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Mount – Palm Springs 10/4 I recently traveled to Palm Springs for the first time to attend the Mount event at CCBC. First of all, I would like to thank anyone that reached out to me for answering questions about Palm Springs. It was very beneficial to have a little knowledge about the area, etc. I checked into the CCBC on Friday, but did not attend the Mount event, but rather the Cumunion event at Club 541. In short, had a great time and got bred at least 13 times that evening. But on the the bigger item. For anyone interested or thinking about the Mount event, don’t hesitate and do it. Of course, not knowing anyone / traveling alone, my mind and nervousness slowly dropped after just talking up with other attendees. It also helped in during the day on Saturday, I was able to speak to a few that did the event on Friday evening, but they were going to being volunteering for the Saturday event. Every little bit of info ahead of time was helpful. 5:00 p.m. check in starts. I was staying in a room that could see the registration area, and noticed there were people checking in around 4:45 p.m. so I decided to go and get that done. Wise choice! I was talking with one of the members that work these events and gave me some pointers. As a bronco, you basically have an area that after check in, there is a place to wait in line to be taken into the coral for the 7:30 p.m. meeting of the broncos. Jokingly I asked the member if I was actually seeing that there were 3 people in line already and it was only 5 p.m. “Yes” they are. Well, I guess its time to wait and chat with other broncos. Keep in mind, there are about 16/18 slings available and fuck tables and benches in the coral area. Simple math, the first 16/18 broncos in line have the choice of getting a sling. Well, got up to the line and there were a few more broncos so I was like #7. It was only 5:10 p.m. Oh well, I wanted this experience and was not going to miss out on a sling if I could help it. Time actually went fast talking and everything with other broncos. Some were there the night before and some were first timers like myself. Note to self: More knowledge is best! Time actually went pretty fast. All out for the same thing, everyone was pleasant and chatty. It helped as well, as your space in line could be held by new acquaintences to run to rest room, drink run, etc. By the time we were ready to enter the corral, there were probably 40/50 broncos behind me. 7:30 p.m., the stable master opened the gate and said to follow him into the corral. Keep in mind, the corral is circular in shape, the outside perimeter has a wall so no one can see into the corral. There were 16/18 slings lining the outside perimeter of the inside wall with the center containing all sorts of picnic benches and fuck tables. All the broncos were taking their positions. I got into one of the slings and one of the other broncos I was waiting with took the sling next to me as we were going to check on each other during the event. The stable master began his speech about the rules and instructions. Rule 1; If the hand goes up, everything stops. The cowboys are also instructed on this as well. The organization wants to make sure you are in a safe environment and nothing happens to the broncos. The hand up can alert the wranglers watching the area that the bronco needs a break, needs water, needs to move position, the cowboy is too big, or has a piercing. My anxiousness was lowering even more hearing all of the safeguards that they have in place to make sure you feel safe, especially being blindfolded. Rule 2; The blindfold must stay on at all times. If you take it off, you are thrown out. Hence the hand raising to get what you need. I witnessed a wrangler (helper) every few slings and throughout the center of the corral. It was very well watched and they were helpful in everyway. Rule 3; If the wrangler notices that you aren’t getting a lot of action, they may suggest they move you to another area. Not as a punishment but rather, they want everyone to experience the best of this event. As the other similar types of parties post, just because you are there, and a lot of people, my not guarantee you will get a lot of action. Note to self; that’s always been in the back of my mind. Rule 4; If you want to move to another area, hand up and wrangler will take you there, however you lose your spot, (in a sling space) you would give that up to a bronco that may be waiting to try one that opened up. **not a rule, but we were told that the cowboys were having their meeting and they are instructed this is a fuck event. It’s not a stand round event. The organizers basically don’t want a cowboy mounting a bronco and a group of other cowboys gathering around watching and waiting their turn. “Wow” I thought. What a concept. You know, we have all been to events and everyone is swarmed around one bottom guy. Not in this case. They want the cowboys to be one on one and then move on. Note to self-interesting. More mind easement. But still, the amount of broncos I saw in that corral, still wondering if this was going to work. Almost 8p.m. – Announced all broncos must place their blindfolds on. Not to be removed. So, up in the sling I am in a jock, sox, tennis shoes, harness and ball cap with a blind fold. I kept a small tube of lube in my sox that I could reach without having to ask for help. I looked up, almost a full moon outside, beautiful night out and up goes the blindfold. I think, good luck! 8 P.M. – The stable master announces that cowboys can march in and mount. The deep breaths I was taking! It was a very vulnerable feeling. Trust me. To my surprise, within 10 seconds, I was mounted by my first cowboy and to my surprise, bred my ass. Slapped my ass and said thanks. I have to say, there were never more than 10 minutes between mountings. Every so often, the wrangler in my area would come up to me, announce who he was and asked if I needed a break, water, anything. The wrangers really kept an eye on us. After being in the sling for 3 hours and 10 minutes, I was mounted at least 24 times that I remember (lost count after about 20) and got bred by 18 cowboys that I know of for sure. Just as the last cowboy was unloading in me, I heard him talking with the wrangler by me and said “Geez, how many times have you shot, and the cowboy said 7”. 11:10 P.M. – The Stable master announced that all blindfolds could come off as everything was winding down. When my blindfold came off, I look on my face was priceless. There were 4 of us in slings left. 2 of us were done, and the other 2 had cowboys mounting them. Everyone else had gone. It looked so different with no one in the corral compared to when it started and me thinking “What did I get myself into”? So here is the important numbers, and thought I did not do too bad that night. There were 66 broncos (bottoms) and 94 or 96 cowboys (tops) I will take the 24 mountings with great pride! And the 18 breedings with even more pride! Would I suggest doing this if you have thought about it; YES Would I do this again if the opportunity comes up again; YES I also want to thank the MOUNT team www.guys2.com for their work they put into this and their organization. It was a hot event and couldn’t ask for a better experience.

