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New Beginning Part 6 After that night, Alex and I naturally fell into a routine, taking turns staying over at each other’s place from then on. Sure, we were fucking like bunnies but some nights we stayed up talking, other nights we barely said anything, just being comfortable in the quiet. Even after we’d finally admitted how we had felt about each other, neither of was ready to take the next step. Jack was still in the picture and, even though Alex was fine with it, I was still figuring things out. And since Jack was out of town, it made it easier to not think about it. A couple of weeks later, I heard from Jack. He was back and wanted to see me. But I wasn’t sure if meeting at my place was the best idea, so I came up with an excuse and we settled on dinner instead. I was a little anxious telling him, but Jack just smiled, knowing my history with Alex. He was happy for me. "So, where does that leave us?" he asked, like he already knew it wasn’t going to be a simple answer. Playing with the drink between my hands, "Honestly? I’m figuring it out as I go," I sighed. "I just know I need someone that can take full control. Then there’s Alex. Sure, I can sub with him, but there’s that one thing I can’t change, he needs to get fucked, and I can’t give him that.” Jack nodded, and sat back, like he’d already made peace with it. There was no awkwardness, just this understanding between us. I guess we both knew what was coming, but I wanted to hear it from him. "I hear you, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d never get in the way of what you two have. I’m always here when you need me. Just remember, nothing changes when you’re with me. You’ll always be my cuntboy, just like before. Whatever’s going on outside of this, in your life, including Alex, it doesn’t exist when we’re together. That clear?" “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, glad to have the part of my life not shut out. So, Jack and I continued to meet up when I could arrange a long weekend as, by this point, he kept me spun during our sessions. I was climbing the corporate ladder at work, and I needed blow off steam. Yeah, I was becoming that stereotypical guy, calling all the shots, but just wanting to let go of all that control once the day was over. Like I said before, he’d also let me explore my fantasies, and being spun, we’d talk about them. Jack always was one to hear me talk about Alex when I was spun. He’d just watch me, seeing the look on my face as I told him what we were up to. He was especially into the fact that Alex had tossed all his underwear and was wearing jockstraps like me. It was during one of my sessions with Jack that Alex came up. “So, cuntboy,” Jack grunted, unloading his piss into my mouth, “Tell me more about Alex’s cocksucking.” This was something he liked to do, catching me off guard and asking questions before leading into something he had been thinking about. “Fuck, Daddy,” I grinned, gulping down the last of his chem piss. “Good! You remember I told you Greg’s cock was huge, even bigger than Alex’s? There isn’t a cock Alex can’t satisfy.” “Hmmm. Including yours?” he chuckled, perking up. Sure, my cock was bigger than Jack’s, but it was never something either of us cared about. “And getting fucked, how’s that going for him and being with you?” he asked. “Fucking love his mouth, Jack,” I sighed, sitting up and breaking the scene, “He’s getting it. We’ve both been traveling more for work and are on the apps. But...” “So, you’re not together when that happens?” he asked, in his normal ‘Jack’ mode. “You two haven’t done it together, yet?” “No,” I admitted, “You could say, I get jealous sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, we both talk about what goes on with you and what he does with other guys. But, honestly, there’s a part of me that feels disconnected when we talk about other guys.” “Mmmhmm,” he said, with a devilish grin, “So, what do you think about him joining us? Do you think you could handle seeing him with me? It’s not like we’ve never had another boy join us. ‘Course you’d still be my cuntboy.” “Yeah, Daddy?” I moaned, suddenly getting back into my role. “Yeah, cuntboy,” he growled, tugging on my collar. “You know how I feel about you.” I did. He’d never really given up on me being his full time and there was this connection we had that I couldn’t ever completely explain to Alex. Maybe because, even after all this time, I still didn’t quite understand it myself. But the thought of three of us had crossed my mind and I smiled. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’” he chuckled, feeding me some poppers, and pushed me down to his hairy hole, “Time I meet this boy.” “Mmmhmm,” I murmured, spreading his ass open. “Go on, boy,” he groaned, taking a hit of poppers. “Fucking eat me my ass out.” He didn’t need to tell me again. I grabbed onto his hips and, smiling at his tight hole, jumped on it with my tongue as it dilated and opened up. Slipping my tongue in, I sucked on it between exploring and getting a taste of him. