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lol i know what u mean: i do a lot of blindfolded, masked, face down/door open etc and a big part of the excitement is u really don't know who's fucking you. but u can tell in ways big n small: often these guys send dic pics when trying to hook up. also its seems weird to say in 2025 but white guys and black guys often do talk different, use different words etc. and last but not least, these dark room nsa for anon hook ups tend to attract a lot of black guys on the DL where as all those NPNC guys are almost always white.

I just stood rooted to the ground as he disappeared into the ensuite, followed by the sounds of the shower starting. Holy shit. Why the fuck had I not insisted on a condom? Why the fuck was I no longer on prep? Why the fuck was my dick getting so hard? “Are you poz?” I asked, when he re-emerged, his skin glistening wet. “Yes mate” he said, before vigorously rubbing his short, jet-black hair with the towel. “Riddled with it” he finished, as he lowered the towel leaving his damp hair sexily tousled. “Oh” I said. “You on prep?” he asked. “No” I said. “Probably should be mate” he said, grinning at me. “Yeah” I whispered. “Anyway” he said, rubbing the towel under his groin before chucking it on the floor, “I want to fuck you missionary this time.” I knew that the chances increased with multiple exposures, and yet I still found myself climbing onto the bed, lying down on my back, and then lifting my legs in readiness. He got on the bed too, pushed my legs back over me with one arm, and then used his other to get his cock to my hole so he could start pushing in. The only lube I got was what was left in me from before, plus the remains of his previous load, but I bore down on his dick and soon he was fully in me. He leaned forward as he released my legs from under his arm, and I spread them out around him. He gave me a grin, and then began to thrust in and out. Despite knowing what I was now taking, I was rock hard and totally his to use. Virtually the whole time his eyes were locked on mine, and I somehow held his gaze as he fucked me. His green eyes were hypnotising, so despite the intensity of him staring at me, I did not want to look away. With each thrust in and out of me, waves of both pain and pleasure rippled through my whole body, but unlike our first fuck downstairs I stayed silent. He had not been vocal downstairs and nor was he for this second rutting, the effort of fucking me only evident from his breathing. It was absolutely the most intense sex I had ever experienced. He fucked me for quite a long time, before eventually accelerating towards his final thrust into me, unloading a second poz load deep within my hole. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me - and knowing what it meant - sent me over the edge, and without ever touching my cock I spontaneously blew over my stomach. He broke our uninterrupted eye contact to look down at the cum dripping out of my cock, then looked back up at me and grinned, while still breathing heavily. “You liked that, huh?” he asked. “Yes” I panted. He stayed in position for a couple more minutes, before slowly pulling out of me. He pushed himself over onto his back next to me, and I lowered my legs to the mattress. We lay there for a little while, neither saying anything, before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed with his back to me. “Need a piss and a cigarette” he said, getting up and padding off to the bathroom. As I listened to him peeing, I hauled myself up as well, noticing how wet the duvet was from a combination of sweat and cum. I didn’t care though, and just focused on grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table to wipe up what was dripping out of my arse as well as my own load from my stomach. I then slowly pulled on my shorts, and sat back down on the end of the bed. The stud emerged a moment later, shaking his hands dry before grabbing his own shorts and pulling them on. I got up and headed for the door to go back downstairs with him following me, and we were soon outside smoking a couple of cigarettes. This time we stayed out there in the sun, other than me popping inside to get two bottles of cold beer from the fridge, and we began to quietly chat as we enjoyed the drinks and a couple more cigarettes. I found out he was called Damian, he was 23, and while he was clearly an expert top who liked to take charge, sometimes when drunk or high he liked to bottom out and get loaded up by any man who happened to be around. This was how he had got pozzed, which he didn’t really care about and actually liked how free it helped him feel. