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Was a total bottom for 33 years, just wasn't interested in fucking another guy, I loved riding a guys cock, and sliding my sphincter up and down his cock (you gotta douche well for that). Any how about a year ago, I became a lot more interested in fucking guys, read up and learned how to ride an orgasm without cuming, so am now more of a versatile top. Love to ride a tweaker for hours

Yep, I love sucking cock, and variety is the name of the game! Must admit though I am a bit gentle on the slit as I am unsure of the "ouch" factor. Any guys have thoughts on this, be pleased to hear your comments,

the guy who was sucking you off spat his teeth out and then went back to business? Or should he have asked if you'd mind first?

Yes is out of line. I'd reckon this guy has been plotting to find a way to dump you. (That's the change of rules mid game!) And you are made to look like the bad guy, at least in his own head, if not also in his mates minds too. Gather your dignity and let it go, you sound like a decent bloke, he sounds like he has no integrity. Hope you find someone who can appreciate honesty and respond in kind. And don't move to his city, maintain your current social network. Good mates are lifesavers,

Um, like it says on the packet, "see your doctor if symptoms persist" There are a myriad of diseases out there mate, have a care and try not to transmit them ALL to us other fuckers.......

Thanks for sharing your insights fuckboy.

Just for a bit of fun, here is an anonymous poll to see how accurate guys profiles are.

Have an FB that insists I come over straight after i've fucked guys raw so he can suck my cock. The more guys i've had my dick in the hornier he is. Often demands I take my cock from his arse to suck and taste, talks about the # of guys too. Tells me I'm a little pig for shagging so many guys, lol. Luckily he's a night owl and happy to have a visitor at 4 in the morning. Great way to cap off a night out.

I worked in a gay sauna for many years, yep, it's a sociopath. And usually a guy who was venting frustration at not getting off. Had 1 guy who would carefully leave a shit in a bowl of urine, (infact usually several of them) the bowls were there for the used condoms...allways really annoying as you'd have to fish the condoms out before flushing the mess down the loo. It was gratifying when you tracked down the culprit, and could throw them out and ban them with lots of loud verbal abuse, name and shame I say! If I have a random fuck somewhere, I always send an exploratory finger in first, if it hits log, I'm out of there and washing the shit off. Had shigella recently, and am a lot more choosy where I stick my tongue. Pity as I like rimming, REALLY like it, lol.

I'm even more surprised that it was decriminalsed in 1969. And we think we live in a permissive society! How did that piece of legislation ever get through parliament, late at night when all the conservatives had nodded off to sleep?....???

well I got/am in, but there must be some bug there somewhere, there are hardly any guys on, 'who checked you out' seems fine

mmmm, was fine for me, till about an hour ago, the login page comes up, but after that nadda....

Yes, I hadn't thought about becoming seperated, very good point. I had read that Duct tape can be difficult, sticks to the skin and can leave a residue, I thought that maybe using a lubricant on my skin may help prevent this, so the tape sticks only to it's self. Their is also a bondage tape that you can buy that sticks only to it's self but not to skin, though from what I have read it sort of only holds for about 1/2 an hour, a bit shorter than I'd like ......I suppose I am trying to acheive a fairly grungy look, and that is why I have preferance for the Duct tape and ripped jeans, or some tired old underwear.....

In my experience, that seems to be a problem guys with long cocks have, jabbing away at that second sphincter, if they just took it slow and steady they'd get a far more pleasurable ride. I can tell you when mine is warmed up I can slide that second sphincter up and down their cock for a ride they dont forget, and I dont use dildos or have a loose arse, it's simply a matter of realxation, and lubrication (and the confidence that you aint gonna shit, an extra plus for good douching). Mind you it does need to be a slimmer long cock!

As a top, I prefer to suck the the bottom as foreplay, enables me to get my face down there, get some slobber around his hole and explore it to warm it up with my finger before I get my dick in there. I want the bottom hungry for my dick, and I also want to check that his arse hasn't got a turd waiting to exit. I won't fuck a shitty arse! Sucking the guy, and having a finger just slightly inserted in his arse and holding it there, and then feeling him writhe to get his hole opened up more I find is a great turn on for me. But of course, I'm experienced as a bottom as well, I like my men to be versatile and participative, so maybe I am not a true top? Tops who think they can just bend me over and stick their dicks in without fingering and arse licking I usually find to be boring fucks. Get a Fleshlight mate!

