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Comment: Re:*Yawn* I'll Wait for the Mint Edition (Score 0) 179

by YourMissionForToday (#46782637) Attached to: Ubuntu Linux 14.04 LTS Trusty Tahr Released

Yes, it's in one monolithic file.

Try making a minor typo in the syntax, then restart networking. You will lose all network connectivity on ALL interfaces.

Fix your typo and try to start networking again. It won't work until you reboot.

Or you can try adding your config to one of the seemingly infinite network config subdirectories (ifup.d, post-ifup.d, etc). Make the same typo anywhere in the subdirectories and you'll still mess up all networking and have to reboot.

I guess this is acceptable if you haven't used any OS besides Windows 98. For the rest of us it's maddening.

+ - Nanoscientists find long-sought Majorana particle-> 5

Submitted by boner
boner (27505) writes "In a follow-up of an earlier Slashdot story (http://news.slashdot.org/story/12/03/01/1915236/majorana-fermion-may-have-been-spotted-at-tu-delft), scientists at the Technical University of Delft in the Netherlands, today published their findings that they have indeed found the Majorana particle.

The announcement on the university website provides both a summary and background of this groundbreaking discovery. The page is available in both dutch and english : http://tudelft.nl/en/current/latest-news/article/detail/nanowetenschappers-vinden-langgezocht-majorana-deeltje/"

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Comment: Re:Napping (Score -1) 277

by Pr0n K1ng (#39137341) Attached to: Interrupted Sleep Might Be the Best Kind

I think this is what you meant to type:

"Call it a self discovery, but I found fapping after I get home from work for two hours is life changing. It clear sthe mind from stress and when you finish, you feel like the work day happened just 12 hours ago. Feeling mentally and physically detached from the office has been extremely beneficial to me. But then again, I suppose it's because I do work about 50 to 55 hours a week."

Comment: Decent evaluation of Bank security (Score 4, Interesting) 40

by boner (#38673480) Attached to: Major Financial Groups Share Data To Fight Online Theft

Having used both name/password, electronic tokens etc. to access my financial data, I would like to see an objective analysis of their security. I personally prefer the electronic tokens used by several Dutch banks (ING, Rabobank, ABN AMRO), above the name/password features used by American banks (BofA, Wells Fargo, Chase, JP Morgan, Credit unions, etc.). But the main question is: how do they perform in real-life? Which schemes lose more money to scamming or phishing?

Evaluating the performance of my parents (70+) with modern authentication schemes, does not bode well. My parents are generally unable to distinguish phishing mail from real mail - how should banks balance the convenience of email against the requirements for safety?

Can anyone point to objective evaluations of bank security and authentication schemes?

Comment: NIGGERS AS A SERVICE (Score 0) 62857

by Sexual Asspussy (#37568542) Attached to:

It was Simon. He sounded very nervous. No big surprise there, then. After a few moments calming him down, I gave him the address, made sure he knew where he was coming to and that he was coming right away, and hung up. The minutes ticked slowly but my heart still managed to occupy my mouth when the doorbell chimed. Why should I be nervous? The fact was I was excited at the prospect of getting a schoolboy naked in my arms and playing with his young body. I suppose I should admit also to being a little nervous because of the dangers in all this. It's a thrill I crave.
There he stood, on the doorstep, looking as nervous as he'd sounded on the phone, shuffling his feet and fiddling with his fingers. I told him to come in, and closed the door quickly behind him. It seemed necessary to act quickly to prevent the child changing his mind and fleeing into the cold, blustery, wet afternoon. Unseen, I turned the key in the mortice lock and quickly pocketed it, thus at least preventing any escape attempt.

Then, without giving him a chance to say anything which might help him to extricate himself from what was inevitably the most bizarre sexual adventure of his young life, I took his cold clammy hand and led him into my living room, on which I'd already closed the curtains. It was a dark day and this would not look so strange from outside, not that I care much what anyone thinks.

The lovely darling was dressed in a dark blue denim jeans jacket with a black cotton sweatshirt with gold lettering beneath, and a scruffy plain white teeshirt beneath that. On his head was a black, yellow, red and green woolly hat and on his gorgeous hips the tightest pale blue soft denim jeans you could imagine. His footwear consisted of white sports socks with a red band around the ankle and scuffed dirty blue and white trainers. An immature child he might be, but this young boy knows how to dress seductively. I was immediately entranced and stood there in the middle of the room just looking at him, soaking up his stunning appearance.

He stood there nervously, glancing between his feet, the rest of the room and, furtively with head bowed, at my eyes. God, I was so excited, I nearly came in my pants. I moved a step closer, whipped his woolly hat off, threw it on the sofa beside us, and stroked his thick head of unruly hair. “Take your jacket off," I commanded. While he was struggling out of it, my hand slid down over his face to cup his chin, and I took another step forward so that I was right in front of him. He dropped the jacket onto the sofa on top of his hat.