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, nor did I have anything I was planning to do, so I just let the afternoon and evening play out on his terms. That involved going upstairs again so I could lie on my front while he fucked a third load into me, ordering in some Deliveroo to eat in the garden with a few more beers, and then moving back to the sofa where I rode him in a couple of positions to get load number four into me. After some quick showers we went out to the supermarket on the main road to get in some more beers and cigarettes, and then load number five was fucked into me as I was bent over the kitchen table. A prolonged break for drinks outside followed, before we moved upstairs, he got me on my side, positioned himself behind me, and then slid into me for a long and gentle sixth breeding. He remained in me as we fell asleep, and I woke at some point in the early hours as he gently began thrusting into me again to deliver a seventh dose of his toxic seed. Somehow he mustered up an eighth load into the morning, with me on all fours on the mattress groaning like a madman. Then, with a quick shower and a cup of coffee, he was gone. I spent part of Sunday researching my options for PEP, resolving to go to a clinic first thing on Monday to sort myself out. Yet, when it came to it, I faltered and allowed myself to get distracted with some client emails. The time ticked on, and at around 10.30am I could not help but give myself a clean out and then stick in a buttplug, unsure if he would be at my door later that morning. Of course, shortly after the bin lorry pulled up, my doorbell rang and there he was, grinning as always. I was soon bent over the stairs with him ramming into me, before getting down on my knees to clean up his cock once he had unloaded in me. That visit to the clinic never happened, but the bin crew breaktime routine was repeated throughout that working week. “You got plans tonight?” Damian asked me, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday. “No” I said. “Cool” he replied. “OK if I come round later then?” “Sure” I said, smiling at him. This time my fridge was fully loaded with beers and ready-to-eat food, and I picked up a few packets of cigarettes as well. I left piles of tissues and packets of lube all round the house, and put a pile of clean towels out on the bed for him to use if he wanted to shower. When he turned up again around 4pm, grizzling slightly about having been sent off to finish another crew’s round, his grin returned as he saw how well prepared I was for his visit. He rewarded me for my efforts with a really great fuck on the sofa, and then we settled down outside for a couple of beers. He was relaxed and chatty, and I started to realise that he actually kind of liked me, being genuinely interested when I talked about my life or work. He never pushed the poz conversation, though was happy to answer questions about what it was like converting or whatever. He told me he was closeted at work on all fronts, but outside of that he was open about it all, including with his mum and brothers. He lived alone in a bedsit near the waste depot, being a bit vague about why he wasn’t still living with his mum, particularly as his hookups were always at the other guy’s house, in a club, or out in some woods or equivalent. I was a little taken aback when he said I was the only guy he was hooking up with at the moment, having assumed he must be finding fun elsewhere after his shift, but it turned out he was doing some extra work with a mate on some landscaping most afternoons to earn a bit more money that left him knackered by the evenings, so his late morning visits to me were currently his whole sex life. We went upstairs after that, so he could shower and then take me doggy style on the bed. When he blew inside me he collapsed forward, and I splayed down to be lying flat on my front with him on my back. He didn’t pull out, instead just lying there getting his breath back. Even when he had calmed down he stayed there, and then I felt him start to nuzzle me a bit. I moved my head to give him better access to the side of my neck, and he started kissing and licking my skin more deeply. After a few moments of this he gave a tentative push forward with his body, and in no time he was thrusting into my cum-filled hole again while he continued kissing my neck. With his weight on me, my hole sending out waves of pleasure, the soft tickling and kissing on my skin, and his heavy breathing close to my ear, I closed my eyes and began to feel like all there was in the universe was him and me, something I had never experienced even in the two significant relationships I’d had in my twenties. This continued even as he blew in me, and only ended when he started to lift himself up and pull out. I just laid on my front as he went to take a piss, basking in the afterglow of an incredible fuck. “You get me so fucking hot” he said, as he came back out of the bathroom and stopped to look at me. “Likewise” I replied, turning my head to face him. He gave me a big grin, before indicating it was time for a cigarette. I wearily hauled myself up and threw on some shorts, and then we went downstairs and out to the garden, stopping briefly to open some beers. This time we just sat in silence in the garden, sharing glances and smiling at each other occasionally, with him reaching over