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Do You Want This? John leaves the shower block. It was a quick shower. He tried to get all the cum out of him, but since he let 8 guys run a train on his ass for the second time in two days, he still feels wet inside and his asshole feels open. He is distracted wondering how he let this happen again. When he was driving his friends to the campground, they were all joking and laughing about the bottoms they would fuck this weekend. He started off great, blowing his load in Matt. But seeing the blissful look on Matt’s face and feeling sexually charged in that tent, he let himself go and got fucked. Since then, he has let over 20 men fuck and cum inside him. John is really beating himself up internally. It's been a lot of fun, but he doesn’t know these men. He’s taken so many sexual risks this weekend. He’s a nurse. He could be fired from his job if he is positive. If only he had kept a lid on his desires, his group of friends wouldn’t know what a slut he is behind closed doors. He has let plenty of men fuck him bareback over the years, but those were drunken hookups, behind closed doors or in cities where no one knew him. He’d been fucked my ten men one night at a bathhouse in Atlanta in the sling room, but he was there visiting a sick relative, so no one knew him. Now, his cover was blown and he was “outed” as a bottom. FUCK! John is so distracted that he is wandering by the campground office and almost gets hit by Richard’s golf cart backing up. Richard jumps out of the cart to check on John. John startled says he is okay, but he is so distracted that Richard knows something is wrong. Richard, whose role as camp “father figure” has been growing over the last decade, offers John a ride to his campground. John tells him where he is staying and Richard says he can get him close, but the trees block the way about 30 feet from the site. The men ride in silence for about a minute, but John’s anxiety is weighing on both men. Richard asks John what is wrong. John doesn’t hear him and says nothing. Richard, afraid something might be terribly wrong and jarred by the rape and the police, raises his voice and changes his tone. He says, “Tell me what’s wrong.” John is shocked by the tone. He starts chattering, almost blubbering, about the events of the weekend. He talks about his image and how he had carefully cultivated an image as a top for over a decade. How guys had treated him poorly as a bottom and how he didn’t feel he could be respected if guys though of him as a bottom. He feels like being “outed as a bottom” kind of broke open a slutty dam inside him. He talks about the sex with his friends, sex in the shower, sex in the field with all his friends, sex with other men over the weekend. Richard is listening intently. He is struck by the number of sexual partners and unprotected sex. This sounds like how this camp was when it first opened in the early 1980s. Richard is thinking but still listening to this muscle jock tell his story. When the man stops speaking, Richard parks the cart. Richard starts speaking to John is a way that slows the churn of negative voices in his head. Richard uses the shared history of the gay community to reach into John. The discussion is about thirty minutes, but it covers “bottom shaming”, “gay shame”, masculinity, love, acceptance, beauty, and joy. Eventually, Richard says, “John I knew a lot of guys like you. You need to own your choices and your joy. When guys are dying of AIDS, they either look back on their lives with joy or sorrow. There is no beauty or joy in seeing young people die painful deaths. However, the men who lived in joy, usually died in joy. Men who lived in doubt and self-hate, died that way too. I’m not saying you are going to die. I’m just asking how you want to live?” Richard asks John’s name and upon receiving it, uses the name repeatedly. He talks about how these stories are not uncommon. He talks about how he just had a conversation with another man today about how tops and bottoms are treated differently in the gay community. John says, “I guess I never looked at it like that.” Richard says, “I have to go start the golf cart parade. Think about what we talked about and come see me ya dumb slutty jock bitch.” Richard’s wry smile belies the last words and John laughs heartily. His laugh inspires a guffaw from Richard as he turns the cart to drive away. Richard stops the cart and says, “And, talk to your friends. I think you will be pleasantly surprised how much they care for you. If you need to talk, come find me. Okay?” John nods and smiles as he watches Richard drive away. John wanders over to his campsite. He sees Matt sitting there with the German and Rugby. Curious, John walks right toward them. Rugby calls out, “Hey homo!” Matt glares at Rugby and using a mom tone says, “Can you really not internalize anything we talked about just