I just turned 18 at the time when I celebrated my birthday with some of my friends in a bar in the center of Toronto. A friend of mine picked the bar (because it was a surprise) and little did I know he picked a gay bar (i’m not even sure if he meant it). Anyway, we entered the bar and when I arrived I remember seeing quite a few handsome guys (also many drag queens). It was a bit intimidating at first but I was equally turned on and it was during that night I realized I possibly had something gay inside of me (pun intended!).

Anyway, a few drinks down and suddenly this 32-year old caucasian guy started flirting with me. Me being quite tipsy (actually I was drunk) totally fell for it and it was within a blink of an eye I suddenly found myself in his bedroom at 3am in the morning. I topped him for around 20 minutes (until I came) and then pleased him orally until he came too. I will forever remember the first time I had gay sex (even though I was drunk!) as it was SO bloody hot. 

Would anyone like to share their own first time gay sex story? I can also go into more detail upon request.

I came across an online casino that actively uses our symbolism: rainbow elements in the design, thematic game names. They even have a promo code HUGE for $100 for new users.

What is this?

On one hand,it looks like an attempt to create a "safe space" for a niche audience. On the other — there's an unpleasant feeling that our colors and symbols are being used simply as bait for a very risky business.

Why is this ambiguous?

1. Audience vulnerability. We know that stress related to stigmatization can increase the risk of addictive behaviors. Is it ethical to specifically offer gambling to those who are potentially more vulnerable?

2. Digital pinkwashing. This resembles "rainbow camouflage" (pinkwashing), where LGBT support becomes just a wrapper for selling a product. The line between representation and exploitation is very thin.

3. Real values vs. marketing. Real support means donations to organizations, inclusive policies within the company. Here, we see only external decor, the goal of which is to increase deposits.

Discussion:

· Do you think this is just business responding to demand, and not worth making a problem out of?

· Or does it cross the line of acceptability, turning symbols of pride and struggle into a hook to catch clients in a potentially destructive industry?

· Have you encountered similar examples of "niche" targeting from other risky services?

Important: I'm leaving the link only so you can see what we're talking about. Remember, gambling is not a way to earn money, but merely entertainment! The goal of this post is not advertising, but a discussion of the ethics of modern marketing and our digital literacy.

https://lgbtcas.live/

What do you think?

There I start sucking his huge cock trying to fit that hard thing all the way in my throat. After a minute or so he was balls deep, I was trying to breathe and not to puke when he fucked my face.

After I started to make to much and to loud sloppy goggling sounds, he took me from my knees and grabbed my waist, he turned me around, pulled down my tiny shorts and saw my underwear. Than lifted me from the ground in my waist, shoved my string aside and just puts my ass on top of his hard cock. As he grabbed me firm, my ass started to Relax and gently slided all the way down his cock, trying not to moan to loud. While my feet still not reaching for the floor, I felt he slides in all the way and I could breath normal for a second. Then he pushes me againt the wall and start fucking me. He started off slowly and gently but when he felt I could handle his cock without to much screaming, he grabbed my waist even more tied and fucked me like a an ***. Then his huge hand grabbed my mouth and he even fucked me harder en deeper till he came inside me so deep and hard I kust felt the heat of his cum in my ass.

He puts me back on the ground, thanks me and trew me 50 euros and left without an other word

Maybe he thought I was a escort or he just wanted to buy of his sins. I don't know, I felt so fucking used that a say there for a couple of minutes. When my legs stopped shaking I pulled up my shorts, made a tie in my blouse and left the restroom restaurant. With a red head, a sore to throat, cum dripping down my inside legs and 50 euros richer I left for the boulevard.

Hopefully the next one wants to film it, now I only have a couple amateurish pice before and after

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I had written him that i had been a live nude model at some time, which was the truth, and had sent some tasteful nudes with the mail. It had worked. 

i was always good at this kind of strategy. I recognized him directly from the photos, a grey fox, but a bulky and strong one, much taller than me. He comes toward me and says:” I been expecting you. You are late.”

