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We usually don't post stories about specific shows and such, but since I'm hoping to attend this one, and it will be a continent I've never been, I thought folks would like to know that Linux.conf.au is going to be happening February 6-9, in Brisbane, Australia. They've got the call for papers up and everything -- hope to see you there.
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See ya there hemos! ;D
Will there be free beer?
It seems pretty strange that they called themselves linux.conf.au when they didn't even get 'linux.conf.au' (it's possible to get .conf.au for free.)
Aye, I'm a picky bastard, alright.
Where would you rather go?
(a) LinuxConf.Auor
(b) MareSex.Aubut I haven't read slapcock in awhile, just couldn't resist the urge to say NATALIE PORTMAN NAKED AND PETRIFIED, thanks.
When you start to feel like you are a continent you may have to go on a diet...
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
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I didn't quite know what to expect nor exactly what would happen. How I
... uh ... you know CmdrTaco. He always needs a little
..."
..."
let JonKatz talk me into going to this party I'll never know. But then
again, JonKatz made the circuit of several parties, or should I say,
orgies? Curiousity got the best of me and I gave into JonKatz the way I
always did in the end. JonKatz could be so persuasive.
"Just relax, CmdrTaco. Chill." JonKatz said, as we headed towards the front
door of Hemos and timothy's house. "I promise you'll have a great time.
Alot of hunky dudes will be here and you just might find a guy who
shares your particular interest!"
"What's that supposed to mean, JonKatz?"
Under cover of night, JonKatz took my hand in his and slid it down the back
of his cut off jeans. I could feel JonKatz guiding my hand and fingers
over the ample mounds of his ass and into his warm, sweaty trench.
"That's what I'm talking about, CmdrTaco!" JonKatz seemingly cooed, as he
bucked his asshole onto my finger.
JonKatz's hole felt good. Damn good! It was so moist and juicy. Just
touching it, despite JonKatz's gyrations, caused my cock to stir and spring
to life.
"Now smell your finger, CmdrTaco." JonKatz purred.
Relunctly, I withdrew my finger from JonKatz's butthole and brought it
under my nose.
"Damn!" I whispered, taking a deep whiff.
The ripe aroma from JonKatz's manhole on my finger swirled up my nostrils.
It was an odor I had come to love and found it to be, not only sensual,
but intoxicating as well.
JonKatz knew how much I enjoyed and was turned on by the natural aroma of a
man's ass. It was a dark secret, among others, that JonKatz finally got
out of me.
Upon revealing this secret to JonKatz, of what made me tick, JonKatz made sure
that whenever the two of us got together and one thing led to another,
with each encounter, his ass was always riper than on the previous
occassion. Much to my delight and my desire for more.
JonKatz, it seems, was only biding his time. Waiting for the right moment,
after prolonged teasing, to give me what he probably sensed, what I
craved but had as of yet not verbalized.
"There'll be plenty of that inside!" JonKatz rasped, inclining his head
toward mine and taking a whiff of my finger.
Pursing his full lips, JonKatz kissed me as he rang the doorbell.
Chapter 2
"My God! What will the neighbors say? But what haven't they said?" A
deep voice boomed, as the front door swung open. "JonKatz! CmdrTaco! Get your
butts in here. Glad you could make it!"
"Hey timothy!" JonKatz and I said, in unison, stepping into the foyer as
timothy's other half, Hemos, came forward to greet us.
"Glad you two decided to come over," Hemos said.
"Yeah! Well
coaxing!" JonKatz replied, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Well I hope this will persuade you, CmdrTaco." timothy replied, placing his
hands on the wall and spreading his legs wide, bucking his muscular,
hairy ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jockstrap he had on
towards JonKatz and I.
"Leave it to timothy!" Hemos said, with a laugh and a stinging slap to
timothy's upturned ass. "He always cuts straight to the chase!"
"Oh baby!" timothy hollered, wincing and feigning pain. "More! Beat
me!"
Hemos rolled his eyes as timothy stood back up groping himself with what
appeared to be a packed pouch.
"You two can get undressed in our room. You know where that's at, JonKatz.
Help youself to drinks at the bar and join the rest of us out by the
pool."
"How long have you known timothy and Hemos?" I asked JonKatz, as he led me
down the hallway.
"I've known timothy now for over ten years. We went to high school
together and played on the football team. He's one hundred percent all
American jock!"
