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"Hate crimes and Out gay couples of colour." This commentary might be deemed misplaced (by the mods), so I apologize in advance if that's the case. The issue of racism in general, and in the US in particular, has been the noose around our collective necks for centuries. Now that the actual depravity of "owning" other human beings for the purpose of enslaved servitued has been outlawed via the Civil War (aka the War between the States) for 160 years, one could be forgiven for believing that the foundational issue (one race deserving of slavery, another race deserving of domination of the subjugated race), would have been excised from the National psyche ages ago. So the confounding question becomes, why that is still not the case with a decent percentage of the citizenry? How is it that the descendants of the imported, enslaved peoples are still - lo these many decades later - still considered second-class citizens? There are, of course, brilliant exceptions such as MLK Jr, numerous others, but the mindset of hatred at worst, denigration at least, is still acceptable to a decent number of Americans? While the straights have modified their hatreds of gay folks to some degree (mostly out of hesitancy to be demeaned by other pale people), apparently the learned hatreds of other minorities simply will not be given up. Our propensity to demean others unlike us in some way is confounding at the very least. We see it in the Levant, with very similar people killing each other with impunity, and only in the name of some deity/belief system. We see it in our major population centers, and minor ones. As populations expand world-wide, we see these ancient depravities resurface (encouraged by leaders of world powers, no less), particularly in our own country. I simply cannot understand how this ancient curse can be so readily accepted by folks who should know far, far better. The depravities of the current Administration are broadcast daily in every major media, as they round up not only folks that came for a better chance at a safe, decent life, and a chance to work hard enough to earn it, but anyone that wasn't born here. Neither were our Caucasian ancestors. How is it that any human being - attempting to be of good will, some measure of decency - can endorse this filth? We are all equal. We are all of value. Each of us - whatever characteristics that separate us - are worthy of respect, and basic human dignity.

I am retired and advertise my ass on Sniffies and Grindr at about 4.30pm each day. I catch the going home from work crowd that way - Mondays and Fridays tend to be the busiest. The cocks tend to smell and taste more musky at that hour of the day, as it will have been at least 8 hours since the tops have showered. I give them a tongue bath before they breed me and clean them again after they have cum. I'm a full service slut.

Give her some tongue, she might say , you taste like your friend Peter 👄

Nice 👄

I hear ya .... while I call it automatic lube, it can soak through a pair of jeans easily. At the fuckjoints, I don't care - but until I get there it can be a bit embarrassing.

I try to brush my teeth when I get home, but I have had to kiss her before I could. She didn't say anything. Then again, she probably had cum on her breath, the cheating whore.

Oh, I rubbed some on her clit and cunt lips.

I agree with you!! A cocksucker should be prepared to provide whatever pleases the top. I'm always ready to do whatever the guy wants and, so, I expect to be fucked, and the guy knows that he can fuck me if he wants to do that in addition to my sucking his cock. As a cocksucker and bottom I do what the guy wants, then I'm sure that I'll see him again, and he'll probably have referred his friends to me as well, which has happened several times.

I know you have got me wanting to try it out with you

I like to see the faces of the guys I'm lookin at. That goes for porn vids as well as just hot photos. A hot muscleman is way hotter to me if the photo isn't cropped just below the neck. 😞 As for porn vids, I don't like the masks I sometimes see. Blurred out is also meh for me. I guess least objectionable to me is when the camera work is done such that you never see the face of a particularly guy (usually the top). I do still tend to notice that they're making a real effort not to show the guy's face. I'm turned on by guys who are PROUD AS FUCK to be doing what they're doing... whether that's barebacking, taking two cocks at once, getting fucked by one guy after another after another, or guys doing things that I can't mention here cuz this discussion isn't in the back room. Heh heh 😈

@kinkysub25

Whenever gay men gather, there’s going to be a lot of fucking. Have you been at a gay cruise, resort, or campground? What sex did you see and/or participate in? Are they like bathhouses or more discreet?

This is a great story - really fucking hot!! So looking forward to the next chapter…. Will Paul strip and join the party? does he have enough energy to fuck his husband too? Or will he just lay next to him while they both get fucked?

Good boy.......

