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Stopped prep 4 years ago and no one has been denied access to breed their dna deep inside. Still neg and still in pursuit!

There are plenty around the Tampa Bay Area of Florida. Clearwater,Largo , Dunedin , St Pete .Just go to one of the adult theater/arcade/video stores. Many are open 24hrs . I can always find cocks to suck . Usually a black one. Grindr and Adam4adam have been good to me also !!!

It depends. I once went to a sauna where one of the dark rooms had a dimmed down screen with porn, guys fucking. It was fun to watch porn while getting fucked. This same sauna had a public sling at the end of a very dark room, where I wore my black shorts with a green glowing circle. I took many loads that time, many from guys that I didn't even see. I think that saunas should provide good dark spaces. Many public slings have too much light.

I decided at the age of 50 that I was done with relationships. I didn't look back. Until now. Kind of. Like many extreme declarations, mine was premature. It was well thought out seemingly, but it didn't take into account, couldn't take into account, future feelings and needs, shifting circumstances. I still feel exhausted at the thought of a relationship. I still crave sexual variety, getting bored quickly with my regulars. I live alone and have friends, including my ex , someone I was with for 20 years , on and off, mostly on. We play together, that is, in the same room, but the physical thrill is long dead and buried. But he knew that when I woke up one morning recently that I would be eager to take this young stud's fat dick and monster load. I still think of his roar as he unloaded in my happy hole. My ex has delivered shockingly good fucks for me for years now. With his effort, and no patience for apps, I still manage to get laid enough, but some days, living alone is tough. I have regulars that drop by unannounced and they don't do it often enough to annoy me. I'm usually happy to see and accommodate them . The longing to be with someone, a certain someone, a doesn't last long and isn't particularly intense. I have friends, a dog, my writing, work and a spirituality that make it all difficult to really feel alone. I also have a voracious appetite for taking loads. My regulars though tend to become more friends than friends with benefits. I'm okay with that. I guess I'm saying what I want and need keeps evolving, but it seems that passing up relationships has allowed me a growth I still embrace. I'd love a regular- a regular supply of random loads, but I think right now seems just right. And that's all I can ask for it. In other words, who the knows what my real preference is? Is it at odds with what I have? With what I actually need? Can't see that far ahead or behind me.

For those affected by the high prices (due to the tariffs, among other issues), the current situation is very "real". Going hungry is "real". Losing one's home is "real", and there's only one place where the blame resides. Closing of rural hospitals, due to government actions is "real". Children who have zero say in how the government's inaction creates unnecessary, serious hardship is "real". I could go on, but you get the idea.

Some guys don't get a full hard-on until they are inside the hole, so tight holes are no good. I make sure to have a loose hole, but once the cock is in I can also tighten my hole up if a guy likes it. Or some bottoms can't tighten their hole?

What a fantastic representation of The Life. You have real talent - have you been published yet?

love drinking from big white cocks looking at their expression on their face of a combination of relief, disgust and pleasure.

On a work trip this week. Was passing by an adult store where I’d had fun in the back room in the past. on a whim, I decided to stop in and see if there was some action. Parking lot was mostly full, so I went in. they’d closed up the glory holes, but the buddy screens worked. I hear a rap on the glass, so I turned the screen on and saw this good looking 60s daddy with a nicely curved dick. went around to his booth and he gave me the sexiest throat massage while I sucked him. He wasn’t the longest, but just the perfect length that I could deep throat him and still bury my nose in his shaved pubes. the whole time, he was telling me how much he wanted to breed me, but he surprised himself and me by shooting in my mouth. I gave him a good suck then pulled off and the fucker was still cumming. He ended up wiping another few shots worth into my beard before he left.

Where all the bbc at been wanting one for a while now

As someone who’s not a Republican but did have certain hopes for Trump, I was Initially happy to see signs that he was taking positive steps in Israel (ceasefire negotiations), Ukraine, corruption (USAID), deficit reduction (DOGE). free speech (dismantling mis-dis-information boards in government pressuring social media censorship and fighting EU Digital Services Act), foreign aid, etc., I have seen too many counter examples (Iran bombing, loss of momentum in Ukraine, Venezuela, failure to capitalize on DOGE and ramp up of military budget, deportation of legal residents due to pro-Palestinian views to see him as any less ambiguous than pretty much ALL presidents before him.

Anyone got any rough/extreme stuff?

