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I have seen this happen at a bathhouse I used to patron and I am not a fan. I don't find it exciting, In any way, to have sex with someone when they haven't shown interest or agreed. I've been witness to guys waking up to find their cell phones missing, wallets gone. I suppose an argument could be made that they should have known better, that they are adults and responsible for their own actions. This is one of the reasons I don't want g in my home, or play with guys that are using it. G is tricky when it comes to dosage, it's a chance I just am not willing to take.

Went to the bathhouse in Rome...met up with an Italian who wanted to fuck me with a condom. After getting him into the room, feeding him poppers( which you cannot find in Italy), then rubbing my butthole on his uncut dick...that stud pushed it in ,without the rubber, and jizzed with in minutes! He cussed in Italian cause wanted to last longer. I made him rub my ass again and we went right into round two!

Two thoughts i can remember years ago hearing the line that “there is a difference between being alone and being lonely” Also …. If you are worried that you keep your friends on the phone for too long… maybe set a timer for 1 hour and then you can pretend to see the tine and gracefully end the call ….

I with I had a long beard for that reason! my beard only saves it for a day or two. Right now it smells like hot musky man ass woof

Hail. My cock craves boys with bugs letting them incubate in long wrd breeding. Then it’s to lure unsuspecting boys to take my cock inside😫😈 . The feeling of my infected dick spreading bugs is so good

For me, it was a wonderland of exciting sexual experiences - "incredible" sums it up @SpectreAgent!

You're listening to that inner voice you are developing...

"So my biggest worry" seems the "quote" doo-dad is taking the afternoon off ..... One easy way to clear that air is to simply ask them if they have time to talk now. If they don't maybe they'll call you back when they do. I wouldn't worry about it - everyone gets busy sometimes. Are you doing any of the Bach Inventions yet?

Good on you Philip for not just going with the name brand. Nothing wrong with Yamaha; but a good reputation shouldn't be our only choice. Some decades ago now I bought my first Hyundai. Hyundai's entry into the US with the relatively crappy Excel didn't give them the best start. But they were obviously working to change that with one hell of a warranty. My first one covered anything for the first 100,000 miles. And almost nothing went wrong. Everything felt like it was in the right place. and even though inexpensive, had a lot of features only the high priced entries had. I've never regretted that. It wasn't a Toyota, but I didn't give up anything either... Save that a few coworkers gave me grief that I bought a sh!tmobile. In the end.... Balance. Hmm, it is just one of those things we'll always do, kinda like breathing. Some days that is a bit more challenging, somedays it feels like there is no log to fall off of. Every day is a practice. 🙂 I submit that you're already having the time of your life...

Phil, sounds like great personal progress. Your dad's advice resonates with me; perhaps because I am more in line with your dad's age than yours. We humans are great at fretting things we have little control over. And sometimes we go overboard on the less urgent interests and fail to take care of the basics. Here in the US I know we elected a clown as POTUS. But I can't spend every day protesting. I won't the the other self care stuff done; which includes things I do which cares for my community and neighbors. All of us lives somewhere. The geography around us is our community. To the degree we participate in making our employer successful should lead to our own success. And when it doesn't then clearly we have the wrong employer for us. But the idea applies to the rest. Neighborhoods form mostly because different talents come together and create a more comfortable place for all. At least those are to me the elements of wherever we live. We keep our house up because we like a kept up house. And we have the time to make that so. Not everyone else does. When we have spare time, do we use some of that to help someone else? When we think "life is hard", sometimes it is helpful to reflect on those "if not for this or that, life would be worse".

What strikes me is that both Phil and Angelo are new to you. Getting too far into projecting a future with someone we just met is, just too soon. Enjoy each date as it comes.

I simply love this! It reminds me of the many, but too few, best group sex sessions i have ever had. The ones where everything just floats. The mix of the cum, piss, spit sweat and ass juices. Mouth to mouth, to cock, to ass, to nipples, to tongue. Tasting everything, no matter if it came from you or me or someone else. Hands floating through hair, over muscles, fingering ass and mouth. And the eyes, floating over the hot, horny view of pigs enjoying each other! Love it, thank you for describing it so well, bringing the memories back!