I stroked his cheek with my fingers for a moment while staring into the schoolboy's beautiful big eyes which, I noticed for the first time, are bright blue. Placing my other hand on his back between his shoulder blades, I began drawing him to me. He stiffened momentarily then relaxed as if surrendering to the inevitable. He wanted this, too, although probably for reasons which were meaningless to him. Lowering my mouth to his, I kissed him gently on the lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, knowing I would put my tongue between his lips. I did.

As our tongues met, that electric shock ran through us both again. He shivered then relaxed completely into my arms which now encircled him, one hand placed firmly behind his head, holding him to me. As we kissed, I let my other hand move steadily down his back until I reached his superb bottom, so tightly wrapped in those sexy pale blue jeans. I began to fondle his boycunt, to feel the luxuriousness of his fat lovecheeks, and to run the tips of my fingers up and down the warmth of his deep, tight sexcrack .

He put his arms around me too. One hand found its way nervously to the back of my neck and the other held my arm for a while then clasped my waist. He was kissing me as aggressively as I was him. And he'd begun pressing his very hard boy cock into my leg no doubt having felt my huge erection pressing into his tummy. I guided my new loveboy down to the sofa without breaking our kiss.

Side by side now, we rearranged our arms. I still had a hand on the back of his head to stop him getting away from my exploratory tongue but my other hand had moved from his sexy bottom to his pretty cock and he groaned in a very sexual way as I began to stroke it quite hard through the material of his tight jeans.

Simone had one hand on my chest and the other lay loosely in his lap with the tips of his fingers touching my hand as I stroked his lovely boy penis. It was as if he wanted to hold my hand down hard on his boyhood but didn't have the courage. I broke the kiss, a string of our combined saliva hanging between our lips, and immediately began kissing his face, including his eyes which he closed, and down the side of his neck. “You're beautiful," I cooed at him. The boy spoke his first breathlessly whispered words since entering my house. “Thank you, Sir."

He'd remembered my order about how to address me. This boy is going to make a very good sexslave. I wanted to keep moving things relentlessly forward until I had the boy completely nude and taking my penis inside his body (as is my right but, of course, he doesn't really know this yet), I fought back the urge to talk to him, ask questions, and find out why a boy of fourteen would want to do this with a man my age. Time enough for that later but, for now, it was good enough that he was being a good boy and letting me play with him.

I moved both hands to the hem of his sweatshirt and teeshirt, both of which hung scruffily outside the waistband of his jeans, and pulled them sharply upwards. He knew I was going to undress him whatever he wanted. He'd surrendered his adolescent pride to me. My baby was going to give me his lovely young body. The sexy child lifted his arms up straight, allowing his shirts to slide off them. I tossed them on the floor and looked at his bare chest and tummy.

His pale pink nipples, normally very flat, had begun to harden both from exposure to the air and from his turbulent mix of excitement and fear. The boy's bellybutton was an inviting little hole, quite deep. I ran my hands over him, feeling his soft, smooth boymeat. My fingers traced his beauty, all over his chest and flat belly and his entire back ending with my fingers in his hair at the nape of his gorgeous long neck. The boy's face is not the prettiest but his body is a pervert's dream.

I kissed him again, my tongue licking around inside his mouth. My left hand went back to his big cocklet to squeeze and stroke it, eliciting moans of pleasure from my lovechild. My right hand, however, immediately went to work on getting at my real desire, the teenage girlyboy's bottom. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his pale blue jeans and, despite the tightness of the belt holding them up, I managed to get my entire hand inside both his jeans and his pants where the tips of my fingers could feel the exciting swell of his gorgeous buttocks and the even more enticing V of the entrance to his darling lovecrack. I was on the verge of exploring my schoolboy's cunt.

Excited as she was, Simone remained passive, letting me do whatever I wanted, it seemed, but still too fearful and nervous to actually do anything herself. That was OK with me, for the moment, anyway. Whilst continuing to feel what little I could reach of the beautiful child's back sex organ, with my other hand I unbuttoned its jeans and pulled down the zipper. He was looking into my eyes with a big, doelike expression. I was close to raping him and had to fight for self-control. The last thing I want to do just at the moment is to frighten this lovely boy. I need to spin my web around him and that will take a few weeks of confidence-building.

The looseness of his jeans now enabled me to move my hand further down onto his arse and to get my other hand inside his pants to play with his throbbing cock. It was maybe five inches long, about an inch round and hard as hell. It was hot and throbbing. The lovely childwhore moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, long and deep. He arched his back, pushing his hard boysex organ into my hand. He desperately wanted to cum. I reached around to feel his babies which were every bit as hot as his cocklet and hard as nuts, full of babyspunk for me.

