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Men and Underwear

2015.09.04 20:32 EthanMorale Men and Underwear

All about men and underwear. The latest men's underwear and swimwear trends, editorials, photo shoots, models and great photography. When submitting photos, you need to mention the model, photographer and definitely the underwear brand featured! Official subreddit of online magazine menandunderwear.com and its men's underwear, socks and swimwear shop: menandunderwear.com/shop
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2022.12.20 01:18 mfitjering Asian Guys In Underwear

Hot men of Asian descent in their underwear - briefs, boxers, trunks, jockstraps...
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2012.08.19 05:02 MrMono1 Where Porn Meets Class

Your favourite adult performers draped in seductive dresses, alluring business attire and haute couture at its hottest. Remember: NO NUDITY
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2024.05.14 06:26 EvelynnEverton Laser session underwear

Hi y'all, I'm getting laser in 2 weeks and I'm getting full body including the bikini area. What underwear do I wear? I'm super worried obviously because I still have my girl dick and I still get random boners. Do you wear no underwear during the session or do they give you something to cover up? Any advice is much appreciated
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2024.05.11 18:09 AdTrick7283 I got a boner in front of my crush.

I met my crush when I was in middle-school. I was 10 and she was 11. When I set eyes on her, I knew that she was the one for me. Her reflective skin was like gold waiting to be rubbed and loved. Her luminous eyes were like marbles designed for gazers. Her hair was like a sari, but as soft as silk, waiting to infatuate onlookers who fall in its honey-sweet trap. An example of the above is me.
However, I never approached her in 5 years. When I was 10, this feeling was unknown to my frontal lobes. However, why the time I was 11, the pandemic was in full swing. When I was 12, I thought that I was too cool and mature to fall in love. When I was 13 and 14 I was too stressed by the Indian Certificate of Secondary Education to fall in love. However, I would win her this year, without fail.
Therefore, I approached her. My heart was palpitating, akin to a drummer beating his drums. It felt as if an animal was suffocating me. However, I calmed down, which stopped this feeling. However, as if the animal had locomoted to my penis, my testosterone, progesterone, oxytocin, and vasopressin, filled my bloodstream, making my penis erect. When my penis gets erect, it expands in size. This time, I was so nervous that it expanded faster and greater than it typically does.
I heard a rip. Suddenly, I felt a wave of fresh air in the area where my groins belong. There was a bright light behind me, which caused me to have a clear view my shadow. When I looked at it, I saw my massive penis protuding out of my pants. With the shocking realisation that my penis had grown so big that it had caused both my pants and my underwear to rip open, I ran away in shame.
I went to the restroom and covered it with toilet paper, and then silently boarded the bus and went home. Luckily, my family was outside the house, which caused my crush and I to be the only witnesses of my situation. My pants and underwear were ripped open, which would cause my parents to question me. They would scold me if they found out that I got a boner. Moreso, I fear that my crush would make fun of me.
What do I do?
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2024.05.10 19:22 miguelstits Divorced couple fuck for the last time, [M40s,F40s] [hatesex]