with his foot to gently rub mine at one point. Then we were back inside, and I bent over the kitchen table and wiggled my arse at him as seductively as I could manage. He came up behind me and pulled down my shorts, and then surprised me by squatting down and planting his face between my cheeks. He gave me an expert rim job that had me holding a hand over my mouth to stifle the moans, and then he was standing back up and pushing into me. As he gently fucked me he rubbed my back, and I arched it while often looking back at him as he thrust in and out. Feeling so ludicrously turned on, I then reached for the cigarettes on the table, popped two in my mouth and lit them, before passing one back to him. This was my house, and I wanted to smoke with this sexy fucker while he gave me what I needed. He looked so hot with the cigarette perched between his lips, his facial expression reflecting the focus and effort he was putting into reaming me out, and I also seriously got off on the nicotine high I was experiencing while I was fucked. I think he sensed I was about as turned on as I ever had been, as he paused quite a few times to prevent his orgasm so he could make it all last longer. Once he finally lost control and his load was deposited, he went over to the sofa to collapse rather than back out into the garden. I got us both some beers as well as a saucer for an ashtray, and sat down beside him. It was only when he spoke that I realised he had deliberately remained indoors so we could talk about something he maybe sensed I might be reluctant to address in potential earshot of the neighbours. “You didn’t go on prep, did you?” he asked. “No” I said. “I meant to get some PEP on Monday and then see about the other stuff, but ended up douching and plugging myself so I’d be ready for you again.” “It’s probably too late now” he said. “I know” I replied. “So you OK with me pozzing you then?” he asked. “More than OK with it” I said, realising the truth for the first time as I spoke it out loud. “I want you to convert me.” “You sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I guess I’ve only just realised it, but I like that you’re not just breeding me but also giving me something extra.” He reached over and gently laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it a little bit. “Good” he said. “‘Cos I want to keep fucking you.” “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. He sat still for a moment, before leaning forward and putting his beer on the narrow coffee table. He reached over and took my beer from me to do the same with it, and then he swivelled his body up and over mine so he was straddling my lap facing me. He looked down into my eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning in. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine, and allowed him to lead as he began to kiss me deeper. I put my arms behind him and rubbed his back, and then ran one up to behind his head so I could pull him in tighter. Our dicks were hardening as we kissed, but we just kept at it for quite a long time rather than giving into the need to fuck again. Eventually he pulled back, and just stared down at me again. “Fuck” he said. “What?” I asked. “You” he said. “You was supposed to just be some lunchtime head.” “I was?” I asked, smiling at him. “Yeah” he said, “but now I just want to take you upstairs and fuck you all night.” “Then get to it stud” I said, winking at him and eliciting another of his intoxicating grins. Aside from some breaks for food, drink and cigarettes, that’s what he did. In every position imaginable, he impaled and fucked me, adding load after load of poz seed to my welcoming hole. Our mouths were often locked together as he railed me, and I came hands-free several times from the thrill of it all. Throughout Saturday he stuck around, with sex, naps, and even some cuddling on the sofa in front of Netflix filling the time. I got to enjoy watching him do press-ups, crunches and other exercises on the kitchen floor a couple of times, and also found out how much he enjoyed being rimmed. Late on the Saturday as we prepared for a pre-sleep fuck, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it, starting to show me that he was willing to take as well as give. He didn’t leave until late on Sunday morning, and I took to my bed to catch up on some sleep once he was gone. When I woke up, however, I was sweating and a bit unstable, and immediately knew what was probably happening. We had exchanged mobile numbers before he’d left, so I just sent him a text message with the emojis for sick and biohazard, before collapsing back into bed. I was woken early evening by my doorbell, and after a lot of effort I made it downstairs and cracked open the door to see Damian standing there with a big rucksack in one hand and a Tesco carrier bag in the other. I opened it wider to let him in, before I slid down onto the stairs. He dumped his things in the hallway before helping me get back upstairs, and once I lay down on the bed I passed out.