I was an idiot and had forgotten to turn the sound off on my phone. The trilling “bloop” of the Grindr app echoed in the backseat. As I fumbled for my phone it trilled 3 more times, I looked up and saw the eyes of my driver in the rearview mirror. Nothing was said as I set my notifications to silent and fumbled with my rapidly hardening cock. Closer to my destination he pulled into a quiet parking lot at the entrance to some forest trails. “Sorry, I have to urinate”, he said in a soft Middle Eastern accent. I watched his muscular, olive skinned body get out of the car and walk toward the treeline. When he returned to his car he sat in the driver’s seat, not starting the car, staring into the rearview mirror until I finally looked up. “There are other ways to tip your driver, my friend.”, he said. “I don’t understand”, I said, a puzzled look crossing my face “Don’t be naive. I heard that notification on your phone. I hear it all the time when driving and we both know what it is for. You can supplement my tip now, or walk the rest of your trip”. My mouth dropped open as he got out of the car again and opened the rear door beside me. I turned my head to be face to face with a thick, olive, cock. His hand reached out, grabbed my chin, and pulled it toward the circumcised head of his semi-flaccid penis. Instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed onto my moist tongue. I closed my eyes and started to suck, unbuckling my seatbeat and turning toward him to be in a better position for what was to come. My driver took this as an invitation to ramp up his desires, grabbed the back of my head, and impaled me on his rapidly lengthening manhood. I gagged and felt my breath cut off. He held my head until I started squirming and my eyes began to water. He released me and I pulled back, his slime-covered cock sliding out of my mouth. My eyes widened as I saw the beast in front of me. I did a quick measurement with my hand and his rock hard cock was about 8.5-9 inches in length, and 7 inches in circumference. Before I could catch my breath I felt his hands grip the side of my head and impale my skull again on his cock, setting up a rhythm of 4 quick shallow thrusts, followed by a deep invasion of my throat that he held for what seemed like an eternity, cutting off my air supply until he heard me gaga and start to squirm against his grasp. With each deep thrust he tried to drive deeper into my throat, making sure I couldn’t adapt to his needs and wouldn’t forget who was in charge. After about 5 minutes he thrust as deep as he could, my nose being pushed into his trimmed pubic patch, as he held my head for the longest period yet, before finally releasing my head and pulling out of my mouth, a thick stream of slime connecting my mouth to his manhood. I looked up through tear-streaked eyes, gasping to refill my lungs with air. “Get your pants off.”, he demanded, “You haven’t tipped enough”. I turned my body fully toward the open back door and fumbled with my pants, hurriedly opening them and pulling them to my ankles. He snorted a laugh at the blue and yellow jockstrap I was wearing. Lifting my legs by my ankles he pushed me onto my back and pulled off my pants, shoes, and socks in one fluid motion. He yanked my now naked legs apart to expose my newly shaved hole. He sneered when he saw my flaccid cock, already submitting to his superior masculinity. He spit on his fingers and moved them to my hole, roughly shoving in two fingers before quickly adding a third. I moaned and squirmed against the invasion as he roughly opened my hole. I could feel my body surrendering to him and I started craving his cock. I need that monster in me, molding me to his desires. My eyes were closed and I was moaning softly when I felt his fingers leave me and his thick cockhead press against my hole. I sucked in a quick breath as his invasion began. Despite my efforts to relax my hole I could still feel the stretch as his cockhead eventually slipped in, followed by the unrelenting incursion of his shaft. What followed was 10-15 minutes of furious, unstoppable, rutting; a man using a submissive for his own pleasure and biological needs. I held on for dear life (figuratively and literally grabbing any handhold I could find), pushing back against the onslaught, trying to force my hole to relax. Finally, I heard a loud bellow and a final thrust, his manhood breeding my hole and marking me as his forever. Breathing hard, he pulled out, leaving a gaping sloppy cavern where my hole once was. Reaching into the car, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a somewhat seated position, forcing his slimy cock into my mouth for me to clean. Reaching down he picked my pants and shoes off the ground before throwing them at me, slamming the car door, and driving me to my destination.

Super excited I will be in Houston for a week in March and looking forward to offering my hole up for everyone to use no loads refused

looking to move vanc hows the slam pnp scene there - any cults living together ?

I hope so too.

Damn … great start…. Looking forward to the next chapters….

The freedom being neg and having bare sex lasts as long as you're neg, then what does it feel like? Better, worse, same? So this feeling you're enjoying is for unknown length of time, maybe ten years, maybe next week, but I think it's probably going to happen sooner or later you are poz. So, I think the big question is how do you feel giving up being neg for a time of bareback unprotected that could maybe be very short, and for eventually being poz.

Love the story, but was hoping to read more about Ben accepting his fate and restating his life as a pozzed gay man.

Hey boy4you how’s things been going hows you and your bf going? how’s your brother going? He still liking being poz now?