"He's hunky alright!" I said.
"You like that huh, CmdrTaco?"
"Who wouldn't?"
"Don't worry, my friend. You'll have a chance to bury your face, among
other things, up timothy's juicy mancunt!"
"Is that so?" I replied, my cock stiffening with each passing moment.
"I know so," JonKatz said, leading me into the bedroom. "Now strip!"
"Demanding, aren't you?"
"You like it when I take charge, don't you?"
"Yeah. I do, JonKatz."
As JonKatz stripped out of his clothes, I saw him as I always did. Like on
that first night we shared. His dreamy blue eyes peering from beneath
thick lashes. His full lips curled back in a seductive grin flashing me
with a set of pearly white teeth. JonKatz's silky, rather long, brown
hair, the envy of many women, swirled over broad shoulders. His stint
in the navy was evidenced by the tatoo of a battleship on his left bicep
with the words 'ALL ABOARD' emblazoned beneath it. JonKatz's smooth skin
was bronzed by the California sun and his chisled chest tapered to a
taut waist. A thin line of hair ran from his navel to a thick bush that
swirled around his long, veiny cock and low hanging balls.
"See something you want?" JonKatz asked, turning his back to me so that I
could take in the view of his ample, muscular ass. "It's real sweaty
and ripe, CmdrTaco. I haven't showered in three days and you know how much I
sweat whenever I work out at the gym. Especially back there. It's
bound to be real juicy and
"Dirty!" I gasped, once more passing the finger I had used to finger
JonKatz's asshole earlier under my nose.
Yeah! Real dirty, CmdrTaco. And stink. Just the way you like it!"
"Fuck!" I moaned, scrambling out of my clothes and sinking to my knees,
my face just inches away from JonKatz's ass.
"Kiss it!" JonKatz rasped. "Kiss my ass, CmdrTaco!"
Sighing lustily, I ran my lips over the voluptuous, twin globes of
JonKatz's ass. As my lips trailed over his asscrack, my nose detected the
scent contained within. A subtle, heady aroma.
My sighs turned into moans of delight as JonKatz clasped his buttcheeks and
spread them, revealing his trench, swirling with a forest of dark hair,
and winking at me, inviting me, Cur'ts rosey, juicy pucker.
"Rub your face in my ass, CmdrTaco!" JonKatz grunted. "I want you to smell
like asshole for the guys tonight!"
"Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned, burying my face in JonKatz's sweaty, smelly
trench. I could feel his asshairs and the moistness of his trench
against my face. I could smell the ripe, pungent aroma of his butt
curling up my nostrils. It smelled so rank and funky.
The sexy, intoxicating aroma registered with my cock. It throbbed and
dripped a copious stream of pre-cum from my pisshole onto the carpet.
"Smell my stink, baby! Smell my nasty asshole! I want you to smell
like my shithole!"
"JonKatz! Fuck!" I gasped, rubbing my lips over his juicy, smelly
asslips. "You stink so fucking good, man!"
"Oh yeah, fucker! Breathe all that buttstink! I know it turns you on,
smelling my nasty manpussy! You love it, CmdrTaco! You love dirty manhole!
Fucking stink shithole!"
"Mmmmmm! Yes! Mmmmmm!" I sighed, sniffing and rubbing my face up and
down the crack of his ass. "Fucking raunchy ass, man! I love it! It's
what I fucking live for!"
"Eat my ass, CmdrTaco! Taste my stink! Lick my dirty shithole!"
I swirled my tongue in circular motions, round and round JonKatz's asshole.
"Taste dirty, CmdrTaco?" JonKatz hissed, grinding his ass on my face. "It
should, buddy. I haven't wiped it in a couple of days. It oughtta be
nice and sloppy for you back there. See for yourself. All the
skidmarks in my briefs, man!"
I tossed my head back for a moment. Gazing down at JonKatz's white briefs
on the floor I could see the brown skids in the seat of his briefs.
Reaching down quickly, I snatched up JonKatz's briefs and pressed it to my
face.
"Yeah, fucker!" JonKatz whispered. "Suck the raunch out of my dirty
underwear! Clean 'em out for me, man! Suck the juices outta that butt
rag!"
"Can I have some of that?" A deep, familiar voice rasped.
