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I haven't. But then my circumstances being what they are I have never really been lucky enough to burn out on it. I have had GFs, new relationships, where we would have sex several times a day and then fuck ourselves asleep at night. Women are like bottoms, you can't outfuck them. Bottoms are more fun though. A younger and much hornier me used to get a craving for guys and hook up several nights in a row but it was usually a one and done (not always) for the night. Not near the sheer quantity of sex that I would have with women. Quality now, that's another story, there is just something so satisfying about gay sex that is lacking with women.

I have a slight preference for smooth.But I will happily fuck a hairy ass. Freshly shaved is cool but stubble I don't like.

No, never did, but I have called several of them and usually scored.

I have never taken a monster cock but then my experiences as a bottom are limited. Most of it was during the first 2 years after I started having gay sex. My first top was probably average although he felt huge in my ass and so fucking good. When he first tried to enter me it hurt so he backed off and we made out while he worked a couple of lubed up fingers into me. I told him that I was ready to try again and he slid right in. I felt stuffed but no pain and it was pure heaven when he started fucking me. I was sore the next day but it was mild and more erotic than anything. My second cock was a couple of months later, a trucker I knew slightly, and he was on his way home from a long haul. There was a truck stop out of town a few miles with a bar and he was in there. I had heard rumors that he was gay, one from a source I considered reliable. We drank a few beers and I asked him if he wanted to smoke some pot. We went out to his truck and got into the sleeper. After we got a buzz I asked him what he wanted to do next. He said he had a few ides and I put my hand on his cock and said "me too." We fucked. We fucked regularly for a couple of years. He was tall and muscular and his dick, while a little bigger than mine, was not in the "huge" range and damned sure not in the "Monster" range, it was probably proportional to his overall body size. There was a young cowboy looking guy who had been talked into going to a more or less gay bar by a couple of his gay workmates. One of the workmates fucked me in one of those P.U. truck bed mounted campers that were popular back then in the '70s. One of the guys seemed like an jerk so I wouldn't let him fuck me. They started pressuring the young cowboy to fuck me and I certainly was not opposed to the idea. So the cowboy and I went back in the camper and I locked the door from the inside. I got the guys cock out and got us undressed. He had a really nice cock, not all that long but fat (not beer can sized just noticeably girthy). He was nervous as hell and finally told me he had never had sex before even with a girl. I finally got him relaxed and hard enough to get his cock up my ass and he came in probably 15 seconds. He was probably the biggest dick I ever bottomed for and he still was a long way from porn star material. I was his first gay piece of ass and I hope he had many more,

Yes! Well said. My only quibble is about recreational drugs. I don't regret my use of coke, acid a few times, pot and alcohol. Age 30 I gave it all up and moved on to other things like hiking, backpacking, mountain climbing, motorcycles, etc. And a few other things I'm not going to talk about. I would also add: -If one is bi don't shy away from your gay side. I missed so many opportunities because I was too inexperienced to pick up on the signals. -Read, read, and read some more. I used to subscribe to Easyriders, High Times, Soldier of Fortune, various Hot-Rod magazines, Kitplanes, hunting and outdoors magazines. I read 4-5 books per week. My advice to a young me would be to cut back on Steven King and other garbage books and read more of the classics, more stuff like the Odyssey (greatest adventure book ever written), Virgil's Aeneid, other Greek and Roman masterpieces, right on up to Nietzsche, Mark Twain, and others through the centuries. Also read Science Fiction, Roger Zelazny's "Lord of Light" is an absolute masterpiece. Reading focuses you and helps you to know yourself and your purpose. It grounds you in the lifestream. Oh, and definitely read the Bhagavad Gita. -Never pass up a piece of ass. Especially a gay piece of ass. Seek it out.

