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They bring a bag of underwear, some of it assless some of it that covers their ass. They change every 5 to 10 minutes then make another circuit around the club, but usually scrupulously avoid the play areas on their circuits. One of the will occasionally let guys grope his package and even let me suck him briefly a couple of times when we were the only guys in the club, but is a committed total side like most bathhouse goers here.

lunch break - he should take the loads in his mouth ... no agree, this is the better way

Oh so many citations, and yet when people who actually know & understand how to correctly read scientific reports look at the papers those citations are from compared with what RFK said about them, it becomes painfully obvious that RFK is incorrect in his interpretation of them. What he says regarding those citations is the exact opposite of what the citations themselves actually say in context. It’s one thing to complain about people not reading RFK, but if your strongest argument is going to be the citations then you really need to read them.

I have a tight hole. When I don’t feel ready or comfortable for what ever reason-know how to keep my hole shut like a hard clam. Sometime I do feel guilty of having a tight hole. I don’t want a loose hole. But rather a hole that can be manageable to take cock for often with ease.

I caught Syphilis from a hands job. I wasn't very sexually active and there was one anonymous hook up in the dark. I wasn’t really into him so no oral or anal. I discovered it through routine testing at my annual Dr visit. Id been tested just a month before. I did notice an odd sore on my hand later. My dr said it is possible to get it from contact but it’s very rare. I guess I'm a statistic. The treatment for me was brutal because I’m allergic to penicillin so they gave me a wicked antibiotic that tore my stomach up for a week.

my goal is to have a sloppy hole... lately ive been fucking sloppy holes and its really nice, love it.

I wouldn’t say that he’s maintaining any sort of family related crackpotism/crackpottery. His entire family has essentially disowned him because of his conspiracy nonsense. I refuse to call them theories as that elevates them to a pseudoscientific status, and I simply can’t in good conscience do that. I’m willing to go as far as label them conspiracy ideas, but that’s it.

That’s the most paranoid, misinformed, misleading, ignorant, incorrect, incoherent, absurd, nonsensical, dishonest, completely false, and utterly useless piece of garbage that’s ever been published, and I’ve read Mein Kampf! Robert Kennedy Jr has absolutely no idea what the hell he’s talking about. He doesn’t know or understand how to read scientific reports, yet he cites several of them in the book. He doesn’t know how to identify and approach recognized experts in relevant fields of science, yet he has no problem giving his own opinion about those fields of science and specific topics in them. He doesn’t know how to frame questions to recognized scientific experts in order to get a relevant answer in a form that can be easily understood and supported by scientific evidence, yet again he has no problem offering his uninformed opinions. He has no frame of reference regarding these fields of science and what criteria are used to establish a recognized expert, yet he asserts that he is qualified to pass judgement on who is or isn’t such an expert and their actions. He doesn’t have any experience or training in the methods employed by the experts in these fields in how they conduct their research, yet he asserts that he is qualified to determine whether or not those methods are suitable and sufficient. In short, the entire book is an exercise in RFK Jr’s unwarranted arrogance coupled with his unparalleled ignorance, all wrapped up in his astronomical paranoia. He rejects established and demonstrable science in exchange for his own pettiness and unsubstantiated conspiracy nonsense.

Good thing about being up North. FXD Shorts and Tradie boots are almost a year 'round thing. 🤤

Regular testing & it might be a good idea to remember that Stage 4 Syphilis (occurring many years later) is horrendous. Effects MANY BODY SYSTEMS & brain involvement is not something any sufferer or family wants to deal with. Stage 4 is incurable & side effects are NOT REVERSIBLE. GET REGULAR TESTING!!!

This brings back memories of a few years ago. Not a scaffolder as such, but a young construction worker - hard hat, hi viz jacket, the lot - who was working at Euston Station. Our eyes met. We knew. And we wandered off to find somewhere to act on it. It was brief, but immensely satisfying…

Milwaukee here would travel for a longer session

You are not alone on this. I mentioned earlier in the thread that the feeling of insecurity was internal. I still hook up with guys and wonder if I can satisfy them due to my sloppy cunt. When a top wants to take a break and hasn’t cum yet I often feel I have failed him.

Sodi Bicarb bathers or washes, depending on severity blisters or location. In these "modern" times the medical cohort consider this is an "old wives tale". Tale or not, IT WORKS, for anything from Herpes, Shingles, Chicken Pox, bee or ant stings, mosquitos, sand flies or Poison Ivy etc.

I’m okay with this stud or anyone slapping me hard, spanking me hard with a belt, stick. If getting punched/slapped during sex is part of impact play, why not being choked hard?

My first cock was 14". Hurt like hell, but loved it.

It might be helpful if your doc knew this and could get you into a clinical trial. There might be a way to remain undetectable on much lower dosages. Of course, the drug companies would hate that.

Hello i would like to open a glory hole i wonder how it works ? how much ? tips ?

