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On 7/23/2024 at 3:33 PM, imoneof said:

Well I am bisexual bottom and married for 40 years. I sucked off a total of 7 guys yesterday. Yes they all where dark meat. I try to stay away from white cocks. Because in a city of 60,000 sooner or later I might end up with someone same circle of friends 

I’m inferring that by sucking black guys that automatically means they wouldn’t be in your circle of friends?  🧐

13 minutes ago, jeffie said:

I sucked a guy in his car at a park and ride in broad daylight. Guy in a worker truck pulled up next to us and started watching. I didn’t know until I eventually looked up and saw him there

You didn’t suck the worker guy?

If I’m the cock-sucker then it’s the cock-owner’s choice.  But my preference is to feel the shaft and head thicken and harden and pulse as he pumps, taste the consistency and flavor of him, and swallow at my leisure and for my pleasure.  

34 minutes ago, Falls727 said:

I love having the whole cock in my mouth. The feeling of him forcefully shooting his thick cream down my throat sends chills down my spine. Just last evening, I met up with a retired army veteran and I had a great time breeding his ass multiple times. I asked him if he would like me to suck him dry. He said he would love that. I slid my fingers into his sloppy man cunt and I sucked his cock like it was I was mad at it. The look in his eyes as I fingered his prostate and sucked was one of complete bliss! I could hear his breathing increasing as he moaned louder and louder until he screamed shooting his baby batter, three, four, five times down my hungry throat. That is how I served my country, through mind-blowing oral sex.

Thank you for your service.  Army vet here; just saying! 😈🐷

I had to travel to South Florida last week ahead of my husband’s arrival; he was finishing a work product when I excepted a consulting job out of the blue.  The original plan was he would stay behind, finish his current gig, and join me Friday night or Saturday morning at the latest.  CrowdStrike intervened and his planned flight to meet me was not only canceled he couldn’t get out until Sunday afternoon.  Finding myself alone in South Beach I was a total slut the entire time until he finally arrived late last night.

By the time he got in I had given 14 raw loads and I had taken six over those few days.  In my defense, I didn’t know most of the guys names; both the top and the bottoms.  Most. 

My ass was full of two strangers’ loads when he got in last night. My argument is that it made it easier for him to shove his huge cock in me; I was just being considerate right?  I enjoyed the taste of him and the other guys on his dick when he was done unloading and I was cleaning him off.  At least one of the other guy’s cum was unusually strong-tasting

My last load?  Both giving and taking were with him this morning as I left for my gig and he left to the pool.  I spent the day with my ass full of his cum; I wonder if he’s been slutting around with any of the other hotel guests all day while I was working.

Enquiring minds want to know!

I was in the army.  I’d had many men suck my dick but had never reciprocated.  One night I was drunk on leave; I decided to suck a buddy’s dick but had no intention of taking his load in my mouth.  Unfortunately he was very quick-triggered if he had a mouth around his dick; it was a complete surprise.  I was further surprised that I not only didn’t mind it but also it didn’t fuck with my head that a guy had cum in me.  
 

It was a long time after the army that I used guys to get off again; even longer until I fucked one, even longer than that until I sucked another one, and finally I liked it and even tried taking it up my butt.  And somewhere in there I really got into it; and here I am!

22 hours ago, Bokkierob said:

One of the biggest cocks I sucked that night was an American dude. I heard his accent when he was giving me verbal. “Take it deeper, more, suck it, I’m gunna cum, fukkin swallow my load, keep swallowing” If it was your buddy, he had a beautiful, thick cut cock and he shot powerful jets of thick man seed down the back of my throat.

He has a beautiful thick long cock, huge balls, and shoots like a super soaker but he’s uncut.  You’d know if you had his cock down your throat or up your butt. 

On 6/9/2024 at 8:12 PM, hntnhole said:

The only problem was/is, the "flagging" systems changed so often, guys really had to pay attention to the latest variation .... 