Hell yes I remember him. How could I not? He changed my life. I was in a large city far from home with my GF, we were staying at her mother's place visiting for a week or so. One day I went for a walk alone and stopped in a bar for a beer. Friendly place, all guys. One beer turned into several as they often do when you are in your 20s. I ended up at a table with a guy and he clued me in that I was in a gay bar. I'm an adventurous guy so I decided to see where this would go. The gay dude was handsome as hell, about my height and weight. He slowly escalated things, like telling me I had a hot looking ass, briefly caressing my cock through my Levi's and telling me how big it felt and then after several beers proposing that we go somewhere for some privacy. I was turned on as hell although I had never even considered gay sex before so I left with him thinking I would probably get a blowjob. Well, I got a hell of a lot more than that, I ended up leaving hours later with a couple of loads in my no longer virgin ass. I went back to my girlfriend and after a quick shower drug her back to the bedroom for a good fuck. My appetite for adventure has almost gotten my killed on a few occasions but it has also lead to some grand times. I don't remember the guy's name but I remember his face, his cock, and that he was a real nice guy who kind of counseled me and gave me some guidance to deal with the maelstrom of emotions I would go through in the days after. I was really lucky to have someone like him initiate me into the pleasures of gay sex.

I agree with this 100%. In pre-industrial age Europe and N. America Girls were commonly married by 14 or 15. I had sex with a girl for the first time at 15. She was 14. It damaged neither of us a whit. For me it felt like a rite of passage, I realized I was entering adulthood. I wasn't involved in anything gay back then but I don't believe it would have had any deleterious effects if I was. And it damned sure is none of the government's business to try to dictate morality. There was a stain of puritanism that entered this country during colonial times and it persists to this day. I simply cannot wrap my head around the conviction some have that they have any right at all to impose their morality on others.

I don't have any real standout physical features. I am not overly muscular in my upper body. My dick is nothing to be ashamed of but is not big enough that a bottom is going to write home to his mom about it. When I was younger I used to get compliments from both men and women on my ass but compared to some of the absolute masterpieces (hee hee) on here it is mediocre. Hell, if I had any poetical ability at all (I don't) Taggedslut's ass would inspire me to wrote a poem about it. I had really muscular legs from running and hiking at one time and I think that accounted for my somewhat nice ass also. So I guess I have to rely on my skills. I have good oral skills, my ass eating, kissing, and BJ skills are excellent as is my pussy munching skills. I tend to cum rather fast if I just fuck so I have learned to pull out and kiss or eat ass for awhile, or roll the bottom over into different positions, or withdraw and go ATM if the bottom is into it, anything to delay the inevitable. I used to cum with good volume so that's a plus. GFs and some guys tell me I have intense sexy eyes but I think that is because if I want to fuck them I am not shy about eye-fucking them in admiration first. That's not fucking them in the eye, it is fucking them with my eyes LOL. Ah well, we can only play the hand we are dealt.

I answered 8 inches. Then I dug out a tape measure and looked at how big 8" really is. I think 7" is a better answer. I have sucked some that no doubt were 8+. I have never given enough of a damn to measure mine but I think it is certainly less than 7 but I still have guys tell me it's big. It's maybe a half inch more than what seems to be average, and I have played with enough dicks to kind of have an idea about that. GFs always act impressed by it but if I have learned nothing else about women I do know they can't always be trusted on such matters. I think gay guys might tend to be bigger than average. Straights tend to think of gay men as being effeminate, most are not and are, if anything, overly masculine. That's my theory anyway. One guy I remember from an ABS several years ago had an enormous cock, not only long but girthy as hell. I sucked him off one time and there was no way of deep throating that monster, half of his cum ended up on my face because when he nutted it just overwhelmed me. Another time there were several of us hanging out playing in a "movie room" in that ABS. I watched him fuck a guy, it was impressive, the guy had a hard time taking him but the big dick stud was gentle and took his time stretching the bottom out and they accomplished it. Two or three us us spectators then had a go at the bottom, I think I was the last and he was loose and very slick with all that cum squishing out around my cock. It was fun and one worth filing away in the memory banks. As a top I don't pay too much attention to the size of a bottom but if they are noticeably large I like to fuck them facing me, either missionary or cowgirl, so I can enjoy the view.

Damn me if that ain't one sexy ass.

I haven't kept up with the modern internet very well and my phone is a flip phone relic of a bygone era so no apps. There are still 2 ABS I know of in the area but I have to drive quite aways to get there. There used to be one a a few blocks from where I live and that was nice but it shut down years ago. There was also a bar where the gay crowd hung out, it wasn't exclusively gay but on Friday and Saturday nights you could usually score there. It seems to have slowly changed over time and now is a redneck bar. There are still some good cruising spots around, truck stops and rest areas, and a kind of nature park area I have gone to for years. Damn, I miss Craigslist. ABS used to be everywhere. When traveling I would see them from the freeway, pull into one and give or get a BJ, then went I pulled in for the night hunt one down and pick someone up to take back to the motel. At 71 I have let modern tech pass me up. I really do need to remedy that.

