Bbdude78

wow... I've fucked in every country I've visited, and I've been travelling for 20 years, so here goes: Americas: Canada, US, Mexico, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominican Republic (so 6) Europe: Portugal, Spain, France, Uk, Ireland, Italy, Switzerland, Belgium, Luxemburg, Netherlands, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Austria, Germany, Czechia, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Greece (so 21) Other: Israel, Turkey, Morocco. (so 3) TOTAL: 30. And I plan on adding a few more in 2025. 😉

UpGuys . com they sell both. They are based in Vancouver I think. You set up your profile online, they will call you for a consultation over the phone, and send you the stuff through the mail pretty fast. It's definitely more expensive, but I think you can submit it to your insurance.

This is going to be a long story, but I feel like it's important to understand the context of the longevity of my fuckbuddy relationship. My longest fuck buddy is one of my mom's male cousins. We come from a very large extended family, and although he's my mom's cousin, we're only 10 years apart, him being older than me. I had met him when I was a 8 and him 18, at my grandma's funeral. But we lived far up north, so we didn't get to see mom's family that much. I met him again when I was 20, and he was 30, for another family funeral. We chatted a lot because a) I found him really attractive; and b) we were both really into family history, genealogy, and collecting family pics. So we bonded over that. He said he had a ton of old pics that he would ask his "partner" to scan and copy, and he could send them to me. We exchanged email addresses, and the family funeral / reunion came to a close and we all went back our respective ways. I had been out for the closet for a year by that point. My folks were ok with it. I was still very much a gaybie. Back at Uni a few days later, I messaged my cousin and asked him as politely as I could what he meant by "partner": business parter, or life partner? He replied he was referring to his boyfriend. I was ecstatic. I wasn't the only one in the family! Hurray! I told him I was also gay and that we should hang out more. I was in Quebec City at the time, and he lived in Ottawa, 400km away. We made plans for me to visit. I stayed at his place for a long weekend. It was super fun to hang out with a gay family member, and his super cool boyfriend, and discover a new gay scene. That saturday night, I came back stumbling from the bar alone. I crawled into the sofa bed in my cousin's living room, and passed out drunk. I was dreaming about having sex with my ex. But it felt so real. I could feel him caressing me, grabbing my cock, jerking me off, kissing me on the neck. I realized I was half asleep, dazed. I turn around, and see my cousin's face. He's gropping me on the sofa bed. I freak. the. fuck. out. I immediately jumped, feeling weirded out, and shocked into silence. He sees my panic, profusely apologizes, and goes to his bedroom upstairs. I pass out again. The next day, we hang out again, he shows me around town in his pick up truck, brings me to pubs and restaurants, we have dinner. Not a word about what occurred the night before. And then, he parks in this beautiful park along the river. It's getting late, and storm clouds are gathering. He says he wants to apologize again for the night before. It wasn't right. He should have asked permission. He feels bad. He hopes I don't think less of him, etc etc. I take a while to respond. Keep in mind I had only started discovering threesomes at that point, and wasn't even aware open relationships were a thing. I was so new to the gay world. But I guess my inner pig was starting to emerge. I hear myself reply: "Don't worry about it. Sorry about my reaction, I was just so confused because I was drunk and because of the dream I was having. If anything, Chris, I really liked it. I think you're hot, and I'd love to do it again, and go further". Silence. He's surprised, and we're both looking at each other. Then, the thunder cracks, and rain pours. Like, a wall of rain is falling from the sky, and you can't see jack shit. No point in driving in this weather., we'll have to wait till it passes. Our eyes are locked, and I make the move. I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back passionately. And then, in his busted ol pick up truck, in the middle of monsoon-like rain, he fucks his little cousin for the first time. I remember it like it's yesterday. That was 25 years ago. Since then, each time we could be in the same city, we would meet up, hang out, and fuck. His boyfriend is now his husband. I've also fucked the husband, and I've played with both of them together as well. Overtime, our sexual interactions have changed (I went from being a bottom in my 20s to a vers top in my 30s onwards), we still love to hang out naked, have a few beers, kiss, suck, jerk off together, etc. The last time was when I visited him in NYC in February 2024. And he's coming to my naked cottage weekend next week. I don't think this relationship will ever fade away. Family love. Gotta love it. 😉

Not sure if this is what you<re referring to, but do a search on Fb for: Illuminaughty Play Parties. It a group that organizes private sex parties for gay men in Ottawa, at rented venues. They've hosted a few parties so far. I'm a member, although I havent been to any of their parties yet. But I've heard good things about them.

French Canadian here. Catholic background. Large families. And definitely uncut, (most of) the whole lot of us. The one exception being my brother. He was circumcized at birth for medical reasons. The doctor called it: his foreskin was so tight, it would be difficult & painful to pull down, so there was definitely going to be actual hygiene and sexual health issues down the road. But back in '72, they didn't use anesthetics on babes. So they knocked my newborn brother out with a shot of whisky and cut him right then and there. lol. But my dad has a glorious slab of long, thick, uncut veiny meat, and I'm happy I resemble him in that department (well, aesthetically speaking. He got me beat on size. lol)

"...amazing when he's hard." eh? Do tell... 😉

Yeah, I'm with you on the fact that it's bonkers. I mean, assuming we agree that stealthing = rape, because the victim did not consent to unprotected sex, and you still went for unprotected sex without their knowledge or consent = no consent = rape, then my question would be: why not align the max penalty for stealthing with the max penalty for rape? A quick google search reveals that the maximum penalty for assault with intent to commit rape in Australia is 14 years imprisonment. And then of course you could have aggravating factors that would make the penalty longer, such as knowingly / willingly transmitting an STI. But yeah, going for a "max life" penalty does seems disproportionate.

also 10 out of 10 for me.

Only ever did a cousin of mine. I was his first. He was 19, I was 29. I taught him all about gay sex. We had fun on and off for about 5-6 years. He's bi. Our fun ended when he found his gf, the now mother of his two kids. But he's out with her. He told me she knows he's bi, and she knows him and I played around, and she's fine with it. I suspect they're swingers. They seem happy, so that's all that matters. But I still miss sucking that nice thick dick of his.

Everything you said read as a fucking epic ode to life. Kudos, man. This is raw, powerful, intense, and beautiful.

I've been taking loads for years now, and I'm still neg. And those loads were from mostly undetectable guys, or detectable guys with a low viral load (a few hundred). I feel 100% secure knowing that an undetectable load will not convert me. Which is why I find them boring now (sorry medicated guys, no offence. You can still fill me up, not a problem. lol)