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, pulling my face against his ass. “Make Daddy feel good.” “Yesss, Ssssir,” I mumbled, reaching up and stroking his slicked cock. Squirming, he started talking about the three of us together. It was obvious he had thought about it and was waiting for the right time. It only got me hotter. Making sure my mouth stayed on his hole, I kept exploring as I stroked his cock. “Fuck, cuntboy,” he started moaning. “Fucking do it.” I felt his cock thickening and his hole tighten around my tongue. It was all I could do to stay inside him as I stroked his shaft faster and faster. He was getting closer, and I shoved my tongue in as far as I could as he started to tremble. “SHIT!” he yelled out, tightening his hole around my tongue and clamping down as he shot another load. I just laid there, sucking on it with my lips as my tongue slipped out of him. Quickly, I cleaned up my hand, moved up and started lapping up the rest of his load. “Fuck!” he chuckled, pulling me up to him and grabbing my junk. “If I were Alex and you’d have done that, I’d be fucking begging for you to fuck me. ‘Course, we’d have to take care of that t-dick.” I just smiled, knowing this was the most intimate thing I could do for him. This wasn’t about sex for me. After all, I had a cunt for fucking, but he had a hole. I was showing him just how much I was all in on his training and how far I'd come. By this point, there wasn’t much that I wouldn’t do. Afterwards, we just laid there in bed with my head in his lap, nursing on his cock. Leaving was always a bit tough, but this time felt different. Once again, my life was coming together in a new way, and honestly, I was looking forward to it this time. Like usual, Jack dropped me off at the terminal. “Let me know what Alex says,” he smiled, kissing me goodbye. "I will, Sir," I said with a grin, surprised that he kissed me as he dropped me off, something he'd never done before. I stepped out of the car, shut the door, and gave a quick wave. After a few steps, I heard him honk. Turning around, I saw him roll down the window. “You know the drill, cuntboy. Let him know he’s not getting off easy. I expect the same from him as I do from you!" he called out, not caring who heard him. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. The ferry ride back was quiet, most people were heading the other way in the late afternoon. I stood at the railing, watching the city skyline get closer, lost in my thoughts. So much had happened to get me here. After everything, Alex and I were about to start something new, together. ----- Alex was always waiting to pick me up at the terminal after my time with Jack. Catching my grin as I walked over, he just laughed. “Fuck you smell good,” he said, handing me a water before taking in my scent as I shut the door. It was a warm day, but the ac was off. I just kept smiling, seeing him in nothing but his shorts and sneakers. “Fucker,” I groaned, seeing his bulge and knowing the minute we got in the door, he’d be all over me, so I tossed my t-shirt onto the backseat and gulped down the water. On the way home, he peppered me with questions about what I did and how I felt about it. It was almost as if he knew what Jack had proposed. When we got home, we rushed into the elevator and started making out all the way to our floor. The minute we heard the ding, we stopped, trying to look halfway decent, considering what we were wearing and his bulge. The door opened and we casually walked by the pizza delivery guy standing there gawking at us. I put the key in the door and started laughing. “What?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door. “Just picturing the look on his face when that smell hit him in the elevator.” “Goddamn, cuntboy,” he laughed, stripping down to his jockstrap. Coming up to me, he started licking the sweat from my face, moving down the side of my neck, across my pec to my crusty tit. “Fucking always love it when your Daddy works on ‘em,” he moaned and started chewing on it. “Fuck yeah. Harder,” I told him, shivering from the feeling of his stubble against my pec and started telling him how good the alligator clips felt as Jack used me. I could tell he was into it and smiled. Lifting my hands, I grabbed onto his pecs and started playing with his tits. “Yours could use some toughening up,” I growled, gripping them hard with my fingernails. “Shit, yeah,” he moaned, releasing my tit and falling back on his haunches. That was my cue. Smiling, I grabbed my shorts and pulled out a pair of snake bite cups Jack had given me before we left his house. “Get him ready,” Jack had chuckled, slipping them in my pocket. Licking the edges, I squeezed them, placed them on both of his tits, and released. “Fuck, yeah!” he moaned, feeling the constant pull on them. Sitting up to grab my shorts, he tugged at the waistband, his lips moving over my abs as he pulled them down. He wrapped his lips over my cock and started chewing on it through the mesh while fingering me. I could feel him sucking on it, trying to swallow the sweat soaking through the pouch. He grunted, pulling the waistband down to release my cock. Fuck, even after all the clouds Jack had fed me this weekend, I was getting hard. “No t-dicked cuntboy today,” he smiled, grabbing my hips and kissed my bulge. “Asshole!” I laughed, realizing he had spiked my water with Viagra. Ignoring me, he started working on my cock. He was good, Greg had made sure of that. His mouth was made for cock. Big juicy lips and long strong tongue. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I knew Jack would love it, too. I stood there, looking down at his head bobbing on my now hard cock, taking me deeper and deeper. “Shit,” I gasped, feeling his lips hit my smooth crotch, knowing I was getting close. I wanted to warn him, but it felt so good, and knew he loved it when I blew my load into his mouth. There was no stopping it now, and he felt it too. Grabbing onto my hips, he held me tight and pulled out, leaving just the head on his tongue. “Fuck!” I shouted, exploding into him as my body shook. When I was finally able to stand on my own, he stood and showed me the creamy mess I had made. “Jack’s missing out,” he grinned and swallowed. “More for me.” I laughed but knew what I had gotten into when I met Jack. At least Alex was in the picture again and I was in the mood for more cock. “Come on,” I growled, grabbing his hand. “Fuck me.” Plopping on the bed, we started kissing. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in forever and were making up for lost time, his fingers playing at my cunt the entire time. Noticing him reaching for the drawer, I hesitated, "I can't. I've got a meeting tomorrow and need to be on it." “I know,” he laughed, pulling out a chained pair of tit clamps. “You think you can handle more of this?” “Fuuuuck yeahhhh,” I moaned as he clamped them on and licked up the sweat on his way to down to my cunt. It was intense, feeling him pulling on the chain as his heavy scruff scraped against my shaved skin. He loved eating me out and it must have been about 30 minutes before he was ready for more. Moving over me, he tossed his jockstrap and held his cock to my mouth. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, as he slid his cock into my open lips. “Fucking missed you.” “Me, too,” he grunted. Grabbing onto the suction cups, I pulled them off and squeezed his swollen tits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, feeling the blood rushing back in. All the while, I could taste the last drops of piss as I slid my tongue over and around his foreskin. “Goddammit, make it disappear,” he barked, pushing himself into my mouth. I was loving it and slowly took him down my throat. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I started swallowing, my throat muscles pulsing around his shaft. “Shit! Fucking tight cuntmouth,” he groaned, ramming my throat. He had me where he wanted me. He was on top of me and I couldn’t move. But then, I didn’t want to. Without warning, he pulled out and slid down between my legs and shoved his cock all the way inside me. “Been thinking about this all weekend,” he growled, yanking on the chain to my tit clamps. “HOLY FUCK!” I yelled, tensing up around his shaft from the pain. That only made him do it again. I was gripping him tighter and tighter with every yank. My tits were on fire, and I was hard as a rock again. Fuck, it felt so good. I laid back, watching Alex moaning and groaning as he rammed in and out of me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. I shifted my hips slightly. “SHIT, YEAH!” I yelled, feeling him hit my spot dead center. We were now both getting close. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His face was red, and he was sweating like pig. Inhaling, I could smell his scent as the sounds of our slick bodies slapping against each other filled the room. “Together,” he grunted, pounding me over and over again. “Together,” I repeated, wanting the same thing. It didn’t take much more after that. I felt my cock start to jerk and wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me. “NOW!” I yelled, shooting another in between our abs. At the same time, Alex roared, “GODDAMN! FUCK!” and fell on top of me in one of his spasms. Even after all this time, I felt proud knowing that I was the only guy that did that to him. Rolling off me, “Fucker,” he sighed, scooping up my load and feeding it to me. “I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack one of these days, if we keep that up.” “How the fuck would I explain that to 911?” I laughed, “Uh, so my boyfriend just died as he was fucking me, and I can’t get out from under him.” "My ghost would stick around just to see the look on their faces," he joked. After the breeding, I was exhausted, and Alex picked up on it right away. He didn’t push and just made sure I was comfortable. In between him pampering me, I told him more about what happened on the island. That’s when I mentioned that Jack said it was time to meet. Talking about it with him made it all feel a little more real, like I could finally sort through it instead of just holding onto it in my head. Alex listened, taking it all in. Then, I leaned back with a grin, stating the obvious, "You know, he’s going to want us spun." “I take it, he’ll be supplying everything?” he grinned. “Since we’ve been back together, you’ve never taken any with you to his place.” “He always does,” I chuckled, still getting a kick out of him saying ‘together.’ “Daddy always provides for his boy.” “You mean boys?” he laughed. For a second, I didn’t what to say. His reply caught me off guard. It was the first time he had talked about being a boy to Jack. He just stood there, grinning and watching for my reaction. “Yeah?” I asked, trying to figure out if I was understanding what he just said. “Yup,” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. “Boys.” Any doubts I had were gone with that one word. I couldn’t have felt more sure or more excited. “That,” I grinned, kissing him, “Remains to be seen.” “Yup. We’ll see. You know how it gets me going, hearing about you two,” he smiled, handing me another glass of juice, “And it’s not like I’m new to this. So, when’s it’s happening?” “There’s the 3-day holiday coming up next month, that work for you?” I chuckled, seeing his pouch swelling again, “We’ve talked about going away that weekend, so it’s perfect timing. We’d meet up on Friday. That’ll give us until Sunday morning so we can recover. We can take the ferry back on Monday.” “Done,” he smiled. “Oh, and by the way,” I told him, slipping my hand into his pouch, “He told me to tell you something.” “Yeah? What’d he say?” “He said he expects everything from you that he expects from me,” I grinned, grabbing his sac and pulling out a hair. “Ouch,” he winced, crawling into bed with me. “You gonna help me with that? It’s been a while since I’ve done it.” “A while? You told me you stopped when you moved here,” I laughed, “When was that? Like 9 months ago?” “I have a short memory,” he teased, absent mindedly playing with his tits. “So, you gonna help make sure I don’t miss a spot?” “Yep, just like before,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and we started making plans.