I am new to this forum and don't want to get into any arguments so what I am going to say applies to me only and what others do or think is their business, not mine. OK, about cheating. I've been married to a woman for almost 30 years. I meant my marriage vows and kept them for about 15 years. This is in regards to other women, I knew when I got married that I would continue to have sex with men. They fill a different need for me. I tried to limit it to getting and giving head and when I would fuck a guy I usually used a condom. I also got tested often, I was on a first name basis with a couple of the personnel at a clinic where I could get tested anonymously. Later on I was going bareback more and more, I figured as a top my chances of catching HIV were fairly low. My wife tended to use sex as a weapon almost from the beginning. She would get angry about something and withhold sex for a month or 6 weeks. It happened more and more as the years clicked by. I began having affairs with other women, which is cheating, although I don't consider sex with other men as cheating on her. Finally about 11-12 years ago I figured out that every time I went back to having sex with her I was just setting myself up for it to happen again so I quit having sex with her, period, none. I still have needs so I sought out other women. And of course men. Lots of men. Bareback only since I didn't have to worry about infecting my wife. A relationship with a woman makes cheating, by either partner, rather more serious because of evolutionary programming, a man does not want to unknowingly raise another man's child, and a woman risks losing the resources a man can provide if he's banging other women. Yes, I know modern civilization negates a lot of this but the programming was wired into us from the Paleolithic through the iron age until recently. Also, societal expectations are not to be completely discounted. If I am going to enjoy the benefits of a community then I am not going to break their rules lightly, I have obligations to that community, just as Socrates did 2500 years ago when the PTB in Athens sentenced him to death. He could have easily fled Athens but didn't. Male on male sex doesn't involve these issues. I have never, and never will, get into a committed relationship with a guy. I really dig sex with guys I have been fucking for extended periods but while the sex can be fucking excellent actually living with someone is something else entirely, and that's where trouble starts. I'll keep it casual, thank you, no promises given and none asked for, and I will seek sexual variety.