Openning my eyes, I came face to face with timothy. His eyes seemed to be
drenched with lust and his mouth gaped open with wanton, perverted
desire. His warm breath seemed to reek of asshole. A hint as to where
his mouth had been too and what it may have consumed.
"Share that stink with me, CmdrTaco!" timothy groaned, reaching down and
wrapping his fingers around my dripping cock.
"I've got plenty of stink for both of you!" JonKatz hollered.
timothy brought his mouth to mine. The fabric of JonKatz's skid marked, piss
and cum stained briefs between us. As we kissed, we sucked at the
soiled briefs. Our saliva seemed to reawaCmdrTaco the dried up, crusty
patches of piss, cum and shit embedded in the fabric of JonKatz's
underwear. The material became almost slimey and was tangy and
succulent to taste.
"Fucking butt pigs!" JonKatz hissed, looking at timothy and I kissing and
sucking away at his dirty briefs. "Suck all of that brown slime outta
my underwear, guys! Fucking raunchy, man!"
As timothy jacked on my dick, I slid my hand beneath his hairy balls and
sunk two fingers into his moist asshole.
"Fuck yeah!" timothy groaned, bucking his asshole down to swallow my
digits. "Dig! Dig for stink, man!"
As I probed my fingers in timothy's juicy, filthy canal, JonKatz scooted his
butt to within inches of mine and timothy's face. Letting JonKatz's briefs
fall to the floor, timothy and I gazed wantonly at JonKatz's hairy trench.
"Fucking want more stink, guys?" JonKatz hollered.
"Please! Fuck yeah!" timothy groaned, practically smacking his lips,
saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. "Give us all of your
stink, man!"
Pulling his buttcheeks apart wide, his asshole now gaping, JonKatz let out
a low grunt and expelled a wet, ripe fart. The noxious stink shot up my
nostrils and the wet slime that shot out of JonKatz's asshole, rolled down
my cheeks and dripped onto my chest.
timothy swirled his hand over my chest as he latched his mouth onto JonKatz's
flaring, dirty asslips. I clasped timothy's hand and brought it up to my
face and rubbed my face into the palm of his hand before sweeping his
slimey fingers into my mouth. As I sucked on his fingers, I drove a
thrid finger up his asshole.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" timothy moaned, slurping at JonKatz's farting manhole
while he bucked his own cunt on my fingers.
"Yeah! Fucking suck on that shithole, timothy!" JonKatz hollered. "Suck
the slop outta that stinkhole! Fucking hungry butt pig!"
As I sucked on timothy's filthy fingers and finger fucked his raunchy
asshole, my own asshole was twitching with the sensation of a wet tongue
wanting entry. I relaxed my hole to allow the probing tongue to savor
what it wanted.
"Fucking shitty cunt!" Hemos hissed, as he tongued my fuckhole.
"Fucking stink, dirty manpussy! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"
"Yeah! Eat his nasty manhole, Hemos!" JonKatz bellowed, jacking on his
rock hard dick. "Eat it the way timothy is whoring out on my butthole!
Fucking buttslop pigs! Stinking bitches!"
The room filled with the groaning sound of men in heat and the slurping
of hungry mouths on gaping assholes. The stench of butthole swirled in
the air.
"Feed me, CmdrTaco!" Hemos gasped, sucking at my asslips as he pounded away
on his dick. "Shit in my mouth!"
"Feed the pig!" timothy hissed.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I moaned, sucking on timothy's fingers.
As I sunk yet a fourth finger up timothy's hungry asshole, I could feel my
fingers sinking into a slimey, pastey, fudgelike substance.
"Fucking dig the shit out of my ass!" timothy groaned. "Dig for shit,
man! Fucking
timothy's obscenities became muffeled as JonKatz humped his ass back onto his
face.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" timothy growled.
As I looked up, timothy's mouth was filling up with turd. JonKatz was taking
a dump in timothy's mouth. At the same time I felt the palm of my hand
filling with a pile of steamy shit from timothy's ass. Letting out a deep
groan, I joined timothy and JonKatz, expelling my filth into Hemos's open
mouth.
The stink of raw man sewage permeated the room. timothy and Hemos moaned
with nasty pleasure as JonKatz and I grinded our shitting assholes onto
their faces.
Bringing my hand up, a pile of timothy's shit in the palm of my hand, I
passed it between JonKatz's legs and smeared his cock and balls with
timothy's stinking filth.
