For bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I’ve found
That I belong here
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
(Martin Lee Gore)
I just edited my profile a little more. Let me know what you think. I hope it looks better. By the way, I'm 22 years old. Please add me gbt2cam2 on skype if you're interested. Must be 18-22 years old. Thanks.
When my brother use me as a bottom, he's thinking about his girlfriend. When he orgasm and put his sperm in me, he even moans her name.
When I first joined, I subscribed to a couple of users, without realizing that this would mean I'd be getting an email for every video they uploaded. Not complaining about the number of videos, but, is there a way to either "unsubscribe" or turn off those messages? I only log in here every few days, and it's not a BIG deal, but, it does take some time to delete 70+ messages....;-) Thanks!
Here in South Africa there are a lot of black boys, but I did'nt succeed to find a boy for having intercourse. Sex with a black is my greatest dream. Anybody tips for me?
We're six months abroad and we have to help ourselves. My older brother used me daily as a bottom. He is straight and acts like I'm his girlfriend. I like it when he put his semen in me. After that he satisfies me, with his hands, sometimes with his mouth. Very very sorry that he will not let me in his ass.
how many of you have either gave or received road head? iam asking because i was off work last monday,a day off for me is a day at the beach given the opportunity so i got up early and headed out in my pick up with boards in the back.i stopped at the local waffle house for an all star breakfast,while there downing my food and lots of coffee i hear,hi doc m 2 seat down is this sandy hair well tan guy looked to be 20 then it hit me i had put sutures in his thumb about a month ago damn i couldnt remember his name but a face i never forget i said hi,and we talked for a while as we finished our food when the conversation got to me going to the beach he asked if he could tag along i said ya sure.we paid for our food and headed out to the truck then down the road the 50 miles to the coast.we talked about everything and one thing lead to another,and lead to another finally leading to him untying the shoelace in my boxer trunks,and he started giving me head as iam driving us to the beach,with my ass cheeks well clamped to the seat of the truck i was busting my 3rd nut as we pulled into a very secluded beach know for skinny dippin more then surfing,yep i like nude surfing.it took a few minates for my ass cheeks to let go of the seat,all the time i think this guy can suck a water melon through a garden hose.we spent the day enjoying each others nakedness and munching on junk i brought in a cooler.it was about 8pm i told him we better get heading back its gonna be dark when we get there so we loaded up the truck and started headed back,damn he is on my cock like a calf to a heffers tit again. i busted my 2cd nut pulling into his driveway at his house.we made plans to see each other the next day said good byes for the night.tuesday the next day he drove out to my house,we spent the day together in total naked bliss,it was then i found out he loves to give head while ridding in a vehicle yes we are continuing to see each other but how many of you have done this road head sex,and did you give head or received head?
God i hate them so f'n bad. Take all the worst characteristics of women and concentrate them times 100.
is GBT mobile messing up for everyone or just me?
favorite hair colour? brown, black, blonde, red, dyed?
whats important, is it good looks, or a nice personality, or a sense of humor, or a bit of each, and do you agree the people you have as best friends are the ones when you meet, you just click and feel you have known them for years....
So I'm just curious. What's the point of adding someone as a friend and then never talking to them? I've gotten friend request and accepted them and then whenever I would try to say hi there usually isn't an kind of response. So I'm just wondering what's the point of adding them lol?
hey has anyone got kik messager on their phone if do leave a message thanx
greg :oD xxxx
how comes my video wont upload? it's not bad btw
im deleting this account because im not gay or bi i only like females
listen...I have to go to work..its Friday...don't touch the stove...there is stuff in the frig...here is 2 dollars....play outside...don't bring a bunch of kids in here...love you..daddy..
Hey, I posted Tyler 6 on Nifty Stories under Young Friends...hope you enjoy it.
I just edited my new profile, so I just wonder if you're satisfied with my new profile. Do I need to edit more?
Do any of you guys out there think it normal to have a guy hold your dick while you have a pee I don't mean in a sexual way just get you up to a loo unzip you hold your dick pull back the skin if you have any and just hold it while you pee shake and put it back in your pants
Hey frens wanna share something very secret of my life with u guys " i have aids ".
Wishing all our friends on GBT a great Independence Day celebration XXXXXXXXX
This seemed a fitting thing for this day. Steve Grant is an out American country singer. The country music genre is not known of it inclusiveness. He does not have a label as of yet. The video below is self produced and the story of unrequited love of a gay man and a straight man. Enjoy http://youtu.be/pjiyjYCwNyY
Je suis un mec moyennement membre, qui adore se travestir dans les moments câlins pour le plus grand plaisir de mes copains, et le mien aussi...
Avez- vous déjà essayé de vous faire baiser avec des petits dessous féminins?
Si oui, quel plaisir en avez- vous ressenti?