Wow, some of you guys are really piggy. I've fucked in some bad places but not as bad as some of you. I was passing through Council Bluffs, Iowa once and stopped for the night. I went to a local ABS to try my luck. I had screwed a guy the night before in (I think) Evansville, Indiana, picked him up at an ABS and took him back to my motel room. Hot ass, nice fuck. Following night in Council bluffs things were slow, mid week, not much action at the ABS. Finally hooked up with a guy who wanted me to go back to his apartment to fuck. I followed him there and it was obvious that we weren't exactly in the best neighborhood. We entered the building and it was a dump, guys passed out in the stairwell, others passing around 40s of beer and smoking something in little glass pipes. The guy I was with seemed to know them all and they were saying shit like "oh boy, homey gonna get some tonight." One guy says damn this dude got a nice ass, another says he must have a big dick too or homey wouldn't be bringing him home. Others were trying to sell us drugs, the guy I was with just told them no, we're good, don't need nuffin. We went up the stairs to about the 3rd or 4th floor and then down a hallway to his apartment. He opened the door and the smell hit me. Garbage everywhere, fast food bags, beer cans, wine and liquor bottles. We walked into the kitchen, it was bad. There was a syringe on the table amongst the garbage. He asked me if I wanted to get high. Umm, no thanks, I'm good. He went into the bathroom and a couple of minutes later came out, I'm sure he probably shot up some dope in there. I was standing there looking around in amazement, this was not exactly the social setting I was accustomed to, he came up and started trying to caress my cock through my pants. Problem was it had retreated so far into my body as to be undetectable due to an extreme case of paranoia and my entire body and soul screaming get out of here, NOW. I told the guy I wasn't feeling well and left using a different set of stairs that came out on the other side of the building. Another time at a truck stop in Arizona. It was summer and the lights of the truck stop attracted swarms of some kind of big ass beetle. The pavement around the fuel pumps was yellow/orange color from all the bugs being ran over. They stunk like hell. I went into the bathrooms and they were gross. I stepped up to a urinal and pissed, then noticed a guy checking me out through a hole in the shitter booth wall. I turned toward him and shook off my rapidly hardening cock then asked him if he wanted some of that. He opened the door of the booth and I stepped inside. He was a nice looking guy, well dressed, and had his pants down. He turned around and presented a sexy ass so I fingered him a bit and asked him if he was clean. He said yeah, I'm just here looking for dick. So I went down on him for awhile then lubed us both up and we fucked. Those big gross beetles were crawling around everywhere, even landing on us as we fucked. Someone pulled the door open and a couple of truckers stood there watching us. I slapped away a few bugs, grabbed his hips and buried my cock as deep in his guts as I could get and flooded his hot ass with my cum. I pulled up my pants and left the stall, another guy entered to take up where I had left off. I hate bugs. But I like ass more than I hate bugs. Another was a mobile home I bought real cheap in a trailer park. My plan was to clean it up, fix whatever needed it, and flip it. This place was gross. The carpet had evidently never been cleaned, it was full of grease, cat piss, dog shit, baby shit, and who knows what else. The smell was ammonia like and made my eyes water, I could barely stand going in it. It would actually make me nauseous. Our usual approach was to strip the carpets out, paint the floor with a couple of coats of Kilz paint to seal in the smell, paint the walls, fix plumbing and wiring, new carpet which I bought in the form of remnants from a carpet store for pennies on the dollar, and then sell it and carry the note myself which was the real money maker. I had a fuck bud who I used to hire to do most of the work. I was showing him what I wanted done and he said it was undoubtedly the grossest place he had ever worked on, but he still thought we should knock off a quicky before he started and we could do a real fuck after he had it cleaned up, got to break in those new carpets ya know. He deep throated me until I was hard and then I tongued his hole while getting him ready and bent him over the filthy bathroom sink and sunk myself to the hilt in his hot fag ass. Our fuck was hot as hell, I think the grossness of the place made it more erotic, the feel of his ass against me, my balls slapping against his, it was one of our best fucks ever. I came and then stayed buried in his ass until I softened and pulled out, my cum gushing out of his fuck hole. He went down and started licking me clean while jacking his sizable dick and soon he came on the floor. I told him to add that to his to-do list, clean cum from bathroom floor. He laughed and said "yes boss." I've been in ABSs that were pretty bad. But that odor of cum and man sex is like an aphrodisiac to me and draws me in.

I've never had sex with a relative. Closest I came was a female cousin. I was out of high school but not yet in the army so I must have been 18, my cousin 2 years younger. We were alone together just hanging out. She was a beautiful girl with a hot body. She bent over to do something and the view was just so irresistibly tempting, nice ass. long blonde hair braided in a pony tail. I grabbed a handful of ass and told her she made my dick hard. She giggled and turned around and said she had already noticed that. She leaned in close and we kissed, a long wet kiss with lots of tongue. Then she pulled away and looked at me with those big blue eyes and told me "I love you cuz, but not that much." That cracked us both up and we laughed it off and didn't mention it again until about 10 years later. I had been out of the area and hadn't seen her for awhile so I stopped by her place to catch up. She had been married for a couple of years and had a son, then got divorced. Her boy was off somewhere, probably pulling the wings off of flies or torturing a cat or maybe robbing a bank, he took after his dad, not his mother. My cousin and I were sitting in her kitchen drinking a couple of beers (this was before I quit) and laughing and reminiscing about our youth. She asked me if I remembered making a pass at her. I said I did. She said it was tempting for her and if I would have persisted she would have probably given me a BJ. She said "I was pretty good at it even at that age, but I was trying to keep my virginity for a husband." I asked her if she was a virgin when she met her husband. She said "no, cousin "X" (mentioning my older brother by name) took care of that my senior year of high school. Damn I was disappointed, not only had I missed a chance to have those sexy lips wrapped around my cock but she had given up her virginity to my horn dog brother. Oh well, the gods work in mysterious ways sometimes.

No, I don't. We haven't had sex in over a decade.