I'm in the UK, VPN and dedicated IP address set for Frankfurt, it works well and here I am

Sniffies is always successful for me, Doublelist can be hit or miss (allot of of straight/married guys looking for a quick. dl hookup) as well as KIK groups. Grindr, Adam4Adam and Squirt have slowed down allot and lost some appeal.

I love getting seeded deep, milk every drop out of n him. If I am lucky the top wi.l hold me down and fuck the helll out of me

Estonia , Latvia and Lithuania are still mostly gay shy, so many heterosexual message me on grindr but I don't deal with them, they are so obnoxius , they better do some soul searching cause I am not going to babysit a red flag, better use Grindr or planetromeo in there, mostly the same userbase with duplicate accounts, can be very empty at times and packed with tourists looking for horny fucking. I met a black guy in Estonia and he fucked my ass deep in the U11 Hotel , it has no staff, just cameras and some cleaning crew sometimes coming up.

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Decided to visit the local bar with a darkroom with the husband since we have family visiting and had had an enforce dry spell. We relaxed in the bar for a bit while watching the eye candy before heading into the darkroom. We started out on one of the bed areas with me sucking him off while we watched another bear/cub couple fucking in the sling by us. Once I got him nice and hard I hopped up in the sling next to the other bears where he slowly opened me up with a slow fuck. Was so hot being slow fucked while seeing a cub getting railed and heading the bears balls clap against his ass. Since it had been so long of a dry spell the husband and I moved back to the bed where we could watch the show while we made out and sucked each other. We also took another turn at fucking as my husband started to give me a nice pounding. While he was abusing my prostate he started to pinch and pull on my nipples and I knew my moans and whimpers were being heard throughout the darkroom. When we were close to cumming we decided on another make out break cool down and edge a little. After we had been edging for a while we had a sexy short muscled otter/cub around 160cm come ask to join us. This guy was hairy all over, had a nice average but very thick dick, and a tight muscled ass you could bounce a coin off of. My husband told me to get on my knees and suck him so that's just what I did. While they started rubbing each other all over and the otter started jacking off my husband I took him into my mouth in one go. It was hot hearing his moans as throated his fat head and the moans of my husband as the otter played with his foreskin. After a while of this my husband took his turn servicing this guy's cock while I stood behind him rubbing my cock between his tight checks and playing with his nipples. I then shifted to get between my husband's legs and took his cock into my mouth, and he started to throat fuck me as he sucked the otter. I had to pull off my husband after a bit as he was getting close, but as I did the otter gestured for me to join my man on his dick. This was the first time we had sucked the same guy's dick at the same time and it was amazing. We were all over it and his balls, even kissing around it as he thrusted. As we were all getting close we took a quick breather to shift around, and my husband and the otter placed me on my back with my ass on the edge of the bed. Almost in sync my man slammed himself into my hole while the otter started to throat fuck me while leaning forward to play with my dick. I'm honestly not very sure how long they were using me cause I was lost in a haze of pleasure. I know it was long enough that another group of three had come into the darkroom and started playing on a fuck bench near us, and another couple on one of the other beds. I finally started paying attention when the otter pulled out to keep from blowing, but he got behind my man to rest his cock between his cheeks and play with his nipples while my husband kept fucking me. That must have pushed my man over the edge as he filled my hole with his load. We took this as a chance to make another shift, and my husband order the otter on to his back on the bed, told me to lube up and fuck him while he sucked the otter. We kept going like this for a while, and had even drawn a crowd of three people that were just jacking off while they watched us, but after about 10 minutes my husband was hard again and the otter and I was so close to cumming. He pulled off mine and the otter's cocks and pushed me towards the bed and my head onto the otter's dick as he slid back into my wet and loaded hole. He started pounding me harder than he had all night, and the next thing I know I'm blowing my load in my jock, hearing the otter moan the loudest he had all night and fill my mouth with his load. Within seconds of this happening my husband grunts and tells me I'm about to get another load as he cums again. At this point we kind of move apart with the otter thanking us and pulling his pants back on. The husband and I stayed there and took a quick breather before he pushed my back and went almost feral swallowing my cock. He manages to suck another load out of me before we decide it is a good point to head back to the bar area and put on more clothes than just our jocks. We ended up playing for around 3 of the four hours we were in the bar.

