Baretop4ever

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Yes, absolutely! Although I have a stable life with responsibilities, timetables and principles, and a ratio and mindset having been shaped in the course of time, everything melts down when I’m horny. I would see it from two points of view: 1. when I’m not horny, I can think clearly, and know how horniness can become a distraction, and could shift my focus from my responsibilities, and obligations to people within my social ties. Apart from that, when I’m not horny my mind makes a big difference telling the men that I find hot apart from those who I wouldn’t feel attracted to at all and wouldn’t even dare touch… or telling me every other reason why I shouldn’t fuck now, shouldn’t fuck a particular man, shouldn’t fuck on particular times when other business is waiting etc… Ratio also forces me to idealize or romanticize sex and to look out for the ultimate perfect fuck. Resulting in seeking for an illusion, declining potential sex partners who don’t meet that ideal… 2. When I’m horny, I’m totally free from social ties, material and worldly thinking and I’m most close and connected with my innermost drive and feel the force to follow my sex drive - and any cost. Every other aspect appears like interesting decoration on the side, but not as real commitment. My instincts directly tell me without any inner blockages, what I’m designed to, what I made for, and that I’m supposed to fuck and spread my seed in the first place. Fuck the ideal encounter with the perfect man or any other illusions, just fuck whoever possible, Fuck as many as possible, whenever possible. Because it’s not only pleasure and fulfilling horniness, as my ratio would tell me. When I’m horny, I remember all the reasons apart from horniness to have sex… The company of understanding fellow bare mating partners, the need to inseminate, to exchange affection nonverbally, and thus to support your fellow mate what they are and to receive the support to be the primal driven cum spreader that I am. Horniness changes the way how I see men with different eyes. Ratio orders whom I should fuck and whom not, and when … horniness makes me wanna fuck indiscriminately the next best man whoever, as long as he spreads his legs for my cock or bends to offer his rear entrance. I happened to breed men driven by primal urge, and often, when I came back to my senses, my ratio afterwards asked me “Him??? How could you?!”. I happened to decline men whenever I wasn’t horny and found myself fucking them when I couldn’t take that craving to fuck anymore… I often declined men who hit on me while night clubbing when I was just out for the soul sake of clubbing and nothing else mostly and arrogantly thought, “You?! No, never!”. I met some of them sooner or later in the bath house - where I frequent to when I’m already in that state being helpless in the face of my own horniness. I was often very surprised how i was the one pushing them to copulate with me no matter how often I had said “No!” before… i’m afraid, there’s not exactly a little amount of bottoms in town who might think I have a split personality… 🙄 Sometimes I think, my ratio and my horniness are like the famous angel on one shoulder advising me morally and the devil on the other shoulder pushing me to get naughty…

That's a definition of spirituality for me... hats off to beautifully putting in words, what is so tough to express ...!! And regarding rubbers... they are like institutions framing and limiting something spiritual that's supposed to be wild and free...

