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1 - I wasn't "using" a right wing trope "against" a gay man. You may have perceived it that way, but that doesn't make it true. I may not be the most knowledgeable person about things gay men endure from others but I'm by no means VERY sheltered. 2 - I wasn't addressing a situation where a man was just receiving anal sex. I was asking about a picture showing a VERY open hole. Like I said in the post, I was sincerely asking the man about the possible consequences of that. 3 - I agree that it should be a safe place to talk about this stuff, which makes me wonder why someone I wasn't even talking to came at me so hard over what I intended as a legitimate question. I wasn't being snide, and only YOU were judgmental. Maybe you should have stayed out of it and let the intended man answer for himself.

Bailey spent quite a bit of time talking to Leroy at various points after that, and he and Sam were taking care of our housemate’s needs by blowing him regularly in a more managed, consensual way. I focused on Tony, who fortunately came out the end of his conversion and started to get back to being himself. When he was fully better, I took him on my own to a clinic, and then we went to a quiet gay bar in town for some drinks and to talk it all out after he got the positive result. He was in his thoughts a lot more than Sam, Bailey or I had been, but he kept confirming that he had no regrets. He was just thinking more about the future, both in the short term with the rest of the housemates, and in the longer term as he also deliberated on his sexuality. As part of working things out, he decided he would join us in delaying any meds for the time being. A couple of days later I came back early from a lecture after the professor had been unwell and eventually thrown in the towel after only 15 minutes, giving me the opportunity to catch up on a paper that I had got behind on during all the goings-on with Tony and Leroy. I must have been abnormally quiet with my entrance to the house, as when I got upstairs I heard Leroy’s voice from inside Hugh’s room, the door to which was slightly ajar. “I’m sure mate” he said. “I want to know what it’s like.” “And you’re sure you want me to be your first?” Hugh asked him. “Yeah” replied Leroy. “You go both ways, so I reckon you know how to make it good, you know?” I quietly lowered myself down so I was sitting on the top step, all thoughts of that paper now gone. Leroy was asking Hugh to fuck him for the first time, and it did not take a rocket scientist to see that this was in some way linked to what he’d found out, his over-the-top horniness of late, and whatever was being said in the conversations with Bailey. My mind starting running at speed as I listened, wondering if Leroy was starting to think about the ‘special bond’ we had talked about and what it could mean for him. He was so cryptic about it when we spoke, but now it felt like I was starting to understand what might be going on his head. I stayed there for quite some time, listening as Hugh got Leroy ready, coaching him through how to enjoy it, and then presumably getting him opened up given the moans and groans. I listened as Leroy’s cherry was popped, as he adjusted to what was inside of him, and as he started to enjoy it. It was only when they started to fuck harder and Leroy was hollering with pleasure that I carefully stood up again, crept down the stairs, and made as quiet an exit out the front door as I could. As much as I wanted to listen to the whole thing, I had realised that things with Leroy were a bit fragile and he might not respond well to finding me in the house once they were done. I thus headed off to the library to work there instead, somehow managing to actually focus so that I had made some real headway by the time I decided to head home again. Things settled in the house for a bit after that. At nights Tony fucked Sam, Bailey and I senseless as he worked through the hyper-horniness that seemed to follow conversion, but we all detected less of an issue with our absence from the wider house sex games. Indeed, it seemed like maybe some of the suspected couplings were starting to get a bit deeper, with Sean and Josh starting to be a bit more outwardly affectionate towards each other, and Marcus and Tom no longer even trying to hide that they slept in the same bed every night. The new element to it all was the Leroy/Hugh dynamic. They were not exactly exhibiting any signs of being together, but were also not succeeding in covering up how much time they spent fucking. No-one said anything to him, but a couple of throwaway comments from others in the house let me know that everyone knew Leroy was now taking it up the arse. —————— I suppose I had been expecting that things would somehow develop with Leroy, and Bailey and I had agreed we would hold off on talking to the rest of the house about what was really going on until we had a better idea of whether Leroy’s recent foray into bottoming might be the start of something else. However, the next twist in the story came rather out of left field, and it could all be traced back to Sam. He had, it turned out, made a semi-anonymous profile on a hook-up site advertising his new status with the offer of sharing with others. He had already bred a couple of older guys elsewhere in the city, but then had received an approach that made him come running to us to both admit to what he had been doing and also seek some guidance. He had been Oinked by a couple looking to take some risks, who wanted to either meet him at his place or in a hotel. He had exchanged messages for a bit, and then some photos were shared, albeit