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April 2023 and just began reading backwards from page 52 of these stories, and thought this fine chapter might be enjoyed by some of the newer guys on here, not to mention so many of the original guys who may have forgotten this writing. Enjoy and , if any of the orig posters/responding posts are still on, post a little footnote to your orig post!

Oh hell fuck yes! I see Curtis selling off his stuff and becoming a cross cunt-ry lot lizard turning tricks for his new employer, Geoff. I can envision him servicing loading dock crews, truckstop parking lots, and every weigh station they have to scale at. I bet Geoff's dispatcher gets all he wants in exchange for those premium loads.

Damn, I am kinda glad I read this today instead of yesterday. I had to have some blood drawn, and had to go to one of the big 3 lab sites to have it done. While waiting to be called back, a younger (19 to 23 yr old I would guess) olive skin, black haired guy came in and signed in for some lab work - but then was called up to the receptionist so his lab order could be reviewed. He must have had a fasting lab, since his reply to her was he had not eaten since sunrise as he was celebrating Ramadan. I was already intrigued by this kids looks, and his skin tight black pants, but to toss in the Arab slant just made me drool even more. Unfortunately, he had to have the tests done at one of the other lab companies due to his insurance, so I couldn't keep on admiring him, had I read this story yesterday before going there, I might have walked out behind him and offered to help him out. oink!

Hey Latinhole, 1st off, I see you are a new member, so welcome ! I hope you get off as much as anyone else on here does. ( and that may be quite a challenge for you to beat lol) And 2nd, thank you for writing this piece. I enjoy reading what guys put up on here- it may not always have perfect spelling or subject matter I relate to, but the mere fact you( and everyone else who post ) took the effort and put the time in to provide reading material for everyone should always be applauded, and the author thanked. Now, get working on the next chapter and catching up on your own load releases !

Welcome back, I def have missed having your stories to read and get me in "that" headspace .

Hey Irish, thanks for writing for us! Sorry someone downvoted, but don't let that eat at you. It is hard enough to keep fresh stories coming up on the site, so your submission is very much appreciated. And since I have never written and submitted a story in this section, I do not feel the least bit qualified to suggest what you need to say or how you say it. Just keep on writing and feeding our twisted thoughts! And, Thank You!

Long before making the move to Florida, I would come to Ft Lauderdale for at least 3 or the 4 weeks of vacation I had (and Palm Springs for the other week) . I had to bid my vacation in November of the year prior, and this particular year I happened to end up with vacation weeks just 6 weeks apart. The 1st trip was 3 weeks before Hurricane Andrew came thru and flattened huge swaths of Southern Florida and disrupting everyday life. There was a sleazy bar in Miami called The Hole, and it was. Essentially it was 2 narrow storefronts in a semi sketchy area. Entering the left side was the bar, pretty dank and dimly lit with only about 8 bar stools at the bar, and some porn playing on the wall opposite the bar. The other side had a pinball machine and maybe something else,a pool table? But the bar was active- you could leave your shirt and shorts with the bartender, the bathroom was down a dark hall,maybe wide enough for 2 1/2 men abreast. The walls in the hall had peeling paint everywhere, and the toilet was wobbly and I don't think it flushed . And the men were pigs. There was a 3 inch gap to the outside at the bottom of a door near the bathroom- which was often employed to kick loose beer cans and bottles out under as guys shuffled thru the dark area sending them sliding around. No real room to move , once you were in, you were pretty much in position until you just had to get out to less humid and less foul air. Piss play was common the closer to the toilet you landed, fucking went on like it was the 70's, and not the 90's. The worst part was the 30 mile drive back to the hotel in Ft Lauderdale reeking of piss, cum and whatever else you stepped in or on in the back hall. So, the next week of vacation 5 weeks after I got home was after Andrew had torn thru Miami and parts south just 3 weeks earlier. Still, Ft Lauderdale had mostly recovered, so I made my way back to it. A guy I had met the last trip down and I decided to head to Miami and the Hole , which had ads in the gay weeklies saying they were open. We went in separate cars, but got there within minutes of each other. Inside, stripped down to my jock and sneakers, got a beer, and he did the same. After the 1st beer, and watching who was there, we decided to explore the hallway. It was hard to tell if any new damage had happened, the place pretty much seemed the same, tho a bit mustier. The peeling paint was sort of slick, I guess some mold and slime formed without any power. The guy led me back to the toilet and had me sit on it, then began farming guys over to feed me their piss or to piss on me. I realized there were paper towels,soiled ,on the floor behind the toilet. And the floor was all standing water of some type. I think I stayed about an hour longer than he did, and it was very much a white knuckle ride back out of Miami at 2 in the morning with areas without power, people milling around dark streets, but I managed to make it home. The next time I got down to Florida, the Hole was gone. Tho I am certain the sheer volume of DNA that was on the walls and floor of that place, traces of it are still there today, 27 years later. Hell, the black smudge sludge on my knees after a night on them took 2 or 3 scrubbings to remove completely