My Playroom—June, 2024 It was going to be something new in the playroom. I think, without searching every last entry since I moved, I have never had more than two of us in this playroom. I might have had a threeway there that I can’t remember, but on this night, there were going to be four—and I know that is new. Muscle Ass was back in the area for work. We had looked for some group play up in Lansing, but hadn’t really found it. So, this time, I wanted someone’s dick in him besides mine. I sent a text to the couple I have so much fun with, either at their home or at the larger group play sessions in Grand Rapids. Tim was excited. He would ask his partner and get back with me. He let me know they would be there in less than 24 hours. Pictures were exchanged. They only made everyone more excited for Tuesday to arrive. We met up around seven. Muscle Ass poured drinks for a brief chat in my living room. Soon enough we went downstairs. I had put extra chairs in the hallway by the entrance, as I knew they would take up too much room inside the playroom. I only had my robe on, so I went in and turned on the porn… Muscle Ass comes in. There is a reason I use this name for him. He is gym built, very Italian, and in his 50’s. Tim is in next. He is wearing his harness and a colored jock. He looks to be around the same age, and is slightly stockier. I think I need to call the Top in the relationship something new as I always call him Top Host. Well, he is tall, my age, and his dick is slightly longer than mine. It has a smaller head, but the shaft gets fatter and fatter as it moves towards the base. Perhaps, Tall Top will suffice. Muscle Ass goes to his knees in front of the fuck bench. Tall Top is right there, offering him his hardening cock. Tim and I join in, making a semi-circle in front of him. He moans, all while mouthing first one and then the next of us. Tim is not as long, but he has an incredibly thick shaft. I wait a minute and then slap my drooling dick on his cheek. He slobbers over it. Muscle Ass is in Pig Heaven. Tim and I move away so Muscle Ass can really Get to know Tall Top’s cock. Tim goes to his knees and deep throats me. He’s great, as always. I glance over at Tall Top. He is very pleased. He nods to me and moves over for Tim to suck him and I go feed Muscle Ass my wet dick. Muscle Ass finally stands up to stretch. He looks at Tim. “I need to fuck before I get fucked.” Tim gets up off his knees and move to the bench. I eat his ass first as Tall Top feeds him his dick. I move aside and Muscle Ass takes a turn rimming Tim’s full ass. I am greased up. I push into Tim’s ass and fuck him. Hard. Tall Top encourages me to use him. Tim is groaning around that thick dick in his mouth. Muscle Ass greases up and jerks to the sight of my dick plunging in and out. I pull out. Muscle Ass steps into place, but he’s not quite hard enough. Instead, Tim gets up and Muscle Ass takes his place. I fuck him first with Tall Top in his mouth. Tall Top comes around and fucks him next while Tim feeds Muscle Ass. I stroke for a minute then slap my dick on Muscle Ass’ back. Then it’s Tim’s turn up his ass. Tall Top goes back to his mouth and I move behind Tim. I let him start the fuck—and slide into him, forming a train. I stand still and Tim bucks forward into Muscle Ass and, as he pulls out, impales himself on me. Tall Top loves this. He moves around and takes my place, fucking his partner’s ass… * Tim is in the sling. Muscle Ass is feasting on his well fucked hole. Tall Top and I sit on the bed and watch. I suggest he let me eat his ass. I am the only man he lets do it (or so he says.) I suggest the bench, but he chooses the bed. He gets on all fours and let’s my tongue explore his crack. I lose track of time. When I look up, the guys at the sling have switched. Tim is plowing his super thick cock into Muscle Ass. This rouses Tall Top, too. We both get up and stand on the side, watching the fuck. “I am so fucked…” croons Muscle Ass. I let Tall Top go next. Tim comes around and works Muscle Ass’ nips. I watch Tall Top plow him, then kneel. He knows I want his ass-wet cock in my mouth. He fucks a couple of more strokes into Muscle Ass’ juicy butt, then fucks my open mouth a few strokes. Back it goes into his butt—then back into my mouth. I let him go back and forth between us half a dozen times before I stand up. I take his place and fuck Muscle Ass as hard as I can. Tim and Tall Top take a water break and sit on the bed. They are in shock that I jump in the sling. Muscle Ass attacks my butt crack with his tongue. Tall Tops erection has flagged slightly, but the sight of me getting off on Muscle Ass’ tongue revives him. “Look how hard he is,” Tim says, nudging his partner. It’s true. I am absolutely rampant… * We all take another turn on Muscle Ass on the bench. Tall Top is first inside him. Tim sucks me as TT fucks. I fuck him. Tim fucks him. But Tall Top is overheating—those two bow out, telling us how much fun they had. I fuck Muscle Ass as they get dressed and then take them upstairs to the door. I find Muscle Ass in the sling when I get back downstairs. “Cum in me!” I eat his wet hole. I think I will be able to do that easily. I stand up and fuck him one last time. I am on the edge—and now I’m over it. I let fly, thinking about how much dick Muscle Ass has had inside him tonight. And how stretched out his hole feels. His ass lips are puffy and huge. When I stop spurting, I fall to my knees and lick up my escaping seed from those very lips. I share. Drooling it into his open mouth. “I need to get off. Put something up my ass…” I start with the stainless-steel bulb of the Ballistic Butt Bomb. It pushes against the hole, but not into it. I switch to the curved cock with the bumps, left by GaryM. It enters him instantly—and the curve hits his prostate. It takes a moment, but he shoots, all over his hairy chest… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Muscle Ass Fourway: "I Am So Fucked" June 25, 2024

