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After supper in the airport café, with the clock ticking down to just one hour before security, Karl and I lingered at our table, our knees brushing under the surface. The flirtation started soft, his eyes locking onto mine with that intense gaze that always made my pulse race. 'Your cock's been my wet dream these past days,' I admitted, leaning in, my voice low. 'Thick, hard, filling me just right—it's all I could think about even when you weren't inside me.' He smiled, that warm, caring curve of his lips, reaching across to squeeze my hand. 'And you've been incredible, taking me like that. But it's more than the sex. You're so responsive, so open. You'd make the perfect gay wife—nurturing, passionate, always ready to please.' His words wrapped around me like a promise, and he leaned closer, insistent but tender. 'Consider it, really. Us getting together. I could make you happy, take care of you every day.' I felt a flush creep up my neck, torn between the fantasy and the reality crashing in. Before I could respond, he excused himself to the washroom, his chair scraping back abruptly. He returned in seconds, urgency etched on his face, glancing around before whispering, 'Follow me. Now.' My heart pounded as I trailed him through the terminal, weaving past travelers until we reached a quiet washroom tucked in the arrivals corner—dimly lit, empty, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that sent shivers down my spine. He didn't waste a moment. His hands were on me, pulling me into a fierce make-out, lips crashing together, tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need. I tasted the salt of his skin, the faint bitterness of coffee from supper, as he pressed me against the cool tile wall. 'One last time,' he growled against my mouth, his breath hot. Then he spun me around, my palms flattening on the wall for support, his body molding to my back. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, murmuring, 'God, I need this. Need you.' His fingers worked my pants open swiftly, shoving them down along with my underwear, exposing my ass to the air. I was already hard, leaking pre-cum, but it was my hole that craved him most—stretched and eager from all our sessions, slick with the remnants of his earlier loads. Karl freed his cock, that familiar thick shaft slapping against my cheek before he nudged the head against my entrance. No resistance at all; my body welcomed him, muscles parting easily as he pushed in with one smooth thrust. I gasped, pushing back to take him deeper, the stretch burning just right. 'Fuck, you're so ready for me,' he groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked me hard and passionate, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady, the other hand gripping my hip. Each pound drove him in deep, his balls slapping against mine, the wet sounds echoing in the small space. I wanted him too—craved the way he claimed me, the raw possession in every stroke. 'Yes, Karl, give it to me,' I moaned, clenching around him, milking his length. He rutted faster, his breath ragged in my ear, teeth grazing my neck. 'Gonna load you up one last time. Keep me inside you on that flight.' His cock throbbed, swelling, and with a deep grunt, he slammed home, flooding my ass with hot spurts of cum. I felt it pulse, filling me full, some leaking down my thighs as he kept grinding through his release. We stayed locked like that, panting, his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. In the afterglow, he pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. We made out again, slower now, tongues lazy and exploratory, his hands cupping my face as cum dripped from me onto the floor. 'I love you,' he whispered, and I echoed it back, our foreheads touching, savoring the stolen intimacy. We cleaned up quickly, straightening clothes with shaky hands, and headed to security. The line loomed, a barrier between us. At the entrance, he pulled me into one final passionate kiss—deep, lingering, his lips bruising mine with goodbye. I saw the pain in his eyes, raw and unguarded, mirroring the ache in my chest. Tears welled up, spilling over as I blinked them away, whispering, 'I'll think about it. About us.' He nodded, throat working, before stepping back. I walked through the scanner without looking back, the weight of his cum still inside me a secret anchor. The flight home was uneventful, the hum of engines a dull backdrop to my swirling thoughts. Since my husband's death in that tragic ski accident two years ago, I'd been numb—emotionally hollow, drifting through days without feeling. Sex had returned eventually, hookups with men that scratched a physical itch but left me empty, no spark, no depth. I'd built walls high, terrified of letting anyone close again, of the vulnerability that came with emotional ties. But Karl... he shattered those walls. His touch ignited something fierce—a passion for real connection, for a relationship that blended body and soul. As the plane descended, I was torn: my enduring love for my late husband clung to every corner of my home, the familiar streets, the life we'd built. Those memories were a tether, pulling me back. And then there was my solemn promise to him on his deathbed—to care for his aging parents until they passed, a duty I couldn't abandon, chaining me to this place. Karl's world was Germany, his professional career rooted there, unmovable. Neither of us could bridge the gap without sacrifice, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. That night, back in my empty house, I lay awake, reliving every moment of those three intense days with Karl, Tomas, and Lukas. The wild group sessions, the laughter turning to moans; Tomas's rough grip, Lukas's teasing bites; but mostly Karl—his gentle dominance, the way he'd fuck me with such care, then hold me after. Jax? Wait, no—my mind blurred the names in the haze, but it was them, all of them, who awakened me. Yet it was Karl's face that haunted me, his cum still a phantom warmth, leaving me aching for what might never be.

