AlB

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.

Raw is law!

I did/do; but the damned time limit on edits is a fateful foe!

For me it’s a control trip. When you’re sucking a cock you have the man at your mercy. Unless he’s a ruthless skull-fucker and I can still control when he loses his nut. Fuck yeah!

Like at least one other guy said: you deserved a merit badge and a hero’s welcome; both of which my dick and I would have given you (in addition to my load!).

Sad but he asked for it. “Yes I’m impressed with how disproportionately small for your build that average-at-best dick you’re showing me is. I’m further impressed by you for not being scarred for life by your short-coming.” 🤣

This isn’t perhaps public per se; but it was plenty risky. I was once the finance manager for a group of car dealerships in NJ; the CFO actually but all the dealership’s financing agents were part of my staff. We were having a flu epidemic and people were out sick right and left. I pitched in to help and was the pinch-hitter salesman and financing guy for a major league ball player. Yeah handsome, hot, and I picked him because of it. He was pretty free with what he said and mentioned picking-up women and that he had a very high sex drive he attributed to over-active sperm production. By then I was horny as heck and had adjusted my suit slacks and belt to contain my hard-on. He finally says, “Why don’t I take you for another test drive?” Game on. There was an unused commercial building not far from the dealership off I-95. He drove there to the parking lot in full view (at a distance) of the I-95 drivers but secluded from the street traffic. He got out without a word and came to my side of the car. “Ever sucked or been sucked by a Major League Baseball player?” he asked me. “Not from your team,” I replied with no small bit of cheek. He laughed and dropped to his knees and opened my pants. “Wow this bat is way bigger than league regulations,” he said before going to work. He was a great cock-sucker, I was already horny, it had been over two weeks since anyone or anything other than my hand had touched my dick, and the danger of us being in full view of the highway passersby was fueling my build-up. I remember counting the makes of cars we sold in our dealerships to keep from cumming. He worked it but finally looked up at me and said, “I have to be back in the city by four-thirty and would really love to give you the opportunity to return the favor. Think you’ll cum soon?” I pulled him up and kissed him and groped him. He wasn’t hung big; and what he had was in a jock-strap. And man his bod was rock hard and felt hot. He stopped me and said, “I usually don’t … “ before diving back on my lips. I told him the next time we broke the kiss when he was catching his breath and telling me what a great kiss it was, “If you think I suck face good wait until I suck your dick.” I went down and pulled his shorts down and was rewarded with the jock-strap. I rubbed my face in it and got little of his scent; it had been freshly laundered. He told me, “If you want to swallow a major league load you’d better get my cock out. I won’t last long.” I pulled his jock and shorts down and off. I stuffed his jock in my suit jacket pocket and took his average but very pretty cut dick in my mouth and used my hand on his balls and my mouth to edge him three times until he was panicked I wasn’t going to let him cum. I finally did and he unleashed a gusher he panted and grunted through; very sweet and thick. I stood up and wiped my lips and thanked him. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. He was on his knees and sucking me like a man on a mission. He only very lightly touched my balls a couple of times which is all that saved me from blowing my wad that fast. Finally he looked up and said, “Are you going to cum for me?” I face-fucked him and gagged him repeatedly and let myself go finally. He sucked down every drop I didn’t blast directly down his throat. I pulled him up and kissed him again and that time he was as aggressive or more than before. Finally he said, “Four-thirty; I can’t be late.” I said, “Home game against the Phils.” He grinned and said, “You ARE a fan.” On the drive back he asked if I could get the paperwork done and have him put by three-thirty to get to the Bronx by four-thirty. I did. The sales manager asked when we got back and the ball player was filling in the app, “Hard sell?” I just said, “Very!” He said, “Thanks for taking one for the team,” meaning pitching-in not actually taking one. If he smelled the cum on my breath he didn’t mention it.

But the (poorly worded) question was: are porn stars prostitutes or … ? “Sex work” isn’t the legal construct; prostitution is. Prostitution isn’t a type of sex work; it’s an unlawful act statutorily defined.

Absurd … like most WOKE revisionism.

Another imperfectly worded criteria and thus a skewed survey. 0% - My Family is totally supportive of me being gay. They [REMOVED see sexuality as God given, and] realize that it doesn't make me a bad person, but instead makes me who I am. It’s irrelevant whether they believe I’m gay by genetics or by choice. What’s relevant is that they accept me, embrace me, and love me AS I am.