Every top in my little black book loves to tell me how good my hole feels. Warm, soft, and tight is what I usually hear. As a bottom who only occasionally tops I can't tell you how that compares to the average cumdump 😆

I'm coming for the first time - never been to Folsom and never to Berlin in warm weather so will be interesting. Already have my ticket for Pig party. but i plan to do Tiergarten and Bull every night and LAB on Thursday naked night.

I have to agree with @bluey02 on this, the ending should be #1. If they remeet a year later and become boyfriends for life; that would have been the long term outcome I would have enjoyed more. But, honestly, it was all and well done story, thanks @Talurim

I am just ready to obey but while i am blowing him i don't want to have expectations about him fucking me running through my head while he is using my mouthcunt. just focused on controlling my gag reflex and taking his cock deep in my throat. but i feel it is important to keep my ass attractive while i am blowing him. in whatever position i am to accentuate my ass's readiness to submit to his cock and make it accessible if he wants to rub it while he is using my mouth.

That sounds interesting

No. I don’t see it has an on going story.

Will be in Brisbane for a few days at the start of July. Would love to have my hole and mouth filled with multiple older (45+) cocks while I'm there. Will be able to host and will add dates once finalized.

Matthew quickened his pace as he hurried down the path. Bushes grew to either side, and trees branched overhead, a little green haven next to the busy road that he could still hear just a few metres away. Five minutes earlier he had parked up in a layby, and not daring to look around or meet anybody's eye, he had set off along this dead length of road, long ago abandoned as the main route had been straightened and converted to a dual carriageway many years before. It hadn't taken long for nature to reclaim the space and it got progressively greener and more private the further he went until suddenly everything opened up and his way was blocked by a fence as the path unexpectedly stopped just short of where the major road continued on its way. Matthew stopped and tried to calm his breathing and racing heart. He looked back into the bushes, turned and slowly walked back the way he had come, this time taking it all in. He had read about this place online. A cruising site for men to indulge in sex. The idea didn't exactly appeal, but it did make him curious. He wasn't entirely sure what he would find, but he had decided to come and look. Just look, and maybe get some vicarious excitement from knowing what went on. Thankfully he hadn't seen anybody else. There were other cars parked in the layby but he had rushed off quickly down the path, not wanting to draw attention. Just to look at the place he reminded himself. As he walked back he carefully looked around. He could now see little torn packets littered about in the bushes. He assumed they were condom wrappers and he turned one over with his foot. It was a sachet of lube. “God”, he thought. Every now and then he found other discarded items. Small bottles of poppers and little metal canisters. His heart quickened as he imagined what had been going on in the very spot where he was standing right now, amongst the detritus of other people's secrets. As he continued back towards where he had parked the car he saw two men walking towards him. They slowed as they approached. “Are you looking for anything?”, said the first man. He was a good deal older than Matthew's thirty-eight years. Late forties or early fifties with thinning sandy coloured hair and glasses. He reminded Matthew of his old physics teacher. “No”, replied Matthew nervously. The man seemed to look at him sternly, but maybe that was just association with memories of his teacher colouring the encounter. “I want to try sucking cock.” Matthew was shocked to find that he had just blurted this out. He suddenly felt scared. “I've never done it before”, he added. The two men looked at each other. The second man was older than the first, but he fitted the stereotypical description of a gay man that Matthew understood. Late fifties very tall with a shaven head and wearing a leather bikers jacket. “Alright”, said the first man. He loosened his trousers and took out his penis. Matthew was shocked that he was suddenly in this situation. It wasn't part of the plan. “Go on”, said the man holding it out. Matthew, not wanting to disappoint, crouched before it. It looked clean, he thought, it must be safe surely? It was semi hard and getting bigger as the man slowly massaged it in his hand. Seized by the moment Matthew suddenly opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. The taste wasn't unpleasant. Aromatic soap or body spray he thought. The feeling of it stiffening in his mouth made him excited. He ran his tongue around the length, sucked and bobbed his head up and down as he had seen women do in porn. There was a deeper salty taste emerging that drove him on to suck harder and take it deeper in his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right but the man seemed to be enjoying it. “Get your cock out. Let's see it”, said the man looking down at him. Matthew awkwardly