Amazing story so far.

suspense!

not in the slightest! that's where cages come in handy!

Although I certainly seek bareback loads from an aggressive top the most, I have found that spending time with other bottoms can be fun, and very very motivating when discussing what we like. Have had big dildo sessions that we chat about what we need, and its exciting to see how piggy we want it.

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Will be going to CumUnion tomorrow Nov 21. MessGe me and maybe we can get started early

Last Sunday. Daddy/Son sex party. I asked the young stud who's fucking me a few times a week if he wanted to go but he had something to do so went on my own. More Daddies than Sons but really busy. Daddies lining up to fuck a few twinks and muscle boys. Top Sons were looking to fuck Daddies. And I was a lucky one they took a liking to. For two hours (with breaks) I got fucked by four Sons. Ended up with six loads. The last one fucked me so hard pounding me doggy I thought I'd take a break after he shot his load and pulled out. Then saw people were starting to leave, including two of the hot sons who had been fucking me. Probably better to leave too. Six loads in my ass is a more than I had for a long time so I was very happy Daddy 😉

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I like the foreplay (lots of worshiping the top, including rimming) then get fucked for the load. My favorite game is how many loads can my butt squeeze out of a top's dick. Everyone's a winner!

I agree that there is no comparison between the endless lies and illegal actions of Trump, and the claimed distortions and shirking of facts by the Democrats by some on the right. We have to suffer through another year until the midterms, unfortunately. Probably.

A little over a week ago I was plowed deep by a hairless, bald muscle god in a gay sauna in Lisbon, and though I normally handle his size cock very well - it was a bit like a Red Bull can size - I have to get time enough to adjust my inner rings and intestines to accommodate a nice cock. Unfortunately, the width of his cock wasn't the problem but he plowed past the second ring inside and I did not get it adjusted, so it hurt and I was grunting and yelling across the room with all the cubicles. Not that I cared for getting noticed, but I wanted his cum so much, I let him continue his hard drive until finally he shot his big load right deep inside of me. I was once in Amsterdam, ass up in the dark room and got plowed almost continuously by bare fuckers who came and made my ass open up nicely and the cum acted as a great lubrication... no pain whatsoever and some of the cocks were huge... I love it when there is little or no pain, because I know I can last a very long time getting gang banged... so I got it there by at least half a dozen or more tops... So to answer the question... No pain no gain? but I rather be without pain and last much,much longer and get much, much more loads shot deep inside of me.

It would be helpful if you elaborate on specific things you might be seeing through that aperture. No one claims Dems are perfect, but I’m dumbfounded trying to think of pernicious acts anywhere comparable to those of the current president and his party. If nothing else—and there is plenty of else— Dems aren’t trying to shatter the country by turning us into an autocracy.

A little over a week ago in Lisbon... so horny and went to the Sauna Trombeta... always pretty good. Did get some cock but no loads in the beginning... some were covered - not my favorite. At the end I walked the cubicles and found an all body smooth and bald muscle god, cleaning his cock and he clearly took an interest in me, so I walked into a cubicle opposite and a few seconds later he followed me in. I immediately started to suck his beautiful still limp big cock, but soon it was getting up to a good hard size.... Not quite beer can thick but a Red Bull can size. I dropped back on my back and lifted my ass up with my hands. He then started to spit on my ass and pushing his finger, then two fingers into my ass and working it loose. Seconds later he pushed his cock deep into my ass and started pumping it... but I wasn't too comfortable in this position so I turned onto my knees, ass up and he quickly resumed plowing his now really hard cock, balls deep into my ass. With his hands on my lower torso he pulled my body hard against his cock and drove it very hard and deep inside of me. Quite hurtful, but I wanted him so much, I just got very loud for anybody on the floor to hear me probably. I didn't care. After a couple of minutes, maybe 3 or 4, I heard his breath go very hard and soon I felt him shaking and grunting and I knew I was getting a big load deep up into my ass. When he pulled out he started to wipe his cock but I quickly turned and sat on the bed. Felt it getting wet from the big load leaking out of my open ass. I immediately started to take his cock which started to get slowly limp again and cleaned it up for him. Damn, that was a great end of the evening. Later I saw him at the showers and I thanked him profoundly and he asked if I enjoyed it... Hell yes ! Would not mind another one of his loads. He asked if I was from around Lisbon but I said that I could only have that night... To bad, he had to go... maybe another time... Yeah, I sure hope so and maybe for a longer session.

Exactly this. If you’re both (all…?😜) having a pleasurable time, that’s all that matters.

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under what circumstances you sucked your father's cock?

I just love how you phrased this, as if you're at some battle station awaiting the moment of glorious combat.