Very interesting and moving to read. I thought of something similar while I was chatting here last night and browsing around here on BZ I stumbled over your moving post. The moment we are inside of each other is a magical moment when the world is standing still, time becomes endless, space becomes a world where only you and your fuckmate ever exist and and the sexual act becomes a small magical world within the real world. In that moment it really doesn’t matter anymore who you are, who the guy is you are having intercourse with. In such a moment we can forget who we are, who we have been before and what we are going to be tomorrow. We are just allowed to be the primal primitive driven beings that we are. In such a moment I love to be someone else’s hook up, lover, husband, boyfriend, brother in arms, best friend… Various levels that we can feel for each other throughout the whole time from the beginning of penetration, the first kiss, until we shoot our loads inside of each other. I may not see him again, but all the dimensions of those impressions, familiar or new, will remain. and we can share so much of this without even mentioning a single word. Without even knowing each other's name necessarily, ... a wink, a nasty smile, and within a second you know you can share a world with him for a moment. Fuck, hell... I felt it even fucking mates in dark steam rooms, even without having seen their faces... I felt their devotion, their craving responded to mine. What you cannot see with your eyes, your dick can make you feel it being inside of someone else. Your fuckmate feels your devotion feeling your semen inside of him, even if he doesn't see your face. It's a kind of magic that is destroyed the moment you have to do the "technical paperwork" in agreeing to use condoms, putting them on, having a hard time with putting them on, the constant feeling of a foreign object still distancing the fuck mates, while a fuck is supposed to unify for the sake of inseminating.. and the condom slipping off, or the constant concern if it'd slip off... well: a hot encounter is definitely everything else but this crap. ... in the worst case ending up in forgoing the fuck completely and agreeing on doing something else or giving up the fuck before it has even started... The focus on the actual magic is completely lost from why we're actually doing all of this ... Like the famous story where some village people found a source of healing water, and started to worship it, attracting more and more visitors, building a massive building around it for worship, making a pop cultural hype out of it with intense marketing and money making, without realizing the source has dried out already long ago. In my younger (naiver) years, I thought there was a special understanding between gay men in general. That was far from reality, especially with committed condom users judging others without having a notion of the connection as I mentioned above. What I have mentioned above, I have only felt with fellow barebackers... we gift each other so much non verbally... maybe even without realizing it... the connection that needs no words and doesn't force you into words by going through the how-to's of condom use... We just see, we feel, we cum...

I think, those groups within the gay community Who despise cumdumps are either of those, who are just afraid of their very own need of cumdumps, I.e. their need for sex just for the animalistic sake of it, but aren’t able to admit that out of shame … or they are just good at judging others without seeing where they themselves are at fault (e.g. those who judge a lot about others, while they themselves have a lot to hide). Either way, convinced cumdumps shouldn’t be bothered by them. For me, cumdumps like you are neither trash nor guilty pleasure. On the contrary, men like you are gems! You give tops a meaning, you support us in our deepest desire and inborn force to spread our seed wherever, whenever possible. You offer to fulfill what men like me produce our cum for. Whenever I’m horny to the core, it’s men like you who spare me the stress with looking out for a Fuck match (that rather ruins the horny mood) and help me focus coming to the point, skipping any drama and just let me be the primal raw fucker I am … it’s because of guys like you why I go home, balls drained with a stupid grin and just feeling safe within the emotional frame I belong to. I gain a lot of encouragement from that to live the man I am and the way how that boosts and effects my confidence for daily life is priceless. While I fuck random holes I just thrust and think of my own lust, and I shoot inside without caring much, The main thing is that it’s inside and not going wasted. In that moment, of course, that man is nothing but a hole for my dick to use - but I’m aware those guys are not only bare naked physically, but also expose all of their vulnerability and availability and that’s very much to offer. Very often afterwards, when I come back to my senses, I sometimes wonder if that guy is aware of how he did me a lot of good… I’ve never ever been topped, and I can only imagine apart from the lust, what effort it takes to offer your hole for a long time to any and many men. Guys like you have my highest respect. Some guys have been cumsluts since the very first time they had sex, and some needed time to become the sluts they are today. In any case such processes need overcoming of social, cultural or sometimes even internalized moral or religious ties… (I can only imagine thinking of my own process overcoming shame, anxieties and ties to finally love and live breeding anon wild around). My respects go out to those having gone through such processes in order to become the holes available for anyone. It may be easy to be a slut… But it’s not always easy to become one. From that point of view, the initial post question can also be asked the other way round: what does a cumslut think of the members of the “gay community” (whatever that may be considered as) who still haven’t overcome shame, societal or cultural ties and are still far from living out their innermost primal needs (who end up lying to themselves, cheating etc)? Spot on! Nothing else to add.