"Aw, fuck yeah!" JonKatz moaned. "Jack me off nasty and stink, CmdrTaco!
Fucking feels so good, man!"
As I jacked on JonKatz's dick, timothy brought his shit smeared face to mine.
"Kiss me!" he moaned.
I leaned towards him and kissed him deeply. Our tongues swirled and
passed back and forth over the turd in his mouth. Together, timothy and I
sucked on JonKatz's turd as though we were sucking on cock.
timothy jacked on my dick all the while we kissed as I bucked my shitty
ass onto Hemos's face. Each one of us lost in the delerium of raw man to
man sex.
"Your shit tastes so fucking good, CmdrTaco!" Hemos cooed, smacking away at
the pastey fudge in his mouth.
"Make me cum, CmdrTaco!" JonKatz hollered. "Jack on that shitty cock, man!
Make me shoot my fucking load!"
I quicCmdrTacoed my pace, stroking JonKatz's dick furiously. I felt his balls
tighten and knew he was about to spunk.
"Fuck! Fuck!" JonKatz hollered, spinning around just as a geyser of his
creamy spooge shot out of his pisshole and smacked on mine and timothy's
face. "Eat shit and cum, motherfuckers!"
Greedily, timothy and I slurped JonKatz's cum into our shitty mouths. At the
same time, timothy's dick erupted sending a fountain of his spooge flying
into my pubic hair as his hand flew wildly up and down my shaft.
"I'm fucking gonna shoot my load!" I cried.
"Shoot it, man! Cum!" JonKatz yelled.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Hemos hollered, pounding his meat.
"Fucking spunk together!" JonKatz practically screamed.
As my body spasmed, sending rope after rope of cum shooting from my
cock, Hemos's wad flew into the air and splatted against my back.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" each one of us cried out as one by one our cocks
ejaculated. Balls churned. Seed spewed. Our bodies writhed. Sweat
dripped. And everywhere, the stench of asshole.
We collapsed into a heap of gasping flesh onto the floor. Hands still
roaming. Mouths still searching. Nostrils absorbing man stench.
"What a fucking feast!" JonKatz gasped, sucking timothy's dick into his
mouth.
"Oh yeah!" timothy sighed, smearing shit all over his face. "A fucking
butt feast!"
about an event in austria anyhow. it figures that commies like austrians would adapt lunix as their platform of choice, undermining the american way of life (work -> beer). if anything, the whole event will probably break down into a gigantic wallaby/kangaroo/koala orgy, drunk off eucalyptus leaves and sucking off dingos. such is the lifestyle of lunix pedo-bestialphiles in the land down under.
fucking inbreds
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Copyright 2001 (c) Associated Press
For immediate release
Toiletcon, an expo of Johns, heads, crappers and urinals will be held in Austrailia next weekend. Try out new toilets, get your picture taken with the tidy-bowl man and they'll be plenty of turds for the kiddies. Fees are $20 for adults, $5 for children with a paying adult. Children without a paying adult will be let in free for use as bathroom-slaves.
Please remember to bring your own TP as it will not be provided at the expo! John in!
Too bad they don't accept microsofts .doc
format for the papers.
Now I don't know how to submit.
Copyright (C) 2001 CmdrTaco
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With one hand in my pocket I was rubbing my hardon and with the other I was trying to flag down a cab, all up it'd been a lousy night.
Being 29 years old I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was their but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat. I didn't give a fuck really, I had pale white skin and maybe too much hair in some places and not enough in others but I always thought I wasn't that bad to look at, besides I was a decent kind of guy so if that was a problem well, fuck em'.
Feeling light headed from the beers I'd drank at the pub I'd let Jon Katz grope me between two cars in the parking lot, both of us had worked up decent stiff poles in our trousers and it'd seemed only natural to make our way back to my flat across town. I was just about to suggest we make a move when a woman's voice yelled out across the lot 'Jon, we've gotta go NOW'. Turned out Jon had been drinking with his sister and two friends at a pub nearby and his sister had met an ex-boyfriend and started carrying on about some bullshit in their past. I really didn't give a fuck about all that but Jon reluctantly said he had to go because of some fuckin' reason or other. By then it was getting onto 2:00 a.m, the bars were closing up and I couldn't handle going to a club so with my hardon straining against the fly of my khaki's I made my way out to the street and started searching for a cab. Absentmindedly I rubbed my cock through the lining of my pockets and ran through my mind the things I'd hoped to be doing with that guy Jon before the whole plan was shot to hell by his sister.