Chapter 1 of Finding my Position, written by me.
[Everyone is 18+ and this is fictional]
I signed the dotted line. My full legal name, of course.
I stared up at Angie. She scowled down at me, folding her arms against her chest. Did she know how her boobs pushed back against her arms like that? They looked bigger, firmer - and they were already double D's. God damn those tits. I looked back at her face. What a bitch.
She took the forms, straightened them out and put them in the yellow envelope - A4. Angie licked the glue. I remembered the feeling on my skin, on my tongue, on the tip of my dick. My dick remembered too. I clenched my fists tight.
“Wait” I said - she was going to walk out the door just then, just now.
Angie raised an eyebrow, “What Johnny? It's done.”
“Don't you want a coffee or a beer?” I gestured.
“This is my house, they may as well be my coffee and my beer. You have nothing to offer.” Her lip curled.
I felt my chest puff, I stood, hands on the kitchen island across from her, “Fuck you, you don't pay for shit, can't you stand to be around one minute?”
She put the folder on the side and came round to point an acrylic nail at my chest, “I can't stand to be around you another SECOND you fucking idiot. Do you know what you just signed?”
I smirked, “My get out of jail free card.”
“You FUCKING asshole; careless, SELFISH BASTARD. IF ANYONE'S FREE IT'S ME, I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT YOUR UGLY PATHETIC FACE ONE MORE SECOND! I'M FREE FROM YOUR STUPID DICKHEAD BULLSHIT, FREE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT, WHOEVER I WANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!”
My dick and the adrenaline lead the way. I grabbed her by the side of the head, pushing her backwards to bump into the island, bending over till my tongue reached her throat. She pushed my chest to stop me, but seemed to be squeezing my pecs over my shirt instead.
One of my hands left to trail down her body - her fragile neck, the sides of her full boobs, her upper back. I laced my fingers under the fabric of her skirt and gripped her pantie- clad ass. She was already kissing back, but to this she moaned against herself and her arms wrapped around my back.
A finger traced her asshole and then further on her pussy opening. I grinned in her mouth - she was already slick through the underwear. I rubbed circles, teasing. She moaned again and again.
I thought about our past sex, having her mouth, pussy and ass. I thought about doggy and cowgirl and even missionary crossed my mind with bliss. That time in her parents bed, that time while I was driving, that time in a pool. My dick throbbed with nostalgia of all these memories.
Simply rubbing her over her panties while I reminisced wasn't what Angie wanted. She grabbed my ears and stopped kissing me, her face pissed. She lowered my head to her cleavage, holding my head tight. I pulled back and moved my slimy fingers so I could take off her top, and my practised hands undid the bra in one motion.
I returned to smothering myself between her tits. One hand held her back steady, the other found the front zip of her skirt. Angie undid my belt buckle and shoved my jeans and boxers down together. I bit and kissed and licked her soft flesh, giving love to the last part of her that deserved it. She held my scalp tight and ground her skirt onto my naked dick, it was fully hard and I was slick from my own sweat and precum, I like to imagine they stain the material forever. She'll never wash out the juice of my cock. Through the fabric I can still place her mound and that crevice shape, I can grind along her clit and pussy like a god fearing teen boy - protected by the fabric.
I graze a nipple with my teeth, and with force attempt to swallow her whole left boob. The flesh squishes into my mouth - I get a good amount. I wish I could choke on it, feel the distinct booby skin blocking my airway. I suck and suck and she moans my name, pleading something. In my mind I've already won before either of us have finished, here she is begging for it, she wants me so badly, her voice so whiny. It occurs to me that right now, SHE is the pathetic one.
Both of my hands go down over her skirt and under the fabric, I cup her asscheeks fully, tight with my fingers. I can’t tell if I’m spreading them, or just squeezing for all she’s worth. My hands brush her panties. I can tell, they’re those basic white pants from Target, cheap bitch. I tear them open and she swears at me - it sounds like another desperate moan though. I tear the side too, and throw the crap cotton on the ground - I look over her tits at the drenched fabric. God, remind me to put that in my pocket before she kicks me out. I spread her cheeks again, and suck on the other boob. My dick feels rubbed raw from the slightly rough skirt fabric. I groan, it’s overstimulating but if I stop pistoning my hips I’ll die. I look her in the eye, she sneers at me.
It crosses my mind that if I don’t taste her pussy now - one last time, I’ll never do it again. But my dick craves her entrance so badly, there’s a desperation in my balls, if I don’t fuck her right now my head will explode. But this is the last time. Fuck. Fuck this bitch. My internal monologue falls away, all I can think about, the only thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Hands on her ass and thighs, I push her further onto the island, her arm steadies but knocks a glass onto the floor - dumb bitch, dumb horny bitch - her hole is lined up, her skirt rolled up by one hand. I don’t have to guess, my dick knows her pussyhole more than I know how to breathe, I push forward and sheath in one long, wet motion.
I stay there for a second, I almost lost it, almost came in one stroke. God she’d fucking kill me, it’d be funny but tragic.
Fuck.
The overwhelm passes. One hand on her belly, one hand in her crack, my hips could do this motion dead, I roll in and out of her wet cunt. My ballsack slaps my hand, I move it, it slaps her asshole. God grant me another dick, and a third, let me fuck her everywhere all at once.
Fuuckk.
I’m so focused on my own pleasure, I didn’t notice her panting my name. Dumb bitch.
I look down at her face. Fuck. This part of me, my dick sawing her pussyhole open, keeping it shaped to me, fuck I love her. I love her face, her hair, her lips that shake and beg for me, her eyes that water, her neck, her beautiful beautiful tits bouncy with each thrust, dancing for me. I love the width of her hips, and the squishy fat that’s accumulated over the decade, that I can grip like a pillow while I plough her. I love her waist - the very top of her bikini line that’s less tanned than the rest, the last pure strip of her skintone. I love her thighs that are wrapped around my own hips, keeping me tight, trapped in her, I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to, my dick might as well be stuck here forever. I love her cute little feet, toes tensed. She must be close, just from me pounding her. Fucking whore.
While I thrust, her liquid, the physical form of her desire and desperation for my dick leaks out, down her ass. I growl, grin, and my thick thumb rubs the slick in. I push it into my thumb’s knuckle.
I remember our fifth anniversary. We were so in love, she loved and wanted me so much, she’d do anything. Since college she’d known how badly I wanted her ass, or any ass, and seen how much anal I watched. It’d been a hard no for years, I didn’t even ask anymore. But there, at that cheap swiss chateau on a single bed, I removed her lace panties with my teeth to be greeted by the base of her buttplug. She smiled at me with so much love, and bit her lip. God. I fucked her for two minutes, came, and stayed inside her tight asshole. I kissed her, and cuddled. But my boner wasn’t fading, and I grunted with the feeling coming back. The lube had dried, but we didn’t need it, my cum lubed her better than anything, and I fucked her in so many positions that by the end, when I drizzled a pathetic stream, one or two bursts, my dick went soft and raw. I passed out with not a sperm left in my balls.
That was the first and last time she ever let me in the backdoor, and even now she scowled at me for my only thumb. Warning me that her ass will never let my dick in again.
I scowled back, and picked up the pace. My balls swung steady, not betraying my fury to lust.
I fucked her like she deserved, like a whore. “Tell me you’re a whore.” I growled.
“Fuck you”, she spat, breathy, sweaty.
“Tell me you’re a cumdump slut depressed for my dick, tell me you want it, tell me you’re my bitch.” I was close again. My thighs were beating her ass, I moved my left hand to grasp her tit hard, pulling the nipple like a cow. My thumb stayed tight.
“Fuck you, you bastard. Hey, you’re gonna come already? Limp bastard.”
Godddd fuck.
“HEY! Look at me, look at my face!”, my eyes strayed from my pumping dick killing her pussy, past her - fuckkkk - past her boobs, to her spiteful, red face.
“Do not cum yet you bastard! Do not! Don’t you fucking dare cum yet, can’t you do one thing right? Don’t you fucking dare cum Johnny!”
My balls heard different. My balls heard, “Cum for me Johnny.” “Please, Johnny fuck me, cum for me!” “Johhhnny please please please.” “Cum on my tits Johnny please.” “Johnny I love you, cum for me Johnny.”
Both hands moved to hold her hips tight, she kept yelling but I couldn’t hear,
I thrust hard, and held her hips tight to mine,
“FUCKKKKK ANGIE ANGIE Angie. Angie Fuckk. God fuck.” I came in her hard, my vision blacked out, my dick spurt, I felt the cum of years exit my balls, cum from college, from our first apartment, the engagement, the wedding, cum from the two week honeymoon, cum from years and years of birthdays and christmas and new years and valentines and -
My face was in her cleavage again. There was a faint spasm around my dick, I looked up. Angie was riding the end of her own climax. I had cum so hard I hadn’t noticed her orgasm on my dick, from my cum. It’s been years since we came together.
I sucked a bit of titty in my mouth. She looked down on me, panting. My soft dick flopped out, cum splashed and dripped on the floor - both of ours.
I stood up. I looked at her dripping pussy, and at the mess on the floor of what’s her house now. I couldn’t help but grin as I pulled up my shorts and jeans, buckling the belt.
“Johhny-”
I got my coat. It was a nice denim jacket with a soft lining, no sleeves. My pal Ricky had put some neat patches on. I’d gotten it recently, as a sign I was coming back to myself. My dick was still a little wet in my boxers, but it’s fine, I’d shower at home.
At home.
I walked out the door, Angie was still on the counter. I glanced at the living room, the kitchen, and the door to the dining room. The stairwell. Her house now, or at least her house when the fucking deadbeat lawyers did their jobs.
I left my home, didn’t lock the door, I didn’t have the key anymore, not the right one.
She was on birth control, one of those long-term ones, but goddamn imagine that my cum was so potent, so angry, so ready that she got pregnant with my kid from that. Imagine after she’s just kicked me out, my little bastard grows inside her. God give my cum the strength to tell her to fuck herself. God I pray she never finds a dick that fits like mine, god give her pencil dicks and erectile dysfunction.
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2024.05.06 18:44 Foreign_Pen6611 Not Feeling Euphoria or Dysphoria

Hey folks,
I'm doing some gender questioning due to some personal circumstances in my life. I crossdressed a little when I was 13 but stopped after talking with a therapist. Basically, I was doing it as a way to stay close to my mom after she remarried and had kids. Haven't done anything like it for 20 years and don't feel like I'm in the wrong body, have the wrong parts or that there's something missing.
However, I've read that you might not need to dysphoric to be trans, but if you have euphoria. So, I tried on these 2 black dresses (one short and one long), a bra stuffed with socks, underwear, shape wear, and tights. I even put on some lipstick and some eyeliner. I thought I looked okay even though I'm a built enough guy, but I felt absolutely nohing, not even a boner!
I did get a little excited when I started to act like a girl in the mirror, but that felt false like I was playing a part, and not being me. Surely being yourself is the most important part when it comes to being trans?
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2024.05.02 06:00 neurochild How to *not* get an erection onstage?

Sorry for being so forthright, but this is a big issue for me right now. We're doing Entertaining Mr Sloane. I canter around onstage in my underwear for half of Act I, and there's a huge amount of sexual tension/innuendo and light physical contact. It's genuinely arousing. I've popped a semi several times already, and that's without even having an audience staring at me yet! How the hell do I not get a boner?
Worse yet, Act I ends with an actual sex scene where I'm on top of Kath and we have a lot of contact. If we all got offstage and I had a boner I think I would die on the spot.
Please help
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2024.04.29 22:24 Ultim8_Lifeform Respect Ryo Saeba (City Hunter)[Anime]