When I first started having gay sex I bottomed for the first two or three years. I did not like having my cock played with while getting fucked. To me it seemed like getting bred was the most erotic thing ever and I almost always stayed hard through the fuck and it didn't take much to make me cum. I would sometimes stroke my own cock when I knew the top was about to cum so I could cum at close to the same time. But otherwise I didn't want my cock touched even by myself. I would sometimes have prostate orgasms without touching myself, starting with several small ones until I finally shot a load of cum and as someone else commented, they didn't slow down my libido at all and if the top hadn't yet came I would stay aroused until he did and even afterwards and would lick the cum off of his dick and other piggy behavior. I'm now exclusively a top and my former experiences as a bottom makes me more aware of what bottoms like so I usually leave their cock alone although if they are on their back I find the view of a big cock erotic and will sometimes play with their balls while I fuck them. Very little is a fixed rule for me so almost anything might happen depending on the bottom and my mood. I love it when a bottom is on his back and stays hard while we fuck and if he cums I am guaranteed to follow very soon after. But most times the bottom is ass up and I am enjoying the view. It seems to me that most guys go soft while getting fucked but that is OK because I know he is enjoying it as much as I am, maybe even more. I have never encountered a cock cage on a bottom. That looks like it would be a turn on for me as a top. Damn, I love gay sex. It never gets boring for me like hetero tends to do.

