gaynevets

Let's hook up and have raw fun in celebration of two adults mutually consenting despite our government's disapproval.

I'm looking for a Dom top who wants to spend New Year's Eve with me at the Crew Club. I'll get one of the larger rooms and you and I will party with other horny fuckers into the new year. I am only interested in raw bareback action, no questions asked. You'll find d that I can be sensual or wild, whatever you want.

My nipples used to be quite small and insensitive. After several years of play, they have become fairly large and prominent, poking through most shirts I wear. They are also sensitive enough that rough play with them gives me an erection or otherwise enhances sex p!ay. Has anyone else had the same experience? What do you do to your nips? What really makes them sensitive?

Hey, I'm looking for a bareback top to go to MAL at least one night with me, this year. If interested, HMU and we'll discuss.

I'm a bottom but there are so many out there that I feel the need to top just to be able to have sex. Are there any bottoms here who have managed to make the switch to topping and, if so, what did you do to put yourself in the right frame of mind?

Club Philly

It gets even better! I only started doing this recently. I'm 52. Keep that in mind. Last night after almost two hours of intense edging, I pulled out the sound and stroked to completion. Didn't take many! I blew a huge load, and I think a little piss, all the way up to my forehead. Here's the good part! I woke up around 1am, hard and horny, and stroked out another load, just plain old jerking off. Felt great, man! Woke up at 6am, hard and horny again! Gave up that last half hour of sleep in favor of another orgasm ? Three times in about seven hours. Cost me so e sleep, but made me feel 30 again! ?

Jesus! I've recently begun masturbating with a sound inserted into my cock. Holy fuck, is it intense! I also use two silicone cock rings, one around the base of my cock and one around my balls. Poppers and nipple clamps round out the fun ? But the sound is the main thing! It keeps me hard for as long as I care to jerk off, which is running close to two hours now. And it keeps me from cumming until I remove it. I can bring myself to slightly over the edge of an orgasm, continuously, and not cum or go soft. I imagine it's what women feel like when they have multiple orgasms! And when I pull it out and bring myself off, Jesus, the amount of cum and the force! Jizz in my hair, all over my face and body, it's amazing and freaking intense! Highly recommend!

Nothing like the Glorious. There are a few out of the way spots but you'd see and be seen. Maybe try wearing a blindfold and kneeling somewhere? Pretty clear signal. Sorry, that's all I got.

Ok, let me just say that the new venue, the Crew Club, is awesome! Great facility, clean, lots of amenities, secure lockers, steam and sauna, private rooms, slings, plenty of action, actual work out facilities separate from the "recreational areas", a d a really great, friendly staff! Compared to the old venue, it's like going to a fantastic steak house, finally, after years of only eating at McDonald's. Whether you go for CumUnion or just to have fun, I highly recommend the Crew Club on 14th Street in DC! Note: parking is a bitch. There's a garage not too far off 15th and K. Also, you're not far from Logan Circle, so lots of gay bars, restaurants, etc if you want to make a full night of it!

Try the Green Lantern off 14th Street NW. It's in an alley off 14th.

I will be the big, tall guy with glasses wearing a pink jock and with "FAG" cut (not written) into his right, inner thigh.

CD4 is 450, VL is 45000. The journey begins.

Got a notice that the DC Cumunion will now be held at the "New Crew Club", instead of the Glorious Health Spa. It could be held in a dumpster behind a Planned Parenthood clinic, and still be an improvement!

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I was surfing Craigslist today, usually a waste of time because of all the poseurs and closeted guys just looking for jerk-off material and pics. But one ad caught my eye, guy claiming to be bisexual, had a motel room not too far from me. No pics, average stats, but what the hell, right? I replied to his ad and went on cruising other gay hookup sites to arrange my Saturday night dose of vitamin D ? To my surprise, he responded to my email quickly and after a brief phone call i was on my way to see him. For once, everything worked out just the way it was supposed to! He was in room 106, nude and stroking when I walked in. I wasted no time in removing my clothes and was in the bed with him within a minute or two. Fuck me! He has a beautiful, large cock, easily seven and a half inches long and just thick enough. After I sucked him for a good ten minutes he told me to assume the position. I knew which one he wanted and so I crouched on my knees and elbows and presented my ass to him. A little lube and bam! He was drilling my ass deeply! Fucking hell, it felt so damned good! I like being deep fucked by a good, long cock; too many guys just aren't long enough to get more than an inch or two inside me but this guy? He was shoving a solid four inches of hard, pounding cock up my hungry ass with every thrust! It was heavenly! We switched around positions, he took me crouched over, flat on my stomach, on my side, and on my back with my feet in the air (my personal favorite). Eventually, he came, squirting his load deep into my ass. After, I sucked his semi-hard cock clean while gently finding his asshole. He told me it has been a while since he had gay sex and I was amazing and that he normally didn't like his asshole being played with. Then he said "Do you want to fuck me?" He went on to explain that he had only bottomed twice before but he felt so relaxed how I was fingering him and that he thought my cock wasn't too big. I reached for the lube, put some on my hand and worked it into his asshole, then stroked my chub into a full hard-on. I got off the bed while he knelt on the edge of the mattress and stuck his ass out. I stepped up to his sexy butt, pressed my bare cock head against his hole and began pushing gently into him, further with each thrust. We both grunted when my cock head entered him fully and then it was just pure pleasure for both of us as drove my bare cock into his raw asshole. J fucked him for six or seven minutes straight before my balls tightened up and I came inside him. He was begging for it the whole time, wanting me to blow my load in him. So I did. I squirted my toxic seed deep into his body, where it probably still is as I write this. He didn't ask and I didn't tell. Fucking has never been better!