After 15 minutes I hadn't seen one cab that wasn't booked or full, the frustration was building up in me and so all I wanted to do was get home and jack off as a release. As I was trying to see through the traffic if the cab half a block down was trying to do a U-turn towards me another cab must've seen my hand raised as it glided to a stop next to me. The driver leant forward and looked at me "where you going?" He'd driven up so fast I hadn't seen him so with a jerk of my arm I pulled my hand out of my pocket, leaning forward to hide the rise in my trousers I gave him my address. With a barely noticeable glance at my crotch the driver nodded his head and told me to get in. "You very lucky, I just start work for tonight. You my first fare" "Yeah, great. I've been trying for twenty minutes" We'd pulled out into the street but in this part of town, at this time of night it wasn't long before we ground to a halt in the heavy traffic. The driver was an Arab guy, the ID on the dash gave his name as Ahmed, from the street lights I could see he was early to mid thirties, even so his moustache and unshaven face had the light covering I'd usually associate with a younger guy. As he looked around us and muttered about the traffic I had a chance to see his face, his full looking lips had a slight glint of saliva on them, his skin was dark and I could just make out some slight old acne scars - I try to avoid generalising but his nose, eyebrows and the thick but cut short black curly hair were what I'd call Arab looking.
He wasn't skinny, I wouldn't call him fat but he was solid, it was obvious someone must of fed him well and regularly. He was a good looking guy but as with most middle eastern blokes I always assume they're straight so I turned and looked out the opposite window. A few times he half heartedly blew the cabs horn but as we inched along the crowded street it soon became obvious to him that no matter what we weren't going anywhere in a hurry. With a barely audible sigh he relaxed in his seat and accepted the wait. As I looked out the window at the other cars and pedestrians I could feel the driver looking at me, with a small cough I shifted in my seat and pretended not to know. I wasn't in a talking mood and I didn't wanna hear his gripes about the traffic.
"Where you been tonight?" he asked.
"Maloney's". Looking at him as he nodded his head I guessed he knew that this pub got alot of gay men in it. "Now you go home alone"
"Yeah. It was going well but he had to leave" Making it known that it was men I was into I felt my flaccid cock shift slightly in my briefs.
"Did you touch his cock?" This question shocked me, so damn direct but I wasn't gonna complain. I wasn't sure if he was interested or subtly taunting a guy he assumed was some western slut - stereotypes kind of figure loud in first meetings. 'Fuck it' I thought to myself I'll play along either way. "I was just about to but he had to leave"
"Did you touch his arse?" "Yeah, I got my hand down the back of his trousers" This was crap, I didn't get that far but the glint in Ahmed's eyes made a few lies worth it.
"Then what did you do?" "I rubbed one of his arse cheeks and ran my finger along the edge of his crack" "This men's arse is like a cunt to you?"
"Yep. Anything you do with a cunt I do with a man's arse"
By now Ahmed wasn't bothered by the traffic, shifting his thighs on the beaded seat cover, I could tell he was trying to adjust his own stiffening cock. Raising my hips slightly I made it clear that I was enjoying this conversation, my dick had stiffened at an awkward angle so the tent in my trousers was uncomfortable but for the moment I decided not to use my hand to adjust it.
"Do you lick these men's arse?"
"Only if they're clean, if they are I kiss their puckered hole"
At the same time we adjusted our cocks as they strained against the fabric of our trousers. I didn't know how far Ahmed would want to take this but I was going to push it as much as I could.
"Do you let them finger your hole?"
"If they lick it first, yeah I do"
"Do you put your finger in their arse?"
"Yeah, I..."
The loud prolonged beeping horn of the car behind us made it clear that the traffic was moving. With his stiff cock tenting his black trousers Ahmed momentarily concentrated on the road, coming up to an intersection we turned left and headed towards one of the main roads that wove through the quieter commercial part of town. Their was few cars on these roads so I could divert Ahmend's attention. Leaning over to him I tentatively rubbed at the rock solid bulge in his trousers, with a throaty moan he shifted his crotch so it pressed against the palm of my hand. Getting my hand under his slightly overhanging stomach I undid his belt and pulled his zipper down, lifting his arse out of his chair allowed me to pull his trousers down until they rested on his thick, dark and hairy thighs. His white y-front briefs strained and jutted into the air, through the slightly damp fabric I rubbed firmly on his meaty, heavy erection, the outline of the head of his cock was clearly visible through the fabric.
