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God do I miss Club Z! 🙂 I used to live in Seattle as well. Thank you for sharing. It's really hard to estimate this number lol

Karl is the first one to steal me from Jax The boat rocks gently on the St. Lawrence River, the evening lights from the shore flickering like distant stars as we cruise along. I'm buzzed hard from the endless rounds of whiskey and beer, my head spinning a bit too much. Nature calls urgently, and I stagger toward the stairs, but Jax is deep in laughter with Lukas and the others, his back turned, oblivious. Before I can fumble my way alone, Karl steps up—tall, chiseled, with that sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that make him stand out as the hottest of the four. He's buzzed too, but steady on his feet, less sloshed than the rest of us. "Hey, let me help," he says, his voice low and warm, slipping an arm around my waist to guide me down the decks. His touch lingers just a second too long, sending a spark through the haze. We've been exchanging glances all day—his subtle flirts, the way he'd brush my arm during stories or flash that knowing smile when Jax wasn't looking. Now, alone on the quiet third deck, the hum of the engine masking our steps, we reach the washroom. It's dimly lit, empty, the door creaking shut behind us. I unzip and piss, the relief mixing with the sway of the boat. Karl does the same beside me, his stream strong and unhurried. I move to the sink, splashing cold water on my face and hands, trying to clear the fog. That's when I feel him behind me—his body heat pressing close, hands sliding over my hips. "I've wanted this," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and needy. No hesitation; he spins me around, crashing his mouth onto mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangle, wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my skin as he pulls me tighter. He backs me against the sink, hands roaming up my shirt, fingers finding my nipples and pinching them hard—twisting, tugging, making me gasp into his mouth. "Fuck, these are perfect," he growls between kisses, rolling the sensitive buds until they're throbbing peaks. His eyes drop lower, noticing the bright red briefs peeking from my jeans—sexy, tight, hugging my bulge. "And these... goddamn, that color on you. Makes me want to rip them off." He grinds his hips forward, his hard cock straining against his pants, rubbing against mine through the fabric. We strip fast, shirts tossed aside, jeans pooling at our ankles. He drops to his knees first, yanking my briefs down to free my dick, already leaking pre-cum. His mouth engulfs me in one slick slide, sucking deep, tongue swirling around the head as his hands grip my ass. I thread fingers through his short hair, thrusting shallowly into that warm heat, moaning as he hollows his cheeks. Then it's my turn—I push him back, sink down, and take his thick cock in hand. It's veined and heavy, uncut foreskin sliding back as I lick the slit, tasting his salt. I suck him greedily, bobbing my head, feeling him pulse on my tongue while he groans above me. Karl pulls me up after a minute, turning me to face the mirror. "Bend over," he commands softly, but with that edge of passion. I do, bracing on the sink, ass out. He spreads my cheeks, diving in without warning—his tongue lapping at my hole, wet and insistent, circling the rim before pushing inside. He eats me out like he's starving, slurping and probing, fingers joining to stretch me open. My legs shake, the boat's motion adding to the intensity, his hands kneading my thighs as he devours me. Finally, he stands, slicking his cock with spit. "I need to fuck you," he whispers, pressing the head against my entrance. He slides in slow at first, inch by inch, filling me completely—raw, no barriers, his unmedicated load waiting to claim me. Once buried deep, he starts thrusting, passionate and relentless, hips snapping forward with love in every grind. He wraps an arm around my chest, pinching my nipples again while pounding my ass, our bodies slapping together in the tight space. "You're so tight... so perfect," he pants, kissing my neck, biting down gently. We go forever like that—him pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back in, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Sweat slicks our skin, the mirror fogging from our breaths. He spins me again, lifting one leg to hook over his arm, fucking me face-to-face now, our eyes locked. Deeper, harder, his cock dragging against my walls. "God, I've been attracted to you all day," he confesses, voice breaking with each thrust. "From the moment I saw you. I regret Jax got you first—I wanted to be the one, to open you up, make you mine." His pace quickens, balls tightening, and with a guttural moan, he unloads—hot spurts of his HIV-positive cum flooding my ass, pumping deep as he holds me close, kissing me through the waves. We stay joined, catching our breath, his softening cock still inside. He pulls out slowly, cum dripping down my thigh. "Spend the night with me instead? At your hotel. Convince Jax to crash back at the hostel with the guys. I want more of you—all night. Please." I nod, still dazed, the warmth of his load settling inside me, his words echoing with promise. I haven't even cum and obscenely showing my bulge in my tight jeans, we both joined the group.

suit sex is so fucking hot, half-dressed pants off horny as hell to fuck. Love office sex

Certainly local politics have the most direct impact on our home lives. (local "politician" myself if elected to local office makes me that). I also work our polling place when I am not on the ballot myself. I have yet to figure out why it is the local elections that get super low turnout. Around here, 10% on some. Rarely as much as 20%.