Know why it's called that? Because, fuck! It's the worst flu you'll ever get! Still recovering from it. Supposed to be very infectious at this stage. Sucks to be certain patrons of certain adult book stores with glory holes, that I frequent Not sure how long I will go without meds. Have to monitor my health, and all. I suppose if I begin feeling poorly again I will take up meds. Who knows?

I first met Mark on an extreme fetish website. It has “kink” and “pigs” in its URL. You can figure it out. I was posting some pretty extreme stuff on the site’s Pigboard, sort of a combination of things I've done, things I wanted to do, and things I needed done to me because I'm a faggot bottom. I had no idea my fantasies were actually tame, until Mark answered one of my posts. (He has given me permission to use his name but we go by “sir” and “faggot”, now.) I had posted a piss play offer, giving my location and desire for hot urine. I had only dabbled in it, before, two guys pissed on me and I liked it. NKP seemed the place to find more guys into it. I was pretty excited when Mark replied to my post; the site seemed geared toward British perverts, and he was close to me, in the US. Anyway, he expressed an interest in pissing on me and making me drink his piss direct from his cock. Poppers friendly, etc! I accepted his invite, especially because bottoms outnumber tops in my area by about 4 to 1, and I did not want to miss the chance of finding a top who would give me his bareback loads (assuming piss play leads to raw sex). Mark gave me his address and two days later I drove 35 minutes to my destiny. His house is in the country, set back from the road and surrounded by a small woods. He uses me frequently, outdoors, now. Then, I only thought how private the setting was, and how anything could happen there. As instructed, I took off all of my clothes and left everything in my car, then I went to the side of his house and down a short flight of steps to a steel door. I knocked twice and waited. When the door opened, I was at a loss for words. I guess I was expecting some wild dude in fetish gear but Mark was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, barefoot. Handsome devil, too, still is! 5’11”, 175, toned but not muscular. Blonde hair, green eyes, dimple in his chin, more movie star than master. I knew from his pictures online that he was as hung as he claimed to be, 7” soft, 9 ½” erect, and girth to match! I was eager to see that in person! Mark stepped aside and I followed him into his dungeon. Dungeon is the only word for it, really. Picture a basement, maybe twenty by thirty feet, ceiling barely more than six feet high, low lighting. In one corner was a toilet, standing by itself. Next to it was a shower head with an enema attachment. There were hooks and loops hanging from the joists, a sling, and along one wall a set of shelves holding an amazing assortment of sex toys, dildos, clamps, whips, restraints… Before I had stepped very far into my future play space, Mark stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Before you go any further, we need to set some rules. First, I am in control, absolute control. Whatever I say, do, or want is strictly up to me. Is that clear?” “Yes”, I replied.” “Next, you must address me as sir or master; failure to do so will result in severe punishment. Understood?” “Yes, master”, I replied with enthusiasm. This was going to be fun, I thought to myself, not realizing exactly what it meant to be a true faggot. “Also, I do not believe in safe words. If you cannot handle what I am dealing out then you are not a true faggot, you are a merely a poseur. You will endure whatever I choose to mete out to you, yes?” “OK”, I said, realizing too late my mistake. His foot lashed out without warning, slamming into my testicles. I doubled over in agony, my breath escaping explosively from my chest as the pain overtook me. “Stand up”, Mark commanded me. Not wanting more of that, I obeyed, although the twist of pain in my abdomen kept me slightly hunched over. Most of you know exactly what I mean. I couldn't know, then, that I'd learn to enjoy cock and ball torture even worse than that kick. “Now, are you clear that there will be no safe words? Or do I need to reinforce the lesson?” “I'm clear on it, master.” “Good. Now, there is one out for you but only one and it's final if you choose it. If you say 'I want to be let go’ three times in a row, I stop, you leave and you never contact me again. But I'm going to challenge you the first and second times in a row, to make sure. And you'd better be sure because if you start down that path and stop at two, your punishment will be severe.” “I...I understand...master.” He looked down at my soft, shaved penis, sneered and told me to slowly spin around. As I did he said “Well, you have a nice, round, soft-looking ass and an insignificant penis. Show me your pussy hole.” I faced away from him and bent over, spreading my ass cheeks with my hands. “It's good you know how to shave and keep my fuck hole clean. Yes, I said 'my’ fuck hole. I own it now. Do you bleach it?” “Yes, master.” “Alright. Go to the shower corner and kneel down on both knees.” I complied quickly, not knowing yet what would trigger punishment. Once I was down, Mark undressed. His cock, soft but slightly chubbed, was beautiful and just as it was shown online. Almost before I realized what he was going to do, he stepped up to me, took his solid cock in his hand, aimed it at me and began pissing on my chest, belly and crotch. I started to move my hands to rub his hot urine into my skin but he said “Stop. Hands behind your back, faggot. And tilt your head back a little and open your