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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.

She is aware of my bi side but not this level of lust and hunger for cock. But sadly she does not encourage it, that's why I haven't been able to go much further.

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Sounds good. Our trip to USA differed due to trumps hatred for chinese / asians..hence have to look for alternatives, with Berlin with now Middle east wars, hence some one suggested Australia

Love it! And would love to have you breed me

The two coaches we had did sometimes shower with the guys. Both were mid 30s built. Always wore tight polos and shorts or sweats, depending on the weather. Typical HS jock type coaches. We’d get a good look at them and talk about it when they weren’t around. But was always a “we’re all guys here” attitude with them in the showers. One also taught a class that I was a TA for. He took me under his “wing” my senior year. Tall, black hair/eyes. The other was a furry ginger. I always wondered about that one. Later after talking with a buddy after graduation, he told me that, yeah, Coach “Ginger” had made a move on him.

For me, there is nothing better than gloryhole cock. That basic needs fulfillment of him just needing a hungry mouth to pleasure him and cum in and me just needing to suck a cock and eat some cum, neither of us caring about anything about the other person than getting what we need, is absolute perfection to me.

When I first started taking dick up my hole, I couldn’t get past the pain from the big cock tops that would fuck me. It hurt a lot and so I s itched to being almost an exclusive top for a good decade. It was only when I started putting toys and large phalic items up my ass that my hole started to relax enough that I could tolerate it and the pain turned into pleasure. Poppers clearly helped me, too, they made me super relaxed and loose. Today when I bottom the pain is pretty mild and fades away as soon as my ass gets coated with precum.

After being Fucked by a Big Cock a 7 inch feels small. But I like all cocks in me. Never found a Cock I couldn't take.

I got home. I went into my room and changed into shorts and tshirt. I went into the kitchen to get some water and Rick came out of his bedroom. He was in his thin white shorts and tank top. "Good evening boy. You have a fun night?" he said "Hi Daddy. Yes it was a fine." I said "Why so gloomy?" he asked "I just miss you and can't wait for tomorrow and..." I said "....you fuck that kid?" I continued He laughed, "No boy. He was a no show." he said I smiled" Good. I want those balls full of your seed Daddy so you can knock me up tomorrow" I said nuzzling up to him and grabbing his semihard cock thru his thin shorts. He leaned down and kissed me. "I could take you right now" he said "Please I want that so bad Daddy" I replied He grabbed my ass as he kissed my and stuck one of his fingers up my hole. My ass squeezed it. He pulled out his finger and tasted it. "Fuck boy you are wet down there and I can smell your taint. Your horny aren't you." he said his hands all over my ass "yes Daddy I am so horny right now. I want you to fuck me so much my ass is wet" I said "Your what" he said "My pussy is wet for your cock" I said "That's right you have a pussy now boy. A cunt for breeding. I am going to breed you tomorrow night. Remember what I said. We want to make sure I am the one to knock you up right." he said "Yes Daddy. I want you to be the father of my baby" I said looking into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He made me feel so good. So secure, beautiful, sexy, wanted. No judgement. And he helped me explore my sexuality and my body and it's needs and desires. "I plan to. Now tell me about your day" he said I told him about going to the bathroom and the gloryholes there. Then how I got felt up and sucked more cock at the bar. I told the how some of the men could smell my cunt and I was "ovulating" and horny. I told him that was weird cause I am not a woman and how could they smell my ass. I corrected myself and said pussy. "Cause they can. Our bodies emit certain smells and pheromones especially when we are horny both men and women. You can have a certain smell some men especially tops who fuck a lot of guys. We can smell when a bottom is horny. " he said He went on to explain how he can tell when he is with another man. "I guess so. I am so horny. When the guys fingered my my pussy just started to throb and grab their finger. They told me that I was sucking it in. Then they smelled their finger." I said. My cock was rock hard and leaking with all this talk. Rick then took me to the couch bent me over and took off my shorts. He then leaned and inhaled my ass. "Fuck boy your scent is strong"he said He played with my hole just inside my opening. "Fuck boy you are wet." he said Then he dived in and started to eat me out. I moaned loudly and pushed back on his mouth. He ate me and fingered my for only a minute but I almost came. He pulled off my ass. "That's enough boy. I might jump on you and fuck you right now but we need to make sure you are not already pregnant." he said and slapped my ass and stood up. My cock leaked precum all over the couch and I licked it up. He kissed me and said to go to bed and wished me pleasant dreams. How could I sleep now?

My feeling exactly. That type of pain has a purpose. I’ve taken big cocks and big toys that have been “painful” but I took it until it became pleasurable. It allowed me to go further until I was able to take big toys and fist. I had a FFDaddy that trained me to take a fist but by that point my cunt was pliable and able to take it with some patience on his part. Afterwards, as we slept, I’d stick a large toy in me. To be honest, looking back on that part, I now laugh that I didn’t even have second thoughts about the size of it when putting it in. I’d go for the biggest I’d taken at that point. It was handy and I wanted to be full again until he was ready to fist or fuck me again.