I’m not “into” politics … as I’m not into cleaning house. Both are necessary; I do both. The former I stay informed about, support candidates based on my beliefs and assessments, and I vote; the latter I do with appropriate diligence to remain sanitary and aesthetically pleased. Neither do I enjoy discussing, debating, or otherwise doing for sport or entertainment. No I’m not into politics.

Exactly. And I’m not certain “nice” or “mean” have meaning (no pun intended) in the context of governance.

I more simply agree. Escorts (who are paid for sex) are prostitutes. Whether it is degrading or dehumanizing is variable by circumstance. I don’t believe that porn actors are prostitutes. Prostitutes or their agents) accept money to have sex and to give sexual gratification to the payer. The survey is grossly flawed in this choice as in the others available. Porn is the depiction of sex by two or more individuals and is considered free speech. Where this line gets fuzzy in my own mind is the current “content creators” who pay other participants in the content.

Craigslist personals being cut-off put a cramp in my sex life for sure; I was dependent upon Craigslist and wasn’t using apps. I had quite a few reliable fuck-buds; but there were an increasing number of times I did not want dependable or “you again” encounters. I had children and had good care for them when I wanted to go out; but I didn’t go to bathhouses or ABSes unless I was hours and hours away and could presume anonymity so that was impractical. Ah Craigslist; RIP my very good friend.

Not quite that bad. Title XXXVII Chapter 627 Section 7011 Homeowners’ policies; offer of replacement cost coverage and law and ordinance coverage. (4) (b) An insurer may not refuse to issue or refuse to renew a homeowner’s policy insuring a residential structure with a roof that is less than 15 years old solely because of the age of the roof. (c) For a roof that is at least 15 years old, an insurer must allow a homeowner to have a roof inspection performed by an authorized inspector at the homeowner’s expense before requiring the replacement of the roof of a residential structure as a condition of issuing or renewing a homeowner’s insurance policy. The insurer may not refuse to issue or refuse to renew a homeowner’s insurance policy solely because of roof age if an inspection of the roof of the residential structure performed by an authorized inspector indicates that the roof has 5 years or more of useful life remaining.

Florida is a great place; particularly as opposed to California. No state taxes and while our governor is off-the-rails the majority of the politicians are not. Neither of those can be said of California; not by a long-shot.

Hoping some of that load-spray resulted from mine on gaydemon!

How many of you would join with me in raw-dogging Muzetti to console him for his straight-sets loss to Djokovic? I’m ready to fuck him until he is truly senseless and numb to the pain of his loss (and his torn-up ass).

Amazing. I now to all of you!

I had to confess this to my husband before I could write it here; in our nearly seven years together I’d never mentioned it. When I was out of the army an older divorcee came in to me. She was very attractive and I went out with her on her dime. We had wild crazy sex to the point I very nearly lost a shit job I had due to exhaustion. She paid for every date and I learned every expensive restaurant and dancing establishment. She had obviously done very well (huge house, the most expensive country club, new Cadillac convertible, a watch that cost more than my apartment building … ). I was never in love with anything but the sex; though I was fond of her and enjoyed her company. Oddly enough her name was Robinson! She bought me clothes and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was when she bought me an Audemars Piguet watch that I had an epiphany: I was a gigolo. I will admit that for a brief time afterward I had a renewed enjoyment of the sex because I was basically a rent-boy. But I had this aunt who sat me down one day and put her make-up mirror in front of me and woke me up. I let Mrs. Robinson down very considerately and she even still offered to fund my college in full. For services rendered? Fortunately I didn’t have to think too hard because of my army service and education benefits. But for nearly a year yeah I was definitely being paid to eat her and bone her! Yay me!

Probably Whitney. While Cher and Madonna have played the whore Whitney lived it! 🤣

Oh those legendary bent Air Force boys! 🤣 (Army here; just kidding fly-boys!)

Et tu? I’m feeling pretty retarded by having had another guy say, “Bet you can suck yourself,” before I knew I could.

I apparently tempted fate. What was the Jaws tagline? Just when you thought it was safe? Yesterday THAT happened. Nothing catastrophic; unmistakeable odor and “residual” on my husband’s magnificent dick-head ridge. Him: “Al in the thousands of times I’ve been in you over nine inches this is the first time this has happened. You taught me about odds and statistics and we both know about male anatomy. Let’s go get cleaned up Hon!” I was still freaking and used the douche nozzle about ten times before he dragged me out of the wet room! This morning I was up and in there before him and overdoing it when he came in, turned off the water, and showed me his dick. “Look; it’s fine. Let it go.” I was and am still tense about it but his fuck-therapy is helping.

Sounds like a very good start! How’s it going?