“Srry,” I say .” The bus was running late. “Of course, “ He answers with a hint of arrogance. “I am Raoul.” He says. “ Jake,” I answer. “We already know from the mail conversations. Nice to meet you.”

He looks at me. “ I can see you have lost a bit of muscle.”

“I been training other stuff, “ I say. “The photos were just to determine I have experience in other erotic arts. I think it will help making the texts much more accessible.”

“Might be. “ he says. Might be not. “Erotic literature on the sites we host is like fast food. The less you expect, the better your experience will be. You may learn to not overdo it.”

I realize there are only 3 people sitting at the bar in the small area at the entrance. They are watching us. He follows my gaze. “This early there is only staff here. Noone will see you running the circle course naked.”

I laugh. “ That’s good. But I have clothes with me, so no need. “

He takes me by the arm and leads me towards the training area, there are benches on the side.

“You can undress here.”

“OK, so we do some exercise and then we talk about the conditions of launching the texts?” I ask.

“We talk about conditions after you undress.” He says as if talking to a child.

I start to undress, my t-shirt and trousers and socks until I stand I front of him in my underwear.

“ You will need to shower. But of course not in your underwear. “

I am starting to feel uncomfortable. He approaches me from behind and pulls my slip down. Then he just tears if off to the side so that I am standing fully naked in front of the others watching.

With a swift motion, he pulls his knee up and presses it into my ass, then slightly forces my legs apart and a with a bit of force kicks me lightly into the testicles from behing. “Hey,” I protest. “That was rude.” He smiles at me with a quiet, confident smile, that knows he is much bigger and stronger than me.

I am used to standing naked in front of people by ways of live nude sessions back then, but this is a bit different. I realize I played him and he played me with a much more confident card.

“Hands behind head.” He says. I follow his command.

I can see the 3 others coming forward. I am standing with my arms behind my back, feeling like being presented on a horsemarket. “Its not a very good form.” Raoul says.

“I´m out of real hard training for some time.” I say. “But what is going on here, that is not what we are here for, is it?”

He just says nothing and keeps watching me. The other 3 bring chairs and sit down, looking at me. Nothing happens. I can still feel his knee in my sac, I see his eyes over me, assessing what is there and whats not. Then I feel my penis rising in front of him. I cannot do anything against it. His dark eyes make me nervous. It keeps going up until I am fully erect, much bigger than it originally looks.

“OK, that Is good. You played, but the pictures were right. Bit small flaccid, but when it goes the form Is very good. Interesting. “

He stands up and goes around me. “Good form for standards. We have no use for standards.” He takes my chin and holds it up, looking at my face. “You look like shit compared to what you have to be if you want to be with me. This is just 10 percents about texts. This is 30 percent about your face and 60 about your ass, and 200 that there are people who would call this a rugged good look and like your face.”

“What?” I ask confused?

“Don’t play dumb with me.” He says impatient. “You did not think you will get any footing in this crowded market when there is no one wanting to fuck you. At your age, you will have an uphill battle you  will never win.”

I listen to him. He continues. “ I can see you been training all your life. We want you as a writer for some concepts, those where good. You will also do what you did in the past one last time. Train, until I say you are ready, and then we have you for a good rows of videos and a bit of art making use of this rugged looks.” He smiles. “Gonna be a long road. You are very tight, I could feel that.

You will be taking a lot of training on the anus. “ One of the guys behind him giggles. “And you will be doing as I say. I say it to you early, there are some who saw your photos who will be pissing in your face on cam. And you will be feeling quite some amount of physical stress in some situations as you will be prepared to take some serious cocks.” He looks at me a bit in doubt. “

“You do not have the greatest frame. “ Some cock you will be riding might be as about the size of your thigh.”

I don’t know what to say.

“Run,” He says.

I presume he means running on the spot and start to run naked in front of them. Its true that I need an opportunity and am in a bad spot, and that he obviously knows that.