Damn that is a good porn site, a lot of good cumshotters.

I’ve been a fisting top since I discovered the baths at age 18. I love to fist and got better as people showed me different techniques. One guy showed me a specific, amazing technique that has served me well, with so many fisting bottoms, since, telling me how toe curling the feeling is. That said, after discovering chems, I decided I needed to try fist bottoming. I did twice. While the experience was interesting, I think I’ll stick to topping. I do however LOVE getting my ass fingered and stretched on chems—and there (sadly) aren’t too many guys who seem interested in doing that or are good at it. It’s always a thrill to find someone who enjoys mutual chem assplay. A great session can be mindblowing!

I've been going to Palm springs arenas for a bit now, and was curious to which bar is the best for finding group pay. I've been to tool shed, dicks arenas, quadz, and street bar. Still having no luck finding people who are open for fun. Any recommendations?

I prefer to keep it in me long as possible, I always stay hard while it's in me and I love that. Really gets me going again.

I tend to drive in deeper, holding the bottoms side. I then pause to ensure all my cum is delivered deep. I then demand that the bottom Milks my cock with his arse so squeezing every last drop out. I pull out slowly and watch my cum dribble out. Then it’s time to ram my cock into the now warm, lubed hole for round 2.

I fucking love stripping off my clothes until I am only wearing my athletic socks and sneakers in a booth. I am fully exposed, spreading my cheeks with my hands, and then backing myself up to the glory hole. I love keeping my hands in place, with my fingers between my ass cheeks and the wall, emphasizing the need to spread my cheeks as wide as possible to give any cock coming through the glory hole full and easy access to my fucking cunt. One regular spot is hot because if guys glance down under the short door to my booth, they will easily see my ass against the wall just waiting for an anonymous cock to enter the booth next to mine and dive in. In contrast, the other place has booths with doorways off to the side of the main hallway for some discretion, but there are no doors on the booths. It is fucking hot to have my ass against the glory hole when I guy walks up to my open doorway to my booth. He knows someone is in my booth because the round red light is lit above the doorway, confirming someone has paid money to watch videos. That does not stop the guy from curiously looking in the booth, however. It is a fucking rush to have a guy stand in the doorway to my booth, making direct eye contact with me and staring, while my ass is against the open hole, either waiting for cock to enter me or while a cock is fucking me as he watches. I stare at him, sending the unspoken message that I am a fucking slut, readily willing to take a fucking stranger's cock up my ass through a hole in the fucking wall. I don't give a shit who that cock belongs to because the most important thing is for me to have cock and its cum up my hole. I don't care that this fucking stranger is watching me in the moment because a cock and cum up my hole is my only priority. The look in the strangers's eyes staring back at me while I am in full-on slut mode, with my fuck hole against the glory hole, can vary. Sometimes it's a look of lust that says "I need me some of that" as he steps away from the doorway and I am left wondering if the cock that pushes inside my hole a moment later is the guy from the doorway or another cock that coincidentally makes contact with my hole. Then there are the looks of distain or judgement, where the guy sees me for the true slut that I am with no pretense, and has no interest in using my community hole because he is horny but not willing to stoop to my level of depravity because he has standards. He's going to leave my hole for the cocks that randomly push into an anonymous fuck hole pressed against a glory hole wall, willing to use any fucking hole to dump their loads inside.

Love to of had that cock dumping loads in my hole

I chose my current one (two years) because I'm mainly a top, I like my foreskin, so I have it at halfmast. I'm into cock rings and jock straps, plus pigs like my hairy belly - so there a glimpse of my belly and crab ladder. I also like to walk around sex clubs like this - before the real activity starts.

Why have you chosen the one you have? Do you change it often?