AlB

Given the question, the answer is yes we refuse sex with condoms if a guy we’re playing with (or about to) wants us or him to use them. I think the difference from some of the answers here is that we don’t hold it against someone if that’s their choice. Their loss maybe but their life and their choice. Just like I wouldn’t allow someone to criticize my or our choices, I wouldn’t criticize theirs.

Yesterday must have been the night for “stop-by” fucks; we had a similar occurrence but in reverse. A hot fuck-bud of ours texted when we were getting into the car to meet some friends for dinner. “I’m horny and I can’t get up” My husband looks at the text, shows it to me, and says, “Vito’s on the way to the Chart House.” While that wasn’t technically true I said, “We’re way early anyway.” Kent laughs and says, “For dessert maybe.” To which I said, “That looks like dessert to me.” I texted Vito that we were on our way, our dinner friends that we might be “a bit late,” and my husband and I went on making lame jokes about our horny fuck-bud and what we’d find when we got there. What we found was more than we expected. He told us to come around to the pool and there he was on a lounge in the 85° with the sun low in the sky; and his hole was running with cum! Well we all know what happens when a cummy hole is in range! Right there in his very in-private back yard we mounted and spit-roasted that horny bitch on his thankfully sturdy pool-side lounge. He took two loads from my husband, one from me, and he blew a rather sizable (for someone who’d been fucked repeatedly before we got there) one himself which I greedily ate. We all jumped in the pool when we were done and sweaty and stinking beyond belief. The heat hadn’t gone down any because the sun was still on us. We noticed for the first time that neighbors on one side were outside barbecuing; hope they enjoyed the show! Vito offered us his shower to really clean-up but we both said we’d just rinse the chlorine in the outdoor shower and not soap away any of the residuals of our fun. When we got to dinner a mouthy lesbian friend saw us a bit less put together than usual and shouted in the restaurant, “I KNEW IT! They were fucking!” She didn’t know the half of it. Vito texted us a bit later. “Wanna stop by for dessert?”

Watching tennis recently and the French Open Roland Garros stadium has a saying: Victory belongs to the most tenacious.

Well and really who doesn’t? Sorry, I’m making a joke. But what is encouraging is that we can make these decisions for ourselves. And we don’t have to subject ourselves to anyone else’s standard; just be honest and responsible.

Like most here I think it would be idiotic to leave the responsibility for your health to someone else much less to someone you don’t know. My husband and I choose to play … and we get tested once a month for our knowledge and health; that’s in addition to PrEP as we do not want to contract HIV (not our thing but know many choose to). As some have said were we to know of a transmittable condition, play (with others) would be suspended (we’d be in the penalty box). If that happened to be HIV and we were undetectable that would obviate the penalty period. I get that a married man’s risk is great; and I get that most straight men married or not are not very bright particularly when their dick is hard. But if someone asks us “Are you clean?” they’re in for a very detailed discussion, they’ll have to re-earn the potential to play with us, and that rarely happens. Not that we never have “the talk;” but we don’t rely on a vague unqualified question and we certainly don’t rely on someone else’s veracity, knowledge, OR the possible incubation periods.

You go boy! And let us know every nasty detail; please. 🐷

I’ve been fucking for almost 40 yrs and never knew that. Normally I’m slammed up far deeper inside when I blast my nuttload. Many men (and my husband usually) have said they feel the first few shots separately from feeling my cock spasm inside them, because I’m lucky to still shoot hard and quite a lot at this ripe old age! 😈🐷

Wow I had no clue how accomplished I am until checking-out this list. Only nine things I can’t claim! 🎉💪

So glad to hear. And don’t stop seeking support or fraternity here; obviously you’re seeking medical care in the right place but using this/us as sounding boards. Most of us are glad to share what we know and if we know nothing we’re at minimum happy to listen and support.

I’m vers but with my husband 90% bottom. There hasn’t been once in the 7 (nearly) years we’ve been fucking that I wasn’t hard before he was in me; and that could be mouth or ass. And I stay hard and the majority of the time I cum without jacking whether I’m blowing him or he’s fucking me; it’s more often than not with other guys but not always that I cum hands-free but I always stay hard. Clearly I’m lucky that way. Sex still excites me like a teen!