I have been subjected to two ATTEMPTED rapes. The first was scary as hell and got very violent, both on the part of the wannabee rapist and myself. Even though I came out it with only minor injuries it fucked with my head badly for awhile and made me much less trusting. The other incident was just comical and was more of a case of the "rapist" role playing without letting me know what was happening and turned out positive for both of us. The first incident, the bad one, happened in an ABS several miles out of town. I was in the area for the summer working on a job. I had been to this ABS several times. It was usually busy although it was in a rural area with no large cities nearby but had the advantage of being within driving distance of 3 or 4 small towns or smaller cities. A lot of those country boys were on the DL and looking for what they weren't getting from Betty Sue at home. I was happy to help them out. I had got to know the guys that owned it rather well, they were a gay couple and were good people. They liked to play around with the customers at times and I had fucked one of them (using a condom because this was early '90s and AIDS was very much a concern at the time). He invited me back to the office and we fucked while his partner kept an eye on the store. He was a very hot black guy and total bottom. One night I arrived at around 10:00-10:30PM and after saying hi to the owners I went into a 2-man booth in the very back of the video room. I was watching gay porn and the door opened and a smiling black guy asked if I wanted company. I invited him in and everything seemed cool at first. He was a little shorter than me but was built like a tank, huge biceps and wide shoulders and powerful looking. I already had my cock out when he came into the booth and he soon pulled his out. I went down and started giving him a blowjob. He soon pulled my head up and with a grin said he was really looking for a little more than a BJ. I hadn't bottomed for more than a decade and to complicate things even more I had a hemorrhoid operation a couple months before. I explained that to him but he was insistent, saying he wouldn't hurt me but there was no way I was going to risk any damage so I forcefully told him NO. It was like flipping a switch, the nice guy went away and he went into a rage. He pulled me to my feet and slammed me against the wall and pulled my shirt open ripping all the buttons off and told me I had better get my pants off before he started breaking my bones and knocking my teeth out, using every racial slur you can call a white guy who has sex with other guys. My adrenaline valves were wide open and my fight or flight response was turned to max. Since he was between me and the door flight was impossible so I started yelling. That really pissed him off and he spun me around and clamped a hand over my mouth. Things were happening fast and details are kind of blurry but while he was trying to overpower me he had one arm straight out and was bracing on the wall, I somehow managed to hook my arm over his and pulled down on it hard and kicked his legs hard causing him to lose his balance and fall face forward against a small shelf under the video screen where they kept a roll of TP for cleanup purposes and where customers could put their clothes or a bottle of poppers. It stunned him and I pulled his head back and slammed it face first onto the edge of the shelf several times. That took the fight out of him and he fell to the floor. I stepped over him to the door and got the hell out of there fast. I ran out into the main area, my shirt ripped and covered in blood, both his and mine from a nose bleed. The guy behind the counter was trying to ask me questions and I just said something about that bastard tried to rape me and headed out the door to my truck and left thinking the cops would be there any minute and I wanted to be somewhere else. Two days later the cops hadn't shown up to arrest me (I don't know why I was worried about that since I was pretty anonymous, management knew my first name but that was all), so I went back out there after work to apologize to the owners and find out whether I was kicked out forever and what was happening regarding that night. I talked to the owners and they said no apology was needed since it probably wasn't my fault. I explained what happened. They said they had trouble with this guy before and he had explained it away as having too much to drink and he turned on the charm so they had let it go. Turns out I had broken his nose and knocked a couple of his teeth out against the shelf. He had tried to claim I had assaulted HIM. The guy was in the army and was working as a recruiter and didn't want the police involved or his name in the news. The guy had gone back to the ABS the next day whining about his injuries. The owners banned him from the store. The whole thing was terrifying and really rattled me mentally and emotionally. I'm not a fighter by nature and avoid trouble. I had gotten very, very lucky, I could have easily been badly injured or even killed by the drunken psychopath piece of garbage. He was much stronger than me and outweighed me and while I had some training in the army I am not really a trained fighter. My last fight was in the army 20 years before and I didn't do real well in that one. What helped me that night was being in excellent shape due to hard physical work, lots of running and physical training, and packing heavy chainsaws and heavy packs up and down steep mountains. But still, outside of luck, I could not have handled him It made me a lot less trusting of other people even now, 30 years later. I find myself constantly looking around and hyper aware of possible danger. I have always been somewhat introverted but after that night it became really hard to be in a crowd. Some social situations, especially if they involve alcohol or drugs, almost give me a panic attack. I told a former GF about this and she said it was something women deal with constantly, being smaller and weaker the realization that some a-hole could really screw up their day is with them constantly. In my case I don't want this to sound like it wrecked my life or made me afraid of other people because it didn't. In small groups and especially with close friends I am usually the dominate personality, even though I am an introvert. But it did have lasting effects, not all of them bad. It caused me to develop an extreme abhorrence of violence. It made me much more aware of how my actions affect others. I think I came through it a nicer guy than before. I have played at S&M when a sex partner requested it but my heart isn't really in it and other than some light kidding around it is a turn off. And I absolutely will not play at being a masochist. Never! And for those wondering, no, I did not develop any fetishes for this incident, just revulsion and disgust. I have only talked about this with one other person, a former GF. This is the first time I have ever really opened up about it to this extent, I have kept it bottled up and probably have a degree of PTSD about it. The other incident I mentioned? It was just funny and ended up being erotic. Another ABS, several states and several years away. A pretentious little sidewalk command dressed in leather and trying to act like a badassed biker stepped into a booth with me and started playing tough guy. I was mildly amused and decided to see where it would go. He was telling me how he was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not and he was going to make me like it. I thought it was cute and decided I would like to fuck HIM. I played along for a bit until he pinched one of my nipples really hard, I pushed his hand away and told him I don't like my nipples played with, which I really don't. He grabbed for it again so I picked him up by the front of his biker jacket and held him against the wall and explained that I was a top and if he wanted to play I had a motel room down the street and would really like to fuck his hot little ass and if he was into that let's go get it on. So we left together and both had a very enjoyable evening. He left several hours later with a couple of loads of cum in his sexy ass. It's a memory I cherish. I guess you could say he ended up raping me with his ass. And I did like it. Very much.

This term used in this way is new to me. I have been at this gay sex thing, off and on, since the 1970s. I have used the term "side piece" often, usually in reference to women other than my wife. Guys that I meet briefly and have sex with are "pick ups." Guys who I meet on an ongoing if sporadic basis are "regulars" or "fuck buddies." Some guys over the years that I have met on a fairly steady basis I sometimes refer to as "side pieces" and they sometimes refer to themselves as such, I think it is an ego boost for some bottoms and I know it certainly is for me because the better we get to know each other the more fantastic the sex is and I enjoy them thinking I am hot enough to be worth going all out for sexually. And I really like knowing that they are enjoying me as much as I enjoy fucking them. I have been with guys who are "sides" in the sense it is used here, i.e. no fucking. I never had a term for them although I have known several bottoms who did have terms for them, not usually flattering, they detested them. But yeah, I have hooked up with guys who were sides, not expecting it until it happened, and usually just go with the flow and engage in a jack-off session with them and when I'm about to get a nut ask them if they want me to cum on them somewhere. Sometimes they do, one guy I remember wanted me to cum on his cock so I did and he used it for lube until he nutted. It's slightly fun but frustrating for a man like me who lives to fuck. I don't go back for a repeat. I am not condemning them for it but we are really playing two different games. And I can understand why bottoms would want nothing to do with them since bottoms are all about loads (which is why I get so turned on by them).