Thanks a lot for the kind words... But I must admit that certain experiences just force you to develop and move on making mature decisions, so credit definitely doesn't go solely to me. I think likewise, especially since it's also a matter of your health, i.e. the health of a top in general when you enter a hole and notice if "prep work" has been done by the bottom or not. And even in this case, I struggle with the balance of fucking the next best hole brainlessly, or to consciously care if that person has done prep work... the latter option forces me to "think" again, switch on the brain in order to be cautious, which again doesn't go fit with my actual intention to fuck inconsiderately dick driven come hell or high water... it's a tough balance to take care of without ending up in thoughts chasing my own tail (symbolically speaking). But having said that, (and coming back to the initial question) I'd be the last one to judge or blame a bottom if a mishap happens and my dick gets full of other unexpected lovely things than my own cum... I've met many bottoms who had done their prep work and still something happened and they couldn't stop apologizing and I've met bottoms who just didn't care... in the latter cases I have to remember, I went for it, I knew the risks... which is why I almost only fuck in those darkrooms or fuckjoints of bathhouses or at my home where I always have the option to clean up and go on ... I just do my part since it's up to me to care for myself and not up to others, i.e. the bottoms. Or in the summer at lakes or beaches known as cruising areas... there's plenty of water to clean up. But even then, it does happen that I become that helplessly horny and can't think straight anymore, and forget to care prior if there are cleaning up options as mentioned handy and go fucking brainlessly as soon as I can with the next available hole in heat, come hell or high water... exemptions make the rule! And to come full circle, there'll always be any kind of limits or inhibitions when you select a hole to breed, I think that's just nature. But exemptions and doing my part keeps on helping me to handle and work off my choosiness on the way to the goal to fuck ANY hole.

Exactly, I noticed the same. Even here it’s the difference how people present themselves online and face-to-face. On dating apps I met guys who were fond of meeting to have sex and when we finally met and were supposed to go for the real thing, they were like “Oh it’s not all about sex, there are more important things in life, let’s just get to know each other first and have a coffee and talk!” And I’m like: why are you actually wasting my time?? The options to actually practice fuck'n'free sex (instead of just discussing it out online) where I live is changing, with dying out men only bars with attached dark rooms. I experience more and more loud voices of moralizing gay couples attached to heteronormative lifestyle who shame single gay men who love to live dick driven. It’s also irritating when fellow gay men degrade activities like cruising as something for "second class people", and I get the feeling this criticism is voiced more and more, forgetting that cruising was a refuge for men who needed sex with men in times when it was less accepted or even punishable, and forgetting that cruising is a tradition on its own that supported gay emancipation and helped to keep it alive and reassured many gay men that they are what they are.

It’s also tough for me to fit into one of those categories. In terms of “gay lifestyle”, It is tough for me to get what is actually meant with that. As we see in this thread, many interpret that term differently, as I do, and I agree with every kind of interpretation made so far … I love to frequent happening places (gay resorts, Bathhouses, cruising areas, clubs, bars, Gay organizations which are not connected to sex in the first place) but mostly to meet like-minded men, for the sake of enjoying same activities coming from the same motivation. And I appreciated that gay scene throughout my early years after coming out for being a refuge for someone who grew up in a small village with hardly any fellow gay men to exchange with before, and I’m happy to welcome the younger ones of today the same way as I have been welcomed once when I was young and insecure. But is it a “lifestyle”? It’s rather a part of my life, since my life consists of more than just “gay things”, no matter how much I love them. For me it’s not about having sex for the sake of gay lifestyle (however you would define it)… rather looking out for gay themed events or gatherings for the sake of those, but Having said that, I’m the first one to undo my buckle if I meet anyone at those places who happens to be as horny as I am and would be ready for a fuck, whenever my dick reacts and sex drive awakens. But that could happen at any other place as well, if opportunity arises, no matter what kind of “lifestyle” I’m engaged with. what drives me the most about sex is the sex drive itself, and integrate it into my personal lifestyle. Just like integrating any other primary interests in your life. Having said that, you never know where that leads you to. Because... You and I are on the same page, tallslenderguy. Yes, there is the purely physical (and usually Lust-driven) act, which is a necessary act we are compelled to indulge in. I also believe that there is a deeper, even more satisfying level of exchange beyond merely Breeding. I have experienced it a number of times, and it's real for me. That kind of "mating" is always so very special when it occurs !! True, absolutely. Many encounters remain anonymous, and they still benefit a lot more, as already mentioned here. I love to be used, as some have stated here as well, just with the feature in my case as a top that I love being used as a breeder and cum provider. Sex with various nameless strangers is for me additionally a social connection with like-minded men and it fulfills me to practice that connection through sex. The fulfillment that a bottom provides me, and that I hopefully provide him (it means something to me to leave my encouragement in the shape of my seed in him), and the reassurance that we are what we are, and that we're fuckin' great at that. I’m eating out of it even for days after the encounters and just feel energized. Also by randomly copulating we can be for one another companions with the same goal, brothers in arms, maybe lovers just for the moment, share a taste of those sentiments just for the moment without exchanging a word, just flashes of feelings within that out-of-this-world-moments of intercourse. At the end of the day, it was still just a random fuck, ignited by pure horniness, with someone I'm never to meet again, but even a random fuck with a faceless bottom can have a long lasting effect. And every once in a while a Fuck partner ends up becoming a friend, a long-term buddy or even a lover. So there are various reasons to have sex, but sex drive rules first and i’m dick driven in the first place, keeping in mind that the first fuck with someone can have the potential to be the beginning of a journey with him. Coming back to above, could it seem that certain guys fit into those three categories you’ve listed up since it’s a virtual world, where many people communicate differently than in real life…? at least I’ve understood that you are talking about guys you met here in this forum. I believe some people focus online on certain things much more, like being pozzed or being into drugs. I suppose it would be totally different if you would meet those very same people in real life, where you would recognize many more facets about them.

