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I feel like I've done my job. Though, it's a little awkward if we're at his place!

Have a few drinks with your son and grope yourself to see if he's interested. You often hear I wish my dad had and when he gets to your age he may be saying the same thing. Once you get started it's not hard after that though I was trained from an early age to pleasure my dad and uncle whenever or wherever.

I've posted a few of my videos on two (2) porn sites. Though, I'd like to team up with a few guys and become 'creators' of our own 'variety' of porn. I'd be in making porn....OINK

I Love when the spurts of poz cum hit his prostate 🥵

Like a "private" video done involving slamming etc & the resulting wild sex hungry orgy. From needle to final fist depth & everything in between.

NOT really kosher. I think it's rather irrelevant whether Uncle By blood or marriage. A connection has been made & it is obvious how each feels about the other. BE honest & DO NOT DEPRIVE two guys of a potential long & loving relationship. Love is hard enough to find without someone playing Cupid💘with a bent arrow (pardon the pun). TELL THEM 💞 💖💖💖💖!!!

My feelings are just about the same. The absolute last thing I want to do is cum before the guy fucking me does. I have, in the past, wanted to “please” the top, make it more exciting for him because they told me that seeing me shoot my load turned him on. Well, I am no longer willing to do that and tell guys from the beginning . Granted I am not making professional movies and I can see why that might make the video more entertaining . I have, on occasion, noticed as the bottom shot his load while the top plowed away. Sadly I also saw the expressions of pain on his face. Glad to see this topic addressed.

I've never douched , but I drink enough piss every day it's like I just sqirt liquid for a hour after I drink piss in the evening and crap solid in the morning 😵

Sometimes, things just align perfectly for a quick fuck-and-go Grindr hookup. This one didn’t happen in the big city, but a small Yorkshire town (just bigger than a village tbh) at the edge of the wilds. My partner had spent the day walking the moorlands with a gay men’s walking group – I didn’t really want to join this particular walk, but I said I’d turn up and meet them all for a drink afterwards. I turn up at 3pm as advised, but it turns up they’re all still up on the moors, a bit delayed. Not much doing here, but I find I’ve got an hour (or perhaps more) of time to kill. I jump onto Grindr on the outside chance there might be someone, but honestly if there’s three gay guys within a couple of miles I’ll be amazed. I get chatting to a regular fuck bud back in Leeds who sees me online and wonders if I’m free to go cruising with him. We keep promising to go to the motorway truck stop together on a Saturday night, but it hasn’t happened yet. Hope to tell that story in the future, once I’ve got my fair share of raw trucker cock. Anyway, I digress… Halfway through this conversation, a message comes through: “Looking for fun now?” Face pic. Body pic. Cock pic. Cock pic. All of which I’m into. I check his profile, says vers, another body pics no mention of bareback in his text or hashtags but I’m gonna ask. Also 400m away. At this point, a text from my husband. We’re coming off the moors. Be there in about 30mins. Ok, I gotta figure this out fast. My reply: “Yeah I am, but short on time. Up for a quick raw fuck and go?” He shoots back quickly yes and sends location. I can be there in like 10minutes. I’m going for it. Quick text back to my husband that I might be delayed meeting them all because Grindr. He sends back a rolling-eyes-emoji and says don’t be long. Ha ha I love my life! Ten minutes later, I’m there, and he’s actually waiting by the roadside, because his flat is a bit hard to find from the road. Down some steps, around the garden, past a wall, through patio doors, curtains closed, and straight away I strip. He throws his shoes off, chucks his socks on the bed, pulls his trackies down, and he’s got his cock out. Hot guy, late 20s early 30s I’d say. Southeast Asian heritage, like Malaysian or Indonesian origin maybe, but Yorkshire accent. Long hair in a man bun. Lean-ish to slim. And determined to get off. Soon as I’ve stripped, he pushes me to my knees and I’ve got a mouthful of cock. I normally like to work myself up to a deep throat, but he’s clearly taken my “short on time” seriously. Hands on back of head straight into throat fuck. I like his style. He fucks my skull for a couple of minutes and then: “Get on the bed, face down ass up.” No messing around. He’s not exactly dominating, but of course I do as I’m told. Face down ass up. And my face just happens to fall into his socks. While he’s lubing me up, I bury my face into them, savouring the smell of his feet. It gets me hard. He slides right in me, and again: no messing around. He goes straight from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds, a proper piston fuck. He just wants to get off. Luckily his cock is not massive or this would hurt, not that I would care: instead it feels good. He’s using my body to masturbate with, and that’s the whole fucking point, isn’t it? I dive into the manscent of his socks while making muffled encouraging noises, as he rises to a crescendo, then suddenly stops, pulls out, slips a couple of fingers into me for a minute, before slamming his cock back in and fucking hard. Guess he just wanted to enjoy that hole a bit longer. Well, sure enough, we hit the crescendo again, and I think he’s gonna cum, when he abruptly pulls out and shoves a couple of fingers in again. This time, he finds my prostate and my p-spot dead on, and pinches. I howl. A burst of both pleasure and pain simultaneously. He plays like this for a minute more – I can’t resist but to lift my head from his sweaty socks and moan cos it feels wild. And then: in slams the cock again, and I wonder if this is how we’re gonna go – fuck and fingering, fuck and fingering etc – but this time the crescendo is unmistakeable, and I feel a hot gush inside me. Maybe that fingering made me more sensitive inside to feel it, I don’t know, but it is brilliant. He grips my hips as he unloads into me. We both howl as he shudders behind me, almost as if his legs are about to buckle. My cumdump fag circuits come online and I reach round to grab his ass, and pull him into me, so that he doesn’t pull out right away. “Stay inside me” and he does. My face ‘accidentally’ finds his socks again, and I bury myself in them as he pulls out. And then we’re done. He pulls up his trackies, walks into his on-suite bathroom without a word to wash his cock as I get dressed. He returns once I’m dressed, smiles – and I say thanks, because that’s the right thing for the bottom to do – pulls back the curtains, and guides me with hardly a word back to the road, waves, turns and is gone. The whole thing has been 15 minutes max. Probably take you longer to read this than the time we took to fuck and load my ass up! I hit Grindr, message him thanks again, and start to walk to meet my husband’s walking group. Which is when the jizzjoy really hits. It’s been rising since he pulled out, but I am walking along this edge-of-village/town road with all the houses in the warm spring sunshine, and I just pull off my shirt. Walk the street shirtless like the proud cumdump faggot that I am, grinning from ear to ear, running my hands up and down my activated body, erect nipples, even winking at a couple of passers by who must be thinking – who the fuck is this dirty city boy? Honey, that’s just how the jizzjoy hits me. It’s in this somewhat cumdrunk state that I arrive to meet the group at a coffee shop. Throw my shirt back on in a half-worn disarrayed state, and meet everyone, in a kind of blur. Don’t remember any names. Husband looks at me sidelong, and rolls his eyes, as if to say “What are you like?” I just smile, as if to say “Like this. You know that.” I sit there, my ass thrumming with a stranger’s load, satisfied. That was a perfect hookup, and in quite an unexpected place.

