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I went to a couples house a few years ago for a three way. Both guys were fit but one of the guys was much more my type than the other. Short, blonde & cute. Piercing blue eyes and a lovely chunky / muscle body. I was sat on his cock and he kept lifting his arms over his head exposing his pits to me. The shape of his arms and shoulders and the smell from his pits was driving me wild. I licked every bit of his sweat and kept shoving my face in his pits and just inhaling his scent. I still think about his smell now. I think response to scent is a chemical thing. There’s something deep rooted and primal in us that’s hard wired to react in the way we do.

I haven't seen him on twitter or anyplace really for the longest time-I love him.

To the deep conversations we never have. I’m trying to get outside the house more— to meet new people, to make new connections, to expand my opportunities. And one of the ways I’ve been doing this is by participating in events organised by gay groups on Meetup. One of the most recent ones I went to was a picnic at Carlton Gardens during the Easter Saturday long weekend. I didn’t have much expectation when I got there. And I did have mixed feelings about it. It was good, in the sense that we were able to talk and mingle with a lot of different people. The event host encouraged us to get up every 30 minutes or so, to talk to someone new, to shift into different groups, and we just… started talking. But what I found— and I should have expected— was that every time you meet someone new, you have to reintroduce yourself. What’s your name? Have you been to events like this before? What nationality are you? How long have you lived in Australia? What are your interests? Your hobbies? The event went for four hours. And afterwards, on my way home, I counted how many people I’d talked to. Eighteen. That’s eighteen times I had to say who I am, what I do, what I like. Eighteen mini versions of myself, cut, pasted, passed around. And it was—honestly—exhausting. I do thrive on one-on-one connection, peeling back the layers of someone, getting to the core of their personality. And to speed through people like this, to graze across the surface over and over again, was definitely not something I’m used to. In the end, I didn’t feel like I’d connected with anyone on a level that made me want to exchange contact information. I’m sure the people I met are sophisticated and layered. But the amount of time we’re given— it’s just not enough to really see someone. Even the ones who might’ve been a potential match, I wouldn’t have known. Because we never got there. We never reached that level of intimacy. But I did walk away with something valuable. Towards the end of the get-together, a few of us were chatting about dating apps. Someone mentioned one I’d never heard of before— Hinge. So, like the curious gremlin that I am, I went home, checked out the app, created a profile. And honestly? I was surprised. It’s not like Grindr or Jack’d. Everything about Hinge feels intentional. They make you upload at least six photos of yourself—so no blank profiles. You’re required to fill out prompts, ones that actually encourage conversation. And the way each profile is set up— it’s like a photo album, sprinkled with little texts, little insights into a person’s world. It’s beautiful. It’s refreshing. It works. So far, I’ve had a few meaningful conversations with people I probably wouldn’t have reached otherwise. So would I go to another event like that picnic again? Probably not. But then again— it depends on how I’m feeling that day. Either way, it’s still a win because I found out about the Hinge app, another tool in my pocket, for this muddy, confusing, occasionally beautiful landscape we all call dating.

I have an older poz daddy that is in his 70’s that bred me yesterday. I could not get enough of his smell. He has a big dick so I spend a lot of time sucking him. His pubes smell so nice. I just nuzzle my nose in them and inhale like they are poppers. I can’t describe the smell only as pure man. He is the type of man that If he wants me I will drop anything I am doing to have him in me. I wish he could bottle his sent.

I have 2 all time favorites. Bareback IV - Dick wadd. Made me understand that I crave cum inside me. The scene where a blond guy breeds a skinny bottom after he’s already taken 3 loads, then felches the cummy mess as a ton of cum flows out of his ass. Honorable mention to a any video with Titpig, he was my all time crush as a young twink bottom. The second one like a number of guys said TIM videos but I think one of my favorites for visual effects and only internal breedings and creamy dicks (my favorite, don’t want to see them pull out ever) is the scene in Plantin Seed with Billy Wild: [think before following links] https://www.gayforit.eu/video/47508/Plantin-the-Seed

What a good story. I like it. Thanks for sharing.

My straight fuck bud smells amazing. I love how his cock and crotch smell like he just got done jerking off dry cum all over his uncut cock head. his girlfriend won’t suck him off but I love to.