I wouldn't mind fresh from the cob- but the few times I froze some of my own cum and then broke it out of the freezer and tasted it, it always seemed to have taken on a freezer burn type of flavor. And the thawed cum seemed to have separated out some, with a watery layer, some thicker fluid, and a base in the bottom. Now, who do I have to blow to get 10 to 20 guys all willing to feed me their loads in rapid succession?

Totally depends on the action going on and the man creating it. If the guy wants to suck my toes for 20 minutes ( and I really am not all that into having them sucked or licked) and I know he has a decent cock that will eventually fuck me, I will keep one ear open for any conversation or directions and respond appropriately. But the rest of the brain will be putting together a grocery list for once the play is over, or a to do list of things I need to have done before seeking someone else to play around with. And in many cases, I am staying aware of the time. Sometimes you have a guy over and he says he can only stay for 15 minutes before he has to head home before the spouse gets there. I don't want him engrossed in the sex to the point he fucks himself by leaving 30 minutes later than he wanted to. On the other side of time watching, once in a while a guy will show up for what he promises to be a long fuck session, and within 4 minutes he has shot and is hustling out the door. If that is his "long fuck session" I am not inviting him back for a quickie lol

well, they are likely hungry bottoms, and you list as a TOP, so the mere chance of a true top at the tubs or ABS would be the motivation to get off the apps and go, tho if you are already there, they know they have lost the chance, since hosing out and getting " ready" ( now, which chi- chi jock should I wear, etc) will mean you will have been swarmed by all the bottoms, gotten off, and will be gone before they can get there. Or, the other option might be they want you to stop doing what you went there for ( real, human interpersonal sweaty sex and cruising) and provide them with a detailed run down of who is there, how is the energy, is it worth going, or the kicker- if you are at the tubs- do you want to leave and come to my place for a few minutes? Oy!

The big worry is what would happen once you did buy a place like that, near a sex club or bar- and 3 months later the place shuts/burns down and a new business goes in that is not as desirable, such as a fast food burger place shooting grease fumes out 18 hours a day instead of popper fumes?

A lot is local custom, and/or time of the day. I knew 1 place in NJ where if you were there between 4 and 6p, workers getting off work and headed home would arrive, head to a booth and have a hard on within moments- if you got lucky to hit the booth next to them, you had minutes to help the guy out- fast fuck Freddies knocking one out before continuing on home to the wife and kids. Some places guys do the hallway dance, roaming around and around and leaning against the walls until someone interesting comes along and goes into a booth, but others may also be checking him out so it is a case of the fastest wins- the empty booth next to the new guy. Other methods are to take a booth with 1 or 2 gloryholes on either side wall, play a movie and monitor to see who enters the booth next to you. If they are not what you are looking for, either ignore their offering, or be polite and simply say no thanks thru the hole. If the guy is dense, or refuses to take no, then you pretty much will have to sit there watching your movie ignoring the person , or get up and leave the booth for a walk around and a different booth. Just know, someone you are not into may find you the perfect playmate, so even moving might not solve the issue If you grow a stalker, it might be time to go check out the store and the dildo selection. Just be alert- you do not need your valuables in all their glory to play in the booths, so leave them home- including the wallet. Some people in bookstores are less than honest. I bought a leather wrist wallet and had an expired drivers license in it, and the money needed for the booths. Nothing else really needed. Along the same lines- don't share. If you have poppers and use them, keep them to yourself. If the other guy asks for them, you might never see the bottle again, esp if the guy shoots after huffing them. Or the guy will suck the bottle so hard the shine will be off the bottle when he hands the now empty and useless bottle back just as he heads out the booth.