@tobetrained i think you provide thoughtful criticism, it leaves me wondering, who (if anyone) resonates with you to support as a government representative and why?

Do You Want This? John leaves the shower block. It was a quick shower. He tried to get all the cum out of him, but since he let 8 guys run a train on his ass for the second time in two days, he still feels wet inside and his asshole feels open. He is distracted wondering how he let this happen again. When he was driving his friends to the campground, they were all joking and laughing about the bottoms they would fuck this weekend. He started off great, blowing his load in Matt. But seeing the blissful look on Matt’s face and feeling sexually charged in that tent, he let himself go and got fucked. Since then, he has let over 20 men fuck and cum inside him. John is really beating himself up internally. It's been a lot of fun, but he doesn’t know these men. He’s taken so many sexual risks this weekend. He’s a nurse. He could be fired from his job if he is positive. If only he had kept a lid on his desires, his group of friends wouldn’t know what a slut he is behind closed doors. He has let plenty of men fuck him bareback over the years, but those were drunken hookups, behind closed doors or in cities where no one knew him. He’d been fucked my ten men one night at a bathhouse in Atlanta in the sling room, but he was there visiting a sick relative, so no one knew him. Now, his cover was blown and he was “outed” as a bottom. FUCK! John is so distracted that he is wandering by the campground office and almost gets hit by Richard’s golf cart backing up. Richard jumps out of the cart to check on John. John startled says he is okay, but he is so distracted that Richard knows something is wrong. Richard, whose role as camp “father figure” has been growing over the last decade, offers John a ride to his campground. John tells him where he is staying and Richard says he can get him close, but the trees block the way about 30 feet from the site. The men ride in silence for about a minute, but John’s anxiety is weighing on both men. Richard asks John what is wrong. John doesn’t hear him and says nothing. Richard, afraid something might be terribly wrong and jarred by the rape and the police, raises his voice and changes his tone. He says, “Tell me what’s wrong.” John is shocked by the tone. He starts chattering, almost blubbering, about the events of the weekend. He talks about his image and how he had carefully cultivated an image as a top for over a decade. How guys had treated him poorly as a bottom and how he didn’t feel he could be respected if guys though of him as a bottom. He feels like being “outed as a bottom” kind of broke open a slutty dam inside him. He talks about the sex with his friends, sex in the shower, sex in the field with all his friends, sex with other men over the weekend. Richard is listening intently. He is struck by the number of sexual partners and unprotected sex. This sounds like how this camp was when it first opened in the early 1980s. Richard is thinking but still listening to this muscle jock tell his story. When the man stops speaking, Richard parks the cart. Richard starts speaking to John is a way that slows the churn of negative voices in his head. Richard uses the shared history of the gay community to reach into John. The discussion is about thirty minutes, but it covers “bottom shaming”, “gay shame”, masculinity, love, acceptance, beauty, and joy. Eventually, Richard says, “John I knew a lot of guys like you. You need to own your choices and your joy. When guys are dying of AIDS, they either look back on their lives with joy or sorrow. There is no beauty or joy in seeing young people die painful deaths. However, the men who lived in joy, usually died in joy. Men who lived in doubt and self-hate, died that way too. I’m not saying you are going to die. I’m just asking how you want to live?” Richard asks John’s name and upon receiving it, uses the name repeatedly. He talks about how these stories are not uncommon. He talks about how he just had a conversation with another man today about how tops and bottoms are treated differently in the gay community. John says, “I guess I never looked at it like that.” Richard says, “I have to go start the golf cart parade. Think about what we talked about and come see me ya dumb slutty jock bitch.” Richard’s wry smile belies the last words and John laughs heartily. His laugh inspires a guffaw from Richard as he turns the cart to drive away. Richard stops the cart and says, “And, talk to your friends. I think you will be pleasantly surprised how much they care for you. If you need to talk, come find me. Okay?” John nods and smiles as he watches Richard drive away. John wanders over to his campsite. He sees Matt sitting there with the German and Rugby. Curious, John walks right toward them. Rugby calls out, “Hey homo!” Matt glares at Rugby and using a mom tone says, “Can you really not internalize anything we talked about just now?” The German gets up and gives John a big hug. “Where have you been?” German lifts John up and says, “I hope you’ve been having fun and not just avoiding us.” German puts John down and Rugby comes up and says, “Yeah. I hope you are ok, John. It’s been a crazy weekend.” John says, “Yeah things are ok. You know the camp