Ryo Saeba

My name is Ryo Saeba.
Cleaning up bugs who live in the city, that's what I do for a living.
My weapon is a Colt Python .357 Magnum.
The only thing I can't bring myself to shoot is the heart of a beautiful lady.
The hot piece of lead that shakes the muzzle is a one-hole-shot that brings down evil.
Someone who's already crossed me once is quiet the second time in Hell.
That's the way I do business.
Someone told me that blood, gun smoke, and the fragrance of roses suit me.
I am a sweeper of the city. People call me City Hunter.
Anyone who has spent considerable time in Tokyo, or Japan as a whole for that matter, may have heard rumors about the blackboard in Shinjuku station. They say that if you have a problem and can't go to the police, all you have to do is write a note with the letters XYZ at the end and wait for the mysterious City Hunter to come and find you. However, pretty much anyone that's done this will tell you that the City Hunter isn't exactly the man you might expect.
At the incredibly young age of three years old, Ryo Saeba was traveling with his parents when their plane crashed in a country in Central America that was in the middle of a civil war. Being the sole survivor, Ryo wandered the jungle for days until he stumbled upon a village of guerilla fighters that were battling their country's government. The guerillas would only accept warriors that could fight with them, so Ryo joined their ranks in order to survive. They taught him everything they knew about warfare until Ryo grew to be one of the most dangerous men on the battlefield. However, the government forces eventually overwhelmed them, chasing the guerillas out of the country. Now an adult, Ryo made his way to the United States and opted to become a sweeper, a mercenary/bounty hunteprivate detective that performs off the books jobs to clean up the filthy criminal underworld.
At some point, Ryo left the US and returned to his birth country of Japan, where he partnered with with ex-detective Hideyuki Makimura to form the two man group known as City Hunter. Ryo's reputation spread rapidly, becoming known as one of the most dangerous men in the criminal underworld. So what's the problem? Well, he does have one weakness: Beautiful women. Despite his upbringing, Ryo is a goofy pervert and womanizer that would only accept jobs from the prettiest women around if he had his way. For awhile, he had Makimura to keep him in check, but his partner would meet a tragic end after refusing a job from a powerful drug syndicate, giving Ryo the dying request of looking after his little sister Kaori. Initially planning to help Kaori get out of the city, Ryo was surprised to find that Kaori wanted to take her brother's place as Ryo's assistant/partner and continue the work he thought was so important. Together, they became the newest iteration of City Hunter, sweeping the streets of Japan of evil and assisting any beautiful women that requested their services.
While his methods may be questionable, rest assured that the City Hunter always sees a job through no matter what criminal organizations, serial killers, or assassins stand in his way.

Source Guide

  • City Hunter = S1E#
  • City Hunter 2 = S2E#
  • City Hunter: .357 Magnum = Mag
  • City Hunter 3 = S3E#
  • City Hunter: Bay City Wars = BCW
  • City Hunter: Million Dollar Conspiracy = MDC
  • City Hunter '91 = 91E#
  • City Hunter: Secret Service = SS
  • City Hunter: Goodbye My Sweetheart = GMS
  • City Hunter: Death of the Vicious Criminal Ryo Saeba = DVC
  • City Hunter: Shinjuku Private Eyes = SPE

Things to Know for Potential Scaling

There are two characters that Ryo scales to in a number of different ways, Umibozu and Kaori Makimura. Rather than clutter up the thread by listing their various pieces of scaling every time, that information will instead be listed here to be referenced at the reader's convenience.
Note: Ryo's more notable feats in each section will be bolded.

Strength

Hell may be a lonely place for you for a while, but I'm going to liven it up for you soon enough.
Striking
Vs Enemies
Environmental Damage
Lifting/Throwing
People
Objects
Pushing/Pulling
Blocking
Biting
Other

Speed

Showing your true colors? Fine. If you think you can shoot me, go ahead and try. But make your first shot count. If you don't, by the time you shoot the second one you'll be in Hell.
Travel
Reactions
Melee
Aim Dodging
Projectiles
Other
Combat/Attacking
Quickdraw/Shooting
Other

Agility/Mobility

Wait for me, Kasumiiiiiiii! I've come for my promised mokkori!
General Traversal
Acrobatics
Jumping
Climbing
Hanging
Swinging
Recovery
Other

Durability

NO, NO, NO! PLEASE SAVE ME! I HAVE GREAT AMBITIONS AND GOALS TO FULFILL!
That's right! Don't die, Ryo! There's so much left for you to accomplish!
Exactly! A noble ambition to make love to all the women in the world!
Blunt
Attacks From Kaori
Other
Explosive
Falling
Electrical
Endurance
Other

Gear

You, carrying that big gun, who in the hell are you?!
There's some things in this world it's safer not to know. If you plan on a long life, make sure I never see your face again.
Firearms
Other Long Ranged Weapons
Melee Weapons
Ammo
Explosives
Mobility
Espionage/Tracking/Surveillance
Vehicles
Other

Marksmanship

Who the hell are you?
I came to deliver the bill.
Bill?
For you lives.
Stationary Targets
Target Practice
Short Distance and High Precision
Long Distance
Other
Moving Targets
Humans
Enemy Weapons/Shots
Vehicles
Ryo is Moving

This Thread is Continued in the Comments Below

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2024.04.29 18:37 jjba_die-hard_fan The Squire from Axolom packer review-ish(CW:non descriptive mentions of genitalia)

I got the squire(3 in 1) from Axolom and I'm writing down my opinion of it so that hopefully it helps others.Its very soft,sorta flexible and the shaft is 3.46'' (8.8cm) so you wont have to worry about boner bulge.The harness that you can get separately on their site is also pretty damn sturdy,I can jump with my packer on and run as well.As for the others 2 functions...Well just no for peeing it doesnt have enough space to hold pee so its prone to leakage and even if you think youd have a light stream of urine I wouldn't risk getting pee on the harness or underwear.I haven't actually tried using it with someone but to put it as vaguely as I possibly can,as someone who's pre-op and has a butt I THINK there'd be no issues.I was surprised with how soft and nice to the touch it is.You can also boil it to disinfect it and you don't need to powder it.
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2024.04.26 16:44 depressohelioth Big D problem

I am a fairly well endowed guy down there, but growing up in a strict religious household, I never really thought of its significance and it wasn't something I bragged about. If anything, it has been the root of all my insecurities since I hit puberty. It looked like I was always having a boner which was something the boys at school always made fun of.
One time in the boys toilet after gym class, a friend of mine pulled my pants down as a joke and that's when they all started giving me the nickname 'Si Panjang'. I swear I could have spun that little shit's jaw if the other dudes hadn't come between us.
For the longest time in my early years as a young dude, I wore baggy pants and oversized T-Shirts just to hide it. After high school I cut contact with most of my friends due to the embarrassment of being known as that kid with a cockzilla.
I still don't go to public swimming pools these days and I don't wear shorts or sweatpants in public to avoid unwanted stares from people. I opt to always wear jeans because it makes my bulge less prominent. But that's not always the case. Whenever I'm not wearing jeans and I have to sit down, I always become very self-conscious about how my bulge looks like. Gay men have approached me randomly and started talking about it which makes me feel even the more uncomfortable and angry. Most of the time I tell them to leave me alone.
Are there any kind or brand of underwears that can make it look less obvious?
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2024.04.26 00:48 Ultim8_Lifeform Ryo Saeba Anime Draft

Ryo Saeba

My name is Ryo Saeba.
Cleaning up bugs who live in the city, that's what I do for a living.
My weapon is a Colt Python .357 Magnum.
The only thing I can't bring myself to shoot is the heart of a beautiful lady.
The hot piece of lead that shakes the muzzle is a one-hole-shot that brings down evil.
Someone who's already crossed me once is quiet the second time in Hell.
That's the way I do business.
Someone told me that blood, gun smoke, and the fragrance of roses suit me.
I am a sweeper of the city. People call me City Hunter.
Anyone who has spent considerable time in Tokyo, or Japan as a whole for that matter, may have heard rumors about the blackboard in Shinjuku station. They say that if you have a problem and can't go to the police, all you have to do is write a note with the letters XYZ at the end and wait for the mysterious City Hunter to come and find you. However, pretty much anyone that's done this will tell you that the City Hunter isn't exactly the man you might expect.
At the incredibly young age of three years old, Ryo Saeba was traveling with his parents when their plane crashed in a country in Central America that was in the middle of a civil war. Being the sole survivor, Ryo wandered the jungle for days until he stumbled upon a village of guerilla fighters that were battling their country's government. The guerilla's would only accept warriors that could fight with them, so Ryo joined their ranks in order to survive. They taught him everything they knew about warfare until Ryo grew to be one of the most dangerous men on the battlefield. However, the government forces eventually overwhelmed them, chasing the guerillas out of the country. Now an adult, Ryo made his way to the United States and opted to become a sweeper, a mercenary/bounty hunteprivate detective that performs off the books jobs to clean up the filthy criminal underworld.
At some point, Ryo left the US and returned to his birth country of Japan, where he partnered with with ex-detective Hideyuki Makimura to form the two man group known as City Hunter. Ryo's reputation spread rapidly, becoming known as one of the most dangerous men in the criminal underworld. So what's the problem? Well, he does have one weakness: Beautiful women. Despite his upbringing, Ryo is a goofy pervert and womanizer that would only accept jobs from the prettiest women around if he had his way. For awhile, he had Makimura to keep him in check, but his partner would meet a tragic end after refusing a job from a powerful drug syndicate, giving Ryo the dying request of looking after his little sister Kaori. Initially planning to help Kaori get out of the city, Ryo was surprised to find that Kaori wanted to take her brother's place as Ryo's assistant/partner and continue the work he thought was so important. Together, they became the newest iteration of City Hunter, sweeping the streets of Japan of evil and assisting any beautiful women that requested their services.
While his methods may be questionable, rest assured that the City Hunter always sees a job through no matter what criminal organizations, serial killers, or assassins stand in his way.

