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I was 10 when I first expelled any liquid from masturbating.  I walked in on my older brother and his best friend and hockey teammate jacking off with a titty magazine.  My brother was a cool guy and never uncomfortable about anything.  When I barged in and saw them his friend jumped and slammed the magazine over his enormous prick.  My brother just kept stroking and said. “You know my little brother is cool.”  Then he looked at me and asked, “Allan do you want to learn how to make yourself feel good?”  I sort of mumbled, “Sure Paddy,” because I idolized my big brother and always wanted to do what he did.  He invited me up on the bottom bunk where he and his friend were sitting; his friend told him, “This is too weird; catch ya later bro,” and was gone in an instant.  Pat just told me it was cool and then picked-up the magazine his friend had slammed down, opened and showed me some big-titted woman, handed me the lube tube (KY LOL), and said, “Just do what I do.”  At that age I had no qualms about being naked with my brother and did.  Then he started narrating and talking about the tits and came fairly quickly.  He told me, “You might not put out anything until you’re older, but you’ll have this amazing feeling.”  Immediately I felt a totally odd sensation, told him I had to pee, and started to get up to run to our shared bathroom.  Pat put his strong hand on my shoulder while his cum splattered all over his chest was beginning to run.  “You won’t pee when you’re doing this.  Keep going.”  I did and within a minute I was back where I was and felt like I might be dying (in a good way) and felt my dick pumping.  Only a little very thin clear liquid came out; compared to my brother who looked like someone threw a cup of thick cream on him mine was nothing.  “Did ya like that Allan?” he asked me.  “All guys do it; just don’t talk about it unless someone talks to you about it.  And when you start shooting like this,” he said and grinned and motioned to his sticky runny chest, neck, and chin, “make sure you clean up good with a wash cloth and rinse it out good so ma doesn’t get on you.”  It was another two years before I did shoot like him; and I enjoyed j/o a lot in the meantime. 

6 hours ago, viking8x6 said:

See this topic:

HIV resistance in humans is a real thing. One of the ways it happens (CCR5Δ32 mutation) is genetic and can be tested for.

Thanks for the reference to the other thread and to the subject. There used to be an advertisement on TV that had a summation tagline “the more you know.” Thanks for adding to what I know. 

The embalming room at a mortuary with two dead bodies on a gurney with fluids going in (and out probably).  I had hooked-up with this HOT younger guy twice and was totally hooked; I also was being sent out of town for work the next morning and wanted one last chance at his amazing gym-rat bubble butt.  I had no idea what he did for work; not even where he worked.  But he said he had to work very late and couldn’t see me unless I came to his work; he said he was alone in the building.  I was put-off by the mortuary venue but horny beyond reason for this hot gym stud.  Then he tells me he can’t be away from his work in progress and the next minute we are in there, I’m protesting, but he’s got my raging hard-on out and down his throat.  Ashamed to say I not only filled his gut with a load but also a second one up his butt.  Yep I’m a total pig.  And it gets worse.  The night security guido found us and I just kept on fucking my guy while he watched and jacked a big load out while I watched.  When I finally left I had a scrap of paper under my windshield wiper with the security guard’s number and yeah I used it when I got back from my trip.  😈🐷

1 hour ago, Hungryforbbc said:

Im not. I’m naturally resistant 

I don’t understand and am interested in “naturally resistant.”  Is that a diagnosis or a deduction/presumption?  I have a close friend who says he is certainly resistant because he has barebacked exclusively for almost forty years and would certainly be poz if he weren’t naturally immune (example of the latter).

My husband and I are on PrEP.

16 hours ago, Ieatcumholes said:

In some guys there is a hairy patch in the small of the back just above the ass/crack that turns me on NO END! And after many decades, I still don't know why! 😖 But if you have that hairy patch, at the very least I want to eat your ass. And depending on your proclivities (that's such a 😍 word!), I might do more than that! 😜

I was told that’s called a “landing patch.”  (And FYI: I have one!  😈🐷)

33 minutes ago, NWUSHorny said:

Big balls in a low hanging furry sack

Rounded furry ass cheeks

Thick dicks

Assholes that I can tell just by looking has had a lot of use

I may have to edit my reply; you nailed it here!

