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The year was 2010. The dim glow of the laptop screen illuminated Darren’s face, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and the shaved contours of his head. At 42, he had mastered the art of discretion, his lean frame and clean-shaven jawline projecting an air of quiet confidence. But tonight, alone in his sparsely furnished apartment, he allowed himself a rare indulgence: scrolling through profiles on BBRTS. The anonymity of the platform was both thrilling and terrifying, a digital playground where his deepest desires could be explored without judgment—or so he told himself. His fingers moved methodically, clicking through profile after profile, until they paused at one whose private photos had been opened for him and a message just saying "Hi" had been received. There he was: profile name LoyalBrother. The man’s photos were artistically filtered but what emerged was a swimmer's physique with a layer of fat and a vascularity that hinted at a life lived boldly. Darren’s heart quickened as his eyes traced the curves of LoyalBrother’s body, his gaze lingering on the fat cut cock. But it was the status beneath the photos that caught his breath: ‘positive’. Darren’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing. He knew what that meant. He’d seen it before, always scrolling past, always reminding himself of the risks. Darren had been barebacking for a few years now. At first only with guys who professed to be negative. More recently he had graduated to taking bare cock from undetectable guys believing that was even lower risk. Still, he drew the line a detectable guys. But LoyalBrother’s profile was different. There was something magnetic about him, a raw authenticity that drew Darren in despite his better judgment. After a moment’s hesitation, he began to type: “Flattered, but I don’t think we should hook up. Your status…” The response came quickly, as if Randy had been waiting. “I’m positive, yeah, but I can fuck you with a condom. No risk.” Darren’s breath hitched as he read the words, his chest tightening with a mix of desire and fear. He knew the risks, had been drilled into him since his early twenties. But LoyalBrother’s casual assurance was disarming, a challenge to the boundaries Darren had carefully constructed. His fingers trembled as he replied, “If we met, I wouldn’t trust myself to stick to that. I’d want you to cum in me.” The words felt like a confession, a secret he’d never voiced aloud. But there was something liberating about typing them, about acknowledging the forbidden thrill that had haunted his fantasies for years. LoyalBrother’s response was immediate, bold, and unapologetic: “Sounds like you’re into it. Come over.” Darren’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to say yes, to surrender to the raw, unfiltered desire that LoyalBrother’s words had awakened. But fear held him back, a voice in his head whispering of consequences, of danger. “I’m tempted, but…” Darren’s fingers faltered as he typed, the ellipsis hanging in the air like an unspoken question. He thought of his righteous upbringing, of the years spent hiding his true self, of the carefully curated life he’d built. And yet, here he was, teetering on the edge of something reckless, something exhilarating. LoyalBrother’s tone softened, just a touch, as he replied: “No pressure. But if you ever want to talk..." Darren typed back a quick "Thanks." "By the way, your pics suck," LoyalBrother messaged, "If you ever want better pics taken, I’m a pretty good amateur photographer.” The offer was casual, almost offhand, but Darren sensed an underlying intent. It was true his pictures sucked. He had done his best to take them on his own in a mirror, but there was only so much he could accomplish. On the other hand, the setup seemed bound to tempt him into sex. And Darren didn't trust himself. The most he could bring himself to say by way of reply was that he'd think about it. Darren logged off, the screen fading to black, but his mind remained alive with images of LoyalBrother’s lean face, his body, the weight of him pressing Darren into the mattress. His hand drifted down to his cock, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers as he imagined the other guy’s hands doing the same. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold—LoyalBrother’s raw heat filling him, the forbidden thrill of bare skin against bare skin, the unspoken longing for something more. His breath quickened as he stroked himself, his thoughts a tangled mess of desire and danger. He imagined LoyalBrother’s lips brushing against his ear, whispering filthy promises, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he thrust deep inside him. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that left Darren trembling. As he neared the edge, his mind lingered on the line between fantasy and reality, on the quiet ache of what could be. He thought of the unspoken power dynamics that had drawn him in, of the raw, unfiltered hunger that had awakened within him. And then, with a ragged gasp, he came, his release a messy, desperate spill into his hand. The room was silent afterward, the only sound Darren’s heavy breathing as he lay back against the couch, his heart still pounding. His mind was a blur of emotions—regret, longing, excitement—but beneath it all was a quiet, unspoken truth. He wanted more. Not just the fantasy, not just the thrill of danger, but something deeper, something real. The laptop sat closed on the coffee table, Randy’s profile a ghost in the machine. Darren’s hand rested on his chest, his fingers tracing the faint outline of his heartbeat. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a reminder of the world beyond his apartment walls. Darren took a deep breath, his thoughts lingering on the offer, on the unspoken promise of connection. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he allowed himself to linger in the ache of what could be, the quiet, unspoken longing for something more.

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That’s says it for me

Your profile GIF kind of sums it all up.

Could not have said it better myself. Having a man fully and deeply reach orgasm inside you is amazing. Know his sperm is swimming inside your body is something to savoy and enjoy.

He’s been fucking men for years so it’s nothing new for him. He just took a bit of persuading to fuck Drew.

Drew and I fucked his Dad for the first time a couple of weeks age. Ever since the first time I watched him fuck Drew I couldn’t keep my eyes off his arse as he was thrusting into Drew’s hole. he’s a bit younger than me with a beefy and very hairy arse. We got him over and relaxed him with a few whiskeys. I put him face down on the bed and opened his legs. I buried my face in his crack. He smelled so fukkin masculine. I mounted him and went balls-deep. I fucked him for only about 5 minutes before I shot my load in him. I pulled out and Drew mounted his Dad. It was so fucking horny watching my boy fuck his Dad. he shot a big load in him which ran out his hole and over his balls. I had to bury my face in his crack again and eat Drew’s sperm from his hole. He’s coming over again tonight. I’ve told them I want them to spit roast me. I don’t care who cums in my hole and my mouth I just want father and son to cum in me at the same time.

That's not happening on Grindr. I know for a fact that if you state a racial or gender preference (in a negative statement e.g. no whites, no blacks, no trans, no women) in your Grindr profile that your account will be reported and banned due to Violation of Community Guidelines as hate speech or bullying. Its also one reason why they removed the race filter. The other is to increase site engagement.

I love working nipples that are wired to a man's cock. Love to work them while he's fucking me. Love to have him cum inside me while I lick, suck, pinch, and twist his buds till he has and explosive orgasm.

Very partial to Jared Golden

America is ready for a black woman president. Two could have easily beaten Trump in 2024. Michelle Obama Oprah Winfrey Georgia and Michigan would have narrowly flipped blue and possibly Pennsylvania for the EC win. The demographics line up.

I remember during the Covid/Monkey Pox outbreak of 2022 many guys would ask "are you healthy?"

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Wondering what everyone’s recommendations are for porn sites that pushed the envelope. Not into slamming or PNP (no judgement) but very into poz/neg poz/poz dynamic, family, etc.

Excellent Part 2 - Great writing 🙂 I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next!

Very nice story, well done!!! How about some contact with his probably pozzed friend at home? (After The Maze ofcourse 😉 )

I feel masculine when bottoming, I really get into it, clinching my ass muscles and milking the tops dick for every drop!

It feel amazing, I like the top to wear my man pussy out for his pleasure...sexual energy of a horny top on a mission to breed!

I use the sock method, so I can take a few double hits .