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Cheating is hot as fuck. Getting fucked raw behind my partner's back is big turn on. I used to feel bad even thinking about it but after I cheated for the first time, I soon wanted more. Now it's something I do more or less regularly.

Damn, instant boner lookin' at your hot ass!

Damn, instant boner while lookin' at your hot ass!

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Dm me

pink to make the boys wink 😉

A little creepy.

Awesome 😎

For most of my life from puberty onwards I considered myself straight/bi-curious. Growing up in a conservative area of western Canada and going through puberty right as the aids epidemic took off, I heavily repressed my curiosity. It finally took severe nerve damage to my pelvic floor from a tumor in my spine and the resultant loss of function to my front end to get me to open up. I knew from playing with my ass as a teenager that I would like bottoming and the only way I can orgasm now is from prostate massage. My ex wife was not interested in pegging as she was too submissive. Eventually we opened our marriage so she could be sexually satisfied again as I struggled to be into playing with her since I no longer got an orgasm out of it (selfish I know). She became OK with me exploring my “bi side” since it allowed me to orgasm by bottoming. After a few years we both realized I was more into guys than women sexually. We mutually decided to divorce earlier this year. We remain great friends and co-parents and still love each other in a closer family member way. She has had a steady boyfriend for over a year now who is a great guy for her. He and I get along well. I am able to now live life openly as a gay male. I don’t think you can turn a straight person gay. I think most people have some level of fluidity when it comes to sexual orientation. I also think there are a lot of men and women out there that like me have repressed their true sexuality to conform to societal expectations. Unfortunately most of those individuals will live their whole lives closeted/repressing themselves for fear of being what society thinks.

I tend to be a submissive bottom, but when I am at the baths and I see a guy stroking his cock I will walk up and touch him. If he doesn’t recoil or say no I will move in and start sucking.

I think this is the best answer. There is no easy answer. Canada is similar to US with the "Romeo and Juliet" laws. It is finding the correct balance between giving young adults freedom but protecting them from predators. No matter what governments do there will always be people who think it overkill or not enough.

Hopefully you will get some good replies. I will be following this thread. This is something I would also be interested in knowing how to setup.

As a submissive bottom I always thank guys for their load whether it was in my ass or in my mouth.

I sort of fantasise on a type of gay handmaid's tale. There are no women. Only men in different levels of authority and domination. Obviously as a handboy my position is the lowest of the low. There to be fucked after being assigned to a dominant top. My name would probably be ofchad or something. I see each handboy having a QR code tattooed on their necks, so that the police can scan and identify your owner. If you don't have a QR code then your fair game to be fucked by anyone. So, it's sort of in your best interest to have an assigned dominant. I could go on forever, but you get the drift

Squirt at the moment as it has the most guys in my area.

That's a great looking hairy dad hole

One of my favorite places was a field of long grass on a warm day. I had my jeans pulled down and the polish builder I was meeting inside me as we spooned. It was spontaneous and very sexy, and he lasted a long time. I also had a very sexy time topping a Spanish hairy guy in the back of my open truck parked somewhere private and looking up at the night sky. We started out kissing in the seats, but we wanted more and ended up in the back of the truck on some old dog blankets. I was only planning to drive him home, but sometimes things happen. For total fantasy I think somewhere in space with no gravity would be great. Floating around only feeling each other, no weight to bother us so we just relax in any positions we like. Would be a lot of fun to shoot a load out there too. But I want to go in to space anyway so maybe I'm cheating and making two wishes in to one. Well, if anyone wants to start a space mission to shoot some sexy men in to space, sign me up.