without any face-pics. It was one of these that caused him to come and talk to us, as what was not amazingly clear but still unmistakable on the torso of one of the men was a small tattoo of a winged seahorse. We knew this as the old Air France logo, because that’s what Marcus had told us it was. The guys in the images were Marcus and Tom. With Tony joining us, the four of us reviewed all the messages and images, and then talked about what to do. It was gobsmacking that our housemates apparently had started to get into this fetish entirely independently of us four’s influence, but now that we knew about it, one hell of an opportunity had been created. Bailey, Sam and I all knew straight off the bat that we had to get Marc and T over to Omar’s for a party, not least because Tom would be able to be chained up and fucked senseless for hours in the way that he seemed to occasionally crave when his submissive, bottom side rose to the surface. Marcus, meanwhile, would probably fall into the role of a true cumdump with ease, given how much he had embraced bottoming since his summer in France. We set about making plans, but the key issue we could not decide on was how to approach them. Eventually we agreed to help Sam in talking to them via the site’s message function, asking the right questions without being too pushy to ensure that they did really want what they were asking for from him. This went on for a few days, but it was clear from their responses that they were serious so we felt it was time to take the next step. We pondered having them come to a bar to meet Sam, but eventually decided we would be better off just talking to them. The opportunity for that arose only a day later when everyone else happened to be out, although Tony was also at a lecture. Still, we proceeded without him, with Bailey, Sam and I sitting down at the kitchen table while Marcus and Tom were both making sandwiches for their lunches. “Guys, can we talk to you” I said. “That sounds serious” said Marcus, chuckling. “It is, I guess” I said. They both whipped their heads in my direction at that point, staring at me for a moment before they both put down their knives and came over to the table to sit down with us. “OK” said Tom, “you’ve got our attention.” “I, er” said Sam, before pausing for a moment as he stared at the table. “I am GifterBoy99.” The response from them was not dramatic, but still very noticeable. Marcus went white, and Tom sat up just a little more straight. “What…what do you mean?” Marcus said. “Who is that?” “Marc, mate, it’s OK” said Bailey, reaching over the table to put his hand on our housemate’s. “We understand.” They both looked like rabbits in headlights, so I decided to start talking before they tried to go for any more denial or angry rebuttal. I gave them an abridged version of the story, looking between them as I did so, and did not stop until it was all out there. “So” said Bailey, “that means we understand, Tony does too, and we wanted you to know that.” “Fucking hell” Tom muttered, standing up and going over to stare out of the window at the garden. “It’s OK” Bailey said again, looking at Marcus. “It’s OK to want this.” Marcus looked down at the table, and a long period of silence began. Tom continued to stare out at the garden, his muscled frame looking tense, while Marcus just looked kind of broken. “I don’t know if we do want it” Marcus eventually said, still staring at the table. “I mean, I’m not sure we would have gone through with it.” “That’s understandable” I said, “and I get it. I had my doubts too, and I know Tony did.” “What made you decide?” Marcus asked. “I don’t know” I said, “it just felt more right the longer I thought about it. It was like I realised it was something I was missing.” Marcus nodded, but kept staring at the table as silence descended again. “I want it” Tom suddenly said, still staring outside. “Fuck all this bullshit.” He turned around and walked back over to us, sitting down next to Marcus and placing his hand on his’s boyfriend thigh. “You do?” said Marcus. “Yes” said Tom. “I know it’s fucked-up, but I want it. I’m sorry, I know you’re not sure, but I have to be honest about it. I want to get pozzed.” Bailey and I both sensed that it was time for us to leave them alone, and I motioned for Sam to follow us as we got up and left the room. —————— “We’re in” said Marcus, after coming into my room and closing the door behind him. “Both of us.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “Tom being so sure has made me see that I am too.” It was two days later, and we had been giving them a wide berth since then. The only exception to that was Tony, who had gone to talk to them briefly on his own given he had not been present for the first conversation, but he had reported that they didn’t give much up. “So” I said, “when you say that you are ‘in’, what do you mean?” “I mean” he said, “we’d like to go to one of those parties.” “Well, OK then” I said, smiling at him. “I can sort that out, if you’re sure.” “I am” he said. “So is Tony. He’s been so horned up thinking about it that I’m struggling to sit down comfortably at the moment.” I laughed, and then made my way over to him. I wrapped him in a hug, and then let go and looked him in the eyes. “You’ll have a blast” I said, “but you have to tell me if you start having any doubts.” “Sure” he said, “but that won’t happen.” He winked at me, then pulled away and headed back out of my room. I stood for a moment and took in that this was going to happen, then went back to my desk and grabbed my phone. With nervous excitement, I opened up my WhatsApp and started writing Harry a message that I knew would make his day… To be continued

