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Near Home—August, 2024 I took some time off from my latest work gig on the last Thursday of the month. I worked all morning and took the afternoon at the local bookstore. The parking lot was very full. But would it be a playful group or just men who sit and watch…? I walk in and close the door behind me. I stand there for a moment, letting my eyes adjust. The entire row in which I normally sit is full of men. All jerking their cocks. I smile. I go and sit against the far wall where there are two more men. I can see both screens from here. Near the gay screen is a large Black man I recognize from this place. A young white cub is closer to me. In fact, in moments he moves one chair over so we are next to each other. “You suck, don’t you?” he whispers. He waves his thick, stubby cock at me. His expression is a mix of hope and lust. I smile and nod before slipping to the floor. The moment I take him into my mouth, I feel the row of jerking men change their focus from the straight screen to us. The young cub is very vocal about how much he is enjoying my mouth. He can’t stop moaning. I love that the five strokers are beating their meat harder and faster. You can hear it—it is a lovely accompaniment to the moans of the cub. He can’t last long. “I’m…I’m…gonna…” And he shoots. Filling my mouth with the mega-sized load of men under 30. I swallow and clean him up. He is thrilled he has no need of the fast-food napkin clutched in his hand. He takes off. With him leaving, the youngest man here is now in his mid-50’s. I jerk. Pleased I have energized the room. But the row of men stroking, just return to the video, there is no stray hand on another man’s erection. Nothing overt. The Black guy gets up. He kneels in front of me. He begins to suck me. Well, actually not. He licks the head and jerks my cock with his big hand. As I don’t shoot into his mouth instantly, he tightens the grip and jerks harder. It hurts and I tell him so. He eases up on the grip, but still never really takes me into his mouth. I finally beg for a break. He gets up. The fly of my pants is soaked in his spittle. I sigh—but it’s not like I wear good clothes when I come here. The door opens. A man comes in, around my age. He comes right to me, as if we know each other. “May I?” he whispers. I nod. He goes to his knees and gives me the kind of head I love: lots of tongue, lots of variety with speed and depth. I hear him unzip and jerk himself as he sucks and sucks. He only stops when his knees fail him. He zips up and leaves, nodding in my direction. I check the floor to see if he shot, but can find no trace of semen…just some stray spittle that missed my pants. The row of five jerking men finally changes. One gets up to leave. It leaves a chair open next to the youngest of the group—a white man in his mid-50’s with a shaved head and a handsome face. He projects a very straight persona, from how he interacts with the men around him, to how he’s dressed, to his high interest in the man on the screen eating a young woman out after they’ve been endlessly fucking. He is stroking a hot seven incher, cut and very pink. I sit next to him, not expecting more than an eyeful. We stroke and stroke. One more man in our row leaves. Then I get the nod. He wants my mouth. I kneel and give him the best head I know how to give. He squirms and strokes my closely cropped hair. “Suck my dick, man. I love that your swallow…” This makes me work harder. I really want his load. I deep throat him repeatedly. He suddenly stands up. I think he’s about to shoot, but he pushes past me to the guy in the corner. He kneels and starts giving head himself. He is behaving likes he’s obsessed—like a switch has been thrown by my mouth on his cock. The guy he is attempting to suck tries to push him away, but he stays there—and the guy is suddenly ok with it. So ok, he gives Mr. Straight Appearing a load of cum in his mouth. He swallows. Straight Appearing moves to the man with the two-inch cock who continually huffs poppers. He is offered a hit by Two-Incher. He takes it and begins sucking the guy. He gets another load in his mouth. Straight Appearing groans and stands up, jerking his dick wildly. I kneel in front of him. He jerks and jerks—telling me to stay off him until he tells me. He jerks panting and groaning out his need. I moan in counterpoint. “Now! Take it, fucker!” He steps towards me and I lean in. It’s a big load. Thick and viscus. He let’s me clean him up. He twists his balls to give me ever last drop. He leaves with a quick pat on my shoulder. The room empties. I stay and jerk. Gradually a new crop of men begin to filter into the room; but I need to leave soon myself. A big bear, who has sucked me often in the past, enters. He falls to his knees and his thick tongue is all over my dripping dick. I really want to give it up for him. Another man, a greying daddy, comes in. He sees us and whips out his dick. He sticks it in my mouth. Perfect. The guy in my mouth is pumping with intent. I idly wonder which of us will shoot first. Then he pulls out of my mouth. “I want to fuck you,” he tells the bear. The bear stands up to ditch his pants. “Not here.” He leads him to the restroom and locks the door. Well, fuck. I’d wondered if guys would use it as a private room—but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen. And likely not the last. I hear clothes being shed behind the door. It’s almost five o’clock. I put my dick away and reluctantly leave, still slightly sticky fingered…. The orginal is here: From My Side of the Sling: Flipping the Switch September 19, 2024

You're utterly missing the point of what I was saying.