Choking is breath play-- but is really impact play? I wonder.... love being on the receiving and the giving end of breath play, but only if it's hands on...I don't consider it wise to use a belt....

I’ve been diagnosed poz for 10 years. Past 2 years, I’ve probably only taken about 8 bottles (8 month worth) of my HIV meds (Dovato). I went for my regular bloodwork and everything came back normal, including my lymphocyte subset panel and HIV came back undetected. I’m wondering if even need to take HIV meds?

I couldn’t have said it any better. I wear a jock to let tops know my ass is available for their pleasure.

While I have been having sex with men for a number of years as part of my open marriage it was usually at bathhouses or online hookups. My wife and I split up earlier this year. I had been talking to a guy online for a few weeks and he asked me out on a date. I have never been on an actual date with a guy. We went out last Saturday and had a great time. We went back to his place and one thing lead to another and we were in his bed having sex. Afterwards I fell asleep in his arms. When I woke up in the morning he had his arm around me. I dozed for a bit but woke up again to him kissing my neck. I pushed my butt back into him and he started grinding into me. I rolled over, shimmied down and started sucking on his cock to get him hard. Then he proceeded to fuck me. Overall an amazing night with dinner, two loads in me and a number of new experiences.

Near Home—May, 2024 I was still horned after my Friday afternoon of fun, detailed in the last post. But I had a work gig that kept me from playing on Saturday and Sunday. But it didn’t prevent me from setting up some dates. I arranged a time on Wednesday with the married bear who is such a good cocksucker. He was excited to come back to the playroom. I also made a date with a brand-new guy, a younger man. He was looking to me to work on opening his very tight hole and to be introduced to piss play. That was for Thursday. And here I was on Monday horned and in need. I went to the bookstore. I rarely went on a Monday. I had no idea if there would be anyone there. But even some good porn would work. So, off I went… The parking lot is sparsely filled. I consider turning around and going home. But I go in. As usual, I head to the straight theatre first. My cocksucker’s chair is taken by the one man in the theatre. He’s white, late 40’s to early 40’s, in decent shape. He is totally ignoring the porn and is scrolling through his phone. And answering the annoying ping of incoming texts. I sit to the side and open my fly. The porn is talky. I have been here for 10 minutes and they are still ‘acting’ up there on the screen. I wait it out. It goes on for another good five minutes. And when the sex starts, it’s a girl-on-girl scene. I look over at the guy on his phone. He has never even acknowledged I’m in the room, so I do myself up and go next door. No one is here. The porn is very twinkish—but at least there are some dicks and asses on the screen. I watch. My cock is semi-hard. When a cute blond begins licking a barely legal otter’s ass, my cock finally stands up. The door opens. A white man, likely in his 50’s comes in. He looks like he is using the theatre as a way to get off the streets. His clothes are filthy, his beard is unkempt and there is that sour smell of old body odor. “You want my ass?” he asks, the moment he sees me. I shake my head. “I love to suck…” He steps closer to me. The smell is overpowering. I do up my fly and excuse myself. I go back to the straight theatre. The guy is still engrossed in his phone. On the big screen television, the female couple simulate their orgasms as I sit down. The next sequence also has an interminable set-up scene, but at least it’s a young man and a young girl. They finally start to have the most white-bread sex you can imagine. This is porn you take home to the wife. The only good thing about the scene is that the guy shoots fast—and the video ends. I go out and tell the clerk to change the disc. She nods. The guy I thought might be homeless is also at the counter. He’s buying a sex toy. I go to the bathroom, piss and go back to the new video. I can’t believe it. I have actually seen it here. And it is another one where they act for a very long time before anything happens. I don’t even sit. I glance at Phone Guy (still at it) and check in next door. The unkempt guy is opening his purchase. I can’t see what it is, as his body is in the way, but I hear the hard plastic packaging being ripped open. I beat a hasty retreat. I cruise the racks of movies. I get points towards a purchase with every dollar I spend here. I often use the accumulated points to purchase porn. Nothing is calling me today. I also check the parking lot. Empty but for our four vehicles. I go back to the straight side. They are now having sex on the screen. I open my fly, but my cock is barely hard. I work him up a little. Phone Guy pays no attention at all. Whoever he is chatting with is one of those people who sends the text every sentence. The ding of incoming texts is constant—faster than he can answer them. I stop. I put my dick away. There is a loud crash next door. A metal chair has likely been tipped over. I get up. I hear the door bang. I go out and around. The gay theatre now reeks. It’s empty but for the packaging strewn on the floor. And a pink dildo covered in….well, you know. I walk out of the room. Out of the store And start my car. I should have stayed home… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cell Phones and Sex Toys May 192024

For me, wearing a jock or assless underwear is my invitation to whomever to fuck my ass in a hallway or darkroom of a bathhouse. I never liked wearing a towel if I'm in a bathhouse to have sex. Walking around in a towel is way too much work. You want easy access. WOOF!