One of them, a fat one with a black hoodie, laughs at me.” Bought, that’s a great faggot run:”

He takes out his phone and starts filming me naked, running on the spot with an erection. I realize I have started to get into a bit of hopping around more than running as my testicles hurt where Raoul kicked me. I get way to red in the face and try to get back to a normal run, hoping not to look as ridiculous as I am feeling right now.

Raoul looks back to them. He laughs. “Gonna be a great faggot run.”

In time I will learn that a faggot run is when he likes to watch you running on the spot after either having fucked you or having commanded you to be fucked with a very big tool, he loves this degrading exercise which he calls “Faggot run.”

“And you will be doing what I order.” He says.” When I see you are not good with a camera yet I organize some live streams for you to get comfortable with it, when I see you are not stretched enough I get you a tool to do the job.”

I stop and pant, catching my breath. “Srry, this is ridiculous. I cant do that. Just how much humiliation do you think I will be suffering for a chance like this?”

He looks at me thoughtfully.” Really, is that so? Did you not write you worked in mid tier jobs?

Meaning you get degraded to a lower level when you do not pass sales? Get dragged in front of a small fat lady with bug eyes who tells you you did not make the numbers for probation while the numbers where never reachable on purpose? And then the next fat lady at the next job will ask you why you did not pass probation? And if you should survive by accident 15 years in this machine going maybe 55 they will order you into HR office telling you you have somehow lost your touch and are becoming a burden, which is translation for you are becoming to expensive and we need to get a trainee to do your job so the next suit responsible for that can go up a floor into an office with a broader desk.”

He smiles at me, I have not idea what my face is displaying right now but its apparently not nice. He enjoys it immensely. I already hate him right now.

“is that really more humiliating when I have you be placed on a giant toy with the world watching how you ride it on camera so they can be entertained? At least the giant Dildo wont be laughing at your back on your way to HR, and the people watching will laugh at your face. Is that really so much different?”

I stare at his dark handsome face completely perplexed and already defeated, by time, the changing tide and him.

Somewhere into our second beer he looked at me, said my name and asked me if I was gay. I think he could tell the question surprised me and I stammered a little and answered that I was married. He responded, "That's not what I asked. I asked if you were gay, meaning do you enjoy another man's dick." I responded with "That's a random and out of nowhere question". He just looked at me and said he had a sense about these things and was confident that I had been with a man and still thought about it even though I was married. I opened my mouth to respond but could only say I didn't know how to respond to that. At that point he stood up and stepped in front of me as I sat on the couch. He said "I think you do and I would really enjoy it if you would suck me". He lifted the leg of his shorts and his semi hard dick flopped out of the lifted leg. He watched my response as I stared at his dick semi hard swaying in front of my face and I think he could tell by my expression that I would in fact suck it. He stepped forward and said "open up and take a taste". Then he touched my lips with his head. I let my tongue touch his slit and swirled it just around the tip of his head and he said "good boy" and pushed into my mouth. I let him slide over my lips and felt his head glide along my tongue. I pushed forward to take more of him in my mouth and began to suck him and swirl my tongue around his head and shaft. After a few minutes of me sucking him and I was just starting to taste his precum, he pulled out, stepped back and said "take off your shorts". So I did as he asked and he knelt between my legs, my dick was rock hard from sucking him and he gripped it in his hand and began to stroke while he cupped my sack with his other hand. This felt so good I couldn't help but let out a small moan. He asked me "like that, do you?" and I just nodded my head. He then leaned down and in one motion took me all the way in his mouth until his nose hit my pubes. Another grunt and moan escaped my lips and he began to bob his mouth up and down my shaft and fondle my sack. My legs were already spread apart because he was kneeling between them and in the pleasure of him sucking me, they spread a little farther. He started twirling his finger tips around my taint and making me feel so good that I spread my legs even farther. As I did this, he took his mouth off my hardon and started to lick my sack and then his tongue moved down and just grazed my hole. The sensation was electric and I couldn't help but let out a satisfying moan. At that he really went to work on me, licking and inserting his tongue inside me as he continued to stroke my slick and wet dick. As I was getting close I told him he was going to make me cum and he rose up from eating my hole and swallowed my dick again, only this time he inserted a finger inside me and began flipping it back and forth inside me. This was more than I could handle and my dick exploded. Just as I was about to shoot, he pulled off my dick and just stroked my slick shaft and head, wet from his mouth. My first shot of cum landed on my chest and the next two ropes on my stomach. He continued stroking me and swirling my head in his palm, making me squirm and moan. He then stood up and looked down on me as I lay half on the couch and half off, completely spent from the amazing orgasm.