I seem to be on a roll lately. Some of you guys talk about going into heat. I must be in rut. I got a piece of male ass last Saturday, as detailed above, my first in quite awhile. I woke up Monday with a hard dick and thinking about getting some. Bingo! A lady I've been fucking on the side for years called and she asked me if I wanted to come over to check her plumbing. That's our code for fucking, silly I know but it is based on something that happened several years ago when I really did help her unclog a kitchen sink. But I will post about that in the straight/bi forum, or not. Yesterday I drove over to a neighboring city for a Dr. appointment. After I left the doc's office I headed to an ABS to see what I could get into. I arrived around 11:30 AM just in time for the lunch crowd. I went into one of the "buddy" booths and fed a fiver into the video machine, found the gay section and turned the volume up enough so that there would be no doubts about what I was into. There was a guy in the booth to my left and he soon slid his cock through the glory hole and I gave him a blow job until he came in my mouth. He zipped up and left the booth so I turned my attention to the booth on the right. There were two guys in there with one naked and on his knees giving the other a blow job. The guy getting sucked was obviously into leather, he had on studded fingerless gloves and leather pants pulled down under his ass. They also seemed to have some kind of S&M thing going, the leather jock was verbally abusing the submissive and pulled out of his mouth and slapped him on the side of his face and ordered him to turn around. The leather jock pushed his fat cock up his partner's ass and after a few strokes he very verbally came. The bottom licked him clean and the top then pulled him up and kissed him deeply. The bottom got dressed and they left together, obviously a couple. What a couple of disgusting pigs I thought, my cock rock hard and ready to explode just from watching them. I turned my attention back to the booth on my left and there was a guy in there jacking off. "Need some help with that" I asked through the glory hole. He stuck his cock through and after sucking him for 20-30 seconds he flooded my mouth with a nice load which I swirled around in my mouth to get the full taste. He had really powerful cum and I could feel his sperm cells numbing my mouth as they penetrated straight into my cells. He left and I watched the videos for a few minutes after inserting some more money. Another guy entered the booth on my left and after starting the video with some straight porn he started rubbing a very large bulge in his trousers. I noticed he was black and since he seemed to be ignoring me I assumed he was probably straight. Someone entered the booth on the right and soon had his cock out and through the glory hole. It took him awhile to cum he finally fired load number 3 into the back of my mouth. I turned my attention back to the black guy on my left and he had a huge cock out. He was definitely what the term BBC is all about. I stuck my finger through the hole in the universal signal for I want your dick. He fed his cock through and into my waiting mouth. He smelled and tasted sooo fucking sexy. It didn't take him long until I was swallowing a huge load. After that it was slow for about 10 minutes and then some guy entered the booth to my right. He was in a suit and tie. For some reason guys dressed formally really turn me on and I love dominating their hot asses with my working class cock. I asked him through the glory hole if he was looking for some action. He asked what I had in mind. I told him my cock in his mouth and maybe his ass, and to get his girly ass over in my booth right now. He did and carefully hung up his coat and took off his shoes and trousers, neatly folding his trousers and placing them in a chair, got to keep up appearances back in the office you know. He sucked me for awhile then I turned him around and started licking up and down his ass crack before concentrating on his pretty little pussy. He pulled out some lube and I worked some into his asshole and then lubed my cock. I was soon buried to the hilt in his ass and began stroking. One of the reasons I like sucking dick and playing around for awhile before fucking is because it gives my body time to adjust to the excitement of gay sex and I can fuck for awhile instead of cumming almost immediately. After awhile I started fucking him with hard strokes, slamming into him, and by his reaction and moans he was enjoying it. He moaned that he was going to cum and that set me off and I came soon after. We cleaned up using his white silky hanky and started getting dressed. I noticed we had attracted an audience, there was a guy watching from the booths on both sides. I drove back home with the taste of cum in my mouth and my dick still half hard while thinking about my pleasant hour and a half just spent in that den of degeneracy and perversion participating in extremely enjoyable activities that would utterly shock my wife if she knew.

