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The bearded guy looks like Dolan Wolf to me - could be wrong though!

I stumbled across a video on Tumblr a while back of a bearded redneck taking load after load on a picnic table in the woods. I’ve been trying to find it ever since - all I can find is what looks like the original Xtube link, but the video itself has been taken down. Anyone else know where to find this video? [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/5-loads-in-13-minutes-on-a-picnic-table-in-the-woods-34390231

I was surprised at how into this video I was the first time I watched it but it’s hot as hell. The internal animation is so fucking hot. [think before following links] https://dwarfonium.bdsmlr.com/post/152784668

He just left. God, that was exactly what I needed. Nice, quick, uncomplicated fuck. He had a nice beefy body, with a soft, furry belly. Good kisser, kinda rough but also tender in his own way, with the tang of cigarettes. Faintly musky pits, which he didn’t mind when I sniffed. Cock was closer to 5” once I got his basketball shorts down - rock hard, with that nice flared head. Easy to deep throat, and even easier to take up my hole. Didn’t take us long to strip each other down, and I dropped to my knees and sucked him in the doorway to my apartment. Loved his gravelly moans. I stood up and led him to the bedroom, where I got on all fours on the edge of the bed. Poppers and lube were already out on the nightstand, and he got right to it. He lubed up his cock but not my ass - a very selfish top moment that turned me the fuck on. I took a whiff of poppers and he plunged in. His size made it easy for him to sink into me, to the balls. He started pumping hard and fast right away, groaning that I had such a nice hole. Took about five minutes of him fucking and me pushing back into him for him to hit the point of no return. Couldn’t feel his cock throbbing, but it was a big, one week load and I could feel the warm rush of his seed in my hole. He slipped out while he was shooting and sprayed my hole and my ballsack with cum. He shoved it back in and continued to fuck his load deeper while moaning. Once he’d had enough stimulation he collapsed onto the bed next to me, where he kissed me and tugged at my pierced nips until I rubbed out a couple ropes all over my furry chest and belly. He took off and now I’m lying on my bed, feeling his load dripping down the backs of my thighs. Fuck, I needed that.

Beefy, furry Latino guy with a fat six incher with a flared head is coming over to dump a load in me. I’m cleaned out, got my poppers and lube ready to go, in a tank top and gym shorts with no underwear, so he can just yank them down and get to business. I’m so in the mood for a rough quick breeding tonight. I hope he gives it to me. Guess I’ll know in 12 minutes....check back for updates......

This dosing schedule hasn’t been approved by the FDA yet. There’s some research showing it may be effective, but it’s not being recommended just yet. Source: I’m an HIV researcher working on PrEP drug trials.

I’ve always heard that the hiking trails at Blue Hills Reservation in Canton, MA are good for cruising. Anyone been there recently? I’ve heard the cops patrol sometimes, anyone run into trouble with the law?

Sexual health nurse here: Likely it means that the infection is only in your rectum, but what I usually tell my patients is that to account for the possibility of any (very unlikely) lab mistakes, you should consider yourself to have it in your cock as well. If you want to be absolutely sure not to pass it on, I’d say no sex of any kind until a full seven days have passed since getting treatment.

Lot of misconceptions here. Yes, an untreated HIV infection can take years to lead to AIDS, but that doesn’t mean it won’t cause health problems. Seroconversion illness (aka “fuck flu”) itself, especially in older folks who might have other health conditions, can be pretty serious. And in folks with weaker immune systems to begin with, the progression to AIDS might be much faster. Also - yes, there’s a risk of kidney function issues with Truvada, but the risk does not increase substantially with age unless you already have another kidney issue (something any doctor would screen for before starting someone on Truvada). I am also not following your logic in saying that “it would not even be a health issue” if he took ART after getting HIV, but taking PrEP is somehow more likely to cause kidney issues? There’s a risk of kidney issues with most antiretrovirals. And don’t get me wrong, as a public health worker I’m not a fan of a lot of things that “big pharma” does in the US, but if you really think PrEP is a ploy to “get people to take drugs they don’t need” in order to sell more drugs, don’t you think they would rather people became HIV+ and needed multiple/more expensive drugs? I work with multiple MSM in their 70s who take PrEP, and it’s a perfectly valid option to reduce their risk of HIV infection. I like that it empowers them to have the kind of sex they enjoy at a time in their life when they can finally let loose, after living through some of the worst periods of rampant homophobia and the terrifying early days of the AIDS epidemic.

Do I need to be black to be uncomfortable with porn sites referring to black people like they’re objects instead of people? And I can’t help but notice you don’t have any snappy comebacks to any of the posts by actual black people in this thread, so clearly you don’t have the courage of your convictions. Nice try, though.

Gee, it must be so difficult to have to be considerate of other people’s feelings. I’m so sorry for you. Seriously, though, the way people use the term BBC has always made me super uncomfortable. I think one of the worst examples I noticed recently was how Tim Tales was titling their video previews. They’d have a video of a threeway with two black guys fucking a white guy, and they’d title it something like “Two BBCs for Cody” or something like that. The black guys didn’t even get fake porn names...just “BBC,” as if they were an object like a dildo. I stopped going to the site because it was so awkward and dehumanizing.

Nice. Been meaning to make it down for it one of these months.

How was it?