Better to get into the habit of doing your best to be prepared to clean-out anytime you’ve done or not done … you know what I mean. It’s easier for me not working but I used to keep a portable douche in my gym bag in my office and with me so I was always in a position to if I needed to; after I … or if I hadn’t and wanted to avoid a problem.

I’m wondering how you can be so loving and supporting to your godson but not give yourself the same? Specifically I mean coming out (at very minimum to your godson). It’s negative energy to have to hide yourself from people you care about and you clearly are a man with a ton of positive energy for others; be that to yourself.

This topic made me think back. 25 years ago I was in my late 20’s and went through a cock-hungry phase; I wanted to suck cock 24/7. Yeah I was young and in great shape; pretty good looking back then if I say so myself. I traveled for biz at that time and often to smaller cities. gay.com was the extent of our tech and was shite for small towns; a hot pic helped but if the possible population was few and far between it was a challenge. Mostly it was the local ABS. But I digress … I was a dedicated cock-sucker until I was 31; dedicated as in a-DICK-ted. I honed my skills both with larger than average and tiny dicks. One gay.com hook-up “cums” to mind. Guy who responded to my post has only a g-rated headless pic; body to die for. Only stats are his height and weight; about 5’6” if I remember and 135-ish. I figured he’d be like a lot of short guys and I’d struggle to get much of any large dick in my mouth.* He showed at my hotel room on time, shook my hand and was pleasant coming in, and he was polite, removed his clothes from the waist down and neatly folded them. His body was amazing and I’d seen he was a handsome “old” guy; he was probably then my age now haha! He turns around for the first reveal and I was stunned; he had a dick and balls smaller than my five year old son no kidding. He wasn’t embarrassed but was apologetic; “You didn’t ask. Will you let me stay? If not I’ll leave without giving you any trouble.” Inside I was berating myself because my business was car buying and we all know the importance of “caveat emptor.” I was honestly worried I couldn’t do it justice. But I was going to try. My mother was alive then and I was raised to be a gentleman; I told him of course he could stay. He thanked me without being obsequious; and he also immediately started to get hard. He ended-up at about the size of my pinkie; both girth and length. But he was hard (and cut which at the time helped with his size appearance I thought). So in I went and got to work. And I worked. He was dominant and very verbal; I had to get my head around it because I wanted to laugh at first. Anyway he finally came. Man did he cum! It surprised and delighted me. When he’d pumped his last he asked down to me, “Do you kiss?” I didn’t answer with words. I was on my feet (though then leaning down) and devoured his mouth and felt that amazing body all over. He was one of the most skilled and passionate kissers I’ve ever encountered. Ended-up we spent hours together; I had the greatest time and we both got off until we were shooting dry (which for a twenty-nine-year-old was a ton of great sex). That cock-sucking ONLY phase lasted for almost three years; and of all the memories he was one of the best despite being the tiniest micro-dick ever. *Fast-forward almost twenty years. The younger stud (young as me back then) man who was to become my husband enters my life. And he’s got a baseball bat hanging between his legs! Slight exaggeration, but none actual thick inches; and nine actual inches measured along the top is fuckin’ huge! I throated him on our first “date.” My cock-sucking phase paid-off!

This. Exactly!

You’re a good Aussie boy indeed. I’d gladly breed you any time!

Fuck yeah! Thats what it’s ALL about!

Woke up to my husband’s humongous dick stretching my hole still sore and creamed from last night. Of course I helped him enter balls-deep. For a morning fuck it took him a long time to nutt; loved the squelching of my creamed hole from his last load and tons of his pre-cum. Also love his big hairy balls slamming mine and the force of his fuck rubbing my hard-on into the sheet. When he finally came he was drenched in sweat and my back was dripping from hit. He yelled, “Oh fuckin’ finally!” and I clenched him tight and made him groan as he pumped me fuller than I was. We’ll be going for a bike ride and beach run at dawn and no plans to let these cumloads out before then. If you see a guy with a huge wet spot on his running shorts on Jacksonville Beach this morning feel free to stop me and reload me!

