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So I have trained myself and now have no gag reflex. The key is to learn to control your body’s automatic response to having something jammed down your throat! First you need to increase your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time. You can do this in several ways but I recommend just doing regular breathing exercises to expand your lung capacity. If you over oxygenate your body, you can go without oxygen for a long time. Then you need to get comfortable breathing exclusively through your nose, so you can breathe with your mouth full. Personally I love to use a little blow to numb my throat which makes it that much easier to throat a big dick deep for a long time without any problems. it should be said that some tops like it when you gag and choke on them - I know one who legit wants me to throw up lol - but in my decades of experience they all appreciate a sucker who is enthusiastic about getting it all down their throat and has developed their skills to be able to handle even the biggest of dicks

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I crave that feeling of RAW cock in my ass. I prefer not to have any lube at all—just doesn’t do it for me. A little bit of spit feels more primal and does the trick. After taking my first load of the night I use the breeder’s cum as lube, and the same goes for every guy after that. Cum accumulates and my hole gets very wet…

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Bit of spit and ram it into me and make me feel every inch of it. Lube on monster cocks doesnt hurt. But i also love fucking raw no spit or lube.

I cum all over myself and then lick it off my fingers. I used to aim for my face. I also love cumming on high heels and onto images of people i know and want to fuck.

I grew up pre internet so porn wasn't readily available. Believe it or not the first porno i watched was animal farm , We were early teens. VHS rape. So there wasn't a lot of comparing willys going on. Role on to my early 20s, No complaints but i started picking up street hos when i was drunk. One night i was just off a main road in the city center. In some bushes. I was getting a blow job while my jeans were down. I could feel her trying to get my wallet so i bent forward and moved it from my jeans to my inside jacket pocket. She didnt say anything. She just kept sucking.. After a minute or so she paused and said "you have a small penis" before carrying on. Even though i was pretty drunk and it was 25 years ago or so ive never forgotten it.

Temptation lost this round to Dan's determination to have Rick be his poz father. There were many occasions that Dan could have succumbed to temptation-the waiter and a few bar patrons-but Dan held out and resisted them even though his "pussy" ached to feel a hard cock in it. Now, the breeding that Dan wants so badly is only hours away, and Rick gave Dan a "taste" of what to expect on Saturday night. What does @mancocohave planned for Dan leading up to and for Dan's first unprotected poz breeding? I don;t know, but I am certain that it will be epic and well worth the wait!

Yes. A monster cock is a true faggots purpose for living. Pain should never last long. Properly lubed. But i started with a monster cock as a teen. So i started off with pain and being gaped. Pain stopped after a couple minutes and became raw all consuming pleasure .

I love using them on myself but I've really gotten into popper coaching lately. Putting that bottle up to guys' noses and pushing them to do more and more is so fun. Today I gave a boy his first taste of poppers. The way he reacted to the first hit told me he was hooked.

I'm in my early 40s and just starting to embrace my dom and verbal side. I do enjoy using it on younger guys and them calling me Daddy is hot. But I also like using it on guys my age and up. I don't think I could turn it off if I wanted to at this point.

Are you off the GRID - negative Are you on the GRID - positive [think before following links] https://www.menhealthdomain.com/archives/19688 Before any official name was assigned, the medical community referred to the disease by different names based on the symptoms that were most apparent. These names included terms like: GRID (Gay-Related Immune Deficiency): This term was used during the early days of the epidemic in the United States. GRID was coined in the early 1980s when the disease was primarily seen in gay men, and it was thought to be related to their sexual behavior. It was a reflection of the widespread societal stigma surrounding the LGBTQ+ community at that time. The use of “gay” in the term GRID reinforced harmful stereotypes and fueled discrimination against gay individuals, despite the fact that the disease was later shown to affect people of all sexual orientations.