Source Guide

  • City Hunter = S1E#
  • City Hunter 2 = S2E#
  • City Hunter: .357 Magnum = Mag
  • City Hunter 3 = S3E#
  • City Hunter: Bay City Wars = BCW
  • City Hunter: Million Dollar Conspiracy = MDC
  • City Hunter '91 = 91E#
  • City Hunter: Secret Service = SS
  • City Hunter: Goodbye My Sweetheart = GMS
  • City Hunter: Death of the Vicious Criminal Ryo Saeba = DVC
  • City Hunter: Shinjuku Private Eyes = SPE

Things to Know for Potential Scaling

There are two characters that Ryo scales to in a number of different ways, Umibozu and Kaori Makimura. Rather than clutter up the thread by listing their various pieces of scaling every time, that information will instead be listed here to be referenced at the reader's convenience.
Note: Ryo's more notable feats in each section will be bolded.

Strength

Hell may be a lonely place for you for a while, but I'm going to liven it up for you soon enough.
Striking
Vs Enemies
Environmental Damage
Lifting/Throwing
People
Objects
Pushing/Pulling
Blocking
Biting
Other

Speed

Showing your true colors? Fine. If you think you can shoot me, go ahead and try. But make your first shot count. If you don't, by the time you shoot the second one you'll be in Hell.
Travel
Reactions
Melee
Aim Dodging
Projectiles
Other
Combat/Attacking
Quickdraw/Shooting
Other

Agility/Mobility

Wait for me, Kasumiiiiiiii! I've come for my promised mokkori!
General Traversal
Acrobatics
Jumping
Climbing
Hanging
Swinging
Recovery
Other

Durability

NO, NO, NO! PLEASE SAVE ME! I HAVE GREAT AMBITIONS AND GOALS TO FULFILL!
That's right! Don't die, Ryo! There's so much left for you to accomplish!
Exactly! A noble ambition to make love to all the women in the world!
Blunt
Attacks From Kaori
Other
Explosive
Falling
Electrical
Endurance
Other

Gear

You, carrying that big gun, who in the hell are you?!
There's some things in this world it's safer not to know. If you plan on a long life, make sure I never see your face again.
Firearms
Other Long Ranged Weapons
Melee Weapons
Ammo
Explosives
Mobility
Espionage/Tracking/Surveillance
Vehicles
Other

Marksmanship

Who the hell are you?
I came to deliver the bill.
Bill?
For you lives.
Stationary Targets
Target Practice
Short Distance and High Precision
Long Distance
Other
Moving Targets
Humans
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2024.04.20 04:46 Tall-Bumblebee5267 Would these count as nudes

Hi, so a couple days ago I (16) sent two pics to a girl (18) I know and am close with. I very much know not to send nudes and I’m not goin to, but one of the pics is me in my underwear pointed at my back. The second one is me with my phone over my face and a mirror pic of me in my underwear again. I’m not posing or anything but the second one I did have a boner in and I wasn’t thinking straight. I know I was an idiot but I just want to know if they counted as nudes for things like CP. Thanks Also, i deleted them before she saw them but I know they are still somewhere on the internet.
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2024.04.19 20:19 Dear-Preparation-876 AITA for calling out someone's lies?

I am in a love triangle, where I am one of two boyfriends to a beautiful girl. The other guy is a friend from high school. The girl is someone we both met at a cafe. We have both been dating the same girl because can't decide on who she wants.
During a recent date, all 3 of us went to watch a movie then walked through a mall.
We passed by a jewelry store. The other guy commented to our girl "You deserve the best so pick anything you want and I'll buy it for you.". He looked at me and said "We can split the cost if you agree." He knew I didn't have much spending money. He was putting me on the spot. Of course, I refused. He laughed and said "Maybe, next time." I felt embarrassed but I tried not lose my composure.
Later, we went inside one of the clothing stores and ended up in the men's underwear section. After looking at some of the displays, our girl flirted with us saying "You know, I never understood the appeal of boxer briefs. They always looked so ugly just like briefs. I have good taste in men so I'm sure you two wear boxers." (I knew the other guy did not wear boxers at all. He tried to wear them in high school for a week, but he stopped. He said the boxers kept giving him unwanted boners. He went back to his briefs.)
I flirted back to our girl and said "I sure do" and pulled out just a little bit of the waistband of my boxers to show her. I turned to look at the other guy to put him on the spot. I think I got him since he had a "deer caught in the headlights" look. He lied and said "I wear boxer shorts. I just don't want to publicly expose myself right now." Then, he points at me saying "Besides he's lying. He only showed you the waistband." I said "Briefs and boxer briefs don't have fabric covered waistbands." He then reversed the challenge and asked me to "Prove it." He probably thought I wouldn't be able to, but I was able to think of a way. I said "Once I prove I am wearing boxer shorts then you have to prove you are wearing boxer shorts." He said "Sure. No problem."
So, I got a pair of pants from one of the racks and asked our girl to follow me into one of the fitting rooms. Once inside the fitting room, I took off my pants and I showed her I was wearing boxer shorts. Now, it was the other guy's turn. He said "Fine." I thought he would walk off somewhere while our girl and I was in the fitting room or try to talk his way out of it again. He got a pair of pants and went into one of the fitting rooms with our girl. A few minutes later I heard our girl laughing so loud. I saw them walking out of the fitting room. The other guy had an embarrassed look on his face while our girl was still chuckling.
When the date was over and our girl went home, he said I should not have acted that way about him not wearing boxer shorts. Am I the asshole for calling out the other guy's lies about himself and me?
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2024.04.18 04:30 ALittleSlow57 I tried to use Tool to stop getting laid. It didn't work.

I always had and still have a lot of sex and it's so fucking exhausting. So one day I had enough because it was super tiring my ass was completely red and my balls were shriveled from coming so much. The day after I decided the only way to stop having sex was to openly be a Tool fan, I was in line at a store singing Sober and the man behind me complimented me and said it was one of his favorite songs, also commenting on how I looked and sounded exactly like Maynard. Thinking I just met a plain new pal, I engaged him in conversation and he followed me all the way into the parking lot and to my car. He asked if I wanted to grab some drinks and I said sure since drinking always took away the pain in my ass. We went to a shitty bar and got wasted, I tried to be pretentous talking about Tool the entire time, with the hope that he would explain how he was just a casual Tool listener, and think I was insane as he retracted his previous statement about Sober being one of his favorite songs before leaving. He didn't. He instead asked at the end of the night if I wanted to go home with him. I was drunk and thought he as just asking if I wanted to have a sleepover so I said yes. Skip to when we arrived at his shitty apartment, he immediately turned on the beginning Ænima at full blast. I couldn't help but sing the entirety of Stinkfist perfectly. He said the way I sung was incredible and invited me into his bedroom to check out his Tool vinyl collection. It was filthy and smelled like shit which oddly aroused me. He then asked if I wanted to fuck, and I quickly regained clarity enough to realize what was happening, making aggressive attempts at killing my own boner and thinking of how to get out of there. He had a wooden foot he could detach so I said, "Only if you fuck me with your stump" intent on turning him off and having him kick me out. It didn't work. Long sex story short, I liked it. Then he started telling me all about how he revolves his life around Tool, becoming extremely pretentious, even more than I thought I was. Then at the end he insulted me, saying he wishes he could have fucked the real "Daddy Maynard". This is when I learned my fans are insufferable retards. Anyway, to this day I still have excessive sex, I can't wear normal pants or underwear because it just hurts(you'd like my nerves would be dead by now but unfortunately that isn't the case), and I have to take two pillows with me everywhere I go.
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2024.04.17 07:19 Fearless-Walk3300 Am I damaging my penis m 14