Rubbing my thumb on the growing wet spot in the fabric over his piss slit I used my other hand to slide down his back until the tips brushed against the waistband of his briefs. Once again Ahmed lifted his heavy arse out of his seat, I guided my hand down the back of his briefs and rubbed at the light covering of course hair that trailed down his spine into his arse crack.
Ahmed groaned deeply as my fingers began to journey down his sweaty arse crack, the clammy sweat between his cheeks spread across my palm...
"Oaahh...Ahmed, I wanna lick ya' arse..."
With a sudden swerve of the cab Ahmed drove down a side street between two darkened office blocks, gliding into a an empty car park we jolted to a stop. Ahmed kicked off his shoes, roughly took his trousers off then in one quick clumsy move he lent over the drivers seat, pushed his arse towards my face and lifting the shirt tail of his blue cab uniform offered his arse to me. His heavy arse was still covered by his large white y-fronts, two heavy mounds of flesh just inches from my face, by the light from the car park it wasn't hard to make out the dampness along the fabric over his crack. Hooking my fingers under his waistband I slid his briefs down to reveal two dark arse cheeks, the heady, musky aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed deep to experience the smell of a man's arse. Coarse hair lightly covered the cheeks, growing thicker along his crack I noticed that it thinned out closer to his puckered hole. Ahmed had began to slowly but strongly pound his stiff cock and rub it into the beaded seat cover...
"You lick my hole now"
As he said these words his slightly puffy arse lips twitched and contracted, spreading each hand over an arse cheek I lowered my face into the steamy, sweaty crevice. The clean, musky spiciness of his crack got me blinking my eye's trying to focus on the beauty of this Arab arse, lowering my lips onto the hole, the puckering arse lips met mine and I ground them into his hole.
Ahmed's whole body jumped forward in ecstasy, the cab filled with the sounds of his groans and deep guttural sighs as I wiped my lips across this hidden opening, they soon became moist from the lust fuelled sweat that poured from Ahmed's skin. The dark hairs along his crack rasped against my cheeks as I began to push my tongue onto his hole, the clean exotic taste flowed through my body as my tongue slid across the top of the twitching flesh. Making small jabs of my tongue I managed to easily get my tongue past his arse ring until the hot muscle of his bowels squeezed tightly against this intruding tongue, pumping quickly I managed to work up spit which I pushed over my lips onto Ahmed's hole. Pushing it into his chute I could feel it relax and soften...
"Oh man...oh man....ooahhh...lick me out...eat me...."
Bringing my finger closer to his hole I took a couple of sloppy licks until they glistened with spit, resting my middle finger against his arse lips I began to push it against his hole....
"Ahmed...push out...push out"
Ahmed got the message and his arse lips grew and opened slightly, welcoming my finger as I rammed and burrowed into the warm, softness of his arse. With every thrust of my finger Ahmed's head rose in a grunt, pushing his arse closer to me I knew he wanted more so I slipped the second finger past his ring into the depth of his bowels.
"You fuck my arse. You fuck me" Pulling my two fingers out of Ahmed's moist, smooth hole I wiped them on his slowly humping arse cheeks. Fumbling wildly at my zipper I wrenched my trousers down and hoisted my rock hard cock from out of my briefs, Ahmed looked back and smiled lustfully as he saw my circumcised cock head jutting out from my fist. I spat and dribbled onto my palm and slathered my cock shaft until it glistened in the street lights. Ahmed reached back and pulled his arse cheeks apart, strained his arse so it opened and contracted greedily, guiding my cock head onto his hole his twitching arse lips seemed to want to suck my shaft into his hot Arab tunnel.
Placing the head onto his opening, I leaned forward, grab Ahmed's shoulder and pulled myself hard against his body, my cock head initially strained and pushed against the hole. Ahmed let out a groan of pain, lust and desire, grunting like an animal my cock head popped past his arse opening muscle then quickly I slid into his body, inching my way up his hole I watched as my cock shaft sunk between the dark hairs of this beautiful Arab. Riding and humping his body my cock prodded against the warm bowel muscles, digging deep into his guts as he pummeled at his cock, Ahemd's groans and grunts grew louder and faster my heavy pale thighs slapped sweatily against his upturned arse cheeks. The heat and musky aroma of cock digging into a man's arse rose up from our bodies and filled the cab the unmistakable smell of men's sweat.