director, Richard, just drove me back here. He is a good guy.” John goes to change into more relaxed shorts that aren’t covered in cum or dirt. He comes back out and sees Rugby has been watching him change. John’s mind immediately starts pushing negative thoughts. Rugby says, “John. Ummmm. Matt and I just had a long conversation. I think I’ve been being an ass to you or maybe about bottoms or……well……..however I’ve been an ass, I would never want you to think I was putting you down or being anything less than your friend.” Rubgy pauses. It’s clear he’s at a loss for his words. The German and Matt see the C Boys coming back from the shower. They are animated and about to burst in on this necessary conversation. Matt and the German turn toward the C Boys and intercept the roommates. They start talking about things and walk toward the golf cart parade route. Rugby sees the intervention and looks back to John. He says, “Can we talk?” Rugby sees John bracing himself. Rugby reaches out and in one of the most intimate ways he’s ever touched John, lightly entwines his large fingers into John’s palm, and holds his hand. Stunned at his friend holding his hand and John makes eye contact. Rugby’s face is full and open watching John. John steps closer to Rugby. Rugby uses his other arm to embrace John’s shoulders and pulls him close. He says, “I love you dude. I love you so much. I don’t know what’s going on right now, but seeing you hurting makes my heart hurt. It feels like it’s breaking watching you struggle.” John attempts to answer. He can’t at first. The warmth of his friend’s body, the tight grip, the intimacy, the love he is feeling—a love he thought was slipping away. It all builds. As the beautiful jock, being held by his large, beautiful friend, attempts to speak again, a sob breaks his silence. And now the dam truly breaks, as John sobs and sobs. He is letting go of all the tension he put on himself this weekend. He is letting go of the choices made from low self-esteem. He is just letting go. Rugby can feel John is getting limp in his arms. He holds tighter, holding his friend upright as he cries. His friend’s tears and snot are coating his chest where John’s head lays convulsing with sobs. Rugby strokes his hair. John says, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” Rugby says, “Nothing to be sorry for. I love you.” After John stops crying, the guys talk. And they talk. And they talk more. Every time they seem done, the conversation starts again. Rugby hits pause as he grabs two towels and shower supplies. They go off to the shower block. They can hear the honking and the crowd of the golf cart parade. Rugby says, “I’m glad we are showering. Cold snot on my chest feels cold and sticky.” John looks sheepish and says, “Sorry.” Rugby laughs and says, “Nothing to be sorry for you sexy fucker.” At the showers, the guys undress. Surprisingly, the shower block is empty. Rugby chooses the shower next to John. As they clean themselves, Rugby says, “I hear some guys get it on in the showers.” John winces and looks back and says, “I have kinda been a slut this weekend.” Rugby’s cock responds by getting harder. He says, “Tell me more.” John tells Rugby about the two guys he had sex with right after their sex with Matt. Rugby closes in on John and says, “That is so hot.” Rugby kisses John lightly and sweeps his hand over John’s wet body. He breaks the kiss and looks John in the face. He sees John watching him. Rugby says, “Do you want this?” John smiles. He hears Richard’s words in his head. John reaches out for Rugby’s big shoulders and rubs his bulky, muscular arms. He says, “Do I want these?” He reaches Rugby’s ample, girthy cock and says, “You mean—do I want this?” He gives it a stroke and feels it get hard in his hand. Then, he touches Rugby’s face and says, “I’d like this.” John kisses Rugby. Rugby feels John’s lips on his, parting them, kissing him gently and urgently. John wants him. He can feel it. Rugby pulls him in tightly. Before this weekend, Rugby has only felt this kind of connection with a few men. This feeling of warmth is confusing and intoxicating. He loves John and he holds him as they kiss. A sense of urgency and need rises in Rugby. His cock is full to bursting with the idea of being inside John. He turns John around and half in lust at the perfect muscle jock ass and half in absolute desire to be with a man he loves; Rugby rubs John’s hole and says, “Can I fuck you? We can do more later, but I want to be inside you now.” John nods. Rugby looks about. He didn’t bring lube. As he is about to reach for the shampoo, he sees a discarded lube bottle in the corner. He grabs it, opens it and discovers just enough to coat his cock. He rushes back over to John, almost slips on the floor, steadies himself on John’s hips, and in a moment of self-reflection says, “I haven’t been this eager to fuck an ass since I was a college freshman.” John both watches Rugby and arches his back and spreads his legs. He wants to see his friend enter him. He wants to watch the moment his friend becomes his lover. John feels the girthy cock head against his pucker. He wants this as much as Rugby does. John pushes back. Having been fucked consistently for the last few hours, his ass opens easily. Rugby bottoms out inside him. Rugby thinks to himself, “Fuck no guy can take me so