I’d be curious to see the evidence.

I'm not certain yet which way to go on the issue. There seems to be evidence supporting that it is possible for the poz load to rewrite the bottom's DNA to make him continue to take loads.

I'll second @tobetrained's recommendation of American Nations - it is truly excellent.

It can happen. Sometimes I feel my guy cum. Sometime I feel throbbing, sometimes hot liquid feeling too. Even with a condom you can feel a guy throbbing and sometimes the heat of his cum. When it's good getting fucked feels amazing. But do you want this guy inside you? Like it's something you feel excited about and randomly thinking about him? If you do, and the guy is willing to do it and you're alright with how safe it is, what's to regret? Just don't if you feel pressure to do it. And only bb if you want it.

I had a finger prostate exam and an USG probe one without any comment made despite being able to take 70mm butt plug with ease.

I wish I could feel it more, but since his cum is same temperature as mine, then unless he cums a lot I feel nothing apart from him getting a bit harder and trying to push it a bit further. Regardless.. knowing you made him feel good will make you feel good if not great :)

I think it's all about the thrill. Once you take the load, regardless if it's poz or not, you are hooked. Being uncertain releases a lot of emotions, but at the same time you've tried it, you are ok with and you want more.. way more, after all that's what's you've been thinking about for a while, isn't it? I don't believe in the DNA rewriting and zombie like effect.

Back in the summer of 2003, my dad underwent knee reconstruction surgery—titanium implants and all—so I relocated back to New Jersey to lend a hand during his recovery. One Monday evening, I hit up Feather's in Hackensack, their legendary big night, and locked eyes with this adorable, soft-bodied blond Irish boy from across the upstairs bar. We shared a few intense kisses before heading to his place in East Rutherford: one of those generic, two-story strip habitats built with parking lots in mind. We tumbled inside, where his roommate was ostensibly crashed out on the couch. Things escalated quickly—clothes flying off, slamming to the floor in a frenzy. True to form (and as my moniker suggests), I wasn't holding back with my tongue, slapping him sharply and ordering him to his knees. His choking gasps must've roused the roommate, because I noticed his eyes reflecting the moonlight, squarely fixed on us. Midway through, I mentioned needing the bathroom. The guy stood up, bent over with a sly glance back, and whispered, "Just piss in my ass." Intrigued and aiming to be an accommodating guest I obliged. The pressure against my still-hard cock was intense, but either he'd misjudged my beer intake or was just that eager of a slut—probably both. He couldn't contain it; piss cascaded down our legs in a warm flood. I cut off the stream as I withdrew, and he swiftly tossed a towel down before guiding me to the bathroom. There, he dropped to his knees again and urged, “piss in my mouth." Gripping the back of his head, I thrust deep into his throat and let loose, listening to those rhythmic gulps as he swallowed every drop like a good boy. We returned to the main room, where I took him on the floor in position three in my playbook—slapping him relentlessly and hurling every filthy name imaginable until I buried myself balls-deep, breeding him with my signature shudder, shaking my cock off inside his fuck hole for every last drop.

