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got fucked by a poz vers this morning. he's light yellow skin and has a thing for thongs and very masc men. on the sniffies app he catfishes people with other peoples pics (sometimes he sends his own) when really he's sexy af. i knew it was him, from the texts, and location, was horny and let him fuck anyway. i didn't feel he nutted in me, but the session was hot. said he got fucked yesterday. he has a phat juicy ass, so i ate him out. definitely am gonna fuck him but i was prepared to take, not give.

I accidentally tried to come here without using a VPN first and was greeted with a page listing all the countries where this website has to be blocked. It was so disheartening seeing my country (the UK) being, really, the only developed, western nation among a list that is basically the world's homophobia championship league table. I almost want to beg people from elsewhere not to take a bad impression of us from this, but the bad impression is justified, so... 🤦‍♂️

No, I haven't noticed that at all.

Yeah I don't get that either tbh. Unless someone's covered in biohazard tattoos or something I don't know what the look would be lol

YMMV (never more true than in the online hookup world). I completely agree about the prevalence of fem/female presentation, though I see it even much more so on Grindr than on Sniffies. To the point where (apparently) cis women have profiles on there. And there has been an increasing prevalence of male-presenting guys who are explicitly and exclusively seeking transfem, CD, or fem-presenting male. I don't see this as misogynistic so much as an unexpected consequence of the increased visibility of trans (and especially transfeminine) people, enhanced by the echo chamber effect of the internet (where prevalence of a particular meme in an environment causes people interested in the meme to post more and to seek out that environment). I also see a vastly higher proportion of race-oriented content here in majority-black Baltimore (where I moved a year ago) than I did in West Virginia (90+% white by my estimate).

Yea on them. Recon I did have an encounter a few times. One guy rough as fuck when I was bound. One of the best from recon was a leather party when I lived in NJ. Was bound to a table and a sling for hours. But recon has been slow as hell in the past few years. Looking for a better leather/bondage dating site.

Yeah I’m in DC

This didn't happen years ago, but it could have ..... I was walking down Halsted St in Chicago (heading to a filthy "bookstore"), and other guys on the street applauded as I walked by ..... you can fill in the synonym .....

Hot story! Love slamming and being fucked outdoors!

"Humanity is a garden, and the xxxxxx are the weeds"

Speaking for myself, I was always anon online, and then things changed. Hiding became impossible if you lived in the modern world. From RFID tags embedded in everything you own to the time you take your morning shit, Skynet is aware of everything in real-time and can predict your movements and thoughts with a high degree of accuracy. Unless you're willing to live like Ted Kaczynski congratulations, you're in the matrix. Operation JLENS made hiding impossible, no matter what precautions you take.

So hot! What country/city was that bar bacchanal event at and what year was it?

That’s a great story. Would’ve loved more details on their bodies (hairiness, muscled, etc), but I came so hard

The post was likely deleted or Twitter banned it because of whatever reasons.

Could use that every day several times a day 😵

it is true it is also my deep dream

Yes daddy 💋

SALOPE My journey to protecting my sexual partners’ health and my own health by finally starting meds after so many years of delay was complicated. The first couple of drugs I was prescribed gave me side effects. One of them caused me to have night terrors as soon as I drifted off to sleep. Another medication caused me to occasionally hallucinate so bizarrely that I knew the visions and sounds weren’t real. One such time, I was in a hotel lobby in Mexico City and heard a huge explosion. There was not any smoke, broken glass, screaming people – and I knew it was just the meds. As a result, my adherence was “spotty” at best. My doctor told me that I’d be better off not taking them at all rather than taking them only some of the time. It had something to do with causing viral resistance. Around the same time, I started a new job which required me to travel overseas quite a bit. It wasn’t unusual for me to go away for several weeks at a time. As a result, my trysts with Mike became much less frequent. But when we did meet, Mike completely stopped using condoms when he fucked me. He said he couldn’t go back to being inside of me with a layer of plastic in between. He also liked to “knock me up”. (I think that phrase took on its current meaning a while after our time together.) To my knowledge, Mike didn’t get the bug. I started trying to meet other guys and I started having sex with many of them. Also, Mike must have had second thoughts about his domestic situation and having a gay fuck toy on the side. We still traded a few emails, but even those started to become less frequent. I don’t know if he continued to play with other guys after we moved on from each other. I became much sluttier and kinkier than I had ever been in my life, although I always enjoyed leather and the bondage/roleplay scene. Earlier in my life, I was known to have casual sex with strangers in the past, but for most of my life, I’d been more relationship oriented. Perhaps it was the chance to have so many exotic men in Europe and Latin America. I wanted to taste all of it! For whatever the cause, I became less focused on having a boyfriend or exclusive sex partner. One evening after a long day, I was sipping a beer at the bar of a gay establishment and a much younger cute guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Be my guest,” I told him. We started talking and flirting. He asked me if I visited this bar often, and I told him I was visiting the city for the first time on business. “Have you been to the basement rooms yet? Those can be a lot of fun,” he said. I told him I didn’t know there was another part to the bar, and he offered to show me around. We both finished our drinks and he led the way. I followed him toward the back of the bar and through a curtain, then down some wooden steps. The air was a bit cool and damp as we descended, but I could smell the unmistakable scent of man-sex hanging in the air. The lighting was very dim, but my eyes adjusted. It looked like there were gloryhole booths lining a hallway as we continued. Finally, we reached a pitch-black dark room where I could hear guys having sex. The young guy stopped and turned around and we started kissing. I reached around and cupped his bubble ass cheeks in my hands and groped him. After a few minutes, he turned around and grinded his ass against the raging hard-on beneath the zipper of my jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he dropped them and rubbed his bare ass against me. I hiked my jeans down a bit and my cock sprang free. I rubbed my cock into his smooth ass crack, rubbing up and down and occasionally rubbing my cock head all along his crack. I poked my cock between his legs and along his taint and he reached back and pointed my bare cock to his hole and pushed back against me. My cock easily slid into his hole. He was either slick with lube or he was already carrying a load or two. I held his hips as I slowly fucked him deep and then pulled back almost to the point of my head slipping out of him, then repeated. I was really enjoying his ass and I started to sweat, contributing my scent to the sex already lingering in the room. We must have been making some noise because as I was plowing the guy’s pussy, I felt a hard body against my back and the guy started grabbing my pecs and lightly pinching my nipples. This sent me over the edge and I grunted as I emptied my nuts into the guy in front of me. He pulled himself off my cock and turned around and sucked my dick clean. Then, he was gone. The guy who was behind me pushed my jeans down over my ass. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and rimming me out. Whomever he was, he had a beard and it felt good as his tongue tried to worm its way into my innards. I pushed back, and after several minutes of lapping my hairy hole, he stood up and I reached back to show him the way inside. His large, hooded cock was slick with precum and I felt very tight as he pushed it home. I wasn’t lubed except for his precum, but soon, the oozing of it inside of me made me start to enjoy it. After a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his warm cum flush into me. I spent the rest of the evening using and being used by other men. I left the bar stinking of cum. I went back the following evening.