Wish I and @versmetropig had been there. Maybe one day, @hungrypighole 👹

"that my legacy is big enough" As long as you treat others the way you'd like to be treated, extend empathy towards those less able than you, refrain from negative acts, and remain unaffected by negativities in others, they'll remember you. Maybe not to the extent you imagine, maybe not in the way you imagine, but they'll remember with a smile, a moment's pause. What more can one ask?

at 12 my first orgasm went in boys ass, because of all these magazines. i was a devious lil fuck. my brother was 9 yrs older than me n off to college during the week. i would sleep in his room and found a lil bit of all of these mags , straight n gay, there. my older sister got me stoned as well around that time. and you have to remember that that is when penthouse occasionally started talking occasionally about being high, either with pot or maybe extacsy. As i got older n got into fun fucking gay sex, i thought pot was it for me. then came the experiments with acid and hallucinogens and mushrooms. I start going to dancing out with my doing x. in 2004 ms T got me. i still had priorities. N limited my use. basically because of those mags, i have done fun drugs fro 12 til 68. i have seen so many people lose it all because they started slamming. I wont do it. Dont slam til the rest of your life is settled,. or know how to get help. i know too many people that destroyed their lives w slamming.

I couldn't help but think of this in terms of myself, my sexual prowess and my friendships with a few people half my age. My doctor just told me, as he's done before, that it's nothing to be alarmed about, it's the aging process. This time he was talking about my vertebrae. My recent CT scan showed further spinal degeneration from the scan I had this summer. So I'm shrinking, the basis for a hideous metaphor. I was 6ft tall with a stunning body and handsome face. And God knows I made use of it. I was part of the tits and ass tyranny. This helped get the attention, the men I wanted. It helped my career. It wasn't exactly a crutch as I was always well educated, smart, witty and ambitious. Those things got me further. And I depend on these things now as I am pudgy snd shrinking. Shrinking. I prepared for this time when I wasn't the it boy and I try to prepare my younger friends. I am passing the baton. I am getting to know and like myself all over again. I immerse myself in a life of thought, of creativity, of lntellect. And I can still get laid. Thank God for small mercies. I'm glad to be something, someone other than shallow. But as my therapist said, "the loss of that power has to be duly mourned."

Exactly Phillip. Guys like the current US president might have one think that firing people is a sign of an effective leader. But it isn't, never has been. What you're doing is the sign of an effective leader, teacher, mentor. Igniting skills in someone else to the point they can become the teacher is THE point. Congrats brother!

That pic (ur hot arse 🔥) certainly caught my eye. am a sleazy pervy poz breeder daddy/top quite happy to take control Looking forward to your next blog. Maybe in the future I’ll be in it! 👹 (think my cock would look good in your hot arse 😉)

People have often called me a pessimist. I prefer to call myself realistic or a fatalist. Optimists often get disappointed. We pessimists expect the worst, and do receive a nice surprise if something works out in our favor. Otherwise, the hurt is expected when things go south. It might be a horrible way to exist for some, but a coping mechanism for those of us who follow this prescription.

I once attended a course where I gave a presentation. At the end, the course lead told me that judging by my performance she was surprised that people were still awake! Not very nice but on listening back I was inclined to agree, I was talking at speed and very, very monotone. A lesson was learned, slow down and add tone. Bingo! No one sleeps in my presentations now!

"on a bridge built by Sean and Phong" Interesting metaphor - bridges - but didn't you help build that bridge too? Aren't you a participant - as well as a voyeur?

@PozBearWI Your storytelling is so captivating—I truly enjoyed reading about your adventures and the journey to reconnect with your Air Force friend. It’s a reminder of how unpredictable and exciting road trips can be, even when things go a bit off track. I rely so heavily on technology these days that if my maps or GPS stopped working, I know I’d freak out too! It’s smart that you’ve prepared with those extra tools; having a backup like a road atlas seems like a really practical way to avoid that “what now?” panic moment. I have to admit, reading about your thoughts on aloneness and the reality of losing a partner hit me deeply. It’s hard to think about life without someone you’ve built so much with, and I think, for a lot of us, there’s an instinct to tuck that thought away, as if ignoring it might somehow stop it from happening. But your perspective—that preparation doesn’t mean emotional disengagement—is such a powerful way to look at it. It’s a reminder to cherish the time we have while also being realistic about the challenges life might bring. Thank you for sharing your insights. They’ve given me a lot to think about, not just about being prepared but also about how we approach those inevitable moments of transition in life. @hntnhole Thank you for sharing your perspective—it’s a profound reflection on relationships and the connection we seek throughout life. I find it comforting, in a way, to think that no matter the length or type of relationship we experience, there’s always a sense of balance or fulfillment to strive for afterward. It’s true, figuring out how to access that sense of well-being feels like the real challenge, but I believe it’s part of the journey we all have to navigate in our own time. Your 30 years with your other half is such a beautiful testament to love and connection. I hope I can carry forward the lessons from my relationships with the same sense of gratitude and growth.

