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Wayland, a New X Server For Linux
An anonymous reader writes "Phoronix has a new article out on Wayland: A New X Server For Linux. One of Red Hat's engineers has started writing a new X11 server around today's needs and to eliminate the cruft that has been in this critical piece of free software for more than a decade. This new server is called Wayland and it is designed with newer hardware features like kernel mode-setting and a kernel memory manager for graphics. Wayland is also dramatically simpler to target for in development. A compositing manager is embedded into the Wayland server and ensures 'every frame is perfect' according to the project's leader."
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I'd been to my mates for a hot weekend session full of leather and rubber
and I was driving along a quiet road during early evening. I had an urge to
stop for a piss and knowing that there was an old unmanned service area up
ahead (the last for a while) I decided to stop. I could feel a nice shit
brewing up my arse, inside my rubber shorts and I really was getting quite
turned on at the feeling of being full. The smell of my piss soaked stinking
white socks under my boots was quite horny too. My rubber shorts were
completely sealed with no zips and a nice tight fitting, and over them I had
a pair of leather jeans. As for the top half of my body I had an old leather
biker jacket on with nothing underneath except my sweating body! I pulled up
outside the toilet block and decided to venture in. my mate had told me of a
horny guy he knew who sometimes hung out here, and I couldn't help wondering
if I was in luck. I turned the corner on the way in to the toilet block and
had a quick look around. It appeared that no-one was there. The place was
quite run down, and fuckin stank of shit and piss I passed the urinal
trough. It was completely blocked and quite full of piss. The thought about
taking a dump in the trough and refilling my boots with piss entered my
head, but it passed and I proceeded to the stalls.
I looked into some of the stalls, and decided to go in the only one with a
door. As I entered I saw a punk stood above the toilet bowl with a foot
either side. He looked fuckin hot. He was about 20 years old and was wearing
filthy ripped denim jeans, some black rubber waders, a rubber vest and mud
or shit encrusted denim jacket. His hair blonde and was done up in a moho
with brown lumps and streaks in it. It looked like it had been put up using
shit. I paused for a moment. He stared directly into my eyes, and I stared
back into his. We didn't speak a word. I slowly closed the stall door behind
me, and watched a grin spread eagerly across his face. He stepped forward
towards me and I moved towards him without breaking our stare. He fuckin
stank but so did I, I hadn't washed in a while. Our lips met as our bodies
pressed against each other. We kissed deeply and I could taste stale piss
and shit on his tongue. My hands ran down the back of his filth encrusted
clothes. I felt his ass, and there was a soft bulge in front of his ass
hole. He had a huge lump of shit inside the leather jock he was wearing. He
broke our kiss and whispered in my ear "squeeze it". I felt him push me back
against one of the walls of the stall so I was trapped in-between him and
the wall. "squeeze it" he urged me. I gave the lump a good squeeze. He
hummed and looked deep into my eyes again. I pushed some of the shit back up
his hole, through the dampness of his shitty jeans and he groaned in
pleasure.
I whispered back into his ear "come back to my place for the night" and with
that he kissed me deep again as a way of agreeing.
He stepped back from the wall and went to the bowl. It was half full,
blocked with shit. I watched with anticipation as he told me to take me
boots and socks off. I did as he said, and watched as he scooped up a
handful of shit and slopped it into the left boot, and pushed it down to the
toe. He did the same with the right. The punk guy took my socks and told me
to put the boots back on. It felt great with the tremendous squelch of the
soft and tender shit, working its way between my toes. While I was doing
that he took one of his own waders off and began to scoop the shit a handful
at a time into it. He continued until the bowl was almost empty and then he
got one of my socks and started to wipe the bowl with it. He sniffed the
sock, smiled and then shoved it down inside his leather jock. Then with a
big grin on his face he put his leg back inside the wader that was a third
full. He squelched his leg around in it for a moment, and then pulled it
out. He li
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tomorrow night he will take his place as king and you'll submit to his whim whiteman. you'll submit or be beaten down.
Booo-urns!