Puberty is causing me to get random boners constantly even if I don’t think about anything sexual. When it happens my penis sometimes hurt because of there not being any room in my underwear and I can’t adjust it if I’m in public or something. Idk if I’m damaging my penis or how I can stop this, any advice?
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2024.04.11 19:39 4teenandawkward 14m worried about my ways of nutting

I am a 14 year old teen and worries about how I nut. About a year ago I was in bed laying on my stomach and felt this good feeling in my penis. As I switched positions it still felt good so I tried recreating the movement of having sex. And voila I nutted. Been a habit ever since and I feel like it’s humping and probably is. As other boys my age masturbate with their hands it feels weird to be different. I haven’t told anybody about it. I have searched it on the web and some say that it’s bad to do it since it can damage your penis and cause not the get a boner when having real sex since only being used to the bed. Also I do it with underwear on so not naked. I’m scared that I’m the only one doing this and once reached out on reddit but got banned?? Anyways been thinking about this for long and I admit that I am addicted and do it sometimes more than once a day. And have been thinking to quit it completely for good.
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2024.04.05 18:05 brownbatfalls Was I actually sexually abused growing up?

TW: mentions of physical, verbal, and emotional abuse / description of (possibly?) sexual abuse
I'm a 16 year old from the UK and when I was 14 I decided to cut my dad out of my life. My mum and dad have always been separated and were never married, they've been separated since I was 2 so I grew up going between households every other weekend, sometimes for weeks in the holidays. I have always lived with my mum though, it was my dad I visited.
I know solidly that he was physically and emotionally abusive. He's a huge misogynist who has expressed his expectation for me to pretty much get into a hooker lifestyle at clubs by 15 and give him grandchildren. I've met with him a couple of times since I cut him off (mostly because being a teenager without your dad hurts a lot even if he's a dick, so you want that figure back in your life), and he's pretty interested it seems in my relationship status and has even hinted towards my sexual life. He even asked me once if I was 'at the point yet where I'm going to the nightclubs and getting all of the older men's attention'.
I'm not going back to him now or ever, because especially now that I have my (amazing) stepdad, I can see what a disgusting human being he is. Weirdly though the physical and emotional/mental abuse doesn't even phase me. I don't really feel much towards it now, and I don't mean that in a 'bottled up' way, I just feel over it. But all day, every single day all I can think about is the other bits. I don't know if I would necessarily call it sexual abuse. The few people I have fully opened up to about what happened have said I was molested/sexually abused, but I don't want to claim that label as I was never raped or properly assaulted (like fingering or something I don't know). I think that's partly why it hurts so much every day - because I feel isolated. Like I'm in some weird nameless grey area. Imagine there's a spectrum; at one end there's rape/molestation, and at the other there's nothing, and I feel like I'm somewhere in the middle. I don't know, maybe it's not really a grey area? A pretty decent part of me thinks that the people I have spoke to are right, but an equally big part of me insists that I'm making it sexual and he did it totally innocent and I'm just being too 'PC' or something. I don't know. I'm rambling anyway, I need to describe some stuff that happened.
When I used to stay over at his, I can't remember a time before I was 13 (when I decided to change things) when I didn't sleep in his bed with him. I had a room and bed and everything, but i never slept in it, it was always with him. He would often sleep in just his underwear and spoon me in his bed. Sometimes I was the big spoon. I remember that I would wake up sometimes and he would not be wearing his pants anymore, totally naked under the duvet, and I'd ask where his pants went and he'd say he must've kicked them off in his sleep or that he was too hot in the night or something. Then, before I fell asleep sometimes, he'd say how I couldn't go round telling my teachers and friends that I was sleeping in the same bed as him, because in his words 'Daddy will get locked away, and you'll be taken away from me.' At the time, being a little girl, I thought it was a stupid idea because it seemed perfectly innocent in my head, but now I'm older. He never did rape me or do anything (I don't think - part of what haunts me is this sickening feeling that something DID happen, which I don't feel entitled to, because I have no memories of anything happening), but as young as 8 or 9 I was waking up in his bed in the morning and my heart would be going a million miles per hour because I'd dreamt he was raping me. I still have those dreams now, in my own bed, but they're rare (thank god). I don't know if I'd rely on it as a solid memory, because it's more like I can 'remember' it somatically (but the room might have just been dark), but I think I can remember at least once waking up in the night and feeling something pushing between my legs from behind that now I feel very certain could have been a boner, if it happened at all. And then I just KNEW that it was bad, and moved away from him in his double bed and waited until he turned over to try and go back to sleep.
When I was little he constantly spoiled me rotten, which I absolutely loved and used to brag to my friends about, but it feels wrong now that I question things more. He insisted on bathing me until I was 10 and my mum told him that I needed to be washing myself, and even then, until I started shutting the door (which he wasn't pleased about as it jammed a lot when shut) at about 14, he would often stand in the doorway while I showered and watch me. I know he was looking. Hell, after he would bathe me when I was little and he'd finished drying my hair, we had this thing where I would stand up in front of him without my towel on and let him dry my body with the hairdryer. I loved it at the time and I'd laugh, but I can still remember him saying 'show Daddy your bits!' and then waiting for me to spread my legs for him to blow the hairdryer at my crotch, and I think he'd stare for way too long. But I mean obviously a 6 year old doesn't question it.
Boundaries never fucking existed. When I was about 10 and I had started to realise what I was and wasn't okay with, I remember doing some googling and trying to find solutions on forums to tell my dad to stop groping me, stroking the inside of my legs, cupping my chest or smacking my butt when I walked up the stairs (this has actually made me so scared of walking in front of people on stairs now). Obviously, all the forums said how I should just lay down my boundaries, and it was 'guaranteed to make it stop'. Obviously it didn't stop. I tried 'laying down my boundaries' several times with him. The first time, we'd just got into his car and I think he'd briefly touched me in one of the listed ways just before, so when he put his seatbelt on, I told him what I didn't like him doing, and I told him that it made me uncomfortable. He LAUGHED at me and said something like, 'Oh, monkey brains! But Daddy likes it! You really are a daft head sometimes, eh?' WHILE he put his hand in between my thighs like I'd JUST said I hated. I didn't say anything back because I was beyond confused and kind of betrayed as to why it didn't work, because the forums were wrong.
He'd always make sexual jokes, which I guess might have been funny and appropriate when I was older, but even I struggle to see how it's okay to point and laugh, saying that an illustration of a frog sitting on Mrs. Twit's head looks like he's 'fucking her face' during bed time reading. I mean I laughed too because at the time I thought he was amazing. Everyone knows how dirty 9-10 year old humour can be. I loved that he wasn't like other adults, because he would joke about things that other adults wouldn't. Quite often actually he'd just waltz around the house naked. A few times he'd knock on my bedroom door when I was little and he'd just be standing there naked, talking to me normally. Obviously I was mortified.
When I was 13 I bought my first skirt. I was experimenting with clothes and figuring out what kind of outfits I was most comfortable in. It was kind of short, but he could've tried to hide how he was looking. I asked him what he thought and he never once looked at my eyes, his eyes were just on my butt and he was smirking, nodding slowly.
I can remember when I was 11 I was sat on his lap (I've always been clingy, physical affection is my main love language) and I quickly became very aware that he had an erection, so I froze. Literally felt my stomach drop. I know that men can get erections for really fucking random reasons that aren't sexual at all, but I turned around and looked at him and he was already looking at me with a really creepy smirk again, nodding slowly up and down. After a minute of being frozen I went upstairs and shut myself in my room in shock.
After I learned that he wouldn't listen to my boundaries at about 10 or 11, I decided the alternative was to shut myself in my bedroom all day every day until it was time for me to go back home to my mum, besides when I ate of course. But since I was born I've been attached to my dad, so it was painful for me. When I was about 13 I started trying to make myself spend more time with him, and told myself I was being silly because I knew I needed that physical affection from him (hugs etc.). What used to be little pecks on the cheeks were suddenly awkwardly long kisses to my neck, that I was too scared to protest about. He actually kissed me on my lips until I was 6 or 7, because my mum told him to stop. Not that long before I cut him off actually, at about 14, when I'd come down for us to eat our food in the living room he'd put these movies on that were pretty much porn, and then he'd get angry at me for not wanting to look at the TV, saying 'I put this on for you!'
He always sang love songs to me, which I found irritating. He constantly would lecture me on how I wasn't allowed a boyfriend until I was at least 40, because I was 'his', and 'Daddy's girl'.
All throughout my childhood, I can remember so many time where I would be sat in my bed and staring up at the ceiling, overthinking whatever small thing he'd done that day, and there was always a strong background fear saying 'if I don't get out before I'm 14, 16, maybe even 18, will he have sex with me?'
When I was 13 (nearly 14), he was dropping me off at my mum's after I'd been to his for the weekend, and I remember untying my shoelaces on the stairs, Our dog, Luna ran over to him and rolled over for belly scratches and he gave them to her, before looking at at me with a smirk and saying 'I wish you'd come and roll over like this for me so that I could stroke your belly'. I was disturbed and let it show, which he laughed at (again).
I don't remember anything besides the odd splash of physical/verbal abuse from him before I was 12. Everything with him is blank, which terrifies me considering everything. Also the dreams, and the unjustified feeling that something did happen. I know I'll probably never find out or know. When I was 6 or something I always had a mystery burning when I peed, which my mum said was because I didn't know how to wipe properly. Maybe it was that, maybe I'm blowing everything out of proportion, but I can't help but think.
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2024.04.05 18:00 brownbatfalls Was I actually sexually abused growing up or...?