It’s been a while since I have gone but my usual routine is to walk around and look for guys that I have played with in the past and let them fuck me if they want. Then I look for the oldest nastiest man in there and work to earn his load.

My first long term relationship was with a black man. I was infatuated with him. To this day he was the single greatest influence on me sexually, spiritually, and gave me the confidence to be who I am today. With that said, I really didn’t think about his color until someone brought it up. Sometimes it was him. lol. He was and still is incredible in bed. I do tend to gravitate towards black men over white. I am not sure if it’s because I have an overt attraction or if it’s because I attribute who I am to a black man. Either way I really try not to make it a factor in my experience of pleasing men.

My previous post was typed on my phone, so was only able to make basic points. This is a little more detailed, and I request that you read both it and the links in full before replying. 1 Historical Background: Hamas is mainly equipped and supported by Iran, and Iran and Russia/the USSR have been allies since 1531 (apart from between 1982 and 1987, when it backed Iraq in the Gulf War - which we know more as the Iran-Iraq War). Why else (apart from inconveniencing Churchill and Roosevelt) would Stalin have chosen Tehran as one of the places for a Big 3 meeting in 1943 if not to boast of the Russian presence in Iran - a country that was once described as a "Jewel of the Middle East"? [think before following links] [think before following links] https://przystanekhistoria.pl/pa2/tematy/english-content/92855,Stalins-victory-in-Tehran-Polands-fate-on-the-conscience-of-Roosevelt-and-Church.html. Russia has also been officially antisemitic since 1881. 2 Principle of a Second Front: The principle of opening a Second Front is to divert resources (namely money and ammunition) away from a Primary Front, which is, for example, why the Western Allies invaded Italy in 1943: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_campaign_(World_War_II). By supplying resources to an October 7 attack for a relatively small outlay, i.e., automatic weapons plus ammunition), Russia made sure that resources were drained away from Ukraine's efforts to defend itself. There was a further (unforeseen) recent byproduct of diverting resources, being the fall of the Assad regime: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.gzeromedia.com/gzero-world-clips/russia-and-iran-just-lost-their-crown-jewel-in-the-middle-east-kim-ghattas . Note that Russia has had better results since October 7, which is a result of fighting an enemy with comparatively less resources than it had before that date. 3 Lack of Intelligence pre October 7: Why were Israeli security and intelligence services unprepared for what happened? Usually there would be some sort of radio or internet chatter that would have been picked up on for a relatively large-scale operation - but there was nothing (at least nothing that we have been informed of in the West), which means that their communications were via a third party, as both Iran and Hamas are both under heavy surveillance. The fact that they didn't pick up anything means that Russia was involved, and as Hamas' top leadership have been wiped out, any information that they had has now been lost as it sure as heck would never have been written down: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-67103298 4 Did Trump play a role in events? It is worth noting that Trump may have also played a role in events. There was a top-level meeting in 2017 in Helsinki between him and Sergei Lavrov, the Russian Foreign Minister, in which details of Israel's Iron Dome system were handed over. Given that Russia (and Putin in particular) is an expert in what we call "the long game", it is more than just conceivable that this information was used to subvert what the Israelis thought was ironclad: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.milwaukeeindependent.com/thom-hartmann/ability-hamas-evade-israels-iron-dome-defenses-points-possible-intel-leak-trump-russia/ 5 Significance of October 7 as a date: Why October 7, 2023, as the particular date of the attack? Plenty of soft targets (a large music festival), plus knowledge that anything in the Middle East always takes time to fix, which means it then became a guaranteed election issue. With a then-large(ish) Palestinian supporter base, the Democrats lose votes in particular swing states such as Michigan, and with the 10 figures from AIPAC going into Biden's pocket, it was always obvious that the USA was going to be all-in with the Israelis, rather than use bodies like the ICC to achieve a diplomatic solution. Humanitarian disasters such as Gaza don't just spring up out of fresh air. There is always a start point. Ukraine beget Gaza.