Looking for an hourly place to host a door open cumdump event in LA or Hollywood Wood area. Not interested in an all nighter looking to do something for lunch time, would like easy access ofcourse. I know of a few in South Gate but nothing up there.

Good points to all. Definitely abstaining till I’m done with my doxy!

Damn, if this works I volunteer to do day two!

I was 13 when I lost my V card to a 28 year old lady, at a lesbian party. I was the only male allowed to be there cause I was church friends with the owners of the house. The felt sorry for me so they would bring me a bi or straight girl to play with every Friday and Saturday night. That went on for over 5 years, so somewhere in the range of 600 women. In my early 30's is when my wife and I started playing with strap-ons. That opened a while new world. After our divorce I became a bottom slut and sadly will say I was getting fucked about 5 times a nite 5 days a week. Sometimes less and sometimes a lot more. Sometimes they were repeats and there sometimes in a dark room not even a face. So 5 times 5 times 52 times 13 years? Who knows a lot. And still going strong. Just two days ago did a park/woods ass out thing, and hooked up with 5 guys.

For hookups for older guys in Japan, there are still several options. Grindr is pretty widely used by locals. Sniffies, not really unless you’re in Tokyo or in the middle of big cities. I use it when I want foreign traveler cock. There are some gay movie theaters, such as Ko-onza in Yokohama, where you can hook up in the theater while watching gay arthouse porn. I often see older guys there, 50s, 60s, 70s. There are some active BBS for hookups but Japanese language is a requirement. All of this is to say you can have success as an older guy looking for hookups!

Message me at @CXbb7 on telegram

i have the file but it exceeds the size on here hit me back tell me where to send it ive filmed a lot of this guys stuff and its fucking hot true chaser unti he finally tested poz

Me too

I’m the one that posted this. Love to answer any questions but would really love to make it happen! Not many no’s and a few kinks

It sounds like pig heaven. I wish I could have been there and could play with you. You would have been able to play my hole long.

Sometimes when I bottom I am submissive and very appreciative for the cock(s) in my hole. Other times when I'm in a mood to get fucked, I am more verbal and sometimes even bossy.

This isn't an issue of consent. All other things being equal, it's disrespectful, rude, and cowardly to bail on a meeting when the other person has made the effort to travel some distance. I'm sure it's happened to many of us before we got wise to the type of guy who does this. I'm fairly certain @Sfmike64 didn't misrepresent himself and, in fact, it's often the flaker's fear of being caught in misrepresenting *himself* that leads them to bail on a hookup.

Here with bf and would love to sneak away for a quick fuck. NSA pump and dump scene for me.

It's worth pointing out that if everyone you have sex with is a lousy fuck, the only common denominator in every one of those fucks is you. I'm not drawing any conclusions, just making the observation.