Two very good books on the topic: 1) American Nations by C Woodward 2) Historical Atlas of the United States by M Carnes The books are as apolitical as you can reasonable get. The former is probably working itself out, to some degree, as culture has bee nationalized / globalized with digital media, fairly little local connections / community in today's world.

I don’t really understand the tops are not happy to fuck a cummy hole. But it’s not helpful, I know. So while I’m on the same wavelength as you regarding the annoying online thing, I wouldn’t forget it totally. Sometimes it’s fruitful to check new faces and probably you can find more people who are into threesomes, groups, etc. I now, there’s not many opportunities around you, but places like saunas or cruising bars are still the best option.

Great start ,keep it going leading to raw erotic fun Oink ☣️

My ass is very loose. A big dick can enter my ass in a single thrust. A medium fist within 10 seconds. Love it that my ass so loose. But to be honest I cannot feel big cocks that well anmore. Unless I was fucked hard for hours. I get fucked (only raw ofcourse) so many times, but alot of fucks are very short, because I am too loose for several tops. That is the downside. However It makes me horny that a raw cock fucked me again

I'm a good person. 😉

What goes down at Club Orlando?

O and being pissed in the ass is horny as hell. Love it to, but I think I have only been pissed in my ass 5 times or so

First piss encounter was when I was in my early twenties. Did not swallow the first time. After a few times keeping the piss in my mouth I got hooked. I love the taste of piss. Especially old piss. The smell of a dirty public urinal is amazing. Get s me very horny.

If you practice with dildos from time to time, you may find your first fuck to be easier to accommodate. Also, if you retain the load(s), be mindful should you at some point there after stand up to urinate; it can cause the muscles in side your cavity of cum to relax and thus result in the load literally falling out. happened to me once at a travel stop while going comando. 😳

Like saying I’m only going to fuck someone if they are only neg is really taking a blind leap of faith that the other person whose says their neg is truly neg. A person’s HIV status is the least important factor for me. I could care less if they were poz, neg, or undetectable, because at the end of the day if you are a good person I’m going to sleep with, but you aren’t then you will have to find someone else.

Awesome reply! I'm the same with you on all your answers!

I guess you could say I had four “firsts” Fantasy (clearly I was a late bloomer compared with all of you who started so early) ..my first boy friend was back home the summer out of college (1977) very vanilla- I was a bottom and he spent the summer fucking me … in the fall I moved to Boston - but we stayed in touch … phone calls … I guess this is how I started my thing with phone sex … a lot of times kind of late after I had had a drink or two… and I am not sure where it came from (maybe the need for phone sex to be a bit more extreme than physical sex) I started begging him to piss on me Just over the phone … never did anything for real … until…. Taking it In The Ass skip forward to the mid 90s at the Ramrod (Bostons leather bar) get picked up by this guy (I remember he worked for Tiffany’s… in their display department… and he was in town helping yo open a new store) who takes me back to his hotel room ( side bar …. Any conversations on here about hotel sex??? I love it … had a good streak going for awhile in my younger days …was hoping to trick in every hotel in Boston) anyway .. it was hot - the guy fucked me (raw … didn’t ask just did it) and then kept his dick inside me and then (also without asking) started pissing up my ass - it made me feel like a total faggot bitch….. I loved it Drinking It /Feeding It A year or two latter …. Hooked up with this cute younger guy ( grad student… at Harvard Divinity School) at a show tunes bar in Bay Village - not sure how it came up …. But I remember driving back to my place and really needed to piss …. So he leans over … takes my dick out and I piss down his throat while I am driving ….. we get to my place … strip down and get in the shower - spent the next hour or so drinking each others piss (before I took him to bed and fucked him…. It was really hot Pissing IN An Ass Several years later- met a guy on line (Recon I think) and arrange to go to his place … about 1-1/2 hours away…. I polish off about a liter of Diet Coke on my way down (I find Diet Coke great for WS as it goes through my bladder pretty quick) Get there and he is on his knees In his front hall … “naked” - save for a hood … collar, and wrist restraints he drinks a bit “straight from the tap” and then I lead him too his bedroom… tie his wrists to his headboard - and get a bit rough with him. …. Then give him a nice long fuck … and after cuming in him. … let the plumbing switch over, as it were, and then empty my very full bladder into him OMG … it was Amazing!!! It felt like I was cumming the whole time I was pissing in his ass … and as I had a very full bladder … it felt like this two minute orgasm ( what I would give to experience that again) Pity it’s hard to find guys into WS here in Boston