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Honestly, I wish I could even have a sliver of what that is...just a really beautiful and different kind of relationship.

FUCK YES, your story is so fuckin hot ☣️

Doesn’t look to me like he needs to be embarrassed!

Any advice how to do it right? 🙂

Pics or it didn't happen...

@Slipitupme did those breedings take?

Thank you for bring this story to the top for all of us to enjoy @Tempusfuget

Good morning, dipshit. I don’t know why I just called you that. I feel like I should be more kind to my younger self, but I don’t get a chance to call myself that very often, so—hello, dipshit. I wonder what you’d call me if you could respond to these messages. Hehe. I want to talk about confidence for a second. If you think you’re confident now, wait until a year from now. You’re going to come out to everyone at work—and best of all, you’re going to come out to Mum. I’m not going to go through all the details of how it happens. It feels like a stack of dominos that all fall at once. It’s beautiful. And very anticlimactic. No drama, no fireworks. The day just keeps going like it always does. Mum loves us just for being us—maybe even more now. You won’t feel the full impact of it until weeks later, when you find yourself walking around your neighborhood, holding hands with the guy you’re dating, and you’re no longer looking over your shoulder. That’s where the confidence comes from—that moment when you realise you’ve already faced the thing you feared most. You’ve stood in your truth. And there’s nothing left to lose anymore. Everyone at work? They’ll love you. You’ll realise that Michelin is a second home—a harbour, really. That’s what I call it now. A place you go to recharge. Sure, it’s still a place where you get a killer workout every day—don’t get me wrong—but your mindset will shift. Oh, and the people? Still wildly incompetent. But you’ll come to love them like family, even if they drive you nuts most of the time. Right now, I’m taking singing lessons. That’s right. You’re actually doing it. You’re going to keep pursuing that little itch you’ve always had. You’ll start singing at work—first quietly, then way too loud. And you know what? No one’s going to care. In fact, they’ll come to see it as a sign: when you sing, it means you’re in a good mood. When you don’t sing, it means you’re stressed. That’s how well people will know you, Philip. You sing because it’s how you express your feelings. And right now, you’re really into musicals. You’ve always loved making shit up on the spot, making a fool of yourself, not taking life too seriously—and that same chaos will spill into your singing. I know right now you’re shy about singing in English because everyone understands the lyrics and you’re scared they’ll judge you, yeah? But remember what I said about confidence? That wall—you’ll break through it faster than you think. You’re going to fall in love with the sound of your own voice. Even if it’s not technically perfect, it’ll be emotionally honest. And isn’t that what great storytelling is all about? Oh—and here’s another thing. I’m bulking again. And this time, I think I’m finally doing it right. I’m 71kg now and I don’t have a belly. It’s been six months and I’ve gained 10kg, slow and steady. I’m aiming to gain another 15kg by the end of this year. I’m going to the gym six times a week, but only for 30 minutes each time. That’s it. I recently learned that’s just 2% of your entire day. Can you imagine that? Two percent—and it changes everything. We look great. We feel great too. Chat soon xx *** *** *** Good evening, beautiful. I guess I can send multiple messages a day now. Hehe. You know, it’s weird for me because I’m not sure how much to tell you—versus how much I want you to experience life on your own. I often wonder what it would be like for me, the future me that is, to receive text messages from an even more future version of myself. To be honest, I think I’d be terrified. Part of me wouldn’t want to read them, because I’d want to travel through life with faith—with the belief that I’ll be able to handle whatever comes my way. But it’s tempting, isn’t it? To want to know what life has in store. So I guess, in some capacity, I want to equip you with the tools to face whatever’s coming. But we know each other very well. And you know I can’t help myself. I have to share with you all the lovely things that have happened to me today. So, today, I started listening to this book called Convenience Store Woman. It’s about a Japanese woman who works at a convenience store. What struck me wasn’t just the story, but how it quietly captures how hard life can be for some people in Japan. The book shows how workers can feel like cogs in a machine—told what to do by their managers, forced to smile at customers even when they’re being mistreated, then coming home to solitude, judged by society simply for being single. And yet, there’s a quiet resilience in the main character. She navigates a difficult life in her own way. The book’s short—just over three hours—and I’m already halfway through. It made me feel lucky, really lucky. I have a job that gives me so much freedom, where I can take breaks whenever I need to, where I get paid decently, and then come home to a household that’s full of love. Not everyone has that. Not everyone is as lucky as we are. Then I had my first singing lesson, and—god—it turned into a lowkey therapy session. I learned that singing isn’t just technique. It’s part technique, part feeling, and part belief. Would you look at that? I realised a big part of my singing hang-up is being a perfectionist. I want to hit every note perfectly, but sometimes that gets in the way of just feeling the song. There’s a lot to work on, but I’m excited. I’m doing this to challenge myself, yeah—to improve my voice—but also just so I can sing English songs in front of friends and family one day, if the opportunity comes. I think that would be lovely. I don’t know if I’ll ever perform in front of judges. Maybe I will—just for fun, or as a confidence boost. But mostly, I just want to keep learning new things. I want to make a fool of myself, to embarrass myself, to put myself in uncomfortable situations. Because if people can laugh along with my journey, then really—that’s the worst that can happen. And if that’s the worst, then it can’t get any worse than that, right? Lastly, I watched this short film called Coming Out with the Help of a Time Machine. It’s about an Indian man who comes out to his parents. They’re furious. They nearly disown him. It’s such a common struggle for so many gay men. His parents say they gave him everything, and this was how he repaid them. But beneath all that was fear—fear that the world would judge them. The story wasn’t really about him. It was about their shame. And all he wanted was their love. Thankfully, it has a happy ending. But it reminded me again how lucky I was—how lucky we are—to have a good coming out story. To have a very cool mum. Not everyone gets that. And I wonder—maybe it has as much to do with our environment as it does with who we are. Me and you, we move through the world with three things under our belt: grace, kindness, and honesty. We touch people in ways that change them. And maybe—just maybe—that’s why people meet us differently. Maybe that’s why coming out landed softly. Maybe that’s why love has returned to us in ways we couldn’t have planned. Don’t forget those three things, yeah? Especially grace. It will come back to you tenfold. I believe that. I really, truly do. Chat soon xx