Great thread guys. Several friends and I have been batting this same convo around for the last few years. I came of age in NYC and enjoyed the many opportunities the city had during the mid to late 70's, tho I also missed out on a lot(which might account for why I am still above the dirt and not in it) Spent another 20 years out in Memphis and while it had a decent gay vibe, especially in the 80's, the many bars, and the bar owners, saw quite a few dying off thru the 90's. I moved to Ft Lauderdale in 2000 and have been here since, but to be honest- I do not feel like this is where I will remain. As others have posted, the Miami and Ft Lauderdale area are great gay vacation and play spots, but to live here is a totally different thing. Most folk living in Iowa or Indiana have no clue the sticker shock they face should they pack up and move here. Car insurance is crazy high, probably double what you might be paying in most parts of the country. Should you buy a house , FL has a weird insurance world. You can usually get a homeowners policy for a few thousand a year, but then on top of that you will likely need flood, another thousand or more, and then the dreaded windstorm insurance which will cost you a LOT of money. And if you have a mortgage, there is no escaping having to buy all 3 policies. If you can escape for $10,000 a year just in insurance, you will be doing good. Another aspect most moving here do not think about, the south east part of the state has about 7 or 8 miles of land development from the ocean in to the Everglades. There is very little open land left to build on, so unless existing buildings are bought, razed and then high rise condo properties built on the tract, there is not much more room for horizontal growth. And all of the infrastructure ,like roads, sewer, and water, were laid years ago when this area had a " season" of Jan thru April, then it went back to being quiet and sparse for 9 months. The "high rise hotels on the beach were mostly 3 , maybe 4 floors high.The number of sewer and water main ruptures here are crazy. Some is blamed on municipalities not maintaining their systems, but the other issue is pushing 10 tons of crap in a 3 ton pipe (anyone recall the Contadina tomato commercials of the late 60's trying to pack 10 tomatoes in an 8 tomato can??lol) If you want to drive around, the 18 mile drive from Ft Lauderdale to Haulover Beach in Miami ( the nude beach) can be done in about 40 minutes if you are very lucky, and if you stay the day and try driving back at 5 pm, plan at least 70 to 90 minutes due to congestion and wrecks. I had an appointment last week ,3 miles from the house, at 330p. I left at 3p and just made it to the parking lot at 325. As others have written, every area has its own list of issues, weather not included. From visits to Palm Springs, I could sense the area was a ghost town Sunday night thru Friday evening, at which point the inflow from SanDiego, LA, and surrounding west coast cities would fill the city and the gay resorts to the brim. Where it once was desert and open, the valley built up, and irrigated like mad, sprouting golf courses and floral displays where nature never intended. Memphis, when I lived there, was always fighting an internal racial battle. Traces of the old south were barely muted. Trendy neighborhoods, often gay centric, were only a block or two away from depressed areas with people living on the edge, or slightly slipped off it. Politics there, like any other city mentioned, would shift back and forth. But the city itself always had that feel of neglect- and just outside the city, where the white flight of the 60's and 70's settled, things were much more maintained and regulated- but not very gay. The thing is, and this has been the crux of my friends talk, there is really no one place that is perfect. Key West has gotten grossly overpriced ( and straight cruise touristy). San Francisco has a shell of what Castro once was, and to live there is super expensive- and from friends who live there, has become a gauntlet of dodging homeless and their trash and waste while trying to walk the sidewalk to shop or get to work. At one point a trend was happening where gay guys were moving to east Tennessee, near Knoxville. College town, mountains nearby, decent medical. But again, it is TN, and the politics of the state are, eh! And the area is still well cinched in the Bible belt, and not without its share of homophobic residents and politicians. So yes, I am curious where guys are migrating to , and to hear from locals in those areas (s) who know the real dirt on the location mentioned.

Never seems to get the workout I think it needs, and sadly too often when someone is looking, it is not ready for instant play. And of course, when it IS ready for instant play, no one seems to be on looking..

I have had great results using the CBD suppositories, I went online and did some searches and came up with several companies. My 1st order was to a company on Amazon, however when I went to reorder, they were no longer an Amazon partner, and I could not find them doing any on line searches. So I went back and searched all over, and found a great vendor called Foothills-CBD . They have a suppository called Rectannol in various strengths, I opt for the 100mg one and if only going to play for a short time, I can always cut the thing in half. Great customer service ( I just ordered 2 addl jars of 15 each during a Black Friday promo of 50% off and free shipping) The web site is a little twisty and turny, but I think if you just search Rectannol you will pull up the options- as I recall, they have 30 mg, 100 mg and 200mg, but do your own exploration. You will be in the flow thru the entire purchase and shipping process, with e mail updates when it is shipped, and a follow up after it is delivered. What I can say for sure, I have an anaconda dildo ( 13 inch insertable length,thick shaft with a flared cockhead and 3 bulges down the shaft. I never had any luck taking it to the base, but with 1 Rectannol in, and some addl lube, I now can take the entire dildo without discomfort or post play soreness. Good luck! And if you need help, just add "dot" com to the name I posted, and in the upper right of the home page is the search tab.

