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I had seen gay porn mag covers in a store not that far from my hs at 15. Two guys who were probably around my own age were kind of hanging around and one of them said, "Try it, you'll like it." But I thought they were just talking about sex in general since there were mostly straight porn there. But the first time I remember was 16, hiking in the woods. I found 1 or 2 gay porn mags. When I was in middle school I sometimes had dreams of guys I went to middle school gym class with fucking me. I was also on the same football team with a couple of them. I used memories of those dreams after I woke up to jack off to. So I might have seen some gay porn earlier but didn't remember it.

That has happened to me. One time I woke up thinking I had totally absorbed the load, showered, dressed and headed to work. While walking from my car to my office I let out a fart which included the load from the night before. i scurried to the men's room, entered a stall and undressed. Luckily my trousers were unscathed but my boxers were soaked with a gooey mess with that familiar scent of marinated cum. I dressed without the boxers and put the boxers in my desk drawer. My cubicle smelled of cum all day.

This is a pretty hot story. I wish the sex had lasted longer, but we’ve all been there.

I have a couple of parks I play at. I was once arrested at a park while getting bred so I am apprehensive about who I play with. I was just bred last week by a couple of black guys at a local park. It was fun.

Half & half most time swallow half of it and get dirty with sperme on my face And walk around with face covered

New York City Department of Parks & Recreation [think before following links] https://x.com/Munk3y_Nuts/status/1924251931049877563 Any idea which NYC park this is? I'd like to join their summer recreation program.

Delicious.

I was in the Ramble last night. Typical New York scene: 100 guys walking around in circles looking to get off with someone younger and hotter than they are (myself included). I was there for two hours, but didn’t see a lot of action. Some blowjobs, but I only saw one guy getting fucked. I have to say, some of the guys were incredibly hot with porn star level cocks and they were getting most of the action. Most of the guys were Latino and didn’t speak any English at all. cruising is alive and well in the.Ramble, but it’s more picky than piggy. I left at 10 o’clock. Maybe if I had stayed later it would have gotten wilder.

The first time I saw gay porn was at a local bookstore that had a section with porn magazines. This place I also soon found out was a cruising place and after getting followed to my car one evening I got my first blow job. . Magazines like blue boy or mandate. Soft porn as they did not depict any sexual acts but the models were hot with big dicks. The stories were hot and it was the first time I read or heard about poppers. This prompted me to visit an actual adult bookstore where I bought poppers and used them often to jerk off

For true all gay porn I was about 14 and I found it through an alt.binaries.porn.something message board where you would have to dial into to a personal server with your 900 boud modem. It would take all night to get a a minute clip with terrible quality. However the sense of accomplishment that I had that morning is beyond words. No longer did I dream of walking into a smut store in the old times square and buying what I wanted. Now I had direct access to whatever I wanted, all I had to do was think up the correct words to enter in my search. Before that I was 6, or 7 when cinnamax could sometimes be tuned in by jumping the board on the cable box using alligator clips. It was only 2 guys and one girl, but that was enough to motivate me to learn more about electronics and fuel my search for knowledge on how to obtain more smut.

I would be almost 30 just having come out to myself. I would spend long weekends in the middle of the week with the first guy I had a long distance relationship with. He's the first guy I fucked (bb because I was no risk). He's also the first guy to fuck me, but wore protection. Anyway, he had a great selection of gay porn videos which I watched addictively when he went to work for the day. They were all early '80's tapes so there was never a condom in site. I couldn't get enough of them. With me having edged all day we would have wild sex when he got home.

This is fucking fantastic! I want to go to that place with Fred!

Have played and recently played at a park. Do like the open space

Hello beautiful, I’ll make you a deal: we won’t be talking about Phil today. I’ve been chatting with this guy on Hinge. His name is Suf, and the really cool thing we’ve started doing is sending voice memos. He’s pretty good at texting too, but I wanted to use voice more—to express my thoughts in a raw and intimate way—and he was on board with it from the beginning. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m learning piano and singing, which makes me more focused on sound these days, but he’s got a really great talking voice. Warm, safe, comfy. It’s the kind of voice I wouldn’t mind listening to while lying beside him in bed as he talks about his day. I want to share something else with you, buddy. Our old man is going to tell us one day to let love surprise us. In the past, we’ve always dated people close by, and they’ve all been Vietnamese, haven’t they? Lately, I’ve been more open—to people who live further away, even to those from different backgrounds. It’s not because I think the local Vietnamese dating pool is limited. I just think the person we’ll fall for might not be who we expect. They might fall outside our age bracket, come from a different culture, or be something else entirely. I’m learning to open the door to whoever decides to walk through it and meet me where I am—with warmth and kindness. And on that topic, we need to talk about appearance too. I’ve been pretty picky so far, swiping left or right based on looks. But I’m easing up on that now. Of course appearance matters, but we’ve known for a long time that it fades. That’s why we chose Kevin, isn’t it? Not because he was a model, but because he loved us more than anyone else did. When we’re old and wrinkly, only love will outlast what we look like. So now, I’m choosing based on how people make me feel. It’s as simple as that. In other news, I think I’ll defer my singing lessons for a term. I’ve tried doing both piano and singing at once, and I’m struggling hard to balance the two. They’re both new to me, and I’m leaning more toward piano right now. The plan is to finish off this half-term with singing, take the remaining term off to focus solely on piano, and then resume both in term four. I think that’s a smart move. I’m still in the honeymoon phase with piano, and it’s already hard enough trying to remember where the F key is, let alone singing on pitch while I play. Let’s see where this messy ride takes us. Love you, buddy. Chat soon xx

Great story!!!!! More please! @DevilDawg