Votre copain était- il d' accord? A t- il hésité? A t- il essayé de se féminiser?
Seriez- vous prêts à tenter l'expérience?
What's the strangest, weirdest and/or the most kinky place you have had sex?
On the night of Nov. 20, 2001, a conversation held over Instant Messenger changed our lives forever. Our 12-year-old son messaged me in my office from the computer in his bedroom.
Ryan says: can i tell u something
Mom says: Yes I am listening
Ryan says: well i don't know how to say this really but, well......, i can't keep lying to you about myself. I have been hiding this for too long and i sorta have to tell u now. By now u probably have an idea of what i am about to say.
Ryan says: I am gay
Ryan says: i can't believe i just told you
Mom says: Are you joking?
Ryan says: no
Ryan says: i thought you would understand because of uncle don
Mom says: of course I would
Mom says: but what makes you think you are?
Ryan says: i know i am
Ryan says: i don't like hannah
Ryan says: it's just a cover-up
Mom says: but that doesn't make you gay...
Ryan says: i know
Ryan says: but u don't understand
Ryan says: i am gay
Mom says: tell me more
Ryan says: it's just the way i am and it's something i know
Ryan says: u r not a lesbian and u know that. it is the same thing
Mom says: what do you mean?
Ryan says: i am just gay
Ryan says: i am that
Mom says: I love you no matter what
Ryan says: i am white not black
Ryan says: i know
Ryan says: i am a boy not a girl
Ryan says: i am attracted to boys not girls
Ryan says: u know that about yourself and i know this
Mom says: what about what God thinks about acting on these desires?
Ryan says: i know
Mom says: thank you for telling me
Ryan says: and i am very confused about that right now
Mom says: I love you more for being honest
Ryan says: i know
Ryan says: thanx
We were completely shocked. Not that we didn't know and love gay people; my only brother had come out to us several years before, and we adored him. But Ryan? He was unafraid of anything, tough as nails and all boy. We had not seen this coming, and the emotion that overwhelmed us, kept us awake at night and, sadly, influenced all our reactions over the next six years was fear.
We said all the things that we thought loving Christian parents who believed the Bible, the Word of God, should say:
We love you. We will always love you. And this is hard. Really hard. But we know what God says about this, so you are going to have to make some really difficult choices.
We love you. We couldn't love you more. But there are other men who have faced this same struggle, and God has worked in them to change their desires. We'll get you their books; you can listen to their testimonies. And we will trust God with this.
We love you. We are so glad you are our son. But you are young, and your sexual orientation is still developing. The feelings you've had for other guys don't make you gay. So please don't tell anyone that you are gay. You don't know who you are yet. Your identity is not that you are gay; it is that you are a child of God.
We love you. Nothing will change that. But if you are going to follow Jesus, holiness is your only option. You are going to have to choose to follow Jesus, no matter what. And since you know what the Bible says, and since you want to follow God, embracing your sexuality is not an option.
We thought we understood the magnitude of the sacrifice that we -- and God -- were asking for. And this sacrifice, we knew, would lead to an abundant life, perfect peace and eternal rewards. Ryan had always felt intensely drawn to spiritual things; He desired to please God above all else. So, for the first six years, he tried to choose Jesus. Like so many others before him, he pleaded with God to help him be attracted to girls. He memorized Scripture, met with his youth pastor weekly, enthusiastically participated in all the church youth group events and Bible Studies and got baptized. He read all the books that claimed to know where his gay feelings came from, dove into counseling to further discover the whys of his unwanted attraction to other guys, worked through painful conflict resolution with my husband and me and built strong friendships with other guys -- straight guys -- just like the reparative therapy experts advised. He even came out to his entire youth group, giving his testimony of how God had rescued him from the traps of the enemy, and sharing, by memory, verse after verse that God had used to draw Ryan to Him.
But nothing changed. God didn't answer his prayer, or ours, though we were all believing with faith that the God of the Universe, the God for whom nothing is impossible, could easily make Ryan straight. But He did not.
Though our hearts may have been good (we truly thought what we were doing was loving), we did not even give Ryan a chance to wrestle with God, to figure out what he believed God was telling him through scripture about his sexuality. We had believed firmly in giving each of our four children the space to question Christianity, to decide for themselves if they wanted to follow Jesus, to truly own their own faith. But we were too afraid to give Ryan that room when it came to his sexuality, for fear that he'd make the wrong choice.
Basically, we told our son that he had to choose between Jesus and his sexuality. We forced him to make a choice between God and being a sexual person. Choosing God, practically, meant living a lifetime condemned to being alone. He would never have the chance to fall in love, have his first kiss, hold hands, share intimacy and companionship or experience romance.