"Uh...huh...huh..." I could tell Ahmeds was close and from the way my taught shrunken balls nestled between his cheeks I knew I was close to. Deep inside his arse I felt the head of my cock tingle and harden even more...."ah...ah...Ahmed....I'm close....man....ah" With a glistening wet brow Ahmed looked over his shoulders into my eye's, glassy with lust he asked me to cum on his back..."blow your cum...on...my shirt....huh....huh". I was close. I was close....this fuckin' hot arab arse...."whoa...whoa...whoa".
Suddenly Ahmed's whole body started to shake and buck "o...o...o...huh...huh..huh...huhhhhhh" His cumming cock blew his load hard against the seat....yanking my cock from his hole I had just enough time to start pumping at the greasy shaft...."ah...ah...ahh...ah...ahhh" ribbons of white cum shot out of my piss slit, splattering wildly across Ahmed's back it wasn't long before the blue fabric was coated in wild, wet strings of cum, soaking into the fabric his shirt clung to his body as the sweat and the cum plastered his uniform...still holding my slimy, arse sweat covered cock I grabbed at Ahmed's shirt tail and wiped the softening shaft clean...leaning forward into his wet back we both took long deep breaths of satisfaction. Ahmed's heavy body heaved under mine until our breathing was in unison....I did end up in the right place tonight.
We're also hoping to run a small Debian Conference for the Asia-Pacific Debian developers and users. It'll be pretty informal; we're asking people who would like to talk about a subject to also email lca-cfp_AT_linux.org.au. See this for more information. It'll be on the Monday and Tuesday, with LCA 2002 starting on the Wednesday.
I expect that will be an interesting conference, and well worth attending. Seeing as any self-respecting Doctor of Comp Sci, or even any reasonably accomplished graduate student would be not only willing, but eager to contribute to a conference about a single operation system based on the oldest OS paradigm still extant upon the earth, I can't imagine any reason for this conference to be a disappointment.
Considering the valuable area of research that linux constitutes not only to OS researchers, but to compter science as a whole, I can see this conference being much, much more than just a self-congratulatory exercise in advocacy. Truly, lunix.conf.au is further proof that the world isn't losing faith in free software.
It is vitally important that anyone with a shred of useful linux knowledge show their support either by attending, or providing their knowledge in a paper or seminar. I'll certainly be heading to Vienna for this! Hopefully I will see you there.
I'm SO FUCKING SICK of the fact that these days you can't criticise anything the government says or does without half a dozen morons jumping on you for "not being patriotic".
My girlfriend is in .au for six months and I'm going there just exactly then. Stupid priorities;)
0x or or snor perron?!
You're bemoaning the fact that you have to see your girlfriend, rather than see a linux conference in a nation not renowned for it's linux developers. If you hate your girlfriend so much that a linux conference -- a mediocre linux conference -- is more interesting to you than time spent with her, then you should probably break up with her, rather than dragging out a relationship that has clearly grown tiresome for you.
Another conference that will be held soon (on November 8) is the Dutch NLUUG autumn conference 2001 (in Dutch). This year, the theme is "Unix and the desktop", with speakers on general GNOME, KDE, KOffice and security topics, and Jordan Hubbard! (probably about Mac OS X :))
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Wietse Venema (known from the famous tcp wrappers) stale the show last year. I will certainly be there again this time
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A rather interesting fact ... they recently put on
HPCAsia 2001 where they revealed that Brisbane has not one, but THREE Virtual Reality facilities (UQ, QMI, Boeing). According to their blurb, they're involved in the Japanese Whole Earth Simulator (4 Teraflops), something called a Virtual Reef, as well as using it for designing their scramjets. Actually after rummaging around the AUUG website a more interesting workshop to attend would be their security symposium in Nov.
The worst terrorist attack in recorded history occurred last month, and now we're involved in a WAR and you people have the gall to be discussing Linuxconf.au's call for papers???? My *god*, people, GET SOME PRIORITIES!