I don’t care. Fuck me and leave. I be onto the next cum donor.

The load. It’s always about the load.

As I read this homage to exceptional sex I remembered a different, yet equally as fulfilling experience I had at a sex party at Club 120 in Toronto. That it was a Sunday afternoon adds to the religious experience for me. My back was on a fuck bench and a handsome younger guys raw cock was pleasuring my hole. An audience started to form around us. A young cub in his early 20s arrived beside my head. We started kissing. The fellow fucking me asked if I minded if he switched to fuck the cub. I sorta did mind, but knew my much older body (in my 60's) had done well to get the attention it had. Besides I wanted to watch this gorgeous hunky cub get bbed and bred. As the top switched places and slid his raw cock lubed with my ass juices into the cub, the cub leaned over my naked and prone body. His hairy chest and belly felt amazing on mine, and gave me better than a birds eye view of the action. My right hand was free to explore the cubs parted ass lips, as well as the raw ass lubed boner pummeling it. The excitement and energy of the cub was transferred directly into my body, skin to skin. The audience and I encouraged the top and he soon pumped his load deep into the grateful cub lying prone across my body. I was incredibly happy I had agreed to this unique sexual sacrament. Had I read your story before this experience I hope I'd have had the presence of mind to invite a feltcher from the audience to suck the load out of the cub and lube my ass for as many breegings as this sexual frenzy inspired.

Hot! What cinema?

Beautifully written! An experience to add to my bucket list! The sacrament of a feltched load kinkily deposited and worked deep into my hungry hole .

The fuck is the fun, but the load is the prize. Luv warm cum dripping out of my hole.

Great start. I look forward to reading more with Gus' ass getting more action than tounge and fingers!

On the few occasions where I bust my nut before the top does, I have found that my hole slams shut. There's so much going on with the sensitivity and nerve endings in that immediate area that it becomes overload. And I do NOT have a good time. Hurts far too much. Case in point: When Lance Charger was fucking me for SayUncle, he wanted to get me off and use my own spunk as his lube. Hot in theory, impossible in practice. I told him so, and he was disappointed as much as I was. Wish my body chemistry didn't work like that, because it would have added something good to our vid.

yesterday went first time to some old sauna near my office with lots of mature chubby men which i really like had good time with several men fucking me... all bare, but no one cummed... is that unusual? i know some tops want to save it for later but still it was very disappointing, some fucked me in both the wet sauna and the sling room but never managed to make them cum any tips for future? i love the fucking... but nothing compares to man cum inside me (even if i don't feel it)

So fucking hot!

Used to be for the sake of fucking, but things have changed. Now I’ve accepted my purpose, I am looking for loads, any loads with a hope to speed up the process.

That sounds amazing!

While the fuck is awesome, the load it the primary goal.

Holy Fuck! This gets better and better! Night to remember for sure!

Since I mostly top, the times I have wanted, and let, a guy to fuck me started out wanting to feel him inside of me. Although I enjoyed the feeling he gave me, it quickly changed to wanting his load deep inside me.