now?” The German gets up and gives John a big hug. “Where have you been?” German lifts John up and says, “I hope you’ve been having fun and not just avoiding us.” German puts John down and Rugby comes up and says, “Yeah. I hope you are ok, John. It’s been a crazy weekend.” John says, “Yeah things are ok. You know the camp director, Richard, just drove me back here. He is a good guy.” John goes to change into more relaxed shorts that aren’t covered in cum or dirt. He comes back out and sees Rugby has been watching him change. John’s mind immediately starts pushing negative thoughts. Rugby says, “John. Ummmm. Matt and I just had a long conversation. I think I’ve been being an ass to you or maybe about bottoms or……well……..however I’ve been an ass, I would never want you to think I was putting you down or being anything less than your friend.” Rubgy pauses. It’s clear he’s at a loss for his words. The German and Matt see the C Boys coming back from the shower. They are animated and about to burst in on this necessary conversation. Matt and the German turn toward the C Boys and intercept the roommates. They start talking about things and walk toward the golf cart parade route. Rugby sees the intervention and looks back to John. He says, “Can we talk?” Rugby sees John bracing himself. Rugby reaches out and in one of the most intimate ways he’s ever touched John, lightly entwines his large fingers into John’s palm, and holds his hand. Stunned at his friend holding his hand and John makes eye contact. Rugby’s face is full and open watching John. John steps closer to Rugby. Rugby uses his other arm to embrace John’s shoulders and pulls him close. He says, “I love you dude. I love you so much. I don’t know what’s going on right now, but seeing you hurting makes my heart hurt. It feels like it’s breaking watching you struggle.” John attempts to answer. He can’t at first. The warmth of his friend’s body, the tight grip, the intimacy, the love he is feeling—a love he thought was slipping away. It all builds. As the beautiful jock, being held by his large, beautiful friend, attempts to speak again, a sob breaks his silence. And now the dam truly breaks, as John sobs and sobs. He is letting go of all the tension he put on himself this weekend. He is letting go of the choices made from low self-esteem. He is just letting go. Rugby can feel John is getting limp in his arms. He holds tighter, holding his friend upright as he cries. His friend’s tears and snot are coating his chest where John’s head lays convulsing with sobs. Rugby strokes his hair. John says, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” Rugby says, “Nothing to be sorry for. I love you.” After John stops crying, the guys talk. And they talk. And they talk more. Every time they seem done, the conversation starts again. Rugby hits pause as he grabs two towels and shower supplies. They go off to the shower block. They can hear the honking and the crowd of the golf cart parade. Rugby says, “I’m glad we are showering. Cold snot on my chest feels cold and sticky.” John looks sheepish and says, “Sorry.” Rugby laughs and says, “Nothing to be sorry for you sexy fucker.” At the showers, the guys undress. Surprisingly, the shower block is empty. Rugby chooses the shower next to John. As they clean themselves, Rugby says, “I hear some guys get it on in the showers.” John winces and looks back and says, “I have kinda been a slut this weekend.” Rugby’s cock responds by getting harder. He says, “Tell me more.” John tells Rugby about the two guys he had sex with right after their sex with Matt. Rugby closes in on John and says, “That is so hot.” Rugby kisses John lightly and sweeps his hand over John’s wet body. He breaks the kiss and looks John in the face. He sees John watching him. Rugby says, “Do you want this?” John smiles. He hears Richard’s words in his head. John reaches out for Rugby’s big shoulders and rubs his bulky, muscular arms. He says, “Do I want these?” He reaches Rugby’s ample, girthy cock and says, “You mean—do I want this?” He gives it a stroke and feels it get hard in his hand. Then, he touches Rugby’s face and says, “I’d like this.” John kisses Rugby. Rugby feels John’s lips on his, parting them, kissing him gently and urgently. John wants him. He can feel it. Rugby pulls him in tightly. Before this weekend, Rugby has only felt this kind of connection with a few men. This feeling of warmth is confusing and intoxicating. He loves John and he holds him as they kiss. A sense of urgency and need rises in Rugby. His cock is full to bursting with the idea of being inside John. He turns John around and half in lust at the perfect muscle jock ass and half in absolute desire to be with a man he loves; Rugby rubs John’s hole and says, “Can I fuck you? We can do more later, but I want to be inside you now.” John nods. Rugby looks about. He didn’t bring lube. As he is about to reach