Although I pride myself in taking any age/looks as a rule, and a no cock refused bottom, I much prefer older guys. My own age upwards ideally. Unless I am super horny, or in a bent-over-taking-what comes mode (and usually then a top is making the arrangements) I find it a bit uncomfortable being hit on by guys half my age. And I find it a bit uncomfortable how many guys my age on the likes of Grindr explicitly target young twinks. If that was men and young girls, it'd be frowned on at the very least. Now having said all of that I don't give two fucks what consenting adults get up and if someone has claimed to be 18, is on a site or app that requires you to be 18 and could pass for 18 or over (and we're clearly not talking about young "kids" here) then surely there should be a case for some kind of entrapment charge on the kid. Honestly - just look at teenage girls. My closest friend has a daughter who has literally just turned 14. Out of her school uniform and with just a little makeup if you didn't know better she looks closer to 20/21. It's terrifying, really. Consent is important but maybe on top of that, guys who have any doubts whatsoever should ask for ID (and perhaps take a photo/copy of it in case it's fake...but then who wants to risk having their ID out there with a stranger? All difficult options/questions/solutions) or maybe just walk away. I've had guys hit me up who didn't look 16, let alone 18. I always block and move on. Not worth it. I was sucking cock in public toilets from just before I was 16. I looked 16. This at a time in the UK when the age of consent for gay sex was, if I recall, 18 (maybe even 21? No one asked, no one cared. Most of them were old enough to be my grandfather. I suspect if we'd been caught they'd have been in a world of legal trouble, but I just needed their spunk and I was grateful to them for their donations and what I learned.

OH yeah! Fucking love this!

visiting DC this weekend

Now that's a good fucking.. and connection too to stick around after cumming and go again and again. Lucky man. 😉

OMG! Love the twist in this chapter! HOT!

Fuck yeah! Love how this is going!

"Dress codes" so to speak have been going on for years. I've been with friends in New York at a leather bar who were asked to leave because they were far too formal. I don't think it's indicative of any particular city, it is up to management as to who they want to let in. In my situation, the guys were in their 20s and 30s, they were in shape, but their attire was not appropriate. I told them so in the ride over to the bar and they laughed and thought because they were attractive they could somehow convince the bouncer they should be allowed inside. Well it didn't work. I do know of certain bars where you can come into the general area, and as long as you are of legal drinking age there are no issues. But if you want to go into the "back room" or "dark room" there was another bouncer, and in this case the rules were different. I usually wear 501 jeans, a tank top, and either boots or sneakers. But that is what I wear in almost any gay establishment I visit. One thing that was not on the door - no cologne! I have seen this in both the US and abroad, so you have to keep that in mind. I've never been told by a bouncer I was too old, or too out of shape, or too ugly. But the cologne rule, that was enforced. I suppose clubs have 'fetish" nights, and like other posters have mentioned, talk to locals and make sure you wearing the appropriate attire. It's a sobering experience to be told NO at the door.

Kind of a shame the story didn't continue. But indeed there was a time I was asking the same question. There is truly only one way to know what it's like to be poz...

that is infact the way I wanna get pozzed-having no chance to regret it & get loaded up continuosly until it takes. I'm scared, worried how ill cope & how it will affect my family life but this is just perfect in the way I want to go that next step. I can't wait to read the next part-will hubby come home & give in & poz the lad up as wejl-will they get friends around & tag team him or will he go thru the club picking up older guys and passing on the bug?

I've heard comments like that for years - and I am not bragging, many of my friends tell me that guys they hook up with make similar comparisons to their girlfriends. Another thing I hear is that straight women seem to be less inclined to suck dick than a gay man would be. Therefore their boyfriends start looking elsewhere to get head. I'm not saying that straight women don't like sucking dick, but I have heard that a lot of guys seems to have to "encourage" their girlfriends to do so.

What strikes me is that both Phil and Angelo are new to you. Getting too far into projecting a future with someone we just met is, just too soon. Enjoy each date as it comes.

I love black cock...always have. Most black guys love and know how to fuck!

You are right - depends on the person of being raised - surrounded and friends he is used too - maybe movies - depends on factors - I am not a expert !