The kind of butts that I lust for the most are those that look round like apples… I just love am ass with an athletic round shape. Having said that, my current and greatest aspiration is to fuck anyone without prejudice. In the past I have declined possible options for having sex with several men for various reasons, and sooner or later for one reason or another I did regret that later or due to some strange circumstances we still ended up fucking with each other. I only then I realized, how great the sex was with them, and how stupid I was to reject them before. That’s why I try to live up to the policy of fucking without prejudice. When I’m horny, I’m supposed to fuck and breed, for the sake of having sex in the first place, no matter with whom. And I love the imagination in theory, that every dick could be capable to fuck and breed any hole. Something I appreciated about sexuality was always freedom… The freedom to have sex the way I want with whoever I want. That was part of the process of coming out as gay. When I finally came out, it was tough to realize that it wasn’t the outer world anymore that was cutting off my freedom, but me myself, by being choosy, turning down potential sex partners for superficial reasons. It is legitimate to choose whom you wanna fuck and breed and whom not. But it always bothered me that I didn’t really feel free this way. So sometimes, I feel like testing my freedom and broaden my limits. So often, e.g. when I’m helplessly horny and dick driven and go to the bathhouse or to a dark room, I say to myself I’ll fuck with the very first man who would be ready to offer his hole, no matter what he or what his hole would look like. I hardly regret where I’ve been inside of so far. So coming back to your question: especially in a dark room or in a dark steam room of a bathhouse, those are opportunities that I love to take as a challenge in order to test my freedom and broaden my limits and enjoy the freedom that I thrive. At such places I don’t decide whom to fuck, I just keep in mind that every hole is there to be bred and that’s what my cock is made for and that’s what I am born gay for. I fucked holes that I hadn’t paid much attention to prior simply in order to switch off my brain and prevent it from thinking too much if I find them attractive or not. I focus on my sex drive to let me go ahead. In other words, penetrate before you think too much, and be it the first or next best hole. And it was worth it, since many holes turned out to be perfect fit and great greedy cumdumps that I’m happy to have bred. The simple fact that he has a hole waiting to be filled up with a load and the fact that I have a dick able to provide it. And that both of us are there driven by sex drive and ready - reason enough to be a match. Sometimes, at group sex occasions, or when there are several guys offering their holes in a dark room or a steam room, I just love to have my dick inside of several men, just for the sake of being inside of several random men. I don’t decide in whom to cum, I love to keep on changing fuck partners, and to let my dick shoot when I just cannot take it anymore, no matter into which bottom.