There are countless fiber supplements; likely the ones that are to be mixed into water instead of capsules and probably when bought in bulk. Pure is a known because it’s our choice.

Of course I do. Taking a big dick, submitting, respect, and enduring pain (admittedly for the pleasure that comes from it and from the control it innately gives you over the top at that time) isn’t non-masculine; it’s very masculine. Just because you’re not an alpha doesn’t mean you’re non-masculine. And being versatile I would have no use whatsoever when I’m topping for a bottom that wasn’t masculine; and so far when I’m bottoming I wouldn’t be interest in any top that didn’t want me to be masculine.

Pure Stay Ready fiber capsules help the foundation of my bodily operations tremendously; and for the cleaning Nexus Douche Pro or Tushy Travel Bidet.

I was 11; RAN to my dad working in the basement when I found THREE all at once. My dad looks at me, yanks his jeans buttons open, pulls open and pulls down, and lets his huge hairy dick and balls flop out. They’re just swinging in the air and he tells me, “This is what ya got to look forward to son. We got good strong man genes in this family; ask your brother). So I’m a naive kid and run to my 16-year-old brother and ask to see his hairy dick and balls. THAT got me some serious abuse until my dad later smacked his head and told him not to be a shite-head to his little brother. He gave us both a lecture about “helping” the youngers and then told me all about jacking. Little did he know I’d already been jacking with my best friend for a while.

My husband and I went for an early run on the beach. (Long story short we wake-up early and because our dog died two weeks ago and we need to change it up and get out of the house.) Hard run, shirtless, sweating like pigs, and we run by three guys going the other way. About thirty minutes later two of the three are coming back and stop us; the shorter one pulls his shorts down and is fully hard. My husband fucks the taller one of them bent over a rail with his hairy bubble butt out for anyone to see. The shorter one who waved his hard-on has me bent over next to his friend and bones me like it’s closing time at the bar; fast and furious. Sweat for lube for all of us. The smaller guy was loud and verbal; when he got close his dick got about twice as thick inside me (still nothing like my husband’s behemoth horse-cock) and his fucking got twice as hard and deep. Felt like he was ripping my chute up and made me yell when he flooded me with his spunk. On the run back couldn’t keep it all in and all I could think was, “Hot damn; something to post!” That and that anyone seeing me would see the growing cum spot in my thin light blue Jeb North shorts. LOL We got back about 45 minutes ago and I couldn’t post until now because my husband told me what a slut I am and gave me a really hard fuck of his own. Hurt so fucking good; took him a while to fuck out his always-huge load so his Red Bull-thick 9” cock really tore-up my guts until he blew his wad and added it to the anon load from the beach. After I couldn’t get his dick in my mouth fast enough to clean it; savored the flavor combination! 🐷 What a great way to start a Saturday!

I’m vers; my husband is usually top only sometimes bottom. When I’m getting fucked by my husband it’s about him wanting me, him needing my hole, me making him fuck me like a crazy man, me making him unable to hold back … and ultimately his load is like the culmination and validation of all that. And his load inside me is always an honor to have his DNA inside me. When I’m getting fucked by a play-mate it’s all about my control of the top by using my hole; working him up, taunting him and working him up more, milking his load out of him and taunting him about him losing control. If I can make him suck his seed out of my hole even better.

Oh man I was in Dallas on business some years ago and had some seriously tacky fun in one of those bookstores. The weirdest part was another guy asked me if I was hungry after I came out of a booth; I misunderstood thinking he was asking me to suck his cock. He was a really hot guy; handsome as well as built cowboy type and he had a bulge in his jeans that looked very promising. I agreed and turned to go back into the booth. He grabbed my arm and stopped and asked where I was going. We got that figured out and I really did go grab dinner with him … then went to his place and had dessert. We both had seconds and thirds before I went back to my hotel in the early hours of the next morning. So I have very fond memories of Harry Hines Blvd!