10 hours ago, BarebackedBear said:

Average Joe types with dadbods and an average dick will get me sprung all day, every day. I've never been into gym bunnies or the body builder types. And don't get me wrong, big swinging ass wrecker cocks feel great, but I've never been a size queen. Big, burly bear types are hot, too (though I may be biased there - wink wink). But give me the middle-aged, middle of the road dad next door any day.

I became sexually active at a young age and my first encounters were with the type. Probably sexually frustrated married guys who's wives or girlfriends won't do that thing they like because they think it's gross, or closet cases. Maybe that's why I still lean towards them now.

Sounds like you do more than “lean.”  😉

Since I’m versatile I think I’m schizophrenic when it comes to what I like in a man. 

In general, I like the typical things that seem masculine: v-shape; muscles; chest, arm, leg, pubic hair; bubble butt preferably fuzzy with a thicker fuzz/hair in the crack; of course a big swinging dick and balls; corded muscular neck, arms, legs; a likable man over an unlikable one though I’m always happy to put an unlikable cuss in his place with my raging dick; and last is eyes because a person’s eyes really are the window to their nature and desires. 

I can’t for the life of me figure out how to comment on a story (like, love, pig, etc.). Is there a how-to somewhere that I can access?

While I’m at it I can’t figure out how to get my pic as my avatar. 

I’m usually less lame, but this time I’m stumped.  Thanks in advance.  
 

We’re men; for recreational fucking it’s slam, seed, and recede!

If I’m bottoming I’m sucking the dick that bred me when he’s done with my hole.  If I’m doing the breeding my bottom damn well better show his gratitude and suck my dick clean when I’m finished with my nut.  It’s right; it’s respect.  If I have a bottom who doesn’t show me his respect and gratitude by sucking my dick clean when I pull out of him I damn sure will force him to do so and rough him up so he doesn’t make the same mistake with his next top.  

Husband was working; HAWT 30-something gym-rat cruised me in the gym locker room when I was arriving and he was finished.  He’s completely naked and not so hung-looking but fit as fuck and he’s holding a filthy jockstrap practically dripping sweat and maybe never washed.  He complimented me being hung as fuck, said he’s totally into lean-muscle daddies, and got hard and turned out he was a shower; then my hopes soared more when he said he was looking for a hole and couldn’t take my big dick anyway.  lol  Turns out he was in town for a job interview that afternoon and said he needed to dump a load or two “for good luck.”

His hotel was walking distance; nice place I’d never been in.  He’d put on his stinking jockstrap “to contain the bone”, his sweaty shorts, and sneakers; he did the walk shirtless in the heat of the sun.

He stunk of sweat and was pumped as fuck; few minutes in that room and it reeked of two men going at it.  And he did go at it.  Wanted to “practice his BJ game” and I didn’t stop him … ‘til I was so close to busting that I pushed him off and took my turn on his bigger-than-average uncut rod and sweaty balls and hole.  He doesn’t shave just a neat man-scape around his crotch so it was especially delicious.  Rimmed him until he couldn’t take more and savored every drop of his sweat and breath of his scent.  Finally he said if I didn’t have such a big dick he’d beg me to fuck him; but since I do it was his turn.  

He asked if I wanted a condom, we had the test/PrEP convo very hurriedly, he asked if I wanted lube, and I told him he knows how to spit and has plenty of pre to back that up.  Turned out he wasn’t very artful about fucking; more caveman than Casanova.  lol  He slammed in balls-deep and made me scream for real; he said “yeah man!, shoved his rank jock into my mouth, and started slamming my hole.  This fucker went to town like he was driving me to Atlantic City!  He was verbal fucker and kept saying demeaning things; “you effing love your cunt stuffed you daddy whore” and stupid stuff that distracted me.  His verbal game was like his fucking; no skill just force and determination.  