Arching his back, my baby inadvertantly helped me in my exploration of his cunt. I was able immediately to slide my hand round his lovecheeks and to feel their fullness, their beautiful shape and the depth and narrowness of his sexy lustcrack between the big bottomcheeks. I gently pressed my forefinger in between his lovecheeks and found his cunthole, tiny, warm and dry, puckered fully closed. In one fluid motion, I took hold of his cockmeat and began to gently wank him, and I pushed my finger a little way into his lovehole.

He backed off, breaking the kiss with a sharp intake of breath. He looked into my eyes with a strong hint of fear showing there, mixed with incomprehension and maybe a little disgust. “Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't hurt you," I lied, cooing gently. I do fully intend to hurt my new boylover but not yet. I think he realised that having his cocklet stroked gently and his bumhole fingered equally gently was making him very horny. “Do you want me to make you feel really good, baby? Do you want me to make you cum?" “Oooh yes, Sir, yes please, Sir," he whispered.

“You've got to do something for me, first, Simon." “What, Sir?" “Stand up and take all your clothes off so that I can look at you in the nude. Then I'll make you have the best cum of your life." “Yyes, Sir," mumbling. I removed my hands reluctantly from his lovely body and he used both his to lever himself up off the sofa. Standing directly in front of me, he wriggled and pushed his jeans and tiny white cotton briefs down his gorgeously smooth, thin legs to his ankles.

Leaning forward, I unfastened the laces of his trainers and helped him out of them, then pulled his little socks off. With the clothes pushed out of the way, there stood before me a nude schoolboy. He looked uncomfortable with his nudity, with being bare in front of a strange man. Strange is the operative word! And there's nothing this strange man likes more than a bare bitch standing in front of him looking nervous.

I made the boy stand there, shivering just noticeably, more from his nudity than from the temperature, while I ogled his lovely adolescent body. His lovely little cock stood out at ninety degrees, hard as a rock, with his beautiful balls tight beneath it. He has a little dark blond pubic hair around his lovely boyhood. It's soft and downy. Otherwise, the babe is completely hairless. His pale skin is soft and taught. Apart from his face, he is a gorgeous piece of young cunt. I'll punish him for the face one day, very severely. But, for the moment, I need to earn his trust and, anyway, I want to make love to him as often as possible for the immediate future. Wouldn't do to upset him too early on.

Reaching out, I stroked his body from his chest down over his flat belly to his cocklet which I curled my hand around very gently and stroked up and down slowly, eliciting more moaning and shallow breathing from my childlover. With my other hand, I felt him from the backs of his calves up his thighs to his fat, young boybottom which, one day very soon, I will begin spanking frequently. He's very sensitive around his boycunt and didn't seem to know whether to push his body into the hand behind him or the one in front, holding his lovemeat.

“Turn round and show me your bottom, sexy Simon." He turned. I leaned forward and kissed his cheeks and that exciting crack of his, where the big bumbabies rub together. He shivered as I did this. It obviously excited him so I decided to go another step further down the road of debauching this apparently naïve and very lovely schoolboy. I pushed my tongue in between his sexcheeks and began to lick his beautiful arse. God, he liked that and, within a few seconds, he was squirming, began to breathe raggedly, and started playing with himself, filthy boy.

I didn't want my new slave making himself squirt his cum so I made him sit back down on the sofa with his legs wide apart and crooked at the knees, feet flat on the cushion. After quickly stripping off (when he saw my enormous, raging hard cock, considerably more than twice the size of his, he drew a short, sharp breath), I got down on my knees and went back to work on his boycunt with my tongue but, this time, I licked all the way up from his tiny little vagina, over his perineum and his darling babies, and up the spine of his penis to his foreskin. I love boys with foreskins. They're so much more fun than the other kind, and much prettier to look at.

In less than a minute, Simon was close to orgasm, and I slid my lips down over his baby lovemeat. I took it all in my mouth very easily and began licking and sucking on it, working my mouth up and down with my lips tight around his boyhood. His breathing became shallow and he didn't know what to do with his hands. While I had one of mine wrapped around his succulent lovecheeks, I took hold of one of his hands with my free one and held it firm. He tightened his fingers which were intertwined with mine. They were hot and clammy. His other hand went reflexively to my head, probably wanting to hold it firm so that I wouldn't stop sucking him.

Then he stiffened, arched his back, and with an explosion of breath, he spunked into my mouth. Fuck, some little boys make a hell of a lot of spunk. I recall that I did. I got a real mouthful and, knowing how urgent it feels to really empty one's balls, I tightened my lips harder around his little shaft and went on sucking, dragging my lips and tongue up and down him, and he went right on spunking. There were ten ejaculations and still he went on spasming even though, now, a few mere drops spurted from his gorgeous knob.

