AlwaysOpen

I totally understand the position the MODS are in, and I also know 99% of what members write here is never intended to run afoul of the rules. HOWEVER, I do have some real issue on the methods used. As an example, WhtHole4U USED to be a very active member on here, and contributed numerous writings and stories, which in turn drew more members to the site. In his last story ever written here, he let his imagination get a little too deep into [banned word] , and was suspended 30 days and it pissed him off. He has never returned. And we members are worse off for it, his stories were the stuff of multiple orgasms with each chapter posted. This was an author who posted complete stories, finishing each one .He was involved posting comments. And when he fucked up , instead of delving in and working with him in a kinder/gentler approach, he was suspended. Boom. No, hey, this is hot, but we really need the (...) changed and then we can let it fly high. Not only did it piss him off, I think other terms might be embarrassed, hurt, insulted. Another writer recently got pounced on for one of the chapters he wrote and posted, and was also suspended for a while. Why not just reach out to the person and ask them to edit, or rewrite that chapter, .It is sort of the harsh "kick to the balls" to the very members who contribute to the site, that will result in fewer and fewer guys willing to contribute to this site, for fear of suffering the same fate. And pretty soon, this will just become another internet ghost, much like AOL chat rooms or ManHunt. If the argument for not working one on one with a member with a problem post has to do with the sheer volume of posts MODS have to post, then perhaps the solution isn't to deter members from participating, but to add a few more MODS so the work isn't as overwhelming. As to the OP - I have been on here since Sept 2010, and when the whole scare happened about credit card companies not processing charges from websites promoting/engaged in illicit activities ( RentMen, CraigsList among them) I was nailed with 8 punishment points ,not for creating a post about something that had now become a no- no on the site, but for having replied a couple years prior to something someone else had created. Those stupid fucking points laid there on my profile for ages, and just in the last year or two finally were purged. But for someone who tries to color within the lines, those points were insulting. When I wrote in about it, I was told they meant nothing and not to worry. IF they meant nothing, they never should have been there. And it ought to have been immediately obvious, they did mean something, at least to me. So yeah, I understand your anger and frustration- but I also hope you will let this pass and stick with the site. Perhaps in less than 12 years your punishment points will also disappear from your profile .

I don't know if it is even available for sale still, but I bought a replacement dildo when my dear , old, and worn out Dick Rambone just had to be put to pasture. Not able to find a new Rambone locally (one clerk in a Wilton Manors gayborhood sex shop looked at me when I asked if he had Dick Rambone dildo's and asked me if I was time traveling back to 1990! So fuck him, I went to another shop and they had a wall of HUGE dildo's, and not outrageous prices. I bought one called Anaconda, in black, for around $45. 13 or 14 insertable inches, made up of a large, sloped head and then 4 oval egg like bumps for the shaft, and thick. And the ever needed suction base. While Rambone really fought my 2nd ring, the anaconda with the sloped shape pushed right thru it and within a week or two of use I got all the way to the suction base, the head pushing against or partway into the 3rd ring. The only problem is, the name is linked to a newer dildo, so searching for it has not been very successful. I suspect the "newer" dildo either owned the trademark for the name, or bought it. But if you really want to loosen the 2nd ring, keep an eye out anytime you are in a bookstore/ adult novelty shop- this is the perfect ringer.

Ahh, a long lost ( somehow I never read it back in 2016) story from the epic write WhtHole4U

I disagree, from the standpoint of a certified 110% bottom. Nothing better than a gaped out, sloppy drooling hole after taking on every cock (and perhaps a few fists and a foot or two) available. lol

Now, what was the address of this place, and is there a line of white bottoms waiting to get let in? haha

Here is another hot little story from 10 years ago, now I need those fine UK members to direct me to this Trades Hotel, and if you happen to have a discount code...lol

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.