easily. This must be fate.” Rugby moans as the warmth and wetness of John’s ass accepts him. He holds himself in place for a moment, knowing this fuck is going to change his life. He pushes right up against John’s back and tries to get further inside. He wants to be one with John. John grunts, chuckles lightly, and says, “Babe, I think you’re inside me now.” Rugby kisses John. He starts slow strokes. This ass feels incredible. He’s had a few asses this weekend, but John’s is unique. It’s like his heart and his cock are welded together for this fuck. As he speeds up the fuck, he can feel his heart thump harder. It’s scary and intoxicating. And John’s silky ass feels amazing. John starts working Rugby’s cock with his ass muscles. He wants this cock. He can feel how hard Rugby is and how much desire Rugby has to fuck his ass. John wants Rugby to want his ass too. He works his ass muscles to meet each thrust. Rugby says, “Work my cock. Oh fuck you feel so good.” The showers get colder and John turns his off. He braces himself against the wall, hands in front, bent over, and says, “Fuck me harder.” Rugby grabs his friends ass and starts pulling all the way out to the tip and slamming back inside. He does this for a few minutes until he is close to cumming. Then he changes his strokes to pulling out half way with short jabs. This stretches John more by coming out just to the girthiest part of Rugby’s cock. John is moaning. His cock is hard. Rugby reaches around to stroke John’s cock. Rugby leans over John’s body, stroking his cock, and fucking him with deep, determined shallow strokes. He says, “I love you John. I want this to last forever.” John says, “Not forever. I want you to breed me.” Rugby says, “Oh fuck yes.” He returns to the long strokes and slamming back in. A few minutes later as the boys are grunting and moaning loudly, John cums on the floor. His ass muscles contract on Rugby’s cock and less than five strokes later, Rugby is blowing his cum up John’s ass. The boys collapse on the wet, tile floor in a heap of naked limbs and love. They can hear someone peeing and washing his hands on the other side of the shower wall singing, “Nasty” by Janet Jackson. Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh Oh you nasty boys I could learn to like this The boys laugh. John looks at Rugby and says, “It’s Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.” Rugby laughs heartily and hugs John tighter. ……… Meanwhile, High Dude is wandering around the wooded area. “FUCKING WHORES!” he screams. He fucked this dumb slut exactly how he wanted to be fucked. He bred him like the whore he is and now the cops are looking for him. “What a fucking pussy that guy turned out to be. Should’ve known from those purple shorts.” He thinks. High Dude was wandering back toward his campsite when one of his friends said the cops were just asking for him. High Dude asked why, but his friend didn’t know. He said he hadn’t heard the conversation because he was on his way to set up their area for the Golf Cart Parade. High Dude rolled his eyes. He says, “Why does this camp turn my friends into different versions of the same slutty Susie Homemaker?” His friend says, “Why are you such a dick this weekend? Just go see what the cops want asshole.” High Dude remembers that purple shorts dude crying after their fuck. He got what he wanted so why he was crying. It seemed so stupid and weak at the time. High Dude thinks, “Whatever. The guy was a fucking stupid slut.” As he was wandering, he saw Jay going into a trailer with that “July Bottom” dude. Clearly Jay is a fucking whore. He also saw Rugby, the German and Matt talking. There was that slutty cum dumpster, Matt, who wasn’t interested in High Dude for some stupid reason; even though the little slut had been fucked by half the guys at this camp in the last couple days. How his asshole wasn’t dragging along the ground by now was a surprise to High Dude. What a FUCKING WHORE! He needed to get his things and get out of here. But, that meant he had to probably wait until night during the dance party to get his stuff while his friends were away from their campsite.

This question always spawns debate among those who give or get the act of oral compliance and service. Whether you're a feeder (oral top) or a hungry cocksucker, if you get the whole cock worshiping scene, you understand my quandary. A lot of guys don't think it's a fetish. They think of fetishes as much more intense physical and mental behaviors which we've all seen discussed on here and other sites (Fetlife). In fact, I've been called a "One Trick Pony" sexually. Basically saying that, as a cocksucker, I'm as vanilla and limited as they come. Au contraire, I say! The whole thing about cock worship is that it transcends just the act itself. It becomes a total physical, emotional and psychological immersion that engages the feeder and the cocksucker. It's ritualistic, ceremonial and deistic. It objectifies the cock and makes it the center of the service, hard, soft, semi, seeping and bulging....all stages of total joy for guys like me. As I've said many times before, cock is the one god that has never let me down. And cock worship if the one faith that continues to inspire, support, motivate and embrace me every day. Guys who embrace the power hanging between their thighs are gods to me.