for the shampoo, he sees a discarded lube bottle in the corner. He grabs it, opens it and discovers just enough to coat his cock. He rushes back over to John, almost slips on the floor, steadies himself on John’s hips, and in a moment of self-reflection says, “I haven’t been this eager to fuck an ass since I was a college freshman.” John both watches Rugby and arches his back and spreads his legs. He wants to see his friend enter him. He wants to watch the moment his friend becomes his lover. John feels the girthy cock head against his pucker. He wants this as much as Rugby does. John pushes back. Having been fucked consistently for the last few hours, his ass opens easily. Rugby bottoms out inside him. Rugby thinks to himself, “Fuck no guy can take me so easily. This must be fate.” Rugby moans as the warmth and wetness of John’s ass accepts him. He holds himself in place for a moment, knowing this fuck is going to change his life. He pushes right up against John’s back and tries to get further inside. He wants to be one with John. John grunts, chuckles lightly, and says, “Babe, I think you’re inside me now.” Rugby kisses John. He starts slow strokes. This ass feels incredible. He’s had a few asses this weekend, but John’s is unique. It’s like his heart and his cock are welded together for this fuck. As he speeds up the fuck, he can feel his heart thump harder. It’s scary and intoxicating. And John’s silky ass feels amazing. John starts working Rugby’s cock with his ass muscles. He wants this cock. He can feel how hard Rugby is and how much desire Rugby has to fuck his ass. John wants Rugby to want his ass too. He works his ass muscles to meet each thrust. Rugby says, “Work my cock. Oh fuck you feel so good.” The showers get colder and John turns his off. He braces himself against the wall, hands in front, bent over, and says, “Fuck me harder.” Rugby grabs his friends ass and starts pulling all the way out to the tip and slamming back inside. He does this for a few minutes until he is close to cumming. Then he changes his strokes to pulling out half way with short jabs. This stretches John more by coming out just to the girthiest part of Rugby’s cock. John is moaning. His cock is hard. Rugby reaches around to stroke John’s cock. Rugby leans over John’s body, stroking his cock, and fucking him with deep, determined shallow strokes. He says, “I love you John. I want this to last forever.” John says, “Not forever. I want you to breed me.” Rugby says, “Oh fuck yes.” He returns to the long strokes and slamming back in. A few minutes later as the boys are grunting and moaning loudly, John cums on the floor. His ass muscles contract on Rugby’s cock and less than five strokes later, Rugby is blowing his cum up John’s ass. The boys collapse on the wet, tile floor in a heap of naked limbs and love. They can hear someone peeing and washing his hands on the other side of the shower wall singing, “Nasty” by Janet Jackson. Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh Oh you nasty boys I could learn to like this The boys laugh. John looks at Rugby and says, “It’s Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.” Rugby laughs heartily and hugs John tighter. ……… Meanwhile, High Dude is wandering around the wooded area. “FUCKING WHORES!” he screams. He fucked this dumb slut exactly how he wanted to be fucked. He bred him like the whore he is and now the cops are looking for him. “What a fucking pussy that guy turned out to be. Should’ve known from those purple shorts.” He thinks. High Dude was wandering back toward his campsite when one of his friends said the cops were just asking for him. High Dude asked why, but his friend didn’t know. He said he hadn’t heard the conversation because he was on his way to set up their area for the Golf Cart Parade. High Dude rolled his eyes. He says, “Why does this camp turn my friends into different versions of the same slutty Susie Homemaker?” His friend says, “Why are you such a dick this weekend? Just go see what the cops want asshole.” High Dude remembers that purple shorts dude crying after their fuck. He got what he wanted so why he was crying. It seemed so stupid and weak at the time. High Dude thinks, “Whatever. The guy was a fucking stupid slut.” As he was wandering, he saw Jay going into a trailer with that “July Bottom” dude. Clearly Jay is a fucking whore. He also saw Rugby, the German and Matt talking. There was that slutty cum dumpster, Matt, who wasn’t interested in High Dude for some stupid reason; even though the little slut had been fucked by half the guys at this camp in the last couple days. How his asshole wasn’t dragging along the ground by now was a surprise to High Dude. What a FUCKING WHORE! He needed to get his things and get out of here. But, that meant he had to probably wait until night during the dance party to get his stuff while his friends were away from their campsite.