The bodies of the thousands of innocent civilians who died (and will die) in these unprecedented events could give a good god damn about Linuxconf.au's call for papers, your childish Lego models, your nerf toy guns and whining about the lack of a "fun" workplace, your Everquest/Diablo/D&D fixation, the latest Cowboy Bebop rerun, or any of the other ways you are "getting on with your life" (here's a hint: watching Cowboy Bebop in your jammies and eating a bowl of Shreddies is *not* "getting on with your life"). The souls of the victims are watching in horror as you people squander your finite, precious time on this earth playing video games!
You people disgust me!
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You don't usually post information about shows, but we really need to know about this one because Hemos is going to be there and has never been to Australia.
I doubt too many people here get excited about the idea of Hemos traveling to Australia, or consider Australia sufficiently exotic that a Linuxconf would be interesting.
This is a site about Stuff that Matters, not about Hemos - please try to stay away from such narcissistic editorial crieria.
Ceci n'est pas une sig
I was in Australia last christmas and discovered from Alan's diary that he was going to be a keynote speaker. I was due to fly out of Sydney on the day before the conference, but managed to delay my flight for a couple of days. They had managed to get some very good speakers, including Alan, Maddog, Tridge, Rasterman and many other top developers. This year it will be in Brisbane (a great city) but a hell of a long way from the UK, so I don't expect to be going again :-(
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... what you could do with a beowulf cluster of .au's
I live in Brisbane, and I must say this is bloody fantastic. I'm a student and travel is out of my scope for the time being; I've been hanging out for a decent sized Linux event for a long time. I will definitely be there.
Does anyone know who is going to be speaking or any other details? I checked the site and I couldn't find any specifics as yet.
The terrorists dont give a damn if we stop living out lives as normal. Thats just a bad excuse for not feeling guilty. but, I think you have just been fooled. Noone in their right mind would think that because the death count for this year has risen slightly, we should all go live in bomb shelters UNLESS you personally have been affected, in which case I am genuinely sorry and my heart goes out to you. I mourn any death, if its in NYC or Istanbul is only a matter of location, not value. For the millions of others around the world dying and dead I also feel sympathy for, and for those who value a symbol of America over the thousands of dead destroyed at the same time I say: Go to hell. I know i am going to be modded offtopic and that i was tricked to writing this rant, but my worthless message here is to say that Yes this sucks, but lets get on with our lives BECAUSE WE HAVE TO, not because that not what the terrorists want or that the deceased want or any other rationalization. End Rant.
This should keep the local inspired geeks awake for a few more days, until they get once again beaten down by the hicks and retards that make up Brisbane. Still, great city for a holiday, and all :).
I'm a developer on the FlightGear project, and living in Brisbane. I'd like to be able to do a Work-in-progress session, but I'm not sure exactly what this sort of thing means. Has anyone done these before, and could give me some advice? We have all sorts of unique features and we need more developers, so this could be quite useful. Thanks
David
Because the linux.conf.au in Jan 2003 will be an amazing event, you can be sure - whole OSS projects are being invented to make certain sessions possible. (-:
Got time? Spend some of it coding or testing
Visit us for a few weeks. We'll show you exotic. (-:
The only problem with Oz in terms of exotic, and WestOz in particular, is that it's so large that you need months to even visit the highlights, let alone take in and really explore much. We can show you the world's best beaches, red deserts that make Dakota look pale, lush tropical rainforests, soaring views across rugged ranges, the kind of unbelievable fishing normally associated with pacific islands, magnificent caves and sinkholes, rock made entirely out of sponges, the world's best grapes, more golf courses per capita than anywhere else in the world, and so on... about the only touristy things WA's missing are a set of Andes or Himalayas (with ski runs), and thousands of years of ambitious architecture (although we do have our share of mysterious stepped pyramids and the like, not a well known thing).
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Well if the still need topics, perhaps they shouldn't have the conference at all...
So the tally will be
15 papers on KDE vs. Gn0me
27 papers on Apache vs. IIS
31 papers on why c0mmand line r0cks and GUI sux
49 papers on Linux vs. BSD
126 papers on why Linux r0cks and Winblows sux
527 papers accusing Bill Gates for all Linux shortcomings
686 papers marked off-topic
Surf, snorkel, chase rats around an island, attend PLUG meetings (you slacker!) and help organise conferences, rock climbing and abseiling, caving (or combine sports), bushwalking (do the Bibbulman if you're bored) including tall timber country, the vineyards, visit the animals at one of the many wildlife parks or the zoo, play golf, heaps of other stuff.
Of course, home is even better.
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