AlB

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!

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.

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. 😈🐷

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.

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

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