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Love ambient and smell of public urinals. Also love watching on right and left to discover the equipments of guys around. Also like urinals in sexshop wich are rare clean and leave a good smell in the room. Love also stoppered urinalswich are so attractive.

Flaccid ones don’t do anything for me…got to be big and hard to get inside my fuckhole.

Neg did some substances in the 90’s never ever had a problem putting them down. I don’t drink and am on prep no load refused yet. I think had I not gotten dm1 ( genetic) I might be a chaser. Thc is the only thing I do now only to combat the insomnia and hyper somnia I get.

Even if you were bi or straight, would you prefer seeing fucking done by hard cocks or flaccid ones? 🤣🤣

I was 13, summertime at home with my dad. Sister and Mom where out shopping and he put on one his straight porn videos and we both watched. I was uncomfortable, getting a hardon in front of my dad…I was so hot and horny watching this big cocks breeding those pussies and cum squirting everywhere. I don’t know why my dad had me watch, I guess he was just a horny dude and maybe trying to see if I was turned on by straight sex. Honestly, I was totally turned on by the big cocks and wished I was getting fuckedby those hot men. It cemented my desire for gay sex. Later on, when everyone was gone, I’d sneak into my parent’s room and find the videotape and watch it while masterbating. I’d have to be careful to rewind it back to the same spot as it started so that there wouldn’t be any suspicion of what I was doing.

I always wearing a jock full with seed-piss & beer. feels great wearing it and the smell is even better

Late 90s, first year at Uni when I was 18. We had a computer lab which was 24hr access, and unfiltered. I used to go on IRC chat rooms. Being 18 used to get a few videos sent to me by tops, demonstrating what they'd do to me, and that was my first porn!

Probably around 18 once I was away at school. It was the early 80's ('83) and I took the subway ride up to 42nd & 8th at night. As a suburban kid, this was about as scary as I dared. Went into a video booth with a roll of quarters and began pushing the buttons to see what was on the various selections. The booth I was in brought up some man-to-man porn. Despite having had early experiences, I found it at the time a bit off-putting. It was one of these things where it included 70's porn groove as the soundtrack, but otherwise not memorable.

Oh yes, not the end.....