And we all know paying attention is a rare trait in fellow homos and men in general.  🤣

On 12/3/2020 at 2:46 PM, BootmanLA said:

Pushing this to the top: Is there any movement on the notion of "seeing if someone's negativity is shared by others"? 

I've apparently pissed off someone here, who's decided to go downvote post after post of mine. I have no idea if he's trying to drag down my reputational points or just acting out. Even if I "ignore" the user, he's still apparently free to flag my posts with a downvote, regardless of what I wrote or the topic or whatever. 

I realize it's kind of pathetic that he's so bent on something so petty, and I should just quietly laugh to myself at how pitiful this is, but it could have longer term impact on here. I can cease engaging with the twit, but that won't stop him from trying to torpedo my posts.

Curious @BootmanLA if/how this resolved.  I read a post this (frustrating for many reasons having nothing to do with this site) morning where someone (possibly you) analogized this to high school.  Aside from once again being grateful that I did not experience such in high school I’m a new member here, learning the ropes, barely familiar with the controls in place, and have once or twice used the down-vote to express my opinion or displeasure.  Now I wonder if that is more than a simple reaction and should be considered an RMD (Reaction of Mass Disrespect). 

For most of my life before my husband the laughter was only if there was a malfunction of some sort; not any joyous laughter that I remember. The first time my husband (to be) fucked me we both laughed during and startled each other; it was joy for both of us.  After the fourth time in a couple of hours we had nothing more in the tank(s) figuratively (and literally) we were laying back still panting on sweat-soaked sheets and at the same time both of us laughed.  Then we were both startled.  Then we broke into huge laughter.  Finally when we got ourselves to where we could talk a little he looked at me and said, “FUCK we did that GOOD!”  I asked him, “‘that’ meaning only one of the four?”  And we were laughing hysterically again and it was explosions out of both of us of huge joy that had been only expressed in our fucks and sucks and kisses and touches but not enough to release and share it all.  

MANY times in the years since we have collapsed after sex; and then at some point we both laugh with that same joy.  Rarely with a play-mate; usually à deux.  
 

And our persist use of “that GOOD” and “those GOOD” are our private jokes.  

On 9/25/2021 at 1:19 AM, SpectreAgent said:

Sex is fun. It’s the most fun and pleasure you can have with your own genitals - and others’. Why wouldn’t I laugh? And I’m frequently laughed at when I’m naked. When I was a stripper, the crowd used to shout: “Get ‘em on!”

I may have made that last bit up…

Which part “might” you have made-up @SpectreAgent; the part about being a stripper or the part about your audience’s reaction? 🧐

When I’m getting fucked I want a MAN fucking me; verbal and strong.  That may not necessarily be dominant beyond in control of himself (or fighting to maintain control of himself); but it means him verbalizing his intent and his actions and following through!

I didn’t do it by choice; it happened by accident.  I was well-indoctrinated as gay by then, several years after my divorce, and very single.  I got a call out of the blue:  “Sherbourne?  It’s [his name changed] Carter.  I’m in town and could use a place to stay.”  It was a surprise, it was presumptuous, and it made my balls burn with desire.  
 

“Carter” was the hottest man I’d ever seen.  He was as a captain when I was a lieutenant; and he was my immediate superior.  He was tall, built, handsome, masculine as hell, hung, and tough as nails; he was tougher than the Marlboro man!

Many gallons of my cum were shot at velocity fueled by fantasies of him years later; I might have blown a wad thinking of him that very morning in the shower.  You see we had for some time had the odd circumstance of showering at the same time.  At the time it didn’t arouse me; after my “awakening” those memories of his hands all over his soapy bod, his dick and balls hanging as heavily as mine, his deep unaffected voice as we talked like two guys which is what we were.  
 

The kids were in bed already.  “I have a spare room that’s a total mess but the bed’s good.”  He thanked me and said, “I’ll pick-up some beer” and asked me what my favorite was.  
 