I didn't swallow any and neither did I let his copious lovejuice spill from the corners of my mouth. I just held it safe while I moved up his young body and pushed my lips against his. Now used to the idea of kissing me, the naïve kiddy parted his lips to accept my tongue. He got my tongue alright, and a mouthful of his own slimy lovefilth. In shock, he swallowed most of it. So lovely to watch a boy swallow his own cum. The rest of it got kissed and licked around in both our mouths before I drank it. I broke the kiss but he lifted his mouth to mine and began kissing me again. We were nude and in each other's arms. It was so erotic to have this lovely young boy naked in my arms, his skin pressed against mine, so warm and smooth.

Humping his lovely body round to lay the length of the sofa, I knelt astride his chest, my huge cock pointing right at his young face. “Wank me," I commanded. “Gently, boy." “"Stroke my balls, pretty boy. Gently." His warm, small fingers barely went round my cock but felt so good gently stroking up and down my shaft. I was very close to shooting and knew I'd have to either control it, if I could, or just squirt all over his face. In fact I did want to shoot my cum all over the boy's face but, first, I wanted to experience its hot young mouth around my godhood.

Pushing my cock forward to Simon's face, I touched my huge knob to his thin but sensous lips and commanded “Suck my cock, pretty boy." He opened his mouth just a little, clearly afraid to take my immense penis in his small mouth. But just that little opening was all I needed and, with brute force, I shoved the knob in between his cuntlips and teeth. I felt his gorgeous wet tongue beneath my cockhead. Unable now to stop me, Simon had to accept the rest of what I wanted to give him. I pushed further until a couple of inches of my shaft followed the knob into the boy's facefuckhole, his lips stretched widely around me.

He was already very frightened, breathing furiously through his nose, and looking dolefully at me with his big beautiful blue eyes. He had both his hands on my thighs and didn't seem to know whether to just hold me or push me off him. Like I said, I don't want to frighten him away so I was gentle and moved my cock slowly in and out of his mouth with a maximum of only four inches inside his deliciously wet cunthole. It was only a matter of maybe another minute until I was beginning to spasm at which point I pulled my cock from his lovely mouth and took hold of it.

Wanking furiously, I spat all my cum on his darling face. It splashed everywhere, ran down his neck, clogged in his pretty hair, went up his nose, gobs of it on his eyes, some even spurted straight into his still open mouth. What a beautiful sight he was with my manfilth all over his face. After I'd stopped ejaculating, I lay down on top of my darling and kissed him again. With my fingers, I repeatedly scooped my cum from his face, neck and hair, putting my fingers into his mouth each time. “Suck." He sucked my sperm from my fingers and even ran his tongue over them. He swallowed all of his new master's cum.

“Did you like doing that, Simon?" Yes, Sir." “Do you like me making you cum, babysex?" “Yes, Sir." “Do you want to come here often and do it again?" “Oh yes, Sir. Please, Sir." “Do you like sex, Simon?" “Yes, I like sex, Sir." “Have you had sex with anyone else before?" “N.. well, only with another boy at school, Sir." “Do you have sex with him lots, Simon?" “Yes, Sir." “Would you like to bring him with you one day?" “Maybe, Sir." This was an interesting discovery and may turn into a nice opportunity for watching two boys have sex, a lovely private show, and then play with them both together. But I didn't want to push too hard just yet. I changed the subject, slightly.

“Have you ever had any kind of sex with anyone else, Simon? Like, you know, just touching and feeling and looking?" “Yes, Sir, my d" He went silent and his face went deathly white. Here was something interesting. He was going to say `dad'. Again, I thought it best not to push. “What about girls? Do you like girls, Simon?" “Yes, Sir, I love girls." “Do you have a girlfriend?" “No, Sir." “Would you like to fuck a girl, Simon?" “Oh god, yes, Sir!" “Have you ever seen a girl in the nude, sweetheart?" “Only my sister, Sir, and sometimes my mum."

“Would you like to see nude girls on my computer, Simon?" “Oh yes, Sir, I'd like that. D..do you have games on your computer, Sir? We don't have a computer at home." “Yes, I have games and, if you're a very good boy, I'll buy games that you like and you can come over whenever you want to play them. But you have to do things for me, Simon. Understand?" “Yes, Sir. What things, Sir?" “Oh, things like taking your clothes off and letting me look at you in the nude and kissing you and cumming on you. Stuff like that. OK?" “Oh. OK. Yes, Sir. That's alright."

I let him play games on the computer for an hour or so and refrained from interfering with him any more, even though it was hard keeping my hands off him. We parted with another long, deep kiss and a promise he would come back after school on Monday. I'm planning on working my way up to deflowering his lovely bottom next weekend.

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