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When i'm bottom, i just want cocks inside my hole and good loads that i will keep inside as long as i can. It doesn’t change my feeling. I'm still a piggy guy.

The top breeder sets the tone. I'm a very submissive and compliant bottom so I'll vibe with where he is. I feel strong when I'm giving it all up to a breeder, even when he's calling me his girl or faggot, talking about impregnating my pussy or cunt, I'm still giving him back the intensity that says he doesn't have to hold back. One Dom black breeder wants me silent no matter what he does to me. His dick gets bigger and harder when he hurts me and he only breeds me when he's holding me down with his hands around my neck calling me his white faggot. I feel strong and masculine in taking everything he needs to dish out and surrendering to him, but there's nothing about that which is performatively masculine as I think you describe.

Great start!!! Can't wait.

If I have a cock in my mouth I love it when he starts calling me names like faggot, cocksucker, queer, etc telling me that is all I am good for, slapping my face with his cock, teasing me with it

I have spent hours at the GH at an ABS near my apt when I was in college. I think 3 or 4 hours is the longest and maybe a dozen cocks

Just about 14 and we were watching porn together and stroking and I just leaned over and started playing wtih his cock and licking and trying to suck it. I could only get part of it in my mouth and I had no idea what I was doing

That was my big thing in college sucking anon cocks at the ABS down the street. this was the late 80s' early 90s so Glory holes were still pretty common. When traveling I would always check the stalls at every bathroom stop for GH's and if there were I would hang out for a while

You are sick. Get treated and then play. Thats like deliberately going to a baseball game with the flu.

OMG that mushroom head! I would love to jump on it

I’ll be there in October. Breed and infect ☣️

I had some fun times at Decadence!

Always bb in Barelin 🙂

If you're regularly tested, and make that known, the expectation is that you are STI free to the best of your knowledge. The risk to a partner is relatively low. Failing to disclose that you have an active STI to a partner puts them at very high risk of exposure. These are two very different levels of exposure risk. Hiding the elevated risk to partners puts you on the wrong side of ethical behavior. Having an active STI and needing to pause in taking men's dicks and seed until it's gone is not easy for those of us built for that purpose. But it is the ethical thing to do.

Bad boys cruise the toilets or woods the other 364 days & nights 😉😎

Great story @flipfucknfunguy!!

Hello beautiful, I’ve been feeling quite restless lately. There’s this quiet sense that I’m losing direction in life. Everything is calm and steady—my job, my gym routine, piano, and singing. It’s all very routine-based, which is good… but also a bit dull. Nothing feels particularly exciting. I’ve noticed the restlessness showing up in strange ways. Like, this weekend I spent most of it just watching porn and jerking off—even though I wasn’t even hard. I also caught myself getting weirdly hyped about the new iPhone release. I don’t need another phone, but it feels like I’m waiting for something to inject excitement back into my life. And that doesn’t feel healthy. I’ve been thinking of taking a break from piano and singing. I know the more I practice, the better I’ll get—but I don’t know. Right now, I’m leaning hard toward dropping both. I’ve still got two weeks to decide, so we’ll see. While I’m on the break, I think I’ll focus more on the fitness course. That project’s been on and off, but I’m feeling the itch to just sit down and grind again, to build something meaningful. I also bought some new bowls this week—to elevate the eating experience. You know how we’re always chasing that soft kind of luxury? I think having really nice bowls and plates is a part of that. It’s made me want to get back into cooking. Maybe I’ll make a high-quality beef stew as part of my meal prep. Something slow, comforting. Also—big shift—I met someone today. A Persian guy named Amin from Hinge. He invited me over for lunch at his Docklands apartment. He cooked for me, and I stayed for a few hours. He’s really affectionate, and I was surprised by how much I wanted to touch him. Like, really couldn’t keep my hands off him. That’s a big thing for me, because the last few guys I dated didn’t evoke that at all—either I didn’t want to touch them, or they weren’t physically affectionate. Amin is 40, slightly insecure, but kind. He’s an electrical engineer at a renewable energy company and moved from Sydney to Melbourne about a year ago. It’s the first time I’ve dated someone Iranian. Usually it’s been Asians, and sometimes Caucasians—but this feels like stepping out of my comfort zone, in a good way. I made a rule for myself a while ago: let love surprise you. And maybe, just maybe, this is one of those surprises. We’ll see. We got a bit intimate—nothing anal—lots of sucking, and we napped together for a bit. I laid my head on his chest, and it felt warm and safe. I liked it. Hope you’re doing okay over there, buddy. Chat soon xx

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I have had three now. My GI Dr isn’t gay but I was very open about my sexuality and that I have only bb anal sex where I receive. He appreciated that. He also said how clean I was. I smiled and said … years of practice. Lol