Cut to the better part of two six-packs downed and neither of us was feeling any pain.  He mentioned a guy we served with who got booted for being “a fairy.”  And fueled by Anheuser Busch I told him he was talking to one.  He didn’t miss a beat and told me he’d “used fags plenty” and proceeded to take his time adjusting himself.  I’d seen the porn version of this scene; I knew what to do.  
 

I blew him while he sat back and never touched me or even moved other than his lips with derogatory dialogue about me loving his big fat rod and wanting his swimmers.  It was true.  
 

Then … he passed out.  Cold.  No load; nothing just out.  If he wondered in the morning how he’d gotten to the sofa-bed in the spare room (fireman carry) or why his pants were open and down and his dick was out he never said a word.  The next night he declined a second beer; “Gotta watch myself or shit happens.”  
 

He left the third day and all I had was the taste and texture of his big dick.  

On 7/12/2024 at 4:36 PM, Bibttm said:

Beat me to it!  Closest I’ve found.  But the embroiderer idea is a good one. 

17 minutes ago, BootmanLA said:

I'm not necessarily opposed to group gay debauchery. I absolutely refuse to be around meth-ed out Xers, which is pretty much all of what I see at circuit parties. 

Minimal; the consequences were high. 

On 7/17/2024 at 6:27 PM, BootmanLA said:

I'm glad you had a good time. But a "very very long circuit party" sounds like torture to me. 

There were many escapes while on the ship; and trips and shore excursions and activities every port day.  It really was great; but if you’re not into group gay debauchery then likely nothing you would enjoy. 

1 hour ago, AirmaxUK said:

Many words have been written on our frustrations with how people act on the hookup apps:  More flakes than a bowl of Raisin Bran. 

Recently I've advertised a motorcycle for sale on eBay, Autotrader, MCN and Facebook Marketplace. 

I was struck by the parallels:

• First enquiry was someone trying to scam me into giving personal details out including c/card. 
• Second enquiry was from someone dead keen, but then ghosted after the initial message. 
• Third one was a guy who wanted lots and lots of detailed photos - and when I obliged he said it was "too far to travel". 
• Fourth guy was again really interested and wanted to visit to do the deal but couldn't commit to a date/time. 
• Fifth one was again a  first initial message but then ghosted. 
• Number six arranged to come and view the bike but never showed up. I called to see if he was having difficulty finding me, and he claimed he'd visited and I hadn't answered the door.  (I was actually in the front yard so I would have seen him if he showed up) 
• The latest showed up today but with only *half* the money - and his negotiation tactic was that the cash machine ran out of money and would only give him this much so I should accept that as his offer because he came 'all this way'. 

All strangely familiar... I guess it's just human nature or me getting grumpy and intolerant in my middle age. 

The other option is of course to trade-in at a dealer or use a service like webuyanybike.com - where you get roughly 60p on the £1 for what it's worth. That feels like paying to get fucked!

Rant over. Normal service is resumed.  

I firmly believe that the median IQ is declining … rapidly.  Any of us who have raised children recognize the behavior you describe as that of an undeveloped brain, a teenaged or college age boy for example who “reasons” something absurd and is surprised when someone of actual intelligence doesn’t fall for it.  Curmudgeon?  Maybe.  Realist?  Cynic?  Certainly!  Gullible?  Not on your life!

Julian DiLorca.  I was in my early 30s; a ten-year “convert” to getting off with men.  I was probably four years into fucking men but had never been fucked; sucked but my ass was off limits.  “Converted” meant starting to get off with men in the Army.  It was convenience and damn good way to get off with little hassle.  Anyway one particular really hot masculine bottom fuck-bud I had one day out of the blue started massaging my ass when we were giving me time to recharge after a fist fuck.  He’d always been complimentary of my hairy bubble butt but that night was different.  He had what I thought was a frighteningly huge dick (until I hooked-up withr my husband; then I knew what HUGE is!) and I had never even had a passing thought of getting fucked much less by him.  But we were blissed-out and out of the blue in his very deep voice he asked, “Are you ever going to let me stick anything other than my tongue in here?”  Call it the endorphin rush, something primal with his deep voice and oozing masculinity but I said, “Promise you’ll drive me to the ER and stay with me afterward?”  Two hours later I was begging him to fuck me a third time even though my hole felt like a dump truck had backed up in there and ripped me apart.  I was covered in my own cum and filled with his; what hadn’t run out of my stretched gaped hole.  Oddly I never saw him again and never talked to him again after the next day.  He had left on a business trip to Asia and was just poof gone after that.  I admit that as time passed I rationalized my decreasing interest in finding closure as my wrecked hole convincing me it was for the best.  But I’d like to know; ya know?