About nine minutes and he says if I want to cum now’s the time.  We’d been doggy at that point for a while and though he was hitting right the verbal nonsense was keeping me from the edge.  I pulled off and went on my back again and held my ankles.  Told him if he wanted my load to take it.  His verbal game may be lame but that fucker was back pounding me and used my flowing pre and stroked me like it was choreographed.  Another few minutes and even that stupid talk couldn’t stop me; told him I was about to nut and he fucked me even harder and faster and nearly ripped my hard-on off pulling my load out.  He shoved the jockstrap back in my mouth as I amped my shouts when I was exploding and then he sounded like a wild animal in pain as he blew what felt like a bucket of cum up my hole.  My cum was literally splashed from my hair to my groin and had my hairy body soaked with cum over the sweat I’d worked-up.  
 

He flops off me yanking his dick out at an angle which made me yelp again.  “Yeah I fucked daddy good and that dad-hole won’t forget it didn’t I” he says panting.  I’d let my legs flop down but pulled them back and told him to get down there and see for himself.  He was kinda mind-blown but then grinned and did.  The I told him to suck his cum out of my hole.  He balked again but I said, “Be a fucking MAN!  Just do it!” and he ate me until I was hard again.  Then he blew me for fucking ever until I finally told him to work my fuckin’ nuts if he wanted another load.  He did and did ‘em good and I finally erupted again.  He grunted like he was cumming and took every drop aggressively licking me until I finally kicked him off and literally made him fly off the end of the bed.  
 

“Damn daddy!” he said and crawled back up and laid back next to me with his dick hard again and sticking up toward the ceiling fan.   I reached over and stroked it and asked him what time his interview was; he had hours.  So I climbed aboard and rode that thing until he was driving up into me and sweating and grunting again.  I reached back and took a grip on his balls which startled him and told him maybe I needed to squeeze the second load out of him.  
 

He went fucking wild and threw me on my side with my left ankle in the crook of his neck and I grabbed hold of those balls again and he fucked me like a frenzied Neanderthal.  When he started to cum I squeezed those tanks hard (had kept a grip so they couldn’t pull up) and made him yowl like a werewolf.  I scrabbled around and got the jockstrap and shoved it in his mouth as he yowled and pumped out.  
 

That time he just collapsed on me with that jockstrap still in his teeth by my head.  I got my leg free and laid back and we just panted for a while.  I finally got up and he told me he was flying out after the interview or he’d tackle my big dick fucking him; he threw me some big-time compliments as I dressed too. 
 

He was laying there looking like a fucked-out Muscle & Fitness model and I took out my phone to check messages.  He asked if I was going to take a pic of him, I asked if he was cool with it, and he said I didn’t look like the kinda man who’s gonna “dox” him.  (I had to look that up on the walk back to the gym.)  Then he threw me the filthy jock and asked why didn’t I wear it back to the gym or home or whatever.   He also asked if he could see the pics and then asked if I wanted him to put his number in my phone.  
 

My dick stirred about wearing the jock and gave me trouble getting it on but I did finally get myself in.  On the walk back to the gym I looked and for the first time knew his name:  Griffin.  I texted him and told him mine and said if he was as big a slut as he seemed he should go to his interview without brushing his teeth and if he was a bigger slut than even I realized he should go without showering.  We bantered some about it might get him the job depending on who he was interviewed by.  

When I got to the gym I decided to go ahead with my workout and FUCKING KILLED IT!  Then I texted my husband a locker room mirror selfie in the filthy jockstrap.  He texted back: "Be wearing that when I get home.  You can tell me about how you got it while I ball your brains out.   He was as good as his word.  After when it was us laying there fucked-out we sent Griffin a selfie all sweaty and naked.  He texted back a pic of his khakis with his hard-on in the airplane seat and said he was going to the restroom to jack. 

We told him we hope he gets the job..