As I lay on the couch with my own cum on my chest and sliding across my stomach, he looked down at me and said "You enjoyed that even more than I thought you might". Then he leaned forward and with his hand he scooped most of my cum in his hand and slid his hand down his hard shaft, coating his own dick with my cum. He then told me to sit up higher on the couch, so i moved up to an upright sitting position. He then got up on the couch, straddling my legs and putting his cum covered dick in my face, he looked down at me and said "now, finish what you started". And he touched his head to my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid in until his head was in the back of my throat and I gagged just slightly from the pressure. I could taste my own cum as he began to slowly slide in and out across my lips. He then put his hands on the back of couch and started to move quicker in and out, fucking my mouth. He would work his head along my tongue a few times and then push until he was at the back of my mouth and in my throat. After a few minutes he asked "you ready to finish this?" and I just looked up at him and mumbled , mmhhmmm. After a couple more thrusts he stopped with his head midway along my tongue and I felt him swell. His shaft grew hard and his head swelled and then the first shot was in my mouth. I felt it hit the top of mouth and start to coat the back of my mouth. I had to swallow to keep from choking. He grunted and held his hand on top of my head as he filled my mouth and I swallowed two more times to get it all.

After he pulled out he stepped down off the couch and said to me "see, I told you I have a sense about these things".

We then sat and talked some about our first times over a third and fourth beer before I had to pack up and take my new boat home.

He again loves to watch me suffer, but its the love that makes it bearable. He loves to recall the stories from when we started out, he basically picked me up from the dirt because i had looks and i quickly made an impression on his flock. He still mentions the salad server. I posed a lot for live nude sessions with some of his kink artists and i had to often kneel for long hours with my ass help up. They laughed that, and they would insert everything in me over the evening that even barely resembled a penis, big or small, preferably for them bigger. 

One extremely dislikeable artist one day while i was kneeling like that without even someone drawing fucked me with a salad server. She stood there, looking amused at me and seeming deep in thought. Then she left, and came back with a salad server. Hold this, she said and started giving me slaps on the ass. I know that procedure so much, its usually the foreplay for inserting something by applying a creative use to something that was not meant to be inserted in me, let alone to the stop. She stretched my asshole and forced the drawer in. It did really hurt, but i am used to people enjyoing just that. So i kneeled with some people coming into the room with the device inserted, and i started breathing harder due to the pain. Embarrassingly because i tend to always move things very vivid when inserted in my anus the server started to clap, it made a noise like a nut cracker, because the things have these edges where they cling to the other fork part, creating a sound. So i kneeled now there with them laughing while my anus started creating a rythm with the tool penetrating it. 

I was used to humiliation due to my life, but that was really much even form me. Althoug i saw Ben enjoyed the spectacle, so i knew i had to go on with it. I at least got recognized by some other artitsts i would pose for later by having a high pain threshold and an extremely talented anus. I had to perform with the server quite often afterwards, despite hating the device. I had done it and there was simply no other one whoud could do something like that while once keeping a rythm and second bearing the pain, because these things after an hour are extremely painful in the anus. 

I was surprised by how much it didn't hurt, and instead, it felt incredible. He worked his hand in and out, stretching me wider and wider. I was moaning and groaning like crazy, and it felt like we were both in this trance. We took breaks when I needed them, and then he'd start up again. Finally, after what felt like forever, he got his whole hand inside me. It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced. I came harder than I ever had before, and we both collapsed in a sweaty heap. After that, I was totally hooked lol I started exploring more gay fisting stories and meeting up with other guys who were into it. Have any of you tried fisting before? What was your first time like? Share your stories so it'll make me feel better lol!

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