True 😅👍🏽💦 it’s like a lottery ticket! At least, one time I spotted someone in the train during a ride, and we clicked on eye contact and we found each other through a dating app that convinced that our instincts (and horniness) were right. We were texting with each other throughout the train ride, and were confirming to each other how horny we were for each other. The compartment was full and they were even families, it was annoying us and making us the hornier. After reaching final destination, We fucked in my hotel room later. But still hoping for the day, riding by train and to fuck on the spot.

Lucky you!! It is still on my bucket list to fuck in an ICE on a long distance route. And you were lucky enough to do it in the cockpit with privacy. Although there are countless groups for this on those dating apps to meet up in trains, I never managed to settle for an encounter, especially since I was traveling frequently for work reasons in the past. I often travelled with a Boner wetting my pants just dreaming of hot encounters (at least I was able to release tension when I reach final destination and found someone there). And mostly the compartments in the train were to fall in order to get intimate whenever I was traveling. One day I want to breed someone during a train ride!

I am grateful for your appreciation and your encouragement. What should I say… I had no one to teach me these things, and these things are not something that you would learn at school.… Life is the biggest teacher.

That was very moving to read. Only a few people are lucky to have this kind of once-in-a-lifetime-connection, with an impact and fulfillment to last forever, and many people can only dream of that. I feel honestly happy for you. For years I thought my very first time was already the best sex I’ve ever had (details in the Sex with clergy thread). But not only because of the act itself but the combination of various details about that made it impressive to have an impact to last. (The very first time, a sexual act that changed my life from closeted to out and proud, a deep brotherly bonding with that man, the very first person that I opened up myself to ever all my life, he had a perfect body and a perfect dick and a perfect hole as if he came straight from those high production porn movies with actors like perfectly built fashion models, it happened during the hottest days of a summer season, which makes it appear like summertime love In the memory, and as I was freshly out of High school and had free time since I was waiting for admission to University, it was a time when I didn’t knew of any daily stress of working life or any other adult responsibilities, … the whole setting appeared like a holiday romance and made it appear carefree and perfect). I had a hard time making more and more sexual experiences throughout the following years, since I couldn’t help comparing it to the very first time and disappointing myself unnecessarily. Tellin' me! I had years of sex life characterized by unsatisfying sex with condoms, making me fuck hardly, but only once in a while, or sex within monogamous relationships, where the sex dried out sooner or later. It was frustrating and made the very first time appear more and more perfect and out-of-the-world-like and almost unreachable to experience something like that ever again or with someone with at least close to the bonding i had with my first man… I really thought for years, I had the best sex of my life already behind me before my sex life even started. I don't even wanna start with the disappointing experiences with dating apps... When I finally decided not to compromise in my sex life anymore, and when PreP was released in Germany, I started to have sex the way I wanted, and therefore, the best sex I so far had in my life was from September 2019 until February 2020 (when the pandemic started). 5 months, being almost every week in the bathhouse, hooked up in between whenever I could, and spent the late summer of 2019 almost every day with outdoor cruising in the sun, barebacking the hell out of me with anyone available. That included every kind of experience, good and bad, but it wasn't a certain encounter, but a whole time period experiencing sex on a certain way I had never done before, which was memorable. The pandemic gave it a break, but at least the bath houses are open again and i’m getting in full swing again and I'm full of ideas to go for more and try things I've never done before. I think, the key is if you have sex the way you want, the way you deserve, the way you are designed to and the way your sex drive demands, every encounter is a new chance to have the best sex in your life. So therefore, I had the best sex in my life in a memorable way, and it’s up to me to going to have "other" kinds of best sex again. The doors are open, and I’m pretty sure I will. Exactly! Had to learn that in a year-long process. No encounter ever can be compared to any previous or future encounter. That's it !! My thought exactly 👍 In my case, it's the sex drive itself and the hope, "is there more?" that has always driven me.