And so, just before his 18th birthday, Ryan, depressed, suicidal, disillusioned and convinced that he would never be able to be loved by God, made a new choice. He decided to throw out his Bible and his faith at the same time and try searching for what he desperately wanted -- peace -- another way. And the way he chose to try first was drugs.
We had unintentionally taught Ryan to hate his sexuality. And since sexuality cannot be separated from the self, we had taught Ryan to hate himself. So as he began to use drugs, he did so with a recklessness and a lack of caution for his own safety that was alarming to everyone who knew him.
Suddenly our fear of Ryan someday having a boyfriend (a possibility that honestly terrified me) seemed trivial in contrast to our fear of Ryan's death, especially in light of his recent rejection of Christianity and his mounting anger at God.
Ryan started with weed and beer, but in six short months was using cocaine, crack and heroin. He was hooked from the beginning, and his self-loathing and rage at God only fueled his addiction. Shortly thereafter, we lost contact with him. For the next year and a half, we didn't know where he was or even if he was dead or alive. And during that horrific time, God had our full attention. We stopped praying for Ryan to become straight. We started praying for him to know that God loved him. We stopped praying for him to never have a boyfriend. We started praying that someday we might actually get to know his boyfriend. We even stopped praying for him to come home to us; we only wanted him to come home to God.
By the time our son called us, after 18 long months of silence, God had completely changed our perspective. Because Ryan had done some pretty terrible things while using drugs, the first thing he asked me was this:
Do you think you can ever forgive me? (I told him of course, he was already forgiven. He had always been forgiven.)
Do you think you could ever love me again? (I told him that we had never stopped loving him, not for one second. We loved him then more than we had ever loved him.)
Do you think you could ever love me with a boyfriend? (Crying, I told him that we could love him with 15 boyfriends. We just wanted him back in our lives. We just wanted to have a relationship with him again... and with his boyfriend.)
And a new journey was begun, one of healing, restoration, open communication and grace. Lots of grace. And God was present every step of the way, leading and guiding us, gently reminding us simply to love our son and leave the rest up to Him.
Over the next 10 months, we learned to truly love our son. Period. No buts. No conditions. Just because he breathes. We learned to love whomever our son loved. And it was easy. What I had been so afraid of became a blessing. The journey wasn't without mistakes, but we had grace for each other, and the language of apology and forgiveness became a natural part of our relationship. As our son pursued recovery from drug and alcohol addiction, we pursued him. God taught us how to love him, to rejoice over him, to be proud of the man he was becoming. We were all healing, and most importantly, Ryan began to think that if we could forgive him and love him, then maybe God could, too.
And then Ryan made the classic mistake of a recovering addict: He got back together with his old friends, his using friends. And one evening that was supposed to simply be a night at the movies turned out to be the first time he had shot up in 10 months -- and the last time. Ryan died on July 16, 2009. And we lost the ability to love our gay son, because we no longer had a gay son. What we had wished for, prayed for, hoped for -- that we would not have a gay son -- came true. But not at all in the way we had envisioned.
Now, when I think back on the fear that governed all my reactions during those first six years after Ryan told us he was gay, I cringe as I realize how foolish I was. I was afraid of all the wrong things. And I grieve, not only for my oldest son, whom I will miss every day for the rest of my life, but for the mistakes I made. I grieve for what could have been, had we been walking by faith instead of by fear. Now, whenever Rob and I join our gay friends for an evening, I think about how much I would love to be visiting with Ryan and his partner over dinner. But instead, we visit Ryan's gravestone. We celebrate anniversaries: the would-have-been birthdays and the unforgettable day of his death. We wear orange, his color. We hoard memories: pictures, clothing he wore, handwritten notes, lists of things he loved, tokens of his passions, recollections of the funny songs he invented, his Curious George and baseball blankey, anything, really, that reminds us of our beautiful boy, for that is all we have left, and there will be no new memories. We rejoice in our adult children, and in our growing family as they marry, but we ache for the one of our "gang of four" who is missing. We mark life by the days B.C. (before coma) and A.D. (after death), because we are different people now; our life was irrevocably changed in a million ways by his death. We treasure friendships with others who "get it" because they, too, have lost a child.
We weep. We seek Heaven for grace and mercy and redemption as we try not to get better but to be better. And we pray that God can somehow use our story to help other parents learn to truly love their children. Just because they breathe.
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Just want to wish my fellow Canadians on here a Very Happy Canada Day today! We have a lot to be proud of living in this beautiful country of ours !!!!!
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i felt moved watching this tribute to many..many folks in the entertainment field and other wise well known people who have passed...thought you might appreciate it.too...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MetICgobeM
Mine is 17 and 28 respectively.
Just wanted to wish all you Canadian guys out there a 'Happy Canada Day'.
Can any1 please tell what is Age: 112? Bcoz sum pple write age:112 or 114 etc. . etc, bt i don't understand what this means,m confused.