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My first ever gay fuck was BB and they guy told me to concentrate as he spunked deep into my hole. I felt his cock pulsating and he dumped his load. He then slapped my bum and said 'Welcome to gay sex, no going back now'. How true.

Who cares? Cock is cock. Just be hard enough or able to get hard. Anyway it’s funny. I remember that in Australia I was the star because of my uncut dick. And also, how confused I was when I was face to cock with my first cut dick. It lasted only a second and then I swallowed it till the balls.

Hi @ All, Will be in Berlin for Pride - anyone else? Open for fun? I am looking for some nice [banned word] fun in public, in my hotel (close to checkpoint charlie), in a bar or anywhere else. Let me know, I am 35, sporty, vers, got 20x6, bb only, ch friendly.

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This morning I chatted up a really sexy 24yo bottom who invited me to his place. I didn't have much time as I had a train to catch, and had spent the night on a bus, without much sleep nor a shower/change of clothes, so when he was finally done douching I didn't think about much else besides loading up his firm round ass with my itinerant seed. However, I did first take a piss (hadn't all night), and immediately noticed his bathroom was crawling with roaches. I don't mean one or two but dozens, plus many flattened roach carcasses on the tiled floor. Somehow it turned me on to be in this dark filthy place with a slim smoking hot bottom boy, but after I had blown my load up his tight hole, I did begin to panic a little. I started to worry that his many roommates (which were also crawling around his bedroom in numbers that defy the imagination) might hitch a ride with me and infest the family vacation home I traveled to after saying goodbye. Is there a big risk of this happening? I frantically checked my luggage and clothing for bugs, even went into the bathroom on the train to strip naked and turn my clothes inside out, but didn't find anything. Still, I had never seen anything like this before. To me cockroaches were something distant, not a lived reality. This was the first time I was confronted not only with an infestation, but one that went beyond any measure I'd thought possible. Btw I do feel sorry for the guy. I hope he finds a way to deal with them. He is young and seems to be an immigrant (we exchanged few words and those in a language I'm not fluent in). But selfish me is mostly worried that this infestation is going to spread to our vacation home and we won't be able to get rid of the little fuckers (not to mention the embarrassment of knowing it was my quick fuck with a random stranger that unleashed it). Kind of a niche question but any help would be much appreciated.

Def older experience tops for me that are on a mission to plant their seed balls deep!

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In Europe, most guys are uncut. But that doesn't really matter. What matters is sucking cock and the taste of cum.

Hello beautiful, Two things I want to talk about tonight: dating and piano. I’ve gone back into the red sea of dating. There’s a question I used to ask myself whenever I exited a relationship: “How do you know when you’re ready to date again?” It’s an interesting one because the answer is different for everyone. You kinda feel it in your bones. Back then, I used to think I was ready when I felt excited to meet new people again. And maybe that was true at the time. But I’ve realised now that after a breakup, we often gravitate towards others—sometimes new, sometimes old—just for company, to feel desired, to feel special again. I think that’s what drew Phil and Suf to me. Having someone close, someone to reflect their worth back to them. And over time, as they begin to rebuild their confidence and self-worth, the relationship shifts. I become a good friend. A supportive character in their next chapter. But these days? If you asked me that same question—how do I know I’m ready to date again—I think I’d say this: I’m ready when I’m willing to risk being hurt again by love. That’s not something I could’ve said a few months ago. Back then, I was still healing. Still licking wounds that were too raw to reopen. But I’ve been hurt so many times since the breakup in January, and still—I keep standing. I keep choosing love. And I want you to remember that, buddy. Love is worth it. Always. Now, onto piano. I’ve been thinking about changing my piano teacher. I’m not sure he’s the best at explaining things. Sometimes when I ask him questions, you can see this internal tug-of-war—he wants to answer, but he holds back, afraid it’ll lead us off track. Other times, I can tell he knows the answer, but just struggles to articulate it clearly. That’s why I’m not sure he’s the right teacher for me. But… I also like how strict he is, especially with timing and using the metronome. He keeps me in check. I’ve noticed I get a little cocky sometimes—skipping ahead to harder chapters instead of mastering the basics. He’s the one who reels me back in, like a grown-up catching a cheeky kid sneaking cookies before dinner. For that one hour, he manages to rein me in, and oddly enough, I don’t mind. It’s a kind of unprofessional, slightly dysfunctional relationship—but weirdly, I enjoy it. It makes the lessons feel human. For example, he wants me to learn the next three songs in Book 1—which I find super easy—so instead, I went rogue and bought Book 2. I started learning pieces from there and, surprise surprise, I’m struggling. I can already picture him pulling out the classic “I told you so,” and weirdly, I’m kind of looking forward to it—with a mischievous little grin on my face. I could find a more professional teacher, sure. But I have a feeling the lessons would be less fun. So… there’s the dilemma. I think I’ll sleep on it for a couple more nights. My next lesson’s coming up soon anyway. In the meantime, stay awesome, buddy. Chat soon xx

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Hey. Greetings from Vienna. I signed up here to meet like-minded people. I'm looking forward to nice chats, new acquaintances with hot guys, and a few tips on where to find good BB porn, for example, on Telegram.

Like the title says, what’s it like to get fucked by a pierced cock? I’ve been fantasizing about it lately so I’m curious.

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