I was about to search for foot fetish and spotted this thread. Like RogerRay65, I just don't get into feet. Maybe at some early point in my perversions, someone had rank feet, or maybe it is related to how smells do or do not arouse me. A dirty hole or a leather cockring the guy wore while hosing (that has caught bits and pieces of shit and water and now smells) will kill my sex urges , just as a guy who has profound BO ( you know the type, you can smell it from the other side of the room and onions comes to mind ) So here is my question- ( and I mean no judgement, so if my question comes out sideways, understand my intention) What exactly is it as a top you find arousing about having feet in the play scene? I had a top who would come by now and then and suck my toes, fuck the space between my two feet while he held them together, and wrap things up by jacking his cock while I covered his face with my size 14's. And just as he got close he would slam his cock in my hole and cum- which really was about the only "thing" I got from the 30 minute process. And not to leave the bottoms out-- what about feet is such a turn on in your sex brain? I assume ,perhaps wrongly, most of the bottoms are doing the servicing of feet, unlike my case where I pretty much just was asked to put my feet up and let the top have at them.

Just a suggestion guys- drop BiPozLoader a message directly, versus a bunch of guys posting "Me Too's" on here. First off, he could miss a lot of your posts ( which a message to him would prevent) And while replies to posts are often hot and good reading, not so much for just a string of asks. Also, you are asking the man to help you, so an ask in a private message and a follow up thank you would pass the Miss Manors ( as in Wilton Manors) sniff test.

I had an allergic reaction to a banana Jan 1987- landed in the ER via ambulance( my BP at the minor emergency clinic that I drove to was 70 over 40 and unsteady) The clinic hit me with 6 shots of epinephrine and 6 shots of diphenhydramine, so I was pretty much floating for a few hours,luckily. One thing that was very common in the 80's, when a single 30 and older man had any medical crisis was to assume it was AIDS.I recall some nurse pushing a hollow needle into that spot on the wrist/thumb juncture to draw bone marrow for testing. He was apologizing about how uncomfortable it was, but I was so deep in shock and drugged from the clinic that I felt nothing. A week later, the cardiologist who had been my ER doctor called me and told me to come in to his office, the results were in ( in those words, I was already planning how many weeks I had left) And then the next day I got pissed at getting that type of a phone call, and pissed at how biased the medical industry was to gay men at the time. I went to the docs office, got the news, he followed up with a Western Blot test, and I learned my viral load was 84,000 and my T count was 45. AZT was the killer drug they pushed back then. I had been keeping a ledger sheet with the names of friends and the date of their death already, and already had 15 to 20 names init. I refused going on any meds. The only complication I had for 12 years med free was a case of walking pneumonia, and probably came down with it as a result of working a full time job and then at night working another 5 to 6 hours at a part time job out in the weather. When I eventually did go on meds it was late 1999 and the first generation of anti retro viral med combo's was just coming of age- drugs like epivir, viramune, etc. Once I began meds, I was laser focused on following the dosing schedule and not missing a dose. I have gotten on Dovato recently, 1 pill a day with just 2 drugs combined init, and have to say, I feel healthier than ever before. I cannot stress it enough tho- I believe the most important thing is and was making it a priority to never forget to take the meds exactly as prescribed. I lost a 85 year old poz friend 11 months ago. He had been in NYC in the 70's and 80's , even working the door at Rawhide for a while. He lived in Greenwich Village, went to a lot of the bars ( ahh, the MineShaft !! lol) and parties, and mid 80's he tested poz. I knew him the last 20 years of his life, and he was healthy and on meds. He even got covid twice, and neitherr time was it more than a cold that dragged on for a week or so. Being poz/AIDS didn't kill him, he made a left at a light and got slammed by an oncoming car. I mention his case, because for a lot of you neg guys, hearing a poz result from a blood test is not probably the thing that will kill you one day. ESPECIALLY if you monitor your health and stick to the dosing schedule of the HIV drug you will eventually go on.