I recently hooked up with a 60 something daddy I met on Scruff. We chatted a bit and he told me he was a total top dad who liked younger furry cubs like me. I was horny to a pretty stupid degree and I told him to come over just based on one pic of his muscular torso covered with thick silver fur, but when he showed up, he didn’t do it for me at all in the looks department. Still, I wanted a cock in me, so I thought I’d go through with it and hopefully get rewarded for my perseverance. We started making out, and I pulled his shirt up and over his head. His fur was there, as advertised, but his body looked much different from the pic. Whereas his chest was muscular with well defined pecs over a pleasantly round belly in the pic, it now sagged, so much so that I had some trouble finding his nips through his shirt. Like a dutiful boy, I dropped to my knees and undid his belt, partially concealed by the overhang of his belly, and pulled down his jeans and boxers to reveal a very hard but very small three inch cock. I went to town sucking it anyway, but inwardly I knew I wasn’t going to get the deep, satisfying fuck I was craving. Still, a good boy does his best. I spent a good twenty minutes sucking him, first on my knees, then on the bed. I could tell he was enjoying the stimulation but he also seemed tense and nervous - I think he must have known that his pics weren’t really an accurate representation of what he looked like, and he was nervous that I’d kick him out. Instead I offered a back massage. Once he was lying comfortably face down on my bed, I pumped some lotion into my hands and started kneading the muscles in his back. I’m not a trained massage therapist but I do give a pretty good rubdown, and I found a lot of tension in his upper back and shoulders which I worked out as best I good. His little grunts and moans of appreciation told me I was doing a good job. I started to realize, from behind he actually looked pretty good. He had a broad back and shoulders that told me that despite having gone to seed a bit, he had a naturally muscular build and probably at one point in his life took really good care of his body. However as my hands drifted down his back, I came to his ass which was pale, flat and distinctly less muscular (the other curse we Irishmen face). As I kneaded his glutes, his cheeks separated revealing his hole - which to my surprise looked quite slack and loose. Maybe he wasn’t the total top he claimed he was. My fingers inched closer to his hole with each long stroke across his glutes, and the moans were louder and more frequent the closer I got to his hole. I let my index finger land right on the outside of it, and paused. I started to stroke across it gently, top to bottom, and felt it start to open. He moaned and pushed his hips back to meet my finger, and I slid it inside of him. There was next to no resistance as my finger sunk to the hilt, finding the lobes of his prostate. I began to massage it with slow but firm strokes. He grunted and sighed contentedly. ”Is this OK, Sir?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be. ”Yeah boy, that’s - MMMM - that’s good.” I started to work his prostate more vigorously, thinking with pleasure about how that little cock must be leaking from the pressure I was applying. I slipped another finger into him and now focused on stretching his already slack hole while continuing to give him what I was sure was the most thorough prostate massage he’d had in a while. Meanwhile, to my delighted surprise, my own cock (which had previously betrayed my distinct lack of arousal) had grown to its full 6 inches and was throbbing deliciously. I knew it was a role reversal, but I also knew exactly what I wanted. I pulled myself up onto my knees behind him, and wordlessly lubed up my cock. I pulled his hips back to meet mine, lined my cock up with his pucker, and sank into him to the balls in one stroke. He groaned as he felt me inside of him. Now, I like to top, but over the years I have had enough experiences where I lost my erection or couldn’t get off (I think I suffer from death grip syndrome) that I generally shy away from topping. But tonight was all systems go. For some reason, this unattractive daddy who’d used misleading pics and described himself as a total top got my dick rock hard with his flabby ass and his blown out hole. My cock reveled in the sensation of his looseness, the smooth walls of his gut slick as I plowed him from behind. Within five minutes, to my almost disbelief, I started feeling my orgasm churning in my balls. “Fuck, I’m getting close Daddy...you want your boy’s load?” ”...Yeah,” was his hesitant reply. Something in his voice betrayed the same confusion I felt. I put both my hands on his ass and leaned into him, so my strokes would land deeper inside him. The slow build of my orgasm was incredible - totally unlike the quick, intense orgasms I have when I jerk off. First, the electric tingle in my cock head, focused in the frenulum, but quickly spreading all down my shaft. Then the gradual tension in the muscles at the root of my cock, steady at first, but then becoming a pulse as my semen poured into the base of my cock. I felt my cock throb and jerk inside of him as I growled, “Fuck daddy I’m cumming!!” And after two or three dry throbs, I felt the first pulse of my seed explode from the head of my cock, followed by six or seven of what I’m sure were thick ropes of cum - all deposited directly into his guts and thrust deeper by the continued pounding of my cock. I slid out of him. Not a drop of the load I’d left in him followed my cock out of his hole. Good, I thought. Keep it all in there. I surprised even myself with my breeder instincts. He rolled over onto his back, sweaty and breathless. The puddle I noted on the sheet underneath him confirmed what I’d suspected - I’d milked quite a bit of prostatic fluid out of him. He stroked his little dick furiously until he dribbled a small load onto his greying bush. He dressed and left rather quickly, without much more than a muttered thanks. I don’t know what he was expecting to happen, but I like to think that I gave him what he really wanted all along.

I think what you’re referring to is a serofast reaction. The usual blood test for syphilis looks at antibodies your body makes when you’re infected with syphilis - and those antibodies often persist in the bloodstream for some time after an active infection is treated. So it’s not necessarily a true “false positive” - you *did* have syphilis at one point, and there are just leftover antibodies circulating. There are also several other diseases and conditions (including autoimmune diseases like lupus and rheumatoid arthritis, or other diseases caused by bacteria similar to syphilis, such as Lyme disease) that can cause the test to be positive for the type of antibodies that occur with syphilis - in this case, although the test isn’t necessarily a “false positive” for the antibody, it is not a true positive for syphilis.