Thanks for starting this interesting facet of BZ; I hadn't known it was available.

I believe that writing - committing thoughts to paper (or, in this case, the ether), helps us focus what might be called scattered thought-strains into a more structured format. It's a great way to focus. Plus, it helps if one's career was in the publishing business 😁.

Well, that's true, unfortunately. There are a number of reasons, one of which is there's a r/e development right next door (where guys used to go to fuck). It's still a fun bar, so by all means go, and steep in the history of the joint. But for bar-room sex, you'll need to go N on 4th Ave (which turns into Wilton Drive) to 6th Ave. You can't turn right, but you can turn left, immediately left again, and then enter a smallish parking lot for the Eagle. You must pay, or your car will be gone when you come up for air. It'd probably be most productive though, to uber it. If you have any Leather gear, bring something so you can get into the Leather area ... it's reminiscent of the old days when the Leatherbars all had fantastic back(fuck)rooms. Don't forget to hit Slammer, (sometimes called "321", which is the address on Sunrise Blvd). It's open from Thurs through Sun nights, from 7pm, and stays open until the last load is pumped up someone's gut.

I could try to find him @TaKinGDeePanal, but realize this happened over 10 years ago, and although I pnplayed with him a couple of times afterward, we lost touch about 9 years ago (before he ever gave up his ass fully to me, sadly...)

Super hot! Thanks for sharing your sex-filled weekend...😘 It sounds so exciting to embrace one's sex desires and share it with other sex-crazed men! Looking forward to reading more of your sex adventures including Darklands...😃

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Yes,me too. That's what bottoms are for. It's what we want.

I fantasize about being owned by a large group of black hung gays as well. I can fuck the hole day. It would be great to get fucked really hard by them. If one unloads the next one fucks ans unloads....... The main purpose of my hole is to get fucked. How about yours? Is it you in the pics.

He’s out the front. If I was in any doubt about how far he was prepared to go today, his last message said: “Just so you know: I want you to give me the strongest slam I can take and then you’re going to fuck me. I’m yours all day. I want you to chain me to your bed and fuck me all day and all night. I want to know what it’s like to be your bitch. I’ve prepared two syringes; one with 5 points and one with 2.5. I think I’ll start him off by sharing the 2.5 and pound him as hard as I can. This will be fun. And, yes, I’m recording this one. It’ll be on porn hub later tonight.

I guess I should add, how exciting it is for me to find a yang buck g’ed out at a party, move them someplace quiet. Start undressing or cutting their cloths from them. Exploring their bodies, sucking they soft cocks, shotgunnning them to keep em breathing, maybe a little trim is N their cock and get on top and ride awhile. Then bump them back into reality and see their response.

You will so fucking love it! You will become addicted to it!

Love to feel a black cock pumping in me to make me full slut that want to be

It is incredibly off putting. As the guy being sucked, I only speak up if I fear I'm going to be hurt with his teeth.

"I’m not sure he’s the best at explaining things" Please don't hold that against him - it's an indication of depth of perception on his part. Music, particularly serious music,, can be quite difficult to translate into the spoken word. There's a quality of transcendence in music - particularly serious music - that simply defies translation to the spoken word. We only nibble around the edges, trying to convey in the spoken word what's contained - available - in "music".

Savor it Philip. 🙂

Driving choice... Do we take the toll road which saves us time? Or the scenic way? Isn't that kind of the basic ongoing life choice we make, pretty much all the time? On one hand, easily answered by "what do I need right now?". But also answered by "what will do me the most good?". I'll toss in something becoming more common here in the US. How much does home delivery cost? While I can drive; pretty much unless I'm buying fresh foods, having it delivered makes some sense. Again though, it comes down to balancing time and money. But I've noticed there are a lot of pantry items I get that I have delivered, because often when I go to a local store they are out of stock. It makes more sense for me then to go to whomever has it vs the close place.... Dating... Most don't lead to "the lifelong relationship". But some can lead to enduring friendships. In fact, friendships in general for me seem to fall into proximity camps. Over time I find myself less in touch with those whose proximity is further. So as my adult life evolved, job changes, relocations, change of primary partnership... So also did my circle of friends. Sibling relationships have also changed as they moved off to the coasts while I remained in the midwest.