I'm a 16 year old from the UK and when I was 14 I decided to cut my dad out of my life. My mum and dad have always been separated and were never married, they've been separated since I was 2 so I grew up going being households every other weekend, sometimes for weeks in the holidays. I have always lived with my mum though, it was my dad I visited.
I know solidly that he was physically and emotionally abusive. He's a huge misogynist who has expressed his expectation for me to pretty much get into a hooker lifestyle at clubs by 15 and give him grandchildren. I've met with him a couple of times since I cut him off (mostly because being a teenager without your dad hurts a lot even if he's a dick, so you want that figure back in your life), and he's pretty interested it seems in my relationship status and has even hinted towards my sexual life. He even asked me once if I was 'at the point yet where I'm going to the nightclubs and getting all of the older men's attention'.
I'm not going back to him now or ever, because especially now that I have my (amazing) stepdad, I can see what a disgusting human being he is. Weirdly though the physical and emotional/mental abuse doesn't even phase me. I don't really feel much towards it now, and I don't mean that in a 'bottled up' way, I just feel over it. But all day, every single day all I can think about is the other bits. I don't know if I would necessarily call it sexual abuse. The few people I have fully opened up to about what happened have said I was molested/sexually abused, but I don't want to claim that label as I was never raped or properly assaulted (like fingering or something I don't know). I think that's partly why it hurts so much every day - because I feel isolated. Like I'm in some weird nameless grey area. Imagine there's a spectrum; at one end there's rape/molestation, and at the other there's nothing, and I feel like I'm somewhere in the middle. I don't know, maybe it's not really a grey area? A pretty decent part of me thinks that the people I have spoke to are right, but an equally big part of me insists that I'm making it sexual and he did it totally innocent and I'm just being too 'PC' or something. I don't know. I'm rambling anyway, I need to describe some stuff that happened.
When I used to stay over at his, I can't remember a time before I was 13 (when I decided to change things) when I didn't sleep in his bed with him. I had a room and bed and everything, but i never slept in it, it was always with him. He would often sleep in just his underwear and spoon me in his bed. Sometimes I was the big spoon. I remember that I would wake up sometimes and he would not be wearing his pants anymore, totally naked under the duvet, and I'd ask where his pants went and he'd say he must've kicked them off in his sleep or that he was too hot in the night or something. Then, before I fell asleep sometimes, he'd say how I couldn't go round telling my teachers and friends that I was sleeping in the same bed as him, because in his words 'Daddy will get locked away, and you'll be taken away from me.' At the time, being a little girl, I thought it was a stupid idea because it seemed perfectly innocent in my head, but now I'm older. He never did rape me or do anything (I don't think - part of what haunts me is this sickening feeling that something DID happen, which I don't feel entitled to, because I have no memories of anything happening), but as young as 8 or 9 I was waking up in his bed in the morning and my heart would be going a million miles per hour because I'd dreamt he was raping me. I still have those dreams now, in my own bed, but they're rare (thank god). I don't know if I'd rely on it as a solid memory, because it's more like I can 'remember' it somatically (but the room might have just been dark), but I think I can remember at least once and feeling something pushing between my legs from behind that now I feel very certain could have been a boner, if it happened at all. And then I just KNEW that it was bad, and moved away from him in his double bed and waited until he turned over to try and go back to sleep.
When I was little he constantly spoiled me rotten, which I absolutely loved and used to brag to my friends about, but it feels wrong now that I question things more. He insisted on bathing me until I was 10 and my mum told him that I needed to be washing myself, and even then, until I started shutting the door (which he wasn't pleased about as it jammed a lot when shut) at about 14, he would often stand in the doorway while I showered and watch me. I know he was looking. Hell, after he would bathe me when I was little and he'd finished drying my hair, we had this thing where I would stand up in front of him without my towel on and let him dry my body with the hairdryer. I loved it at the time and I'd laugh, but I can still remember him saying 'show Daddy your bits!' and then waiting for me to spread my legs for him to blow the hairdryer at my crotch, and I think he'd stare for way too long. But I mean obviously a 6 year old doesn't question it.
Boundaries never fucking existed. When I was about 10 and I had started to realise what I was and wasn't okay with, I remember doing some googling and trying to find solutions on forums to tell my dad to stop groping me, stroking the inside of my legs, cupping my chest or smacking my butt when I walked up the stairs (this has actually made me so scared of walking in front of people on stairs now). Obviously, all the forums said how I should just lay down my boundaries, and it was 'guaranteed to make it stop'. Obviously it didn't stop. I tried 'laying down my boundaries' several times with him. The first time, we'd just got into his car and I think he'd briefly touched me in one of the listed ways just before, so when he put his seatbelt on, I told him what I didn't like him doing, and I told him that it made me uncomfortable. He LAUGHED at me and said something like, 'Oh, monkey brains! But Daddy likes it! You really are a daft head sometimes, eh?' WHILE he put his hand in between my thighs like I'd JUST said I hated. I didn't say anything back because I was beyond confused and kind of betrayed as to why it didn't work, because the forums were wrong.
He'd always make sexual jokes, which I guess might have been funny and appropriate when I was older, but even I struggle to see how it's okay to point and laugh, saying that an illustration of a frog sitting on Mrs. Twit's head looks like he's 'fucking her face' during bed time reading. I mean I laughed too because at the time I thought he was amazing. Everyone knows how dirty 9-10 year old humour can be. I loved that he wasn't like other adults, because he would joke about things that other adults wouldn't. Quite often actually he'd just waltz around the house naked. A few times he'd knock on my bedroom door when I was little and he'd just be standing there naked, talking to me normally. Obviously I was mortified.
When I was 13 I bought my first skirt. I was experimenting with clothes and figuring out what kind of outfits I was most comfortable in. It was kind of short, but he could've tried to hide how he was looking. I asked him what he thought and he never once looked at my eyes, his eyes were just on my butt and he was smirking, nodding slowly.
I can remember when I was 11 I was sat on his lap (I've always been clingy, physical affection is my main love language) and I quickly became very aware that he had an erection, so I froze. Literally felt my stomach drop. I know that men can get erections for really fucking random reasons that aren't sexual at all, but I turned around and looked at him and he was already looking at me with a really creepy smirk again, nodding slowly up and down. After a minute of being frozen I went upstairs and shut myself in my room in shock.
After I learned that he wouldn't listen to my boundaries at about 10 or 11, I decided the alternative was to shut myself in my bedroom all day every day until it was time for me to go back home to my mum, besides when I ate of course. But since I was born I've been attached to my dad, so it was painful for me. When I was about 13 I started trying to make myself spend more time with him, and told myself I was being silly because I knew I needed that physical affection from him (hugs etc.). What used to be little pecks on the cheeks were suddenly awkwardly long kisses to my neck, that I was too scared to protest about. He actually kissed me on my lips until I was 6 or 7, because my mum told him to stop. Not that long before I cut him off actually, at about 14, when I'd come down for us to eat our food in the living room he'd put these movies on that were pretty much porn, and then he'd get angry at me for not wanting to look at the TV, saying 'I put this on for you!'
He always sang love songs to me, which I found irritating. He constantly would lecture me on how I wasn't allowed a boyfriend until I was at least 40, because I was 'his', and 'Daddy's girl'.
All throughout my childhood, I can remember so many time where I would be sat in my bed and staring up at the ceiling, overthinking whatever small thing he'd done that day, and there was always a strong background fear saying 'if I don't get out before I'm 14, 16, maybe even 18, will he have sex with me?'
When I was 13 (nearly 14), he was dropping me off at my mum's after I'd been to his for the weekend, and I remember untying my shoelaces on the stairs, Our dog, Luna ran over to him and rolled over for belly scratches and he gave them to her, before looking at at me with a smirk and saying 'I wish you'd come and roll over like this for me so that I could stroke your belly'. I was disturbed and let it show, which he laughed at (again).
I don't remember anything besides the odd splash of physical/verbal abuse from him before I was 12. Everything with him is blank, which terrifies me considering everything. Also the dreams, and the unjustified feeling that something did happen. I know I'll probably never find out or know. When I was 6 or something I always had a mystery burning when I peed, which my mum said was because I didn't know how to wipe properly. Maybe it was that, maybe I'm blowing everything out of proportion, but I can't help but think.
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2024.04.05 16:07 Routine_Raspberry281 need legal advice

