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I think I know how filming porn works. Usually there are small teams behind the scenes during the actual filming. I was wondering how often - at the end of a scene or shoot - the actors give members of the crew blow jobs or a turn at their ass. of course there are all sorts of sex that could go on after a scene. My guess is that after money shots the director is no longer looking for "volume" 🙂. I'm sure with only fans and the like that there's fewer people involved. Anyway... Just a thought . I guess you could consider it a tip to the crew.

You're my hero, dude! 👍 Talked about gay sex with a straight buddy once. He said he always wanted to know what it felt like to have his ass licked but that his GF would never do that. So I offered to rim his hairy ass. Unfortunately he turned me down. Didn't want to cheat on his GF... *sigh*

I usally don't mix my play with the gym or my gym routine. However, I made a huge exception with this bro that I've seen at the gym quite abit. Picture 5'11, 198 pounds of solid beef, curly black hair, brown eyes, pecs and a huge white boy bubblebutt in short gym shorts! We chatted abit and then headed over to his place for beers. I found out real quick his GF is outta town and he wanted to fuck! I told him that he'd first have to sit that fat ass on my face! I tongued that bro cunt like no tomorrow as he jerked off, got hard, then fucked me ! His fucking babies leaked outta my ass afterwards as he sat back on my face and I flossed my teeth with his butt crack hair and shot my load!

I love how at the 6:00 mark he just shoves it in and holds the bottom down as the bottom screams. Would be an honor to serve a top like that...

a buffet of holes awaits you

I love rimming a fisted hole

I swear that I was hypnotised by his mancunt. I remember it like it was yesterday and I was very tempted to chew on his hole there and then .

Not exciting to admit, but the first time that I took a cock … it was wrapped. Kisses!!!

I've been gangfucked and gangfisted by multiple (in the double digits) men but I started with 3 men. Know your limits and push them slightly rather than be in a situation that you can't handle

great story, wished i could get pozzed this way.

At fifteen, boredom and raging hormones were a potent combination. My friend was at my house, parents out. We were playing video games, but the real game started when we switched to porn, "straight porn," naturally, because we were "straight" high schoolers. During a particularly explicit scene, an impulse took hold. "Want to try sucking me like that?" I asked. A quick "no" was his answer. I pulled my cock out, thick and throbbing. "It's big," he said. I pressed and insisted. He resisted, but then, almost grudgingly, he gave in. The moment his mouth enclosed my cock, everything changed. He went from hesitant to ravenous, sucking with an intensity that shocked me. Next, I turned him around. "I don't want to," he whispered, but his back was already curving, his ass lifting in a silent invitation. It was clumsy, a blind fumbling. I didn't know about lube, about making it easy. For what felt like an eternity (ten, maybe fifteen minutes) I pushed, straining to get my "big cock" inside him. Finally, with a pop, I was in. And then, two minutes later, I came. The immediate aftermath was a punch to the gut. My cock emerged, slick with blood and a sickening smear of shit. A cold wave of shame washed over me. This isn't me. I'm not gay, I chanted internally, the disgust immediate and overwhelming. I just wanted him gone, my cum still warm inside him as I kicked him out. Yet, despite that agonizing cocktail of shame and revulsion, that wasn't the end of it. It wouldn't be the last time I found myself breeding him.

