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For the first time in my life, I hired an escort who gave me my last loads. I was in Vegas and having no luck with the hookup apps - just a lot of game players and unserious assholes online - so I turned to an escort service. My date's picture pretty much jumped off the screen, as he was posing in a sexy jockstrap, so I messaged him to get things going. He met me downstairs in the casino, and he was a handsome hunky black guy, about 30, with a beautiful smile and a mellow disposition. We hit it off quickly and got on the elevator to go up to my room. On that elevator a couple of strangers were talking about all the "prostitutes" in Vegas. As the door opened on my floor, we got off the elevator and immediately busted out laughing at those guys, who had no idea that I was paying this hot black jock type to fuck me. Clothes came off quickly and I briefly sucked his cock to get him hard. Man did he get hard. I looked him over and said "Your ad was definitely accurate and I like what I see." He had a beautiful cut cock, about 9 x 6, full bush and a light dusting of chest hair that he had recently trimmed. When his cock was good and swollen, he said, "Ready to take some dick?" I sure was. First he had me lie on my stomach and worked his way into my hole. "Now you tell me exactly how you want it. I can do slow and sensual or fast and furious." "Let's start with fast and furious," I said, and he pounded me good. I hope we were loud enough that others on my hotel floor were getting a good mental picture of what we were up to. After a few minutes of hard pounding, I said "I want to see you as you're fucking me." So he rolled me over and hoisted my legs in the air and entered me again. I handed him my phone and asked him to take some video of his gorgeous, veiny black cock piston fucking my hole, and he happily obliged. We fucked missionary for 15-20 minutes until we were sweaty messes, and he stiffened and roared as he shot a huge creamy load in my hungry ass. We toweled off and chatted for a brief time about our favorite porn stars, several of whom he actually knew because they either lived in Vegas or Palm Springs, where he also has a lot of clients. Pretty soon he was inside me again. Lots of stamina in this one and he once again had a loud, sustained orgasm as he looked directly into my eyes. My mother always said "You get what you pay for," and man, did I ever. When it was time for him to be on his way, I paid his fee and gave him a generous tip. We hadn't kissed until that point, but he pinned me to the door and gave me a passionate, memorable, long-lasting snog I'll remember for a long time. "I like you," he said. "I hope you'll look me up again next time you're in town." After the door closed behind him, I got naked again and felt around in my butthole for some of his cum to taste. Delicious. If I had only made more money at the casino 😞 I would have texted him to come over and smash me some more.

Well, I guess it can;t be a CNC scene then lol! 🙂 Just kidding! I'll hit you up a bit later 🙂

Of course it's ok. Consider yourself invited !!!

My favorite fuckjoint - and it was simply crazy over there last night. Even though it's unusually been cold here (40's nights), it was packed.

So for 2026 I think 6 total I was a bit wasted most of the night.

New Year resolution. More cock in my hole. More cumloads too. To that end I'm off to Gran Canaria this month with a few days in Berlin later on in the year. Any other suggestions gratefully received.

I don't feel badly at all about 2025, sexually speaking. So, if 2026 turns out to be similar, and I see no reason it shouldn't be, that'll be fine with me.

@hntnhole I'm gonna keep thinking about this too and I welcome the additional dialog. This stoked in me some relatively recent research I did refreshing my knowledge of the molecular biology that made up the strains of DNA (I am a molecular biologist and physicist via education) which led me back to a refreshed court on the history of HIV/AIDS in the USA - so some of this was fresh on my mind. I, too, enjoy the dialog and I especially enjoy hearing from others who lived and walked the path that I can only study. So let me give this some time to settle and me to think about it. I might shoot you a DM if that's okay. I'm a little tired from last evening and staying up past my bedtime! 🙂 I also want to ponder this reflectively about my own journey, status, use of meds, etc. right now - I, too enjoy BZ for this reason - the connection on topics that otherwise wouldn't come up in day-to-day conversations. More to come, I hope you're having a great day! J

Yes this year started with a slam and lots of clouds for me. So this year started with a few bangs.. lol

Cant find any guys here from south Carolina

Thanks for your interesting response, PozToxVersePig. I appreciate it; these discussions are one of the major reasons I enjoy BZ. to the quote above, the implication is/was the fact that a certain type of learned behavior was suddenly cut off, in the view of the majority of their peers at that time. As you point out, yes - I was a part of the community at that time, and while it seemed a stunning choice for most, there actually were guys that felt that their lives were so interwoven with their sexual practices, nothing else was worth the bother. I thought then, and I think now that was an over-reaction to all the burgeoning mortalities, but that's my un-researched opinion. There were guys I tangentially "knew" who became so depressed, they simply ended their lives, rather than wait for the grinding down of their bodies, that whole horrific process. For that matter, when one of the gay news-weeklies (Gay Chicago) began publishing all the notifications, it went out of business because no one wanted to pick it up anymore. I'm not saying that level of despair was widespread, but it did exist, and I find no fault with the men who made that seemingly-impossible choice. One guy simply laid down in our driveway and died. Imagine trying to process that in your mind. That's an interesting p.o.v., and perhaps it has merit. I'll chew on that one for a while ... I think that being "forced" into using barriers (assuming one wanted to live for a myriad of reasons), automatically created an 'anti-barriers' reaction in men who had become immersed in the various "anti" movements in the country, and either felt that "it couldn't happen to me" or simply didn't care anymore. After all, we had marched, we had organized, we had almost kicked down the societal doors to be allowed out of the closet, and that was a huge achievement. There was a mindset of "yes, we can and we will", at least in the major metro areas. Rather than "created", it was more a re-normalization of what had always been the norm. If you accept that there is a level of "connection" between two men when they fuck raw, that is unavailable when they use barriers, then perhaps you can understand how displeasing barriers was/is to some men. This website exists for men that are disinclined to use barriers when they fuck, and those types of men have always been around. Thus, I stand by the phrasing initially used. Thank you for your perspective, never-the-less. Sharing opinions about all kinds of issues, relevant to our particular needs or not, is probably the most pleasurable part of BZ for me. Thanks for your opinions and your post, however I don't believe I oversimplified by a lot (sic).

I’ll be in Madrid for a weekend? Any poz master to breed my ass and take me to the darkest places?

Looking forward to him teaching his brother about poz love

Nice.