Great to see here how you guys handle the term “addiction” and own it. Wish I had known or at least heard from guys like all of you earlier. In my case I would say, sex is a helpful and necessary addiction. I was accused of being sex addicted, and was often advised to do something to “cure“ it, I’ve been shamed for that… it interestingly came from people who suppressed their own desires and couldn’t believe in living them up freely, or were even jealous of the way how I lived it up. Accusations came from former lovers/partners, but also by people for whom it shouldn’t have been any business (friends, or even or couples (gay or straight) who considered their lives to be exemplary role models….). Had to learn on my own in the course of time, "If I'm addicted, then I own it, I love it, fuck you!" and to be proud of it and be shameless with pride. Anything can end up into an addiction (job, a hobby, sports etc), if you handle it neglecting other aspects in your life, or damaging your health. But so far, sex only benefited my health the moment I started to live it the way I desired (lots of it and with lots of men, enjoying the variety of encounters and the uniqueness of each man). So it's less a damaging addiction, but a "cure" itself, if dosed the right way... and sometimes you have to increase the dose no matter which cure... I’m uncompromising about fulfilling my commitments towards job, Friends or family, and I do have other hobbies and interests or social connections, and they function. Having said that, sex is for me everything combined: hobby, interest, nutrition for the soul, energy source, spiritual practice, and definitely an addiction that I enjoy very much… And there's the social aspect by having lot of sex: some people connect socially by clubbing, sports, movies, dining, to hang out with similar minded (which is I do with “ordinary” friends or family). My peer groups and social places also consists of men that I share similar experiences of upbringing, sexuality, love, life planning or finding our position in society as non-heteronormative men, or lust and sex drive. Be it close friends that I occasionally have sex with, fuck buddies, hook ups or generally the guys I meet at cruising areas. All of them are like-minded men. I don’t connect with them socially by dining, movies or conversations in the first place - we connect socially by having sex. There’s so much understanding and support being exchanged non-verbally by fucking. Sex is the vibe where we as like-minded men meet with a human touch. If needed, we may exchange conversations and thoughts after the sex, depending on how close we are, but sex is the main tool how we communicate and give each other what you always give one another while interacting socially: the support and fulfillment of being what you are. I get it then and there with those men (or men like you here in this thread) like nowhere else. For me it’s even a necessity to regularly fuck at first sight with strangers in order to connect on a primal raw level and to support each other to feel our wild natural side again, free from emotional connections or a common past. That makes the act pure and even kind of innocent, since you don’t know each other yet. That resets my brain and mind every time again in order to start afresh with my life‘s challenges. In short: for me, having lots of sex with lots of men is a lifestyle, and a mindset, an energy booster, social activity, maybe call it a religious practice. It’s necessarily addictive, cause it keeps me coming back for more again and again, because it’s each time like being born again. And most of all, it’s fun! It’s a passion. It’s only an addiction in a negative sense or hypersexuality for those who don’t understand the various benefits sex can provide and don't have that priority. But apart from that, I love men, I love being gay, I love sex, I love sex for the sake of having sex, no matter with whom, I love being helpless in the face of my own sex drive, I love fucking brainlessly again and again until my balls are empty. Why…? … because it’s simply right. Period. The more men I breed, the more I’m living my best life. I have to do it, again and again, there’s no other go. If it's still considered an addiction - hell yes! Gimme more!

That's true, it's like a mental journey flying on various vibes, on every new encounter you don't know on what level or to which high you're going to fly next. It definitely depends on the bottom that I fuck'n'fill. I'm grateful to every bottom who is aware of that, as you do (cause not everyone is, unfortunately...). Keep it up!

Oh, come on, you just wanna hear, what rubbish I'm going to say while cumming 😉🤣 Jokes apart, THIS is my definition of a perfect breeding adventure! Hopefully one day we could go on a breeding mission together. It's one thing to go out having fun on your own, but it's something special to share that with a BreedBuddy who clicks on the same vibe... It's on my bucket list to go out with a BreedBuddy and see at the end of the day who will have filled more holes... and sharing that fulfillment about having executed the same mission.