Usually #1 but also use and like the other techniques. #4 is usually an accident when I am about to cum too fast and want to pull out for a little while to make it last longer and end up cumming anyway so I just slide back in to finish. It's also hot to pull most of the way out for the first wad and then bury myself all the way to finish. The head of my cock swells up a lot just before I breed a bottom and gets real sensitive which is why I usually get as deep as I can and just hold still and cum while cussing and my whole body quivering. One fuck buddy always wanted me to pull out and cum on his hole then push it back in with my cock but he was tight so I would just go balls deep and breed him. Once I start fucking I am not too inclined to pay much attention to what a bottom wants, it's all about me at that point, just cum and then wipe the cum off of my dick on his cock and balls and be done with it.

Yesterday. Local cruising spot outside of town a few miles. As I pulled in another guy was just driving out. He gave me a big grin and a thumbs up so I knew something was going on and he was leaving happy. There was a car parked but I didn't see anyone around so I parked close by and walked back to the car. No one was at the car so I stood there looking around. Then I heard a guy whistle and when I turned he calls out "over here." He was about 50 yards away in a little grove of trees and when I got there he was laying face down and naked on a blanket, guy about mid 30s or so. "Like what you see?" he asks. Yes I did, very much. He had kind of a dad-bod and a nice ass. I went down on his hole and it was immediately evident why the guy I saw leaving looked so happy, this guy had a fresh load in his hole which I happily licked clean. He asked if I wanted to fuck him and I did, him laying on his side with me laying behind him. I shot a very enjoyable load as deep in his ass as I could get. I got my pants back on and left. I hope he got serviced by a few more. I've had an intermittent hard on all day thinking about him. Us old timers might not get out as often as we once did but we enjoy ourselves when we get a chance.

I probably average about 3 or 4 minutes. Sometimes 10 or 15 minutes, especially if I have already came not too long before. Some situations, like glory holes or public restrooms, I cum in under a minute, sometimes in just a few seconds. When I was a lot younger I often came real quick and then sometimes just kept my cock in his ass for a bit and then would start again and last quite awhile before getting a second nut. But at 71 years those days are just a pleasant memory of former glory. But anyway usually just a few minutes, as I proved just yesterday at a local cruising spot.

The first time I got fucked raw was the first time I had gay sex. I have told about this encounter elsewhere on this forum. This was back in the 1970s before anyone had even heard about AIDS. Condoms were not a thing back then even with the ladies, which I had fucked a lot of before I got around to sex with guys. This entire hook-up was unplanned, I was in a city far from home and went into a gay bar without realizing what it was. A guy hit on me and I went for it thinking it would be a one time thing. It wasn't. After a couple of years bottoming I met a complete total bottom and topped for the first time, raw of course. That hot and sexy little bitch made me a commited top. We got together every chance we had for over a year. I would have crawled across several naked and horny centerfold models to fuck his sexy ass, LOL! On one occasion the two of us ended up in bed with a girl and I fucked him with her watching. After I came he proceeded to give her a good fucking with me watching, my cum oozing from his ass as they fucked. I, being the gentleman that I am, proceeded to clean up her wet pussy with my tongue when they were finished. It was a nice night, the girl wanted a repeat but it never happened.

This describes me. I always had a strong sex drive but it went into overdrive in my late 30s and early 40s. I seemed to constantly have a hard-on and could fuck several times a day if I had a chance. I would go to an ABS after work and almost always scored some ass. I also like to suck dick and swallowed a lot of cum back then. I know there is probably no scientific basis to this but it almost seemed like the more cum I swallowed the more gay I became. I was exclusively a top by that time but I also loved sucking dick.

As a top I'm not exactly small, above average actually, at least I've never had any complaints along those lines, but some of the hottest bottoms I've ever fucked have had big dicks, even bigger than mine. I love planting my seed as deep in their ass as I can get knowing they are going to absorb my cum and it will make them even more gay.