Nice story! Thanks for sharing 👊

this hot poz guy gets me going id do anything to get bred by his horse cock here are a few videos [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28733/passin-poz-sperm/ [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28740/i-mount-another-stag-man/ [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28519/manimal-sex/

As long as it is raw cock, I’m colourblind.

I love getting them from folks who go to ABS. Those are my favorite ones. Sure the cum may not be as fresh, but still has its purpose

looking forward to your new stories build around this theme

I love getting pounded by thick black cock. One sexy black guy fucked me for an hour before he finally filled my rectum. It was fucking amazing!

I know this is an old thread and this question raises its head from time to time, but I have to land on the "not really" side. Maybe its because I grew up surrounded by people from so many different backgrounds, or maybe I'm just happy with anyone who wants to load me up. The way I see it is, when I'm with someone it is none of anyone's business but the people directly involved. Besides that, these days people are usually more surprised to discover that I'm gay at all. Apparently, if you're gen x or older, no-one likes to think of you having a sex life 🤣

Chapter 4: His cock swelled up, such a pretty slut to use this afternoon. The anon top wasn’t sure where to start, choke the poor cunt’s neck or cock so deep he’d be gasping for air. Regardless his rhythm grew more frenzied, the bed squeaking in protest with each powerful thrust down the lad’s throat. The top's hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him gag, his spit pooling on the pillow beneath him. The camera continued to snap away, capturing every moment of his degradation, every twitch and moan that escaped his throat. It was a performance, a depraved dance that they both knew was a long time coming. And as the top's grip tightened and the spit dribbled down his chin, the little slut knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. The pain was his release, the humiliation his turn on. This was his place, to be used and abused, to be the plaything of the man who now knew his name and address. He reveled in the thought that when he lay in bed with his unsuspecting fiancé that night, he'd be thinking of this, his hole stretched and sore, his mind forever marked by the depravity that had unfolded in the quiet of the afternoon. The bedroom was a blur of sensation, the sting of the spit mixing with the smell of leather and sweat. The top's fingers found their way to his throat, tightening with each thrust, cutting off his air supply just enough to make him panic. He felt the pressure build in his chest, his body begging for mercy as his vision swam. And just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the grip loosened, and sweet, sweet oxygen flooded his lungs, the pain receding into a delicious wave of pleasure. He gagged and choked, his eyes watering, as the top chuckled with satisfaction, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves down his spine. The sound of the spanks pierced through the haze of passion, a jolting reminder of the world outside their bubble. The top didn't miss a beat, his rhythm unbroken as he whispered, "Don't you dare move, slut. Whatever is making you struggle, I'll handle it." The slut lay there, his ass in the air, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. The footsteps grew faint as the top moved to his bag, leaving him vulnerable, exposed, and desperately craving the continuation of his punishment. The bag closed again, and the top returned, his breathing heavy. "It's just the dildo," he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned down, his hot breath against fuck toy’s ear, "Now, where were we?" The hand returned to his throat, the pressure building once more. The cheater’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe, his body writhing under the weight of the man above him. The top took this as a cue, slamming into him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The slut felt the beginnings of a powerful orgasm building, his body betraying him with each painful stroke. He wasn’t read my yet. The top noticed, “stop touching your cock, I’ll tell you when you can touch it. He grabbed his hands and put them behind his head; no way is that slut cumming early and backing out; there’s some real damage to do to this hole he thought.

I really associate with Matt, and wish I'd have met two Daddy Z and T when I was at Uni. Amazing story - I hope there are lots of opportunities to feed off the characters.

It's the best thing and the hottest way for a cumdump to be used. I hope you both dumped your loads inside him and left him wrecked. You ever had that scenario again? I need to get gangbanged like this more but the tops that would be up for it mostly want discreet meets so I just hold out for more brutal masters demanding it.

That's exactly the right kind of hook-up, one that'll push your limits and rather than complain you're too loose they'll find a way to make you looser. What did you get done with the new toys when you got back?

love that colorcontrast thing!

Lucky Matty! Looking forward to the sequels! 😈💦☣️

Would be good to have more venues to be slutty and sleazy in!

Yes.

We did it with some fb, first time was forced, but afterwards I was happy to do it.

lol…..I just want to proven you would talk to me. 🤣