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Brazilians are such hot fuckers 😛

Gotta love pride!

Just be his fuck buddy slut, no need to date if it can't be worked out.

My favorite vid, I came jerking to this hundreds of times [think before following links] https://it.xvideos.com/video.kufopfmcddd/cazzo_erorme_italiano_sborra FLOOD ME WITH YOUR SEED

I LOVE drinking piss! I find it difficult to hookup with a guy who isn't into pissing down my throat... I drink my own pretty regularly and get pretty kinky with it but definitely prefer another guy's

We would love to hear about the rest of the night. How many breedings did your ass host?

Ramrod in late 80s great place for sex. After closing, going over to the Fens and the weeds.

Maybe I could see if I'm free next Saturday

If in Cologne, go to Pullermans. Its a fun, friendly place with a play area

understand the motives behind this but its not for me,will be honest about my status.not judging you tho.:)

Small disclaimer: It gets a little cheesy in the middle, but then the fucking continues. Part 4 I come back to the store after I walked around in leather gear for almost an hour. ‘There you are’ Mark greets me, again with a passionate kiss ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I just walked around, the looks I got were all full of intrigue and awe, I love how this leather outfit makes me feel, but…’ ‘But you forgot it is summer and fucking hot outside?’ ‘Yes, exactly, you just know me to well’ Mark knows me in and out, it is an indescribable feeling to be this open with someone. I don’t think my wife ever knew me that deeply, even though she remains one of my best friends in the world. Mark starts to take my leather jacket off, as I loosen the tie and open the top buttons of the shirt, my chest hair visible. As I look around, I see that there are a few people in the store browsing and trying on different clothes. ‘You have customers, I don’t want to keep you from your work’ I say apologetically. ‘Don’t be daft, you don’t keep me from work, well maybe a little, but Daniel, my colleague will be here shortly, he takes over in an hour. You could go to the staff room and wait there for me.’ I give him another kiss and then make my way to the staff room. I get out of my gear but realise that I put my underwear with all my other clothes in my car, when I went outside. But I don’t think Mark would mind. So, I decide to take a nap on the leather couch in the nude. After what feels like five seconds, but must have been almost an hour, I am awaken by a loud cough. I open my eyes looking in the face of Mark and an unknown man. ‘Well, Daniel I wanted to introduce you to the famous Thomas of my past more properly, but I guess this will be it now. This naked man here is Thomas Gray, my former roommate and now…’ ‘Boyfriend’ I interrupt, trying to ease the situation. ‘My boyfriend… in the nude for you Daniel’ Mark teases me with his smile. ‘Nice to meet you’ says Daniel ‘and now I know why Mark never got over you, you’re beautiful, but maybe you could put some clothes on.’ Mark as always reads my mind; he notices my bag from before gone. He walks to a closet, takes out a pair of boxers and throws them to me. ‘Here that should be enough for now’ he says with an evil grin. I put them on and realise why he is grinning, yes, my cock is now securely stored away, but my ass is bare. The fucking bastard gave me an assless pair of boxers. Daniel laughs heartily. ‘You guys are crazy, but it seems you two click. Thomas it was nice meeting you, but I have to get back to the store. But one thing, I heard so much about you over the years and this guy here is the loveliest person I know in the world, so if you hurt him, I will end you, understood.’ ‘Understood’ I say tensely. ‘Great’ Daniel claps his hands and turns to go ‘then have fun you two, see you tonight.’ Mark smiles at me, but I feel like shit. Even though Daniel didn’t say it, but I must have hurt Mark deeply, if he carried me around all those years. Of course, Mark understands what is bothering me instinctively. He comes to me, pulls me in an open hug, only our crotches touching and his hands on my bare ass. ‘Thomas, we talked for hours in the club about our past. I have forgiven you a long time ago, and I don’t want you to carry this with you now. We both have a chance of building a future together, don’t let it be ruined by the past.’ We kiss and I envelope him in a tight hug. ‘But we might need to discuss our relationship status. When did I become your official boyfriend?’ he asks me in mock shock. ‘The moment you put your poz cock in my ass’ ‘Oh, is that right, well if I had known it was that easy, I might have topped you all those years ago.’ I laugh and relax, Mark signals to me to get proper dressed, which is difficult with my clothes outside. So, he says this will be the punishment for my past mistakes, I have to walk to the car with just the assless boxer on. We pack the leather clothes together for tonight, Mark takes his belongings, and we head to my car. I get a few puzzled looks, but as it is hot outside not that many people are bothered. At the car, I put my shorts and shirt back on as Mark takes place in the passenger seat. I start the car and ask him where were going, the answer shocks me. Mark is still living in our old apartment, but he owns it now and it got completely renovated. As I enter the familiar space my heart is aching. All the memories, the good and the bad are coming back in floods. As I let my eyes wander over the space, I notice a framed picture on the wall. I recognise it immediately and turn to Mark for confirmation. He just nods, his eyes watery. I storm to him, enveloping him in a loving, deep kiss, so different to the others we have shared so far. ‘I love you Mark, I always have and I just cannot pretend otherwise. Please, forgive me. I love you so much’ Mark kisses me back, our cheeks wet from the tears of us. Behind us our younger teenage selves looking happily out of a frame, as they are holding the key to their first own apartment. After we spend the afternoon between bed, shower, bed and shower Mark finally tells me where we are going. ‘After I got poz, and met a lot of men like you, who wanted to be pozzed I decided to bring those two communities closer together. As a leather store owner, I of course, was already well connected within the gay community. So, we started to organise poz-friendly bareback parties, that were open for every man, who was poz, wanted to become poz or just didn’t care about it at all. Only rule, no condoms allowed and every four weeks the dress code is leather.’ ‘And I guess tonight is leather night’ ‘Correct’ We got ready, putting our gear on. It was hard not to start fucking again, but in the end we did manage. As I look at Mark in his full leather outfit, I’m breathless, he is looking strong, masculine and contend, like a come to life dream. I am surprised as he navigates me back to his store. The window fronts have now been closed, and the shop seems dark, but we can hear music inside. Mark knocks and a bouncer opens the door for us. With a quick look around I realise, that the shop has become more like a reception place now. Where people arrive, hand in their bags and so on. Mark introduces me to some of the fellow organisers, then he says that tonight he is of duty and ready to party. He guides me to the backroom, and I enter a completely new world. More than a hundred men in full leather gear are talking, drinking and laughing together. ‘This is the social room, here you can come back to talk, eat, drink or just relax, but no fucking in this room. That happens over there’ Mark points to another door at the end of this room. We go to the bar, both getting a beer and Mark introduces me to more of his people. He teasingly emphasises, that I am his new boyfriend. For every introduction that way he gets a slap on the ass from me. After almost an hour and some wonderful conversations, Mark signals to me that it is time to enter the sex room. We take one of the bags in front of the door to put our gear in. I realise that the harnesses are in my car, but Mark just shrugs, so we enter the room completely naked just with our boots on. I need a moment to realise what I am seeing, opposite to my night in the biohazard room at the gay club, this time I have my lust somewhat under control, and that allows me to take this magnificent sight in. Around a hundred naked men are fucking out in the open, the room smells of sweat, sex and testosterone. I look at Mark and myself; both our cocks are rock hard. We kiss each other and then separate, understanding instinctively that this is an experience for everyone himself. Mark has already gone away, as a man almost runs me over, when he enters the room. I turn around, seeing familiar eyes on me. Daniel is smiling at me; without a word he pushes me towards a couch on the wall and buries me under his weight. I didn’t realise, but Daniel is a heavy man. He isn’t as muscular as Mark, but he is beefier. He kisses me, while on top of me. My hands find his ass and pull his body between my legs. I feel his hardened cock at my hole and as I am already proper open because of the many fucks with Mark today, he slides in easily with no spit or lube, just sweat. As he enters me, he moans into my mouth, before pushing his tongue deep into me again. He breaks the kiss, to look into my eyes and then he puts his mouth to my ear. ‘I will poz you like I pozzed your boyfriend ten years ago. You two belong to my strain, I’ll make sure of it.’ My mind starts to race as I let the words sink in, as he pushes harder inside me, I try to comprehend that he was the one making Mark poz, he was the one giving him that life. I look him in the eyes, my hands still pulling his body towards me, with a small nod I say. ‘Fuck me, Daniel. Give me your toxic load, poz me like you pozzed the love of my life. Poz me, now!’ I raise my head to kiss him, and he responds in kind. My hands now on his back, holding him tight. I feel his cock inside me twitching and with a loud final thrust he shoots his toxic load inside me. He keeps on thrusting for another minute or so, before he lets his cock slip out of my hole. Without a word he stands up and leaves the room, apparently he got for for what he came. I on the other hand are not even close to finish. Despite cum being all over my chest and stomach, a sign I had come during our fuck too. I walk around, passing a guy, probably in his early 50s, with a biohazard tattoo on his chest. I turn around, slapping him on the ass. He stops and turns around slowly, his pierced big dick, hairy chest and bush on full display. It only takes a second to realise I made the right decision as he takes me by the neck to push me on a mattress. I try to get on all fours, but he just pins me down with all his weight. ‘You will be punished for what you did, you little slut. I will give you a strain your body will not be able to handle. You think you’re poz, wait until you have my strain.’ I don’t correct him, as it turns me on to be thought of as a poz bottom slut. Still pinned underneath him, he takes a finger to enter my hole. ‘Ah, you already open, you little slut, well then open wide for daddy’ He pushes his cock inside me, while still pinning me to the mattress. With an arm wrapped around my throat he raises my head closer to his and gives me a longing kiss. His fuck is rough, almost violent, but I still feel save and right where I am meant to be. He never takes his body weight of me and finishes inside me with a loud moan into my ear. As he stands up, he slaps my ass as a kind of payback. ‘Hope you happy you little slut, my toxic cum will destroy your little weak strain, you little poz pig.’ He walks away, leaving me on the mattress in a state of full ecstasy and exhaustion. I turn myself on the back, and notice that the mattress is wet, evidently, I have pissed myself during this fuck. The smell becomes stronger, raising the interest of two twinks, who come to me and start to lick the mattress I am currently lying on clean. I guess everyone has his kink, but that’s not mine, so I get up and decide to head out for a moment. I look around, trying to see if Mark is somewhere, but I cannot find him. As I step outside, I see him immediately as he is talking to the guy who just fucked the piss out of me. I walk towards them, and Mark introduced me to Graham, a law professor and supposedly very sweet guy. Graham winks at me with an evil grin and walk to the bar. We decide it has been a long emotional day, full of fucking and love, so we call It a night. Both of us only back in our leather pants, walking with wrapped arms around each other out of the store. In the car we look at each other, because we don’t know where this evening ends. But then I make the decision for us. ‘Let’s go home.’