I wish I wouldn’t think at all during sex and would just switch off my brain and fuck brainless on every encounter. Only in rare cases, when the act itself or the guy/guys was/were extraordinarily hot, I remember having sex without thinking anything at all and seeing the famous stars. Those were encounters when I didn’t even realize when I would start to cum or if I already have finished cumming. I would just keep on fucking like an animal, not realizing my dick has already stopped shooting. During those moments I don’t even moan but I also use to say weird things that I don’t remember afterwards, and my bottoms remind me of the stupid things they claim me to have said 😄 (One of those things were e.g. calling the guys I was fucking names of other guys I had in mind… 🙈 … or making proposals to be my fuck buddy forever… suddenly switching the language that I was speaking making my bottoms irritated because they couldn’t understand me anymore… 😶… or whatever). I love this kind of out-of-your-mind-sex, in the retrospective they appear in the memory like some diffuse fever caused delirium. I wish there was a formula to ignite this very kind of brainless sex in which you wouldn’t think at all. This only happens unplanned and without control, all on its own. Apart from that, when I do think something, or even think too much, it reflects many of those that has been stated here in this thread before.

Had my first time with a Catholic priest. I was a closeted altar boy then, struggling with myself denying that I was gay. The moment we met I realized the erotic sparks between us, as he was a hot hunk. A friendship grew, we had interesting hour-long conversations throughout the next days and weeks, and when he told me that he was gay, I was in shock, thinking of my own struggles. He was everything that I had been denying to become, but secretly dreamed of being: out of the closet, proud of it and owning it, with experiences of gay love, relationships and gay sex. He encouraged me to live my best life as a gay man, and he convinced me not to get lost in watching porn and to dream away my life, but in fact to become one of those fuckers that I was dreaming of being. And that I would be able to find love with a man one day. I was young, naïve, scared, insecure, terrified of coming out, but he didn’t stop convincing me patiently, cause he saw a potential in me, that I was keeping on denying. For weeks we didn’t speak out what was already obvious: that we’re horny for one another and would sooner or later end up in bed together. The thought was scary - I was afraid of being gay or becoming that if I would give in to lust, and I was afraid of sinning with a priest with all my religious conservative background. All of that made it the more hot and tempting. I once asked him, if he doesn’t see any issues with being a priest and having sex. I was amazed about his reply: “The circumstance that I’m a priest has never changed or reduced the function of my dick!” He never forced me into anything and respected my limits, but at some point, neither of us couldn’t fight it anymore… It happened finally all of a sudden, one trigger and we couldn’t rip off our clothes and rush to the bedroom fast enough, I experienced with him for the first time the state of being primal, animalistic and brainless, and the time frame during sex, when time stands still, like being in another world, being another person, forgetting everything what you had been before, only to live for the moment and only to live to fuck like there’s no tomorrow. The magic of being driven like by an outer force, and to give in to sex drive, losing control… It was magic and I’ll never forget how many stars I was seeing being inside of him. That was exactly 20 years ago. I still get emotional (and hard) thinking of that. That very fuck changed my life. The literal point of no return. He taught me to love myself and to own my desires and to be proud of them, and not to give a fuck what others think. He convinced me to see me being gay as a gift, and to enjoy gay sex the way I want unapologetically. And not to fear it as a sin, but to see the joy of gay sex as nature’s gift. Since he has moved away, we are hardly in touch anymore, but I owe endless gratitude to him for my today’s self-esteem, for all the men afterwards, that I met, that I loved, and that I fucked.

5 hours by train from Cologne to Berlin (570km Across Germany), late summer, 2019. Met him online, both of us understood pretty soon that we click similarly: cock driven, always horny (especially during that late summer time), ready to fuck on the first date. But the main point was: at that time, I had never been in Berlin before, and met that guy from Berlin online by chance. He spoke with enthusiasm how welcoming and horny the guys use to be there, and assured me that I would have a hot time there, apart from getting to know the city. So I planned a short vacation for some days for sightseeing and sex, and I had nothing to lose. If we didn’t get along well in real life, I thought there would still be plenty of fish in the water 😁👍🏽 Arriving there, we got along well, and he was the first fuck mate of several to follow throughout the holidays there before I went back home.