ummm....yes please.:)

bottoming is the worst thing for prostatitis. It can cause a flareup so easily . unprotected topping and even oral also can cause prostatitis. prostatitis can be very difficult to treat.

Are you ever truly naked if you're locked in chastity? Anyhow, naked.

I never bring up the subject of status. If the top does I will definitely talk about it. I tell them I'm okay with what ever their status is. I have only had a couple of guys bring up the subject. I wish more would. I would like to hear one tell me he is poz and not on meds after he has cum in me. I would say can you do it again?

Yeah sometimes. To find out if they’re on prep or not

Last load received a few weeks ago in the comfort of my own home, after worshipping him and working him up to the glorious explosion!

Technically, I've been twice: The first time I was with someone but we didn't have a place. We got a room, did our thing, and left so that hardly counts. Second time was in Dublin, close to 30 years ago. I don't remember whether I got a room. I went too early so it was dead. Managed to get a young ginger guy off orally. But I have self esteem issues in that kind of environment so I haven't gone since. I'm sort of worried about unwittingly breaching "etiquette" but reading stories on here, I'm kind of tempted to try, once I build up the nerve.

I think it would be much sexier if he begged for your load. He will eventually. In the meantime, blow a load down his throat. He should like that.

Welcome. This is a really good space with something for everyone. Enjoy!

Bummer.

That’s not Berlin specific - that’s the job description of a bouncer ! 😅 (Only people that match the party crowd)

Im in London tomorrow if youre still free?

He didn't understand the assignment. This black man had one job. Just one job. And he failed miserably.

Two days ago he came for a blowjob, so he came in my mouth. Today he texted me, he will come again to fuck me and get fucked, but he flopped on me - didn't came and didn't texted me either... (not first time this happened) 🤔

Yes, very old school. Here's three more things from bathhouses 'back in the day' Ashtrays in rooms. Smoking was allowed in your room. VCRs playing porn on VHS tapes. A pay phone in the lobby which also functioned as the bathhouse's business phone.

there's nothing more divine than riding a big black cock.

I had one with a former boyfriend and his friend. We had been drinking and after awhile my boyfriend started making me suck his friends cock. Then he tore my pants down, tore my thong off and started pounding on my pussy. He kept making me suck his friends cock while he fucked me.

I know a fisting bottom that went and got his PSA done the day after I really turned him into a meat-puppet and his PSA number was through the roof. The doctor told him to come back 2 weeks later and it went down to normal. That was fisting with some intense prostate work, not just getting fucked, but yeah, that can happen.

I think it’s a beautiful thing to view. It’s such a turn on when I watch porn where a sexy white bottom is getting railed by a huge black cock. I’ve had my share of BBC and absolutely love it.

Sounds old school to me. No chalkboards here in SEA.