Very hot.🔥

This entry in the blog is as hoT as it was the first time I read it all those years ago…

Mine is just a goatee, but it does the trick. Love to use it as they sit on the rimseat and hump them with my chin. It was fun, with this guy, to reverse the roles.

Letting go eventually will become a lifelong thing, repeated often.

Your writing is great, I always enjoy reading it. There's a lot of depth to what you write and I think you're a pretty amazing guy. xx

Welcome back stud! Glad to see you are going strong.

How have I missed this one? Oh, to have been there to lend you a hand (as it were) if you wanted it… 😜

@RawNYTop I started at Fordham University when I was 17, so that was when I first hit The Adonis and West World and the other Times Square ABS stores, as well as the ones on Christopher Street in the West Village. LOVED all those places - there was also the David in the W50s, the Unicorn ABS with booths on W80th and so many others... much slutty fun! "Torso" actually WAS a gay skin mag - a bit less vanilla than Playguy or Blueboy, but no way near as fun as Honcho or Drummer... my hubby was a big fan of Torso and Advocate Men - both kind of annoyed me, because there they were, supposedly porn for gay guys but they only showed soft cocks and only the gluteus maximus, never the hole or even a hint of it... didn't they think there were any Tops out there?

Exactly @hungrypighole now I confidently go on BBRT and hit up the dudes who list themselves as "huge." Since I don't top AND I'm hung small I have no idea what it must be like for them, but I do know that when I was concerned about keeping a tight hole, I would have to tap out even with average guys who were just eager. Once I got fisted, I knew there was no turning back. Now I get guys who pound away, have a great time, and end with, "Wow! you can really take some dick!" I'm proud of that. Also, I'm stealing bulltwat. That's fucking hawt, bruh.

If this site had been here in the late 80s, I was soooo super toxic, and would have loved to fuck as many men as I could raw!

Before reacting to the actual thoughts you have laid out here, I first want to acknowledge the emotion that you express. I'm sorry that you are feeling these things and the associated sadness/negativity/fear/disappointment. Those are not easy emotions to bear. I hope that you can sense the care and solidarity that I am projecting through this imperfect medium. Regarding the post itself, I could tell you about how I - and so many other tops like me - are maximally turned on by a guy your age, how we project the essence of masculinity onto bodies like yours. (My whole life, my cock has has tended to get hardest and most needy for men 10-20 years older than I.) However, I suspect that these types of reactions wouldn't do much to assuage the gnawing feeling of creeping mortality, the "tooth that nibbles at the soul" as Dickinson put it. I wonder if you might find more comfort among these questions were you to look for - not answers, per se - but solace in community rather than sexual drive. For so much of my life, my sexual hunger as been the primary grounding force. If I am sad, or broke, or confused, or disappointed, my cock need always grounded me and helped me feel like my true self. That drive for pleasure has been so reliable that it has helped me wrest myself from some very rough times and situations, and brought delight and wonder back into moments that were otherwise very bleak. It's also been omnipresent with my joys and accomplishments, and a way to celebrate achievements and life markers. However, after I lost a very dear friend to suicide almost two years ago, I too was plunged into periods where I would ruminate on mortality and the nature of consciousness. I was dealing with grief over my friend and preemptive grief for others, also speculating on what might happen to my own insights and experiences when I reach the end of my life. These feelings were hard to deal with on their own. Yet when they became accompanied by a decrease in sex drive, I really felt like I was loosing my bearings. The hunger to fuck had been a force that kept me feeling definitively me. After circling around these emotions in seemingly repetitive gyres for several months last spring, I was lucky to have my mood recentered by opening up to those close to me, and leaning on old friends. Like righting a capsizing ship, their care and solidity gave me leverage to get my own head screwed back on straight. Prioritizing time well-spent with these good people has allowed me to surf on the chaotic big questions of life instead of getting overtaken by a series of waves. I sincerely wish that for you right now. As an added bonus to really feeling the support of these people, I have also reignited my sexual urge. I just started barebacking last month, and it is also opening new avenues of lust, pleasure, insight, and understanding about myself, my body, and my place in the world. Let me be the first person to offer you a big hug with no expectations for any outcome, other than giving you the space to feel safe and cared for long enough to take a deep breath. Be well, good man.

Fuck yeah. When a cumdump Gs out somewhere someone can fuck it, that's usually the reason why. So they can get cumdumped by some random guys. The real whores admit to doing it on purpose and the closet whores use it as an excuse to get bred by strangers. Some Gd out whore in a bathhouse is likely trying to get wrecked