I'm back from a no loads refused weekend in the woods with the Bears. Inspiration cums in spurts. Enjoy! Rushing out into the Ruckus... I rushed through the exit door to find two of Burt’s guys holding Ralph mostly upside down, spread like a wishbone in the moment before someone makes a wish. Burt had followed close behind but I blurted, I think there might be a misunderstanding? Burt followed up with a question aimed at Ralph: Were we not clear in the instructions to steer clear of Richard after your homophobic flame posts? Ralph was clearly afraid and just shy of a panic attack but some anger and umbrage drove a series of quick responses. No I did not follow him! On the Posts - Yes, I was angry, Yes, I was jealous, Yes I was envious! Gays have it too easy! As soon as those words registered there was a chorus of laughter from the crowd. If anything, Ralph got angrier. You disagree? You can have a relationship, you can have a fling, you can have an anonymous hookup and not even know the other guy’s name! I was told to stay away from you, even when I was reaching out sincerely! Since you are such as Star, I cast about and eventually got what I needed from Artie…. Ralph was starting to continue but I interrupted by asking confusedly Artie? ‘My’ Troll answered from the oddball gathering “that’s me Hollywood”! You are on a first name basis with the Troll? Ralph’s fear had dissipated, but his umbrage had remained. “Don’t you think that sounds a little prejudiced even for you?” As I realized just how bad that sounded the reverberations of this situation became clear(er). You and your ‘movers’ had made it clear I was not going to get any help from you. These toilets were online as cruise areas, am I barred from here as well? No, I blurted, but then added, wait – how long have you been at this? Ralph replied “ever since I was turned down by my roommate after begged for an understanding shoulder to cry on and a helping hand in getting off. I shouted a retort - I may have just pozzed you! I was counting back and said out loud, 'not knowing the status of who you have played with, it still might work out if you get on a Post Exposure Prophylaxis regimen within the next couple of days'. I was interrupted by Ralph – You are not getting it! You/We 'gays' all have it too easy, I was thinking I could go for some easy as well! The words I had been going to say vanished like smoke. I plinked and turned to Burt, this is really weird but look, he drove here and I did not even necessarily plan to come here on the running trail. Voicing my concerns to Adam were spot on, there (was) something odd, or off, but it was just an uncomfortable topic that blew up due to my not understanding. I turned to Ralph and said I was sorry, really sorry, what can I do to make it up to you? I continued – If you were not Pozzed before, you very well could have been Pozzed today. I am still pretty toxic on multiple fronts it appears. Do you want to go to the clinic? Ralph responded “Fuck No! Loose everything I have gained? Everything I have honestly EARNED? I leaned in and kissed him while forgetting very recent events. Whew, we need to get rid of that brown lipstick. If you come with us, we can show you the ropes so to speak. After a quick consult with Burt, I was driving Ralph to the basement where Burt had so recently sent me through a crash course in Fuck U Studies. Ralph was still experiencing an occasional shake or shudder as he came off of his adrenaline rush. It was still late afternoon when we arrived at Burts and we led Ralph downstairs and told him to strip. Ralph was plain and ordinary in the face; he was not ripped but thin enough so that his ab muscles would peep out defined when he was at certain angles or when bending over. His ass – seen now in a new light despite the darkness of the dungeon looked fuckable enough. We lifted him into the sling and strapped him in which had him looking worried again. You’ll not find any squeaky clean flower arranging gay guys here, but some things are set into stone. If you put a skidmark on a gay man’s white sofa, he will quite probably hurt you. He stuck his pierced semi-hard dick in head deep and pushed a little farther. Ralphs eyes got wider as his raw hole felt Burt's PA worming through, then felt the crystal burn of Burts Chem Piss reacting with Ralph’s dirty end. Burt continued - funny thing about the early days of AIDS, a lot of researchers initially jumped to absurd conclusions but sometimes got the answer right. Your little pucker looked pretty raw, but solid waste can trap precious DNA from making its way towards impregnation. Our little group was growing by the sounds of boots on the stairs comments of encouragement from the gathering crowd, the froth spurt sounds from the beer tap at each pull of a pint. I downed an Electrolyte/G Mix and climbed into the neighboring sling. While my ass knew everyone’s cock intimately, one of Burt’s crew whose name I could not remember put on a strap and prepped me for a single point Slam. Burt was finished with Ralph’s internal golden douching instructing him to keep his hole clamped shut and slowly pulled out. I was coughing as my slam was completed and when that fit stopped I was handed a regular unmarked water bottle. Which I downed with a guzzle. Another of Burt’s crew stepped up to continue the piss enema in Ralph as I was starting my flight. I felt a fondling and my dick which had started to get hard before the slam had been in that semi-hard state as if it could not make up its mind. A catheter was inserted down my piss tube and attached to an infusion pump rig with an empty IV Bag. An IV needle was inserted and taped into a vein and a saline drip started. I must have been dehydrated by the Athletic Department shift, my run, the toilet dramas and the heat stress because I immediately felt better but was also pretty high realizing my relative inexperience and my short history with Crystal. I was eventually aware of Ralph being told to push out the contents of his guts which he complied with. Another cycle was performed with a water doucher spraying his insides for another cycle of cleanout which was also expelled into the tub. Burt told Ralph normally we would brush you up with a toothbrush or something else but your raw hole looks prepped already. No half measures Ralph exclaimed! Really? Burt asked, ok, let’s see what we have and he started pulling open drawers to an industrial toolbox. Burt removed a bottle brush and ran his fingers along the bristles – Looks soft, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. Plus, we have some icing to go with it up your other cakehole. Burt dipped it in a goo filled jar, cupped his hand under it during removal and shoved it into Ralphs cunt electing a scream from Ralph. Burt continued sliding it in and Ralph was moaning it burns! Burt did a twist on his outstroke and repeated the cycle a few times. Burt said don’t be a crybaby, a friend of mine used to use Jalapeno ketchup as lube because he liked the reaction of the boys writhing on his dick as well as the visuals. Here, sip this and Ralph was offered a G laced water bottle to drug up his other end. Let’s let this cook for a bit and Burt turned away from the boy who acted as if he was grabbing for butterflies with his asshole. It was quite a solo sling dance as his hole became a hungry Beggar. Meanwhile I was being milked for my chempiss with side dishes and treats including another point slam, a J-Lube Frozen buttercup laced with Tina. As it was consumed in the fires of my rectum, my ass convulsed with reactions which increased as the puck melted and released more Crystal, releasing more burn. The kegger group was alternating Beer, Pipe and other stuff and some more boots could be heard on the stairs. A line started for Ralph where the first guy said, let me help scratch that itch for you and hilted himself in Ralphs red hole. As the line defined, another line started for me. One of Burt’s Lieutenants came up to the bottom of my sling and as he rammed his cock in said “You are a good trouble-maker and catastrophe catcher if I ever saw one” as he started a rough fuck. While Ralph and I hosted dozens of cocks, I eventually came to the realization that I was being fucked by Adam. As I was still flying, I think what he said was Bro, do you need to bring home every stray you find? I responded, “what is this little brother? You’re not filming?” He leaned in close and said – of course I am! We have streaming cameras that are recording anytime the dungeon is in use. Then he leaned back and went to town. Prior to this, with all my [banned word] thoughts, I would have never considered the ramifications of orgasm or overstimulation with a catheter in place; my mind was blown and I passed out.

You find the video here: [think before following links] https://thegay.com/videos/874113/british-bareback-vacation/ And the story about the HIV pozzing scandal here: [think before following links] https://curiouschaser.com/multiple-models-infected-with-hiv-filming-a-british-bareback-porn-movie/

Tuesday night which is naked night. Over 100 guys.

It's a common affliction known as helium heels.

$175 USD per ticket for bottoms?

I really like the scene about Jason wearing a jock and being sent through the club

Great plot line and well written. Sign me up for that hotel!

I live in São Paulo. NEG looking to be infected. Telegram: lktgsm

Pool table? [EG]