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I would be almost 30 just having come out to myself. I would spend long weekends in the middle of the week with the first guy I had a long distance relationship with. He's the first guy I fucked (bb because I was no risk). He's also the first guy to fuck me, but wore protection. Anyway, he had a great selection of gay porn videos which I watched addictively when he went to work for the day. They were all early '80's tapes so there was never a condom in site. I couldn't get enough of them. With me having edged all day we would have wild sex when he got home.

This is fucking fantastic! I want to go to that place with Fred!

Have played and recently played at a park. Do like the open space

Hello beautiful, I’ll make you a deal: we won’t be talking about Phil today. I’ve been chatting with this guy on Hinge. His name is Suf, and the really cool thing we’ve started doing is sending voice memos. He’s pretty good at texting too, but I wanted to use voice more—to express my thoughts in a raw and intimate way—and he was on board with it from the beginning. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m learning piano and singing, which makes me more focused on sound these days, but he’s got a really great talking voice. Warm, safe, comfy. It’s the kind of voice I wouldn’t mind listening to while lying beside him in bed as he talks about his day. I want to share something else with you, buddy. Our old man is going to tell us one day to let love surprise us. In the past, we’ve always dated people close by, and they’ve all been Vietnamese, haven’t they? Lately, I’ve been more open—to people who live further away, even to those from different backgrounds. It’s not because I think the local Vietnamese dating pool is limited. I just think the person we’ll fall for might not be who we expect. They might fall outside our age bracket, come from a different culture, or be something else entirely. I’m learning to open the door to whoever decides to walk through it and meet me where I am—with warmth and kindness. And on that topic, we need to talk about appearance too. I’ve been pretty picky so far, swiping left or right based on looks. But I’m easing up on that now. Of course appearance matters, but we’ve known for a long time that it fades. That’s why we chose Kevin, isn’t it? Not because he was a model, but because he loved us more than anyone else did. When we’re old and wrinkly, only love will outlast what we look like. So now, I’m choosing based on how people make me feel. It’s as simple as that. In other news, I think I’ll defer my singing lessons for a term. I’ve tried doing both piano and singing at once, and I’m struggling hard to balance the two. They’re both new to me, and I’m leaning more toward piano right now. The plan is to finish off this half-term with singing, take the remaining term off to focus solely on piano, and then resume both in term four. I think that’s a smart move. I’m still in the honeymoon phase with piano, and it’s already hard enough trying to remember where the F key is, let alone singing on pitch while I play. Let’s see where this messy ride takes us. Love you, buddy. Chat soon xx

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The first time I saw gay porn I was in high school, probably 13 at the time. I remember seeing a guy getting a thick cock up his ass. I was instantly hard and dripping in my pants; I felt faint. I was shacking with ecstasy. The porn was playing on the family home computer and I was all alone. I had never seen anything like this before. I was mesmerised by the action, the animalistic noises from the bottom, the ejaculation. It was magical! I knew from that moment I was gay. I wanted to be fucked. I remember rushing to the only private room in the house, the bathroom. I jerked-off and, being young and inexperienced I didn’t know how to angle my cock to cum in the toilet. Instead I took one of our best decorative bath towels and blew my thick load into it. I would have gotten away with it too if I hadn’t put the semen soaked towel back on the towel bar. My dad put his hand in my load as he was washing his hands as he got home from work. That was an embarrassing conversation. This was the late 80s early 90s and being out for me was not an option yet. But every time I was alone in the house, I would watch gay porn and jerk my fat cock until I unleashed my seed.

It really depends. Most of the time I can take a few loads without issue. Other times my body aborts. I can say with many many years of experience that the smell (at least to me) is not good. It smells like dead fish. I think I prefer to abort because it’s better than forgetting it’s there and it coming out at the wrong time and place.

Absolutely love to have porn as im sucking! I always will ask him to put his favorite porn on so I can see what turns him on. As its playing i will do whats playing to get him hotter. I find sometimes some good ideas that gets him hot as fuck and make him wild!

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Thanks for responding. Yep you are definitely the ideal cocksucker. I love guys that aren't looking for recip - that's why there are two types of men - feeders and eaters. Keep up the great work. I have no doubt you'll be servicing regulars soon.

I cheat too! Always have. I’m in a relationship and still crave cock—raw, anonymous, secret cock. There’s nothing hotter than the forbidden. Married, bi, straight, DL, curious, partnered… if there’s tension under the surface, I feel it. I welcome it. Cheating cocks fuck different. They fuck like they need it, like they’re proving something. I open up and let it all in—no judgment, just desire. Secrets don’t scare me. They turn me on.

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Fuck man, what a great story, I’ve blown my load fantasizing about being the bottom 3 times already.

I was young. Probably around 14 when I seen porn for the first time. It was straight porn and I remember seeing the girl getting bred by a smaller dick than I was getting at the time and it was wrapped in a condom. She was moaning really loud and I wondered why she was making so much noise. I didn’t see any porn again until I was in college. It was gay porn. Again it was condom porn and the bottom was making a lot of noise. I was getting bred by a large black man that didn’t use condoms and is hiv positive so I didn’t relate to the video much. Now I see porn playing when I am at the video store. I don’t really watch it but from what I see it’s not relatable to me either. I prefer the real thing I guess.

Exactly how I felt it , and *pop* for sure, every time cock passes that ring. Bend comes after that..

Do you see the irony of your statement? Probably not.

This story keeps getting hotter and hotter!

Funny how that works. If you go against the narrative or don't tow the line you get punished or suspended. Then when you request your account to be removed, you end up getting a guy like you offering his unwanted 2 cents in the matter.

My last fist was really a set of fists. I capped off my summer Fist Fest experience with a round of Punch Punch Pass ( i have filmed a couple previous ones I've done). In Punch Punch Pass, the bottom is place on a giant Lazy Susan and a group of tops lube of their hands and punch punch pass the bottom among them, though they nearly always take extra punches on their turns. I lasted seven complete round with nine guys sharing me. The hands ranged in size from small (who would slide deep into my blown out rectum or double fist me on his turns), to the very large who would give me multiple punches with each of his big paws. I was in poppered up piggy bliss as I was shared over and over, going round and round, my hole so wrecked from three days hard use that it didn't even close between punches and guys, it just hung open. When I finally tapped out after the 7th round (and something around 150 punches to my battered bussy), the guys helped me up off the Lazy Susan (I got used on my back, legs up and spread) and on to as puppy pad as the excess lube flowed from my gaped ass, running down my legs and drip streaming off my scrotum until a couple of them got some paper towel to clean me up. Yes, I slept in a diaper that night, but slept deep and satisfied.

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