Jake's heart raced with excitement as he stumbled upon his favorite spot in Central Park that night. The air was thick with the scent of lust and the promise of a good time. His skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat from his earlier conquests, his hole still pulsating from the last stranger who had claimed it. His tight, little body was dressed in a way that screamed "use me," with a jockstrap barely containing his plump ass and a tank top that did nothing to hide his hard nipples and arched back. He had a knack for attracting the right kind of attention—specifically, the muscular, hairy, and dominant men who craved his youthful, submissive spirit. The two daddies he often encountered had become somewhat of a myth to him—his own personal sex gods. They were tall, burly, and had thick, uncut cocks that Jake could barely believe were real. They had always taken him to the limits of his endurance, filling him up with their seed before disappearing into the night like phantoms of his darkest desires. Tonight, however, was different. As he approached their usual spot, he found them leaning against a tree, smoking cigars. Their eyes locked onto him like predators spotting prey, and Jake felt his cock stir in his jock. "Hey, boy," one of them called out, his deep, gruff voice sending a shiver down Jake's spine. "Why don’t we try something different tonight." Jake's eyes widened with anticipation, and he practically sprinted over to them, eager to find out what this special treat could be. “Come with us and we’ll make sure you have a great time,” one said. The other daddy grabbed his arm and pulled him to their next location. As they arrived at what Jake assumed was the men’s apartment, he walked in to see a large living room, toys and gear all around, and a sling in the corner against the windows for all the neighbors to see. “This seem like something you’d be interested in, boy?” one of the daddy’s growled. Jake just nodded, amazed. The daddies started to undress, and Jake finally got a good look at them in actual light—not the moonlight and streetlamps of the park. They were perfect. Tall, muscular, and hairy. Thick beards, big hands, and bigger feet. Jake just stood there amazed, seeing their jockstraps barely contain their massive bushes and thick, pulsating cocks. “Now, you’ve always impressed us in the park. But we’re thinking of going a bit harder tonight.” The first daddy, whose name Jake had never bothered to learn, pulled out something from his pocket. "You ever tried this?" he asked, holding up a small pipe filled with meth. Jake smiled and nodded eagerly. He had read about it in all his seedy chatrooms—how it could make you feel invincible, like you could take on the world. Or, in his case, the two of them. He didn't need much persuading. He smiled as the daddy lit it, took a hit, and blew it deep into Jake’s open mouth. Inhaling the sharp, chemical smoke deep into his lungs. The rush was immediate, making his skin tingle and his cock throb. He took the pipe and smoked a bit more. The two daddies didn't waste any time. They stripped him of his few remaining clothew and began to play with his body, their rough, calloused hands exploring every inch of his smooth, hairless flesh. They manhandled every inch of him until they finally unleashed what was hiding in their jockstraps. Two absolutely massive, ripe uncut cocks. The first daddy fucked him raw, his furry, muscular body pounding into Jake's eager ass. The second daddy took his time, stroking Jake's cock and whispering filthy words into his ear. They shared him, using his holes like they owned them, and Jake couldn't get enough. He had never felt so alive, so alive, so... used. The night turned into a blur of pleasure and pain. Jake lost count of how many times he was filled and emptied, his ass stretched to its maximum capacity. The daddies were relentless, their appetite for his youthful body insatiable. They fisted him, used toys on him, and even had him suck them off simultaneously, his mouth and throat a mess of saliva and precum. As dawn began to break, Jake was a mess of sweat, cum, and meth-induced euphoria. His ass was raw and his jaw was sore, but he was in heaven. He had been used all night long by the two men he had come to crave, and he had loved every second of it. The daddies finally climaxed, one after the other, filling his ass and mouth with their hot, thick loads. Jake swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of their cum as it slid down his throat. They tossed him out of the apartment with a slap on the ass, a wink, and a promise to see him around. Jake stumbled away, his legs wobbly and his spirit soaring. He had been claimed by the two daddies in the most primal way possible, and he felt utterly and completely alive. He didn't know when he'd see them again, but he knew he'd be back, craving more of their rough, unbridled lust. This was his world—a world of anonymous sex, no strings attached, and endless streams of cum to satisfy his ever-hungry hole.