My earliest recollection of anything homo- centric was when I was 5 or 6. I grew up in a small rural town, the city nearby had a mall, and in the city core all the trappings of a real city, so if we needed new shoes or clothes for school, my Mom would haul my ass to the mall . I would ride in the back seat of the car, and in one particular area there was a stream that ran alongside the road. If I went back (and it even exists ) today, it was likely a ditch and the stream was just rain or melting snow draining away. But back then, almost without exception, I would look out as we drove past that water, and imagine myself naked,floating on my back with my dick stiff, and a boy or two riding on my stomach/chest, and using my cock as a steering device. And even tho I had no idea why, my 6 year old cock would be hard . By the time we would get to the mall or into the city, it was all over and out of my thoughts, until the drive back home. I am not going to lock in and say "that" was the moment I knew I was gay, honestly, I don't think early 60's gay/homosexuality was even talked about or acknowledged in those words. And not going to the prom in high school didn't lock it in for me- I would have been "obligated" to ask the girl across the road from my house to it (17 days apart in age) and at the time she was having sex with the high school band director, a lot!! I kept a big distance from her, or had either her parent or one of mine present if we were hanging out, I really was worried she would get knocked up and all eyes would fall on me. And I knew even then I did not want a woman nor a kid ( esp if it wasn't even mine) in my life path.

There were a few guys at work I always had that "curious how they are at fucking" thought . It was a blue collar type environment, and the one "kid" would always have his phone in his hand when he walked up to the row of urinals, fish his cock out with the other, then rest his forearm on the wall while scrolling thru the phone with the other and pissing hands free. And while most guys would damn near press themselves into the porcelain to prevent the slightest chance of their cock being seen by another guy, he never did- and would even carry on a conversation with guys washing their hands ( with a long mirror in front of the sink that let you see the full side profile of the people at the urinal.) One other guy always came off a little homophobic, if other guys were also around, but then would be overly interactive with either conversation or good nature touching/horseplay with several of my out and or known gay coworkers, so I really believe he was very much on the DL and in the "right" setting would have laid some damned good pipe. But, the job was way more valuable than any 5 minute ( or 5 day even) fuck and the subsequent awkwardness or HR issue. Now, I retired from there recently, so I guess, if the opportunity ever presented itself.... lol

I used to always use a dab of toothpaste on my hole after I was all done hosing and showering ahead of play. It not only served to "freshen" the hole after all the hosing and sludge slides, but I swore by Arm and Hammer mint gel for the effect it had on my ass lining- a rub around the ass lips and then poking it up into the hole, and within a few minutes the "drool" was in progress. Now that I have retired and can play, too often solo, every day, the need to prime the slime is not as much of a need. I def upvote the use of some mint gel toothpaste for the guys who do not use their hole daily if not regularly. And, the other benefit, I am one of those older bottoms who came of service in a day and time when it was expected the bottom would always be spotless for the top, so even if the hole is spotless, if there is a lingering scent it can disrupt my pig head. With the toothpaste in use, it clears that risk and keeps the head in slut/pig mode.

By a weird twist of the Universe, I happened onto a Tumbler post a few minutes ago that perfectly addresses this topic, by a renown authority and man of guidance to millions. [think before following links] https://at.tumblr.com/designing-with-dogs/mr-rogers-explaining-the-facts-of-life-manhole/73eb2ww1qdqk

Well hell, I volunteer to be your hole by proxy- you can use the boy all night long, I will stand behind you and the Dad can pump and grind my chute till the lights come on lol

I read thru all the posts ( so far) on this thread, and everyone posting has voiced good views. When I am working to make a top blast his nut, I try to work with what I have in front of me. If he is conditioned to just fucking pussy at home in a wife or girlfriend, and he needs to think of my ass as another pussy to seed, then let him sputter away calling it a pussy, or any of the other terms mentioned, or not yet mentioned. BUT, in my head, I do not especially care for it - if he is straight or bi and fucking out on his woman, why lump me in with her? I would like to believe I am the guy he can turn to to have aspects of sex he is unable to get the partner to do for him- be it taking it up the ass, or going ATM, watersports, etc. And to that filter, I offer a special orifice not possessed by those females, so why then devalue it by calling it a feminine term? I am perfectly fine calling my anus my hole or my ass, and my mouth, my mouth. And again, I am greatful for the guy being a top and wanting to fuck, so if he needs a female term to balance things in his head, I will play along, tho if it is too over the top, he may end up on that list of guys who can only come over on a limited basis.

Ta hell with who is the top- who ( more to the point, where) is this bottom?? I sure as fuck wouldn't stand a chance of getting fucked in any town this hole was in !! LOL