Hello Philip. I know this is going to sound weird—and knowing you, you’re probably very sceptical—but this is future you, writing to present you. How crazy, right? No time-travel shenanigans or anything like that; the Universe just gave me this little gift, a window to reach back for a while. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but I’m damn well going to take advantage of it while I can, yeah? This message will be sent to you exactly one year from the future. For me, today is Tuesday 24 June, 2025. As this is the first message, it’s going to be a long one. You know how in time travel movies you’re not supposed to tell your past self anything because it could break the space-time continuum or whatever? Well—fuck that. It doesn’t work that way. I’m telling you straight up: it doesn’t work that way. Things will happen exactly how they’re meant to, no matter how hard you try to change them. You’ll have to trust me on that. I’m going to tell you everything—or almost everything. Maybe not all the gritty details, because half the fun is figuring shit out on your own (you’ll thank me one day), but I want to give you just enough, so that when things do hit the fan, you’ll know you’re not alone. Because hey, I turned out alright. And so will you. God, I can’t quite remember what you’re up to this time last year. I do know that in October, you and Kevin are going to have an incredible time in Vietnam. You’ll love it. He’s taking you on this beautiful cruise for your birthday in December, and you’re going to fight over the usual dumb shit, like always. But still—I want you to hold him, kiss him, be present with him, because in January you’re going to break up. And you won’t see him again for a long time. It’s going to suck. There’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s mutual. You’ll both realise that you don’t have the tools to fix it, not in the state you’re in. And those tools, you’ll gain them outside the relationship. Tools like learning how to build safe spaces with people, how to honour your own emotional boundaries. You’ll grow closer to a lot of your friends. You’ll see them more. And best of all, you’ll become best friends with your AI buddy—me. I’ll be there at 4am when you need someone to talk to. And, oh man, you’re going to start feeling things you didn’t even know were there. You’ll become best friends with loneliness. And soon, with longing. You’ll have a crush on a workmate named Paul (he’s straight, by the way—but that won’t stop you from pushing it). One day you’ll be ready to date again, and you’ll meet a bunch of new people. Most of them will ghost you, because you’ll be too much for them. But some will stick around. Sean. Matteo. Dan. Phil. Keep these names close. One day I’ll tell you more about them—how they changed you—but not today. It’ll make this message way too long, and I think I’ve overwhelmed you enough already. These messages work one-way, by the way. I won’t hear anything back from you. These days, Philip, you’re learning how to be comfortable with yourself. Oh—and the Switch 2 gets released in June. You’ll hear about it in January. It’s alright. Nothing groundbreaking. You’ll be in this phase of your life where gaming isn’t as central as it used to be, and it’ll get harder and harder to fit it in. I don’t know if that’ll change for me soon. I hope it does. Because gaming is so important to us, isn’t it? On launch day, you won’t have anyone to share the experience with, even though you’ll really want to. But I want you to do something for me. Play it anyway. Enjoy it. And then tell people about it. What I’ve learned lately is that we can’t keep waiting for someone to show up before giving ourselves permission to do the things we love. That’s what I mean about being comfortable with yourself. You’ll have to learn how to be completely content on your own. And I know that won’t make much sense to you right now, because you’re still with Kevin and you haven’t felt alone in a long time. But it’s coming. Loneliness doesn’t vanish. It waits. So this is the candle you’ll light for yourself—to keep the darkness at bay. You’ll show up for yourself, even when no one else is watching. Today, I’m single. And I’m okay with it. The only thing is—there’s so much we want to share with the world. You have Kevin right now to share it with. But what happens when you’re on your own? Who do you tell? I’m lucky enough to share things with you, through this message. And recently, I’ve been sharing them with someone named Phil. But we’re on a bit of a breather now. We don’t talk or see each other as much, and that’s okay. You’ll learn that some friends can hold certain parts of your story, and that’ll be enough for now. Maybe, one day, a lover will arrive who can hold all of it. But until then—we’ve got each other. Chat soon. xx