Jason and Jimmy were sprawled on the couch, the late afternoon sun casting lazy streaks across the room. Jason’s phone buzzed, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips as he read the message from Dan. “Looks like Dan’s interested,” Jason said, holding up the phone. Jimmy’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Your turn last time,” Jimmy said, leaning forward, his tone sharp but playful. “This one’s mine.” Jason raised an eyebrow, considering the proposition. Jimmy’s smirk deepened, and Jason relented, typing a quick reply. “Busy right now, but my roommate Jimmy thought you were hot. He might be interested if you are. He’s… not doing anything tonight.” Jimmy snatched the phone from Jason’s hand, reading the message with a grin. “Smooth,” he muttered, handing it back. Jason shrugged, standing up and stretching. He made a date for Dan to come over and do Jimmy in an hour. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said, grabbing his bag. “As if,” Jimmy replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Jason rolled his eyes and headed out, leaving Jimmy alone with his anticipation. By the time Dan arrived, Jimmy was already naked, lounging on the couch with his uncut cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. The doorbell chimed, and Jimmy took a moment to savor the power of the situation before calling out, “Come in.” Dan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to Jimmy’s exposed body. He hesitated, but Jimmy’s confident smirk put him at ease—or perhaps it was the promise of what was to come. “Bedroom’s this way,” Jimmy said, rising slowly, his cock swaying with the movement. Dan followed, his breath quickening as the reality of the situation sank in. In the bedroom, Jimmy wasted no time. He pushed Dan against the wall, his hands roaming over Dan’s body, stripping him of his clothes with practiced efficiency. Dan’s cock was already hard, and Jimmy smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “On your knees,” Jimmy commanded, his voice low and commanding. Dan obeyed, sinking to the floor as Jimmy stepped closer, his uncut cock hovering just above Dan’s lips. “Deep throat it,” Jimmy ordered, gripping the base of his shaft. Dan opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head and slowly taking more, his throat constricting as he swallowed Jimmy’s length. Jimmy groaned, thrusting gently at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward as Dan gagged softly, his eyes watering with the effort, staring upward at the large biohazard tat over Jimmy's heart. “Good boy,” Jimmy murmured, pulling out and stroking Dan’s hair. “But we’re not done yet.” Jimmy pushed Dan onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down Dan’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at his nipples before continuing southward. Dan squirmed, his breath hitching as Jimmy’s mouth hovered over his cock, teasing but not touching. “Please,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. Jimmy smirked, finally taking Dan’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the head. Dan moaned, his hands tangling in Jimmy’s hair as he thrust his hips upward, seeking more friction. Jimmy hummed, the vibration sending shivers through Dan’s body. But Jimmy wasn’t done. He pulled away, positioning himself between Dan’s legs. “Time for the main event,” he said, lining his cock up with Dan’s hole. He pressed forward slowly, savoring the resistance before pushing in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Dan gasped, his body tightening around Jimmy’s cock as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Fuck,” Dan breathed, his voice trembling. Jimmy began to thrust, his movements deliberate and relentless. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his uncut cock sliding deep into Dan’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?” Jimmy taunted, his voice rough with desire. “Like being filled up, used?” Dan could only nod, his mouth falling open as Jimmy’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the room. Jimmy reached down, gripping Dan’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. "On your stomach now," Jimmy said, pulling out of Dan's ass. “Suck it,” Jimmy commanded, pulling out abruptly. Dan didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to take Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, his lips stretching around the head as Jimmy fucked his face. Jimmy groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him as he thrust in and out of his mouth. “Not done yet,” Jimmy growled, pushing Dan back onto the bed. He flipped Dan onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide and pressing back inside, his cock sliding effortlessly into Dan’s stretched hole. Jimmy’s thrusts were savage now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into Dan from behind. “Gonna cum,” Dan choked out, his voice strained. “Not yet,” Jimmy snapped, reaching around to grip Dan’s cock tightly. He stroked in time with his thrusts, his other hand slapping Dan’s ass as he fucked him relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps, heavy breathing, and the occasional moan. Jimmy’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock twitching as he neared the edge. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna plant my seed deep in your ass.” With a final, brutal thrust, Jimmy came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load past Dan’s second ring. Dan cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him as Jimmy’s hand tightened around his cock, milking him dry. Jimmy collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Dan’s hole. Dan lay still, his body trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. Jimmy rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “You poz?” he asked casually, his tone belying the intensity of the moment. Dan shook his head, his voice hoarse. “No.” Jimmy feigned surprise, his eyebrow arching. “Really? I’d’ve pegged you for a poz slut, the way you were begging for it.” Dan flushed, but he didn’t deny it. Jimmy smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Get dressed,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Time for you to go.” Dan nodded, climbing off the bed and pulling on his clothes. Jimmy watched him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. By the time Dan left, Jimmy was already lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through messages as if nothing had happened. Jason returned later that evening, finding Jimmy in the living room, a smug expression on his face. “How was the baths?” Jimmy asked, his tone deceptively casual. “Relaxing,” Jason replied, raising an eyebrow. “You?” Jimmy grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Planted my seed in Dan’s ass,” he said, his voice low. “And THE seed in his mind.” Jason’s smiled. "Told him he took cock like a sexy poz slut," Jimmy’s smirk deepened, but he said nothing more, leaving the future open to interpretation. The room fell quiet, as the two of them considered their next moves.

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