To the calm after the storm. I’ve been trying to master the art of teasing. And I’ve come to realize that it’s a very delicate dance— a dance between lighting someone up and tearing them down. The line is razor thin. And I find myself dancing on it at all times. It’s exhilarating. It’s challenging. But the payoff? The payoff is always so damn worth it that it’s worth dancing that line constantly for me. Teasing is meant to be light-hearted. It’s meant to be fun. You’re both supposed to laugh—maybe feel a little embarrassed— but never, at any point, feel hurt. Feel small. Feel insignificant. Because that’s when teasing stops being teasing. That’s when it becomes cruelty. But teasing—when done right— it connects people on a deeper level. It’s playful intimacy. A coded language. A test of wit and trust all in one breath. Lately, I feel like my teasing has crossed into flirtation. Maybe even a little witty, too. And I’m embracing that space. I’m learning to read the room, to gauge the other person’s response, and to adjust the intensity like a dimmer switch. And so far? It’s working. Really well. But I’ve noticed something important. Something crucial. Aftercare matters. Because when you run someone over with a bulldozer— even if it’s with charm and cheek— there’s going to be collateral damage. You have to know how to pick up the pieces. You have to remind them that it was all in good fun— and that you’re still there. Still present. Still holding them together. You have to remind them that they are enough. Weirdly enough, I’ve found that this same kind of aftercare extends into sex, too. I’m definitely more drawn to the rougher side of things. But I’ve learned— the best kind of rough sex always ends in softness. It’s in the way the top pulls the bottom close. The way he whispers, “You’re still here. You’re still wanted.” It’s the way he reminds the bottom that after the surrender— the degradation, the spit, the rawness— they are not worthless. That they matter. That all of it was just play. Delicious, messy, powerful roleplay. And that at the end of the day, they are still whole. Still loved. That’s what teasing is to me. The art of playfully jabbing someone while never letting them forget— they matter.

thanks, good to note about the flare out. love the idea of being gaped open.

I'm hoping that the next stop is the leather store 🖤

Yea. Very many years ago. I know i fell in love with my master. He taught me all kinds of things and the way he played mind games with me i started to think of him all the time. Even when he would make me play with his friends alone or make me go to their homes I did my best for my master. He was good looking great body and great hands. I do still think of him occasionally.

Funny, I was only thinking yesterday it's been a while since I saw him online, and today I saw this thread. I am glad he's okay and understand sometimes it's needed to take a break and reset. He had great taste in EDM, so I am glad his DJing is continuing. I miss his posts but I am happy if he's thriving.

WOW ! OH MY GOD ! So Smooth - HOT - DELICIOUS - Multi Cum Loads - Dripping Wet - YUMMY !

I met my husband through what was supposed to be a quick fuck after work one night back in 2001. Turns out I was the first to fuck him as he had only done oral with guys before. After I dropped my load and was getting dressed he got out of me where I worked and showed up the next day at my office. So after a few more fuck sessions we started dating. And when gay marriage became legal we were married. Now it's been 24 years. Long time for a hook-up!

It was raw in 1984, well before anti-retrovirals were available. Condom was discussed but neither of us liked rubber. I don’t think anyone even took hiv tests regularly then. It was only after many years in 1995 I became poz.

It’s happened several times. It’s nice when sexual attraction turns more intimate and a mental bond can form. Two times we ended up in a long term relationship and moved in together. Once two people learn what the other enjoys, intimacy can freely flow and being together can reach new heights.

Throughly enjoyed Dubcon, you have a natural ability on a scene level, “Writer Extraordinaire”

Married mine. To be fair, it wasn't totally random in a Grindr way. But was at a gay bar with a friend, and a friend of my friend I had never met came over and started chatting/hanging out with us. We all went home together to hang out. One thing lead to another and the friend of a friend started huffing pits, and slyly revealing the jockstrap he had underneath (clearly was trying to hook up at the bar!). I end up dragging him to the guest room and pounding the hell out of him. The way he fucked was just... so perfectly in sync with me. We then started meeting up every weekend to fuck, and turned out we were the exact same level of piggy. I had never been with anyone before that shared even 1/4th of my kinks so someone who checked every box was almost panic attack inducing it was so hot lmao. We got up to a lot of bullshit including giant 100 person Folsom orgies, house rental orgies, steamworks adventures... Ultimately though he was a really lovely, honest person with the heart of a lion that inspires you to do your best. The kind of guy you could trust with anything. Tie in the fact that he laughs at my stupid jokes and gets my sense of humor, then follow that with him helping me through a very hard event that happened in my life, deciding to propose was easy. The only thing we haven't done is me whoring him out in a cumdump session on grindr/sniffies...super into that scene, but I'm more of a switch so it feels hard to push things in such a dom top direction. Also covid happened and ever since then his sex life aspirations have cooled off a lot. He's a lot more into fisting/toy/kink play now. I still have a bit of a desire to get up to bullshit though. Navigating new waters and all that 🙂

Please give us the location of this bar!!!