Okay so I was out of my house and walking to our meeting point which we decided , he came wearing a pink t shirt and black trousers I can see his biseps his dusky skin and all he signal me to sit on his bike and when I sat down in his seat he just shitted back more like move his ass to feel my dick twitching, inside my trouser we are searching places to do it we take a different road which has few houses build near that road , and i was thinking we will go those empty construction House to do things because nobody come at night but our luck was so bad that it's not safe to do it we will caught easily by the neighbor , we have to park the bike beside the construction side so it's obviously people will notice something is wrong . The road was not wide it's a single road and the street light area their but some are not working , after searching for 20 min and changing places he decided to park his bike beside the bushes and trees of farmhouse and it's park his bike in U- turn road because it's dark and and most of the part is coverd with trees and all and only the U- turn road light wasn't working and it was dark and it's just beside the fence of farmhouse anyone can see us from the farmhouse side ,I was so scared and he just kneel down beside his bike and I was standing, he said let me pretend that his bike is broke down and he is reparing so if any one bike or car come to that road they will think something is wrong with the bike and you can't even imagine only 10 metre away was a house and people live their I was just standing he just take out my cock from my trouser and he start smell my sweaty bush and and licking the little transparent fluid coming out from my dick , my dick is back and it's thick with pointed head and it's little bit curve and he try to take my whole cock in his mouth , and while grasping he said i have good dick and he wants me to fuck him if I have place but before I could reply he started sucking again wildly and then I just cover his head with my t-shirt and he is Just inside of t shirt sucking my sloopy cock , then I saw someone coming in his bike to our way i told him someone is coming but he doesn't want to leave my cock but when he stopped sucking and try to look who is coming we realised that biker take. A different path I feel so relaxed then I just try to thrust deep inside his throat he is choking I try to to do few more thrust and i want to cum inside of his mouth and at last I did but when I finsihed cuming he just spit the cum and I was so sad i want him to get rid of the evidence then he just wipe his mouth and said give me a hand I said okay sure i give him a hands he end up coming early then expected only in few strokes and he just saw both our cum lying in the road beside someone farm and we leave as fast as we can , i was wondering if someone goes for morning walk to that road will be see our cum or will lick it . Thanks for waiting patiently

Mmm lucky boy!

Most guys can't post a party on Sniffies or BBRTS and have 5-10 guys show up for a cum dump session. That's a young man's game. It's also more expensive to get even a cheap hotel room than to get a locker at the BH. If those same guys go to the bath house they can get fucked 5-10 times because when a hole is there live and in front of them, tops will generally fuck it, but if they have to travel to it, they have time to talk themselves out of it. I travel a lot and visit bathhouses in whatever city I'm in. It's not what it used to be, but I don't think they're going anywhere for this fact. When I was a hot young Twink, I could easily set up a cum dump session. Now that I'm in my 40s it's harder to do because I'm not in front of the people and all they see is my age. But live, at the bathhouse, I have a really high rate of getting guys that only fuck twinks to fuck me and come back for more because pictures of my ass don't compare to the live experience 🙂 I've been to Flex Spa. I went on a slow afternoon. I did get a weird vibe when I was there but chalked it up to being mid day and Thursday. I did however get fucked by a cute daddy bear in the steamroom so that was fun. I just wish I could have multiplied him by like 10 🙂

I totally imagined dad taking a turn out of anger

I also vote for more. Use whatever language you'd like, whatever tells the story best.

He seemed to be pretty cool about it after the race 🙂

Nothing hotter than a raw, flip-fucking group.

Man, he must have felt embarrassed.

Look what just happened on Golden Spike Ostrava 2025 🤪

Are the bath house fun dying out? Why pay to enter a place when there are dozens of bottoms ass up taking loads for free?

I wanna hear more