I know when I got pozzed, and which of the three, if not all, actually infected me in 2023. But how many lifetime fucks? Starting in the early 1970's when I was walking distance to an active ABS? A lot. I am not going to hazard a number as I didn't keep a logbook.

Mixed bttm guy really wants to get fucked by older men. Fck my missionary and cum inside me. Please dm me ;)

That’s insane . Where I am it’s the opposite I have a hard time finding white bottoms or white sluts who are okay with how kinky and nasty I am. I almost can never find any sluts to drink my cum and piss.

My type of bitch

My last load , I gave , was about an hour ago. Met a slut who was hungry to swallow some dick and seed. Invited him over and Skull fucked him I Wanted to breed his pink loose wet pussy but didn’t have enough time . I’m still thinking about that sexy bitch

Nice transition into a whore

Wish you were near Austin instead of Boston...

Verse guy here who enjoys a hard rough fuck, both top and bottom, but not at all into the S/M aspect of it. If I'm fucking you, I want to make sure we are both enjoying it whether it's rough or not, and the same when I top. I guess I'm too vanilla.

I think I'm probably somewhere between 5-10k different guys, but I could be under estimating. I've been fucking since 1989 and getting fucked since 1990, and have been a bathhouse habituate since 2000. There is no way I could get to a very accurate number. When I 1st started going to bathhouses I used to try to keep track of how many unique guys I fucked and got fucked by in a night, not how many were new for that visit, on a typical Friday or Saturday night, my dick would usually be in 30-35 guys (cumming with an average of 5 a night) and would usually get between 5-7 dicks in my ass (but wasn't taking loads). I went to the bathhouse almost every Friday AND Saturday night, as well as a couple more visits during the week, plus I hooked up and fucked guys in the park, restroom, bar or online multiple times a week (I had been doing that long before I started going to bathhouses) the entire 8+ years I lived in Denver. I got a lot less sex after moving to Portland on the weekends, but have traveled extensively for work while living here so still hooked up with a lot of guys during the week unless I was stuck working on projects in the PNW. Living here has also pushed me in to taking multiple sexcactions most years, usually to southern California, where I can easily fuck 150 guys in a weekend and sometimes getting fucked by 20-30. I'm pretty sure I got pozzed over Labor Day weekend in 2017, I had been in LA and Palm Springs hitting a CumUnion Party in both places and had my dick in 150 - 200 guys not caring how many loads were in those holes or how chafed my dick was. I know I didn't take any loads, I'm not even sure I got fucked that weekend. I was diagnosed in March of 2018, and am 99% sure that was when it happened, and have been taking loads ever since, as well as continuing to give loads.

What I meant reflects the old political saying; "all politics are local", in that the local pols are actually available for individuals to interact with; "in-the-flesh".

You're really a first-class storyteller ... particularly on subjects like this one. I hope you publish one of these days; you owe your talents to an even wider audience.

I see it differently, but then I'm not a bottom either. Men fucking men is, at least to me, a celebration of their true selves, sometimes when either/both feel that they must mask their true selves for a variety of reasons (cultural, work-related, whatever). To me, when a Top fucks and fills a bottom, he's offering up his innermost, core sexual needs to breed, to another man whose innermost, core sexual needs are to take hard raw cock into his body, and receive the load as a reward for his acceptance of who and what he is. I have never felt a sense of violence (or the anger that would engender that sense) when I breed other men. For me, it's a joy-filled experience, so much so that I seek it out over and over and over again.

And it’s stretched my hole a few times. Leaves an amazing smell load behind too. 10/10

LOL .... you're not kidding !!! I suppose the filmmakers want the viewers to see that the cock actually did shoot a load, and then the residue gets pumped up the hole. And, I suppose that some of the load could get fucked up the hole after the show's over, but it seems to be weak as water ..... Far better to pump the entire load up the hole, and then some sperm-starved bystander can spoon it out with his tongue to prove the point,.