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If this sounds like you, and youre within 2 hours of Jackson, GA, DM me asap. Ive got a question I need to ask, and an offer you wont want to miss out on. This task will very heavily rewarded if the guy exists here who can do it. $$

Swallow!

Not offended, more like turned on!

Definitely in heat every now and then. Seems to coincide with full moon...

I have never... but would love to with the right man/group of men!

Update

Don't care at all, it's the man and the cock that's important. Although, getting hair in my mouth is a bit annoying...

Def made into one by a USMC marine in san diego whe he took my virginity...

What "non extreme positions" will "settle down" trumps extremism?

Part 2 The whole grape of horny men came from the long vaulted tract together around the corner into the small half round room in which he lay raised with the pillow on the ground. All wearing only a loose white cotton pants, as Cem had put on again in the meantime. Jamal ran the saliva down the corners of the mouth, he was so horny and the thought of the horny clubs that this male troop had between your legs, whose outlines he could spot through the fabric. „You’re Jamal, aren’t you?“ Cem’s father asked. He asked the others to spoil Jamal and carry him over to the Hararet. He followed them after, with a tray full of syringes and other utensils, but Cem didn’t hear anything about all this. The horny boys and men put Cem on the hot stone and pulled an eye mask over his head. Then they began to massage him with an oil mixture. Two of him pulled his arms to the side and he now felt that some of the male guys attached something to his arm, which was fixed like a band around the upper arm. They told him to keep calm now, no matter what comes next, and ticked him firmly on the hot stone. Almost at the same moment, he felt something like a needle being pressed into the crook of his arm, on the same arm where something had been fixed before. The needle was pulled out and the fixation loosened. At the same moment, he could no longer breathe and began to cough violently. Also in his ass was pressed something liquid. Still pressed firmly on the stone by the horny guys. He felt a heat through his whole body and he only concentrated on the room and the cocks of the horny guys. He wanted to be fucked by them, serve them and get his ass spoiled. No matter what would happen now, they could do anything with him, really anything they wanted. His spirit was just floating and he was just far away. Every little noise in the big room made him even more horny. „What do you want Jamal,“ Cem asked. „Do you want to lie here comfortably relaxed or be fucked badly by all of us? Take our loaded seed in you?“ „Use me, do whatever you want with me, but fuck my ass and give me your juice. I need this so much.” Cem’s father told the boys to take off the mask on the young Turk and said that’s how it should be. Cem first looked in a high of drugs in the round then down on his dripping but only like a toddler little shriveled something. He looked up again and already at the top he had forgotten what he was just about to ask, why his „gient cock“ was so small. „Please!!!!“ Was the only one who left his actually youthful throat with an enormously masculine voice. The provisional end, now you can imagine how it could go on... but maybe we can all look forward to YOUR continuation of Jamal's journey at or after this first visit to this special Turkish bath?

I'm a very hairy guy. I love any and all cocks blasting inside of my hairy hole!

When I'm horny I'm a complete exhibitionist! I wish I had pics of all the raw cocks from over the years in my ass. I especially love videos of my ass getting fucked and bred. One time I was being raw fucked in the backroom of a bar. It was quite crowded. I hadn't noticed an oriental guy with his phone out, he was either taking pics or videotaping the action in my ass. Some guy barked at him, "put that away, you can't do that here. " I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. It was such a turn on to have been taken advantage of. I was disappointed when the phone was put away. I would love to have a video of me taking load after load while I'm bound in a sling !

If I am going for anonymous numbers, then I prefer him cumming faster. But many times in a booth I get bogged down on my knees with one guy for like a half hour. If I am in more intimate situation, then I prefer no shorter than a half hour.

Yes I rim him a lot.

Be so hot to be filmed with dicks in my holes 😵

@PozToxVersPig Sir, I salute and thank you for the depth of research you put into your post. There are several ideas that have been floating around in my head for a good while now that were validated by your timeline (and a couple other guy's posts.) One is that the current "newer" generations of we silly queers are operating a culture that is only slightly based upon the culture of our forefaggots. We who came out and embraced our gay post-Matthew Sheppard did so largely without the help and guidance of older gay men via bars and backrooms. We also found bits and pieces of our past, and easy connections to other men, online in the pre-commercial websites you listed (although you didn't mention yahoo! Groups, which were the major hub of erotic fiction, fetish picture collections, and hookup chatrooms that 13 year old and onward Me inhabited.) The other major idea is that this easy connection to other gay men, that has only accelerated and widened (not deepened) once cell phones came into play has ultimately cheapened and sorta invalidated the gay hookup. At least in my mind's eye, the gay hookup that "once was." The risk of coming onto the wrong man is mitigated with the existence of pure gay "social spaces" that are a weird blend of cyber and physical space. It is now the opposite in that straight men must specifically seek out their own entry (via creating a profile or downloading an app) in order for them to be hit on or propositioned sexually. And these spaces come with tools to filter away those who we think we don't want to fuck with. As well as mini-platforms to vocalize and show off a speck of our personalities, but to my dismay seem to mainly be used to list demands or everything that one wont do. It may be that my view/concept of what it was like to hook up pre-1990 is skewed and in no way based on reality.. but the risk of (at best) getting the shit kicked out of you or (at worst) full on being murdered, compounded with the fact that you had to know the body language and ephemera of cruising or at least know a little to be discrete about hitting on another man, as well as the fact was it was out-right illegal and culturally heinous to have sexual relations with another man... All added up to the gay hookup being a political, rebellious, life-affirming act. ..... Do I think on this line of thought often? Yes, usually while scrolling through Grindr looking for some breeder top to satisfy my deep-seated need for connection and communion with another gay man, if only for an hour if I'm lucky.

It’s what jockpussy is built for takes wayyy bigger than monster cock too bro

For me these days its alot of jerking in the shower. Shoot in my hand then lick and swallow!

I need to write a more complete account, but I gave 3 and took 11 loads tonight at Club 541. I hope succeeded in keeping the cum contained on the drive back to my hotel with paper towels and won't have to scrub the seat of the rental car before I return it.

So... How was your cumdump? How many raw loads did your cunt get?

I'm a little bit particular/mental about cumming.. I'll edge for days building up a load, to the point where my balls are just about killing me. And I mostly bottom so I don't want to cum since that makes my prostate highly sensitive and renders me unable to be fucked for a good long minute of slow recovery. So I'm usually alone and in a near-sleep state of being when I finally go the mile and give myself the release of an orgasm. More often than not this happens with me on my back with legs either up in the air or man-spread, on a telegram video chat, in my bed. It feels amazing to push my cock out and down so the cum sorta glazes my hole and inner thighs and falls onto my bed-sheet.. Once I stop ejaculating (sometimes during) I usually start crashing down and drift into the post-orgasm coma and don't bother with cleaning up the cum. Waking up with cum dried on my hole and in my leg hairs feels right. I wash and change my sheets maybe every couple weeks. Never really thought too much about it, but that's the main location and way that I cum.

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