*SA trigger warning *
im a 22F and when i was 12-16, i would go to my grandparents house after school everyday. i dont really want to get into too much detail, but my moms step dad would come into the room i would go to once i got home from school, close the door and ask me to pull down my pants every day to see my underwear. and i would proceed to show him, i dont know why, i think i was scared. if i didnt, he would say “why am i being so bashful?” this went on everyday for 4-5 years. he would also spank me lightly too. then one time i was being a dummy and decided to masturbate in a room i thought was private at their house (ik its dumb, i was a horny teenager idk) and he caught me, he pulled up the sheets to see exactly what i was doing and then asked me to continue, and i did. again i dont know why, i think i just submitted to the fear and pressure in the moment. then he proceeded to show me his boner he got from watching me. i was maybe 16. after that, he never really asked to see my underwear again, but would still make inappropriate comments. and anytime he sees me now, he still makes inappropriate comments.
i want to take legal measures against him but idk how. he never penetrated me. i have zero proof of any of this happening.
any advice on what to do?
in texas btw
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2024.03.30 06:22 AdTrick7283 I got a boner in front of my crush.

I met my crush when I was in middle-school. I was 10 and she was 11. When I set eyes on her, I knew that she was the one for me. Her reflective skin was like gold waiting to be rubbed and loved. Her luminous eyes were like marbles designed for gazers. Her hair was like a sari, but as soft as silk, waiting to infatuate onlookers who fall in its honey-sweet trap. An example of the above is me.
However, I never approached her in 5 years. When I was 10, this feeling was unknown to my frontal lobes. However, why the time I was 11, the pandemic was in full swing. When I was 12, I thought that I was too cool and mature to fall in love. When I was 13 and 14 I was too stressed by the Indian Certificate of Secondary Education to fall in love. However, I would win her this year, without fail.
Therefore, I approached her. My heart was palpitating, akin to a drummer beating his drums. It felt as if an animal was suffocating me. However, I calmed down, which stopped this feeling. However, as if the animal had locomoted to my penis, my testosterone, progesterone, oxytocin, and vasopressin, filled my bloodstream, making my penis erect. When my penis gets erect, it expands in size. This time, I was so nervous that it expanded faster and greater than it typically does.
I heard a rip. Suddenly, I felt a wave of fresh air in the area where my groins belong. There was a bright light behind me, which caused me to have a clear view my shadow. When I looked at it, I saw my massive penis protuding out of my pants. Which the shocking realisation that my penis had grown to big that it had caused both my pants and my underwear to rip open, I ran away in shame.
I went to the restroom and covered it with toilet paper, and then silently boarded the bus and went home. Luckily, my family was outside the house, which caused my crush and I to be the only witnesses of my situation. My pants and underwear were ripped open, which would cause my parents to question me. They would scold me if they found out that I got a boner. Moreso, I fear that my crush would make fun of me.
What do I do?
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2024.03.30 06:21 AdTrick7283 I got a boner in front of my crush.

I met my crush when I was in middle-school. I was 10 and she was 11. When I set eyes on her, I knew that she was the one for me. Her reflective skin was like gold waiting to be rubbed and loved. Her luminous eyes were like marbles designed for gazers. Her hair was like a sari, but as soft as silk, waiting to infatuate onlookers who fall in its honey-sweet trap. An example of the above is me.
However, I never approached her in 5 years. When I was 10, this feeling was unknown to my frontal lobes. However, why the time I was 11, the pandemic was in full swing. When I was 12, I thought that I was too cool and mature to fall in love. When I was 13 and 14 I was too stressed by the Indian Certificate of Secondary Education to fall in love. However, I would win her this year, without fail.
Therefore, I approached her. My heart was palpitating, akin to a drummer beating his drums. It felt as if an animal was suffocating me. However, I calmed down, which stopped this feeling. However, as if the animal had locomoted to my penis, my testosterone, progesterone, oxytocin, and vasopressin, filled my bloodstream, making my penis erect. When my penis gets erect, it expands in size. This time, I was so nervous that it expanded faster and greater than it typically does.
I heard a rip. Suddenly, I felt a wave of fresh air in the area where my groins belong. There was a bright light behind me, which caused me to have a clear view my shadow. When I looked at it, I saw my massive penis protuding out of my pants. Which the shocking realisation that my penis had grown to big that it had caused both my pants and my underwear to rip open, I ran away in shame.
I went to the restroom and covered it with toilet paper, and then silently boarded the bus and went home. Luckily, my family was outside the house, which caused my crush and I to be the only witnesses of my situation. My pants and underwear were ripped open, which would cause my parents to question me. They would scold me if they found out that I got a boner. Moreso, I fear that my crush would make fun of me.
What do I do?
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2024.03.30 04:00 That_Demon_Nicholazz My Online dating experience is messed up! Any advice to this?

