I felt my face become flushed, my heart pound, my pupils dilate: Release~ 
 The light switched on in the bus:”We’ve reached the rest stop and food oasis. Please be back on the bus in fifteen minutes”~
 Our pants were visibly wet~ Stained~ The scent of semen in the air~ How could people not smell this I wondered~?
  “I think I will get a burger and use the bathroom”, he says in a shy but, friendly voice~ 
 “Yes… of course~ Me as well”~ 
 Jackets wrapped around our waists, we headed into the oasis~ 
 Quiet conversation followed later on the bus: He is a young professional, engaged to be married~ Intelligent and full of ambition, his experience in life is only beginning~ This was his first encounter with another man~
 We exchanged philosophy regarding human sexuality and private interests but no numbers~
 The bus finally stopped, the door released its hydraulic pressure in a single, explosive burst… “Pshhhhhhhht~!” He walked out of the open door and into open arms, glasses still crooked, long eyelashes sweeping the inside of the lenses~ This boy and his many bags~ A Beautiful boy~ A magical moment~ 
  I saved the five dollar ticket~