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After mine and Tim’s protracted and messy breakup, it’d be a few years and a different city before I started dating again. Which wasn’t to say my cheating came to a halt… I just took a turn as the mistress for the first time, and honestly I fucking loved it just as much. The very first time was a double whammy of awkward; a married guy from work. We’d both started on the same day, 20 year old me, and 30 year old Dion, who was as beautiful as his name was stupid. We all knew he was married, and honestly I worked with him for about half a year without giving him a second thought. The office ladies all drooled over him, and he knew it, and that kinda thing always puts me off a guy. The disinterest seemed mutual, and we barely acknowledged each other beyond pleasantries until it came time for the office Christmas party. We’d been sat next to each other for the dinner, and I think it was on the 2nd glass of wine that I suddenly felt Dion’s hand rest on my thigh under the table. Nothing else about him changed; he carried on his conversation with our colleagues, he didn’t even look at me, there was just suddenly this hand gently gripping my thigh, and I almost choked on my dessert. And that was it. No eye contact, no flirty banter, just wherever I went and wherever I sat that night, Dion would be there, and he would be very deliberately and very discreetly touching me somehow. It drove me wild trying not to acknowledge it, the clothing wherever we were touching didn’t feel like it was there, and I didn’t dare catch his eye the entire evening. When it came time to head home we ordered taxis, but, coincidence of coincidences, it was two seats short, and me and Dion happened to live closest, so we waved the others off and started walking together, making small talk and very deliberately not mentioning the unbearable tension in the air. We carried on like that until we turned down the alley that led to my house, and that was where Dion made his move, turning me by the shoulder to face him, and pulling me in for a kiss that felt like fireworks. He was quite a bit bigger and more muscular than me, and in the shadows of that alley I melted into his arms like teenage girls in the movies. Well, that is, until I heard him unzip his fly and felt his hand on the back of my head guiding me down to my knees in front of him. He had a hefty curved dick, and honest to God he smelt fucking amazing down there, I just kept getting nosefuls of his fantastic muskiness every time the head of his dick hit the back of my throat, and it made my head spin. I don’t even know how long I was on my knees, just that we were interrupted by people passing by, and at that moment I took his hand and led him the two minutes to my house without another word between us, just this urgent, hungry silence. We clumsily fell through my house to my room, clothes landing everywhere, or not even coming off at all; his white shirt was only mostly unbuttoned as his trousers hit the floor, revealing a tanned, smooth, muscular body covered in tattoos, and my jeans and underwear were still very much around one of my legs as he pushed me back onto the bed, spreading me out before him. There was no ceremony or foreplay, our eyes simply locked as he spat on his cock and slid it into me in one fluid motion while I pulled him in closer, his hand covering my mouth to stifle a cry as his curve sent the head of his dick straight into my sweet spot. And that’s how we stayed, entwined on the edge of my bed, kissing through the moans and grunts as he drilled his dick into my guts with such ferocity that I heard the wooden slats of my bed cracking under us. After what felt like an age he finally let out a long, low groan as he thrust his cum deep inside me, in turn prompting me to jizz all over my chest and on both of our nice shirts. As we slowly pulled ourselves apart and upright, we still didn’t speak. In fact, the only word uttered from the moment Dion kissed me til the moment he left was a soft "thanks" as he kissed me at my door and walked into the night. The next day at work it was as if nothing had happened; if anyone else had noticed us, they didn’t say, while Dion and I slipped straight back into our civil but distant work relationship, and if it wasn’t for the dull ache of my bruised insides I might’ve wondered if it even happened at all. We never ever spoke about it, although he did give me a slightly worried look when, at Dion’s leaving do a few months later, I made my way over to his husband to introduce myself. 😏 I did always appreciate a married man after that, I must say… see you soon for part 2!

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Each new chapter gets me that much more horny and hungry to have a top filling me up. Very much looking forward to more. I thought for a min that the waiter had spiked his drink.

So hot...can't wait

I'd seen it written once or twice and instantly got the icks, and THEN... I actually heard it in a song. Apparently Jake Hill (gay white boy rapper) put out an album of raunchy gay alt-cuntry (pun intended) songs and being curious, I listened to a few of them until I came across one in which he used this term-of-questionable-taste. My audio journey through his catalog ended right there. I'd link it here, but I'm not well-versed on whether external links are welcome. Just head to YouTube and look for "Dixon Dallas Good Lookin." You're welcome / I'm sorry.