I matched up with a guy online and we talked about stuff, your typical first conversation with a stranger online = Awkward. The conversation lasted for like an hour maybe? Then after that we didn't bother to talk to each other then.
(My Reason) I was overthinking that I might have been too awkward during the chat and thought that perhaps he didn't like me so I just aborted to engage it, but I really do wanted to chat more.
After a few weeks had passed, I once again opened the app to check for possible matches and I just couldn't help but to again go to the guy's bio and just look at his picture because I find him uniquely attractive and such then i remember that I had his user in Instagram. It took me a whole day to gain the courage to follow him...Surprisingly I got an instant follow back from his account and his other account, Burst out of excitement I felt satisfied.
Day 1: It was about a day when I posted a note with which he responded. Then we started to chat and gave each others context of the sudden silence in the other other, this conversation lasted for like a whole day, turns out we had alot of similarities and such. This person made me feel something like I were unique as well I felt confidence and became comfortable because our vibe was matching up real quick. Im an open minded person about anything and we got comfortable with talking about sex and other different topic, we got really close and sweet to each other.we chatted about our sex life and yep, we're both kinky. He's a bottom who had already gotten his D eaten while me a Virgin, I shared to him a story about someone that tried to invite me to cuddle in his condo but i rejected it. I said to the guy "the condoms I bought were nice though" then he responded with "this might be a bad idea but do you want to try it with me?" To which I responded with "well I won't deny that offer, but perhaps someday cuz i aint ready." He responded with "yeah not right now let's be good friends for now". Although that offer did turn me on that time, It was quarter to 2am in the morning when we both said goodbye.
Day 2:"Looking forward to our long lasting friendship"
I was really excited to wake up and chat with him again, surprisingly I woke up with texts from him, my morning had never been this exciting and amazing. This time things were more intense for me. Well we got comfy so he sent a half torso selfie of him, and damn he was Hella cute and breedable ngl, after that he tild me to send a pic of mine as well which includes the torso and nips. I wasn't that insecure about show parts of my body but he was really persistent on making me take a pic and send it to him. I felt extremely pressured that time, I kept hinting that I'm not comfortable with what he wants. He then said stuff about how he's open and positive about things and want to keep things fair cuz he sent his and said nice compliments about me such cute and attractive (which is suspect is gaslight). I sent him an image and yeah he rejoiced, I wasn't really happy with that idea. Then we just joke about it and everything such a we masturbated on each others picture and shit. He said he did but idk if he really did. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I has never done such things before and i didn't expect I'd do it for the satifaction of a random guy i met online just a day ago, he seemed really happy and i did too because od the compliments. We started texting from morning until overnight and stopped at quarter to 1am.
Day 3: Woke up in the afternoon again for the third time, he was active and I initiated the chat, he got to know more of my background in life, after a few hours we both stopped texting to take a nap because of the extreme heat of the weather. Then during the mid evening we again did naughty talkings revealing our first intention to each other of why we swiped right. He thought I looked hot and I thought he Looks really cute, he admitted that his first intention was to get topped by me and we'll I guess I thought if that too but we said that we seem better as friends but closer. He seemed the last day he sent a boner pic, he really likes to masturbate (I do as well but not often). He ask me then to take a picture of mine, I wasn't insecure ABT my size so im confident but during that time i wasnt in the mood to be turned on, he thought of ways to turn me on and even sent a moaning audio. But it didnt do anything, instead I just grab my D with my underwear on and took a picture of it with pubes cuz he really seem to like them and serves as compensation.
After I sent the picture, we did a bit of complimenting to each other and chatted about what to do when we meet and our D sizes until our replies get dry, our conversation ended about 3:10 in the morning. I also didn't react an emoji to his Goodnight.
(I don't really craves any sexual things from him I just wanted to hangout I felt rushed by his actions on wanting me to fuck him in his School bathroom and A bunch of BJ but me I wanted to start slow and have no sexual intercourse involving around us)
Day 4: I woke up early but to check on him (he's active) I didn't have the energy to talk to him at the moment after last night. I wanted him to chat first and so I waited but he didn't reply. I initiated the conversation again to say "hi" and such he seemed busy so I let him off for the whole day.
Day5: Current I woke up early for my morning 4:30, he sent a message saying "he just wanted to say goodnight and all" (I thought that just maybe he just want to not be rude). Before I go jogging we had a small chat then it ended quickly. After I jog I sent him an audio recording of me jogging he liked it I guess.
My thoughts rn:
Perhaps I'm just overthinking too much am I? I wasn't just used for satisfaction right? What could have I done in those moments?
I felt so disappointed at myself for being delusional and thinking that I might actually find someone decent online who doesn't crave for sex....all I wanted is to hug someone and spend quality time with them..
I don't know what to do...I thought he'd be the reason and the key to stop myself from being sad and self harming.
I need advice....I'm too hesitant to approach people about my thoughts and feelings cuz theirs matter to me at first and I don't understand myself rn....
I feel so messed up and disarranged I kind of regret send and exposing my body to him. I regret opening up my thoughts and everything..
I was too dumb to thought that "maybe I'm the only guy he's talking to"
I even called him a "green flag" wait no "A WHOLE FUCKING FOREST"
That's it...
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2024.03.29 00:02 brucethewind Insecure about my dick being little bit curve

So, my dick is slightly curve throughout my life. I believe that I had a straight dick but I think I got a boner pretty early in my life(around 8) and my dick kept pressing into my underwear and that is how my dick is slightly curve. It kind of gets uncomfortable adjusting my curve dick (since my dick is 6.5 inches and wide). Also, I did circumcision when I was like 19 because I had phimosis and it actually helped a lot with cleaning and jerking off. I am now 27 and I feel insecure about it because I seen many porn and all dicks are mostly straight. I don't know if I should get a procedure for it to make it straight(if there even is one) but for people with curve dicks, do you also feel insecure about it?

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2024.03.27 18:22 BasilBulky168 My College Roomate Gasses me out

My roomate (M18) caught on to my fart fetish (M18) after we moved in together for college. Let me explain.
We have always have a tease and annoy kind of relationship, that started in High School. He was seemingly heterosexual at first until in our room he started to notice me always getting aroused when he would make the room stink like eggs. He started feeding in to it.
There are too many stories to tell so I’ll talk about The Best Day Ever. we were across from each other in our room, on our twin sized beds. He was looking very handsome and in good shape now days from playing basketball everyday. So his butt was really plump and he had abs. Before he came back to our room, in order to replenish his energy after a long sweaty day, he ate a whole personal pizza for dinner.
Like I said, we were chilling on opposite sides of the room when I heard a hissing sound come from my Roomate’s side of the room. As you all know, the best smelling farts travel very slowly through air. I watched my Roomate in disbelief when he layed on his side, bent his knees into a comfortable position, propped himself on his elbow and scrolled through his phone like he didn’t just fart. Then I seen him push and another “HHFFFFFFF” sound. Then after some time, “HFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF”. 5 minutes later “HFFFF… HFFFFFFFFFFFF”. My heart was RACING because I loved silent farts the most from him. They were more likely to be sulfurous.
The room start smelling like the outdoors, sweat, and a sweetish sulfur after burn.
He said his stomach was really gassy right now And I asked if I could try feeling the gust of wind on my hand the next time he farts. To which he had no objections. He explained to me that the pizza had given him the worst lactose intolerance farts at this time.
I went to his side of the room, and the smell was only intensified. I was raging with a boner by this time but it didn’t attract attention. Still on his side, he untied his sweatpants waist string then pulled his underwear past his butt cheeks which were looking very sweaty and hairy, and without looking up a silent breeze blew from between his cheeks, which I was able to feel run into my palm and blow between my fingers. Every couple of minutes more and more air escaped his body.
For an entire hour I was loitering on his side of the room near his butt waiting for fart after fart. I was practically all out of precum. Over the hour, he had eventually changed to a position laying on his stomach underwear back up, but sweat pants still past his butt. His farts became more audible and somehow even more STINKY. Oh my goodness. I LOOOOVVED this day…. I loved how comfortable he was farting around me.
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