I thought this was an interesting article which challenges -- not necessarily replaces -- notions about how to view the country today as well as the topic at hand. [think before following links] https://www.politico.com/news/magazine/2025/11/23/kyrsten-sinema-maha-psychedelic-ibogaine-interview-00664454

Precisely, though there are some unintended consequences. I like to exercise nude at home, and I've become so conditioned to equating nudity to sex I'm always working out in a horny frenzy. And I'm guessing proper nude beaches are out of the question, unless walking around with a hard-on is acceptable.

Have set-up a private glory hole around 20 times over the past 2 years and have gotten quite a group of regular feeders that respond as soon as I post that I am open for business. I love the unvoiced silent bond between a regular feeder and me sitting on the other side of the hole…a warm mouth and silky throat that asks nothing and promises only to relieve him of the heavy burden in his nuts. I love a hosting feeders one after the other…a successive line of horny men needing head…patiently working my way through the line as I sit by the hole in anticipation of the next eager cock to slide through. My record is 18 loads in one 10 hour sitting…I blew clouds and drank only water to stay hydrated but had no food over that period other than the 18 creamy loads of anonymous sperm. My belly was distended and so full and…I was a content cocksucker!

Definitely find that there's a lot less cat and mouse and more of a guaranteed load at the GH. The guys are there to do one thing, and I'm happy to help them out.

Great story…. Looking forward to the next chapters as Thomas continues his voyage of self discovery and acceptance…. And, will Luke find a better boyfriend… maybe one with a tattoo????

And, if I may quadruple-down on my point. Take your comment here. Why should you feel the need to rationalize what you want to talk about? For those that don't want to see it, they can say "no mas." They can choose to view other things. They can choose to post things they want to discuss. They can ignore what they don't want to see. It's too easy to just complain without action. That complacency is another issue in a free society. I think, in a round-about way, I'm here getting back to your comment about participation in that other referenced thread.

Different feelings ! Mother divorced from my Dad - my Uncle and his wood craft business a few doors down from us ! He was very kind and a teacher of Life ! I was very young 5 or 6 - his House / Business did not have Bathroom Doors - just Curtains ! ( Soon seeing his Friend - Strangers - Dicks pissing the same time with me ! Teacher of Life - soon sipping Beers - Smoking Weed - and introduction to poppers ! Saturday night was Special - movie night - Sexual of Men to Men - Men to Women - learning young of jacking off - with my Uncle - then his Male Friend - to Groups ! I was taught it was normal women sucking dicks - also normal guys sucking Dicks ! I learned a lot from my Uncle - having FUN and Respected to others !