This question always spawns debate among those who give or get the act of oral compliance and service. Whether you're a feeder (oral top) or a hungry cocksucker, if you get the whole cock worshiping scene, you understand my quandary. A lot of guys don't think it's a fetish. They think of fetishes as much more intense physical and mental behaviors which we've all seen discussed on here and other sites (Fetlife). In fact, I've been called a "One Trick Pony" sexually. Basically saying that, as a cocksucker, I'm as vanilla and limited as they come. Au contraire, I say! The whole thing about cock worship is that it transcends just the act itself. It becomes a total physical, emotional and psychological immersion that engages the feeder and the cocksucker. It's ritualistic, ceremonial and deistic. It objectifies the cock and makes it the center of the service, hard, soft, semi, seeping and bulging....all stages of total joy for guys like me. As I've said many times before, cock is the one god that has never let me down. And cock worship if the one faith that continues to inspire, support, motivate and embrace me every day. Guys who embrace the power hanging between their thighs are gods to me.

Hot ass!!

I'm a bit on the fence here I guess. On one hand, I enjoy a no-nonsense, transactional approach to oral sex when the time is right. But I have ended many of them over the years because they made me feel unvalued (?) somehow. My fav regulars are guys who become buddies and friends. The kind who will come over for a cup of coffee/tea, beer or glass of wine and chill for a bit. They understand that teasing a little with their bulge can be a hot lead-up and enjoy the intimacy of sitting, chilling and letting me totally goon out on their cock and cum. But he always finishes his beverage and gives me a big hug before leaving. That, to me, is a great friendship with benefits.

Easy answer to this question: Because it’s good to know what “the other side is thinking.” Why wouldn’t a well-rounded person want to know that?

Regular for longer sessions and random to unload quickly. I wish I had more regulars but on the other hand it is hot to know that my DNA is spread.

You'll take whatever position you wish @tobetrained. Honestly I don't care. I have no expectation that others agree with me. My position, the shut down was caused by Republicans. They have all the power. If Republicans wanted to end it, they could. The Dem position is well stated, I don't need to beat it to death. They won't agree until R's actually negotiate, which the R's refuse to do. Dems are in DC. Repub's are on vacation. There are a ton of other things to improve how our democracy progresses, but that won't ever happen with Nazi rule or one party take the position that they own every correct thought and action. (which is MAGA right now)

I’m the same as you. I don’t get a choice. But am opposite and need the loads deep in my ass.

I love taking it all over my face and in my mouth while people watch.

Accepting one's place into the fraternity is hot.

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HA! very informative @PozBearWI. I'm saying nothing Lee Saunders -- the head of AFSCME -- said on October 1. But, ultimately, we can't... to your point. [think before following links] https://www.afscme.org/press/releases/2025/afscmes-saunders-shutting-down-the-government-wont-hide-the-health-care-crisis-that-anti-worker-extremists-started And now both the Federal Workers Union and Air Traffic Controllers Union have demanded as well. But, I'm sure they're all stupid in your book too...?

Mmmmmhmmmm I love that feeling. It's so sloppy and warm and you get so stretched open.

The only time I like it when a guy pulls out is when he’s gonna blow his load all over my pussy while videotaping and proceeds to fuck his load in an out of me

Absolutely. If you go in raw you finish raw. I've never understood people that fuck raw then pull out to cum it's a complete waste.

I'm great at pulling out, I always do exactly when I intend to. I like to tell bottoms this if they're nervous about letting me in bare. The best part about this promise is that I never said I was going to pull out before I mark them with my cum.

Indeed. I was surprised that Joe ran for 24 at all. At the time he announced I shook my head and said something akin to "this isn't going to turn out well". And it didn't. Kamala gave it a good run for her 107 days; but indeed, it was fucked up from day 1 as the primaries were already done. Dems were running a candidate that did not have the benefit of primaries, save for the shaky point that had Joe died; she was the elected logical successor. As a party, I believe dems are well aware they fucked up and we are where we are. Now it's "where to from here". It appears that dems are reinventing themselves, and thankfully, there is no figurehead.

Yeah, I think he came inside you. Lol. I'm sure he was clean too.