On 7/11/2021 at 12:01 AM, BootmanLA said:

Mind you, it's always *possible* on a smaller ship that the gay group has booked the entire ship and coordinated with the cruise line to have nothing but open-minded, if not openly gay, staff crewing the cruise. But I wouldn't count on that, particularly on any ship that has a passenger capacity over, say, a thousand.

My husband and I went on an Atlantis cruise last year; two of them strung together.  We went from the eastern Med out and around up to the UK.  The ship was chock full of gays and it was like a very very long circuit party; only this was a luxury circuit party.  The ship was excellent and the shore trips were well-organized.  Except for one thing; busses are not recommended if you’re so fucked-out every bump makes you groan from your sore ass.  Just sayin’!

19 hours ago, shortstackhole said:

no i just feel pleasure. im not worried about whats masculine or feminine. im just trying to fuck/be fucked

Excellent point!

5 hours ago, Bokkierob said:

The Vault in London is a great place to play. I always leave with empty balls. I was there last week and serviced a glory hole. It was barely a minute when the first cock came through. I sucked about 15 cocks and got at least 6 loads. I was ready to cum so I watched the guy in the sling getting fucked by several men and when I saw one man cum in his ass I took my chance and went in next and fucked and seeded his wet hole. There’s always a good choice of cocks and holes at the Vault. 

A couple of good friends of ours stopped here (to visit a relative) and had dinner (last night) with us in the way back from Wimbledon Monday.  They went to the Vault and fucked around several nights over the weeks they were there.  Good chance (if you took any bona fide horse-cocks) you took one or both of them.  

On 7/15/2024 at 4:26 PM, BootmanLA said:

It can be both. In fact, the whole point and message of efforts to decriminalize prostitution is to legalize sex work, recognizing that it is, in fact, work.

There are many kinds of "work" that are, in fact, illegal. Doesn't mean it's not work. 

Again, that wasn’t the question. And while I don’t agree that prostitution should be legalized (without a whole host of attendant requirements and alternate laws to enforce them) I definitely agree that it is work.  
 

In my middle school government class our teacher used prostitution as an example of capitalism.  When he said, “Let’s consider the case of a prostitute who practices her trade ten times a night … “ I piped-up with my recently deepened voice and said, “If she’s doing it ten times a night, she doesn’t need any more practice!”  Another trip to the monsignor’s office! 

Fuck?  Too many to list!  Some not now but in their prime.  Includes but not limited to and in no particular order:

David Beckham

Tom Brady 

Pierce Brosnan

Mark Cavendish

Henry Cavill

George Clooney

Bart Connor

Daniel Craig

Timothy Dalton

Idris Elba

Chris Evans

James Franco

Cam Gigandot

Jake Gyllenhaal

Chris Hemsworth

Tim Hiddleston 

Ryan Lochte

Henrik Lundqvist

Claudio Marchisio

Ricky Martin

Rafa Nadal

Michael Phelps

Brady Quinn

Cristiano Renaldo

Ryan Reynolds

Andy Roddick

Aaron Rodgers

Tom Selleck

William Shatner

Alexander Skarsgård

John Stamos

Prince Harry

Francesco Totti

CJ Wilson

There’s still something supremely enticing about cruising for sex in real time.  The glance, the assessment, the choice, the confirmation, the transit, the consummation, the departure.  Easy for me to say; I’m married to a hot-as-blazes nympho.  But still the apps seem to me like prostitution without the money; no sport in it.