To the part of ourselves that lingers. A day after James and I stopped seeing each other, I went back on the Hinge app and started going through the backlog of guys who had liked me during the three weeks I’d been off the app—because I was dating James. One guy in particular stood out. His name was Phil (short for Phillip with two Ls), and out of everyone I replied to, I secretly hoped he would be the one to text me back. Fortune had it—he was the only one who actually did. We connected deeply, on so many levels. Mutual interests like gaming, movies, writing, and reading. Deep thoughts. Long messages. Quick wit. All of it. We scheduled a date for the upcoming Saturday, and in the days leading up to it, we exchanged texts and even had a phone call that lasted three hours. When the day arrived, we met at a restaurant called Universal on Bygone Street in the city—halfway between us. We live about an hour and twenty minutes apart, seventy-five kilometers to be exact. I felt comfortable within the first five minutes of meeting him. We talked about our lives, our careers, relationships—everything in between. To both of us, the date went extremely well. There was just one problem. Philip had recently come out of a seven-year relationship. It’s been just three months. He told me this upfront, even before the date, and gave me the choice to continue or not. I said yes—I was happy to go along for the ride. But I had my doubts. Can someone truly move on after just three months from something that deep? Is the heart really healed enough to let someone else in? I didn’t have to wonder for long. The next night, he sent me a message saying that while he had a really great time, he needed to be honest with himself. He realized he’s not looking for anything serious right now—he’s still in a healing space. And I understood. He said he’d still like to hang out, if I wanted to. When I asked about boundaries, he said he was happy with hugging, cuddling, and sex—what he confirmed as friends with benefits. I told him I was okay with that. What happened with Paul a few months ago taught me something important: to accept people for the version they are now, not the version I hope they’ll become. That means I’m not holding out hope that Phil will heal and, at the end of that process, suddenly open the door for something more. That’s a nice fantasy, but it’s not healthy. It creates pressure. It sets expectations. And it prevents me from loving or showing up for who someone is, in the present moment. So I told myself: I’ll keep living my life with him in it, as a friend, maybe something physical, but I won’t invest my heart too deeply. I’ll protect that part of myself. I’ll save it for someone special. A few days later, I met someone new on Hinge. His name is Angelo. He’s from the Philippines, eight years younger than me. I’ve dated someone with that age gap before—it was wonderful. Angelo is 27. He’s building his career, his home, his life. We vibed. We had our first date just a few days ago—home-cooked dinner, movies, a lot of cuddling. He’s already excited for our second date, which we’ve planned for next week. But here’s the truth. A part of me is still with Phil. The situation is messy as hell. I still have feelings for him. I’m being honest about that. And because of that, I can’t fully give myself to Angelo—not right now. I can feel the imbalance. The way Angelo likes me, versus how much of myself I can actually give back. It’s uneven. And I find myself caught between two worlds, two men—splitting my heart without fully cutting the tether to Phil. So now I lay here in bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what to do. What would closure look like with Phil? What would surrendering myself fully to Angelo look like—for him, and for me? I take a deep breath. And I trust myself. I have faith in myself. That I’ll walk out of these woods in one piece.

I sorry that it happened to you. I have spent a lot of time in chastity as well. I usually make sure that I empty my bladder prior to getting bred. Not sure if that helps but I do feel better.

Great idea fella!

Tonbridge / paddock wood area here. But regularly travel down to hastings and St Leonards

I typically walk around with my towel slung over my shoulders so my hard cock and my bubble butt are exposed and ready for action. I always get a room and am happy to do 1-1 sex there, but I also like fucking in public sections (in the steamroom). My hometown bathhouse isn't nearly as active as it was pre-Covid, so I haven't been going very much lately.

I'm still in touch with my "daddy", although I feel a bit odd referring to him like that now, and he is up for a bed meet this weekend. It's been a long time since we last me. I will definitely go, but part of me craves something new. Any advice?

dublin / kildare based here, id love to meet like minded guys in ireland, let me know what transpires...

I also check to see who is coming in at the same time. Then it gives you a time line on when they are probably wanting to dump their loads. Most guys hold off until the end to cum. Those are the guys I want to play with.

You question why Dems got so many fewer votes but seem to be completely uncurious about how Biden could get an unprecedented jump in the number of votes in 2020 compared to Obama or Clinton. You then “think” that Musk rigged vote tallies. Any supporting evidence for that “thought”?

I typically get a locker, not a room. Start by making sure I see who's checking in at the same time. Make eye contact with anyone who looks like they could be fun. I start in the sauna and steam room because I like the benefits of both of those rooms, and sometimes you can find some hot fun (pun intended). Then I walk through the areas to see if there's any groups playing or men looking - gloryhole area, sling area, video rooms, or at Flex Cleveland, the asylum. I like playing in the public areas. It's a turn on to suck someone or get fucked with guys watching.