unbuckled his belt as he crouched. The man's cock still in his mouth. He reached into his pants to release his own cock. It was hard and he started to masturbate as he continued to suck the man. He wasn't sure whether it was because he was trying to do two things at once, but suddenly the man pulled away, still massaging himself slowly with one hand. He hadn't cum and Matthew felt as if he had disappointed him. “That was good”, he said looking at Matthew. “Stand up”. Matthew stood and noticed that both men were looking at his cock and smiling. Matthew suddenly felt proud of his thick seven inches in a way he had never before. “You'd be popular round here”, said the first man and he nodded at the second man who remained silent but smiling. The second man crouched and started to suck Matthew's cock while the other man continued to play with himself. The feel of the man's mouth around Matthew's cock froze him to the spot. He didn't know what to do and just stood looking down as the older man expertly gave him a blow job. Suddenly he felt the first man's hand reaching from behind and stroking the underside of his scrotum. Matthew looked at him in shock as he felt his cock getting harder than it ever had been before. The man smiled at him as he continued his soft caresses. Matthew had never been touched like that before, it felt incredible and he suddenly cum. The older man grunted in satisfaction as he took it in his mouth. He looked up at Matthew gratefully as he licked it clean. “Kneel on the floor”, said the first man as the other stood back. Despite him now wanting to leave quickly Matthew did as he was told. He felt he had to obey. “On all fours”, ordered the man. Matthew complied and knelt on the broken asphalt. He could see that the man's cock was still hard and fully erect. He felt his trousers pulled down further and a sudden wet coldness pushed into his arse. Lube he realised. “Oh God”, he thought. This wasn't what he wanted, but somehow he couldn't say no. The man got behind him and Matthew felt him pushing firmly between his cheeks. He felt himself opening as the man's cock slowly slid inside. He suddenly felt like he needed to shit and panicked with embarrassment. “It's ok. Good lad”, said the man slowly working his cock inside him, in and out, getting deeper with each stroke.. Matthew looked up at the other man who had now released his own cock and was masturbating in front of him. Matthew felt terrified, but excited. It felt like an out of body experience. It felt so easy. The man fucked him. Fucking him. Fucking Matthew who panted loudly with each stroke. His little yelps making him hard again as he realised what was happening. The man was getting harder and faster as Matthew felt himself open up to accommodate. He relaxed forgetting about the embarrassment and his cares. It was hard inside. There was heat. He was flooded with experience. He was enjoying it. Matthew's yelps turned into moans of encouragement and the man responded by increasing his speed. “Good lad. You’re fucking loving it” he gasped. Matthew grabbed at patches of grass that had grown through the old road surface, gripping so hard he ripped some away. The older man in front of Matthew suddenly pushed his cock into his face. Matthew tried to catch it in his mouth, but then realised it was already cumming and the man was smearing his cum across his face with his cock. He felt the man fucking him grip him tight and push hard before he felt his cum inside him. He pulled out leaving Matthew gasping on the ground, tears in his eyes. “What have I done?”, Matthew thought to himself. The man moved in front of him smiling and handed him a packet of wipes. Matthew first wiped his face of the other man's cum, suddenly feeling disgusted with himself. He wiped his rear clean and threw it into the bushes, not wanting to see the stains of his embarrassment. He pulled up his trousers quickly and stood in silence not knowing what to do. “That was what you were here for, wasn't it?”, asked the man who had just fucked him. Matthew said nothing. Tears were stinging his eyes and he just wanted to leave. They walked back to the layby together, every step reminding Matthew of what had just happened. His legs were wobbly, he was shaking. Once back at the car he climbed straight in and drove away saying nothing to the men who had thrust themselves upon him. He stopped the car at the first opportunity once he felt far enough away. He drank half a bottle of water, spitting most of it out of the window, before crunching on some mints to take away the taste. He wanted to forget but the pain in his behind wouldn't let him. He could feel wetness in his pants. Cum? Blood? Something else? He despaired. He'd have to get rid of his underwear before his wife saw them. He cried. What if he had caught something? How could he have been so stupid? So very stupid. He thought about the risks to his wife and family. Never again he decided. Curiosity was no excuse. He felt abused. Never, ever again. Matthew returned home a changed man. Two weeks later Matthew drove into the layby and parked his car. Climbing out he deliberately walked slowly up the green lane.

nothing tastes better than the cum that created you and if you want your dad, chances are that he wanted or had his dad too