True, that pic even looks like as if every guy is of the same age within their 20s! (Although the pic looks hot!) A great group orgy should be full of variety - at least one man of every adult decade. That would be an exchange of age, wisdom and experiences, physically sealed by breeding each other.

Grew up in the 90s with messages of safe sex with condoms, so anything without condoms naturally felt “unnatural”. But I hated condoms the hell out of it, putting them on was painful, killing the mood and horniness entirely. And while fucking I didn’t feel anything, I couldn’t tell the difference down there if I’m fucking a man or a wall … but since the fear of diseases remained, it became that much senseless, that I ended up hardly fucking anyone anymore, but only once in a blue moon. Then there was porn, I was thirsting for and painfully longing to be one of those men breeding inside of each other or tasting and swallowing the juices, especially since I loved tasting my own and hardly dared think of how someone else’s would taste. Then there was my first time bareback was with my Ex, in my last monogamous relationship where I felt safe. It was relieving to fuck without the stress of handling condoms. And I didn’t count on how it surprised me, how proud it would make me to know, someone else is carrying my seed. I learned to love to breed - and realized, I was in a monogamous relationship, where the sex was dying out. At this point I realized, my life was actually fucking me without condoms… Then came prep - my sincere and heartfelt thanks to all the scientists who made prep possible, and shout-outs to all the bottoms, who moaned their support and appreciation into my ears when I bred them, as well as to all those passionate shooters, whose juices I was honored to suck out and swallow and made me feel as if I was drinking from the holy grail. Still Can’t believe I never saw this awakening and addictive side of sex before. I’ve been sexually active for 20 years, but only since my late 30s, I was actually starting to experience “real” and natural sex, simply because it was bare. PreP became available here in Germany since September 2019, and I’m sure I had more sex throughout the following six months (until the pandemic started) than for the last 20 years altogether…

3, 4, 9, 13, 15, and if 16 + 17 + 18 are frotting (can’t really figure that out from the pic), then I’m each of the three. Btw, I love that pic! If there’s anywhere something like that going on with as much guys, I beg of you, please let me know…

as a top, it depends on the mood and the situation, and the fellow mating partner / the bottom… it’s kind of different according to the shape of encounter itself. Sometimes, if I’m hot and horny for someone in particular, I love to fuck and enjoy being inside of him as long as possible, to fuck him every way possible, and I love my body to be a part of him through intercourse. Unloading into him is just the natural outcome and a must. It’s about being close with him, marking him and having him carry my seed which would make me proud eventually. Sometimes I love to fuck from one man to the next, e.g. while group banging. Then I’m more for quantity than quality, sex becomes a fulfillment when sharing it with as many as possible, then it’s about fucking in the first place. I’d let my dick go free and decide on its own, when to unload, no matter in whom. I cherish the memories of group sex, when I fucked almost everyone in the room but was so dizzy that I don’t recall, who finally got my load - and it doesn’t even matter. As memories can be tricky, it still can appear as if I have cum with everyone, which feels incredibly fulfilling. Having shared a load with one of the group thus feels like having shared it with everyone there, as long as I’ve made sure that I have fucked with whoever possible. And sometimes there are times, when I’m not horny, not in the mood and hardly think of sex (yes, happens, too, at times 😁), and there’d still be a bottom reaching out just to have his hole bred. I don’t mind if I happen to be the next available and handy servicing breeder, just to drop pants, deposit my load in him, get my pants again and go home. Sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do 💦

I have to thank you guys - I’ve been around here on this website for sometime, haven’t posted much, but have been a frequent and enthusiastic reader, which is why I felt addressed by the openness that you have offered before in many of your posts in various other threads.

Oh damn 🤣 and I thought I was already fluent with English 😅