This is a true story from last summer, I wrote it up at the time, glad to share it with you... Fuck it! The dude who I fisted last week had bailed out on me…Here’s me thinking I’d found a hot daddy, with a heavy gauge Prince Albert dragging down his cock for me to suck on, was gonna be my new fuck buddy. ‘Course I knew he was in a bad place… but fuck, he’s 55 and intelligent, maybe I was what he needed to help him move on…Oh the conceit, lol. So I trawled the sites for cock, we’d made a date for the public holiday, a barbie at his place. But now I was dateless, and horny for cock. It was getting on for nine thirty at night and I had spent the afternoon down at Sunnyside nude beach. Checking out the guys, young and old and really getting off on how hot the guys’ bodies are, whether young or old, gym taut or gravity challenged. I had the taste of the seawater upon me still, enjoying the feeling of the dried salt on my body and around my groin. A warm summers night with the potential for having my dick sucked becoming more of dream than an actuality as the night drew in and the vacumn of the holiday loomed. “hey mate like ur dirty raw line:-) live alone down not far from you. poz guy but if u wanna get in touch....” was the message in my inbox…:Now this was what I was looking for,” I messaged back. I checked out his cock on his profile, he had a bush and I couldn’t see his balls, but I knew with that fat cock must be some heavy balls to match. Hey, it wasn’t 10 inches, average was the description, but fuck it was fat and I reckoned it to be turgid most of the time. By this stage of life I’d met enough cocks to make a good guess. I didn’t have a face pic or body pic, but if he was a go-er, I was certainly up for it. I messaged I’d need half an hour before I could leave, I wanted to douche and have something to eat, I’d been so preoccupied with NetWorld, I’d kept postponing dinner. I put on my shiny cockring and shorts, thongs and a tee shirt, and I left to find his place that was in some bushland down a steep hill. Finding his place in the dark, off a dirt road wasn’t as difficult as I had feared. I’d Google mapped the address so had some idea of the terrain, and some of the street signs were missing, but his directions were pretty good, though the street numbers were confusing and when I ended up in the driveway of the house, I wasn’t sure if it was correct, and I phoned him and said where I was, I knocked on the door, no answer though the lights were on. My phone rang and he said “I think you are at the neighbours” DOH…I got back on the dirt road and had another go. The driveway to his place was steep and curved out of sight, and I was dubious about whether I’d ever get out again. He came to the door in his white undies and a tee shirt and a great smile. Close cropped grey hair, and some slim firm looking legs. I sat on the couch whilst he got a beer and a joint, and I thought, “Thank god he isn’t fat.” I slipped off my tee shirt ‘cos I had a bit a colour from the beach and the shorts I was wearing I knew made me look pretty hot. I’ve got nice rounded tits and both are pierced….at 49, I was not in bad shape, just not the shape I was in ten years ago. At 55 he was hot. A body shaped by a lot of swimming, a little man’s tummy but firm, tanned and fairly hairless au naturel. I put my hand over the stiff cock in his undies and I could feel those heavy balls, not too high, not swinging loose but enjoying being grasped by me. And his hand felt firm and secure teasing my balls and cock. I slipped off my shorts and kneeled on the floor before him and tongued his turgid penis, my fingers teasing his firm, hairless nipples. He had a taut, hairless body, and his skin had that feeling of tanned flesh. He spat on me. I spat on his balls. I told him I wanted to go to the bed room, to feel sheets and his warm body against my skin. I’m too old and too inflexible to be having a fuck on the couch these days. He brought in the beer and the cigarettes, and we explored each other. He put his wet tongue up my nostril, then his finger before he stuck both in my mouth. I thought my head would explode. I tasted his snot with my tongue and it tasted as sweet as my own. His tongue danced on my anus, and pushed open the firm lips of my man cunt. My arse was unshaved and I could feel the hairs being dragged across the opening. His arse was only lightly haired and it tasted warm and manly. I prodded with my tongue, and knew that if I took my teeth out, I could really get my long tongue right in there and tongue fuck him. I didn’t get to do that, this time, I knew he hadn’t douched though he didn’t smell of shit. I got him to douche and I went into the bathroom to watch him do it. The sight of his nakedness was something I wanted to savour, and he has a filthy cunt who I knew would have no qualms about me watching. The dope had made me horny as well as garrulous, and by now I had a good idea of his sexuality. He sat on the toilet awaiting the warm water to flush the turd from his arse that I had fingered earlier. He’d already fingered my arse and made me lick his finger, and I was keen to repeat the favour. I sat on the floor of the toilet, the douche hose up his arse as he pumped the ball, his fat cock resting on those ram like balls. Back to bed, and more fingering and licking. I took my teeth out, dropping them on the floor and sucked his cock. I unsnapped his cock ring and took off my own, to feel the skin of his pubis with my tongue, and the feel of his hand around my own, which had a two day stubbly growth. He liked my toothless sucking, though I was hesitant about kissing him without them. I may be a toothless old troll, but I wished to maintain some dignity. We didn’t fuck. We didn’t need to though we both ached to have the feeling of cocks exploring arses. We spat on each other and played with drool. His spittle on my nipple was pornographic and erotic. My spit on his chest looked like cum. We told tales of hot sex we’d had and I envied his masculinity and raunch. His body would always have admiring glances and his smile and leary eyes would charm all. Young and old. He enjoyed that and he enjoyed me. I was comfortable in our candidness and I fell asleep with the taste of his snot and arse on my tongue. The evening breeze came in through the open windows. He bounced out of bed in the morning and we watched some TV. Coffee and cigarettes trying to unfuddle our minds and bring life to two dissipated bodies. Erections drawn out and let fall. Two men comfortable with each other and not needing to rush into a fervour of activity. He said he had tasks to do and it was time for me to go. He drove me in my car out of his driveway back onto the road to demonstrate when to floor the accelerator to get up and around his driveway. We kissed in the car, and I got in the driver’s seat. I told him if he wanted to go to Sunnyside later that afternoon, I’d like to join him and play with his cock. I’d like to be on the beach with him and enjoy the breeze and sun on my turgid dick, whilst others could see our pleasure. I drove home and the taste of him and his arse was on my lips and I licked them till only the salt was evident. I smelt the finger I’d poked him with and I am still smelling it as I write this. It brings up the picture of his puckered hole, moist with spit, and his balls, hairy and heavy, tempting me.

Hi guys, found this site whilst trying to get inspiration for a BB bound and blindfolded session a mate and I are planning. I'm 50, he's 55 and were both "presentable", though no muscle gods! We'll be at a sex club here in Melbourne, Club 80, and I want him to lead me around to areas for some public sex acts, with him acting as my pimp, I trust him to allow the guys that engage with us. This will be a first for him and me, and I want it to be hot for us both, as well as for the other guys there on the night. I want to have my hands bound behind my back and have a blind fold, so I am still fairly agile, and can suck off and be fucked by whomever Thinking of gaffer tape for the bindings and blindfold. But I am real interested in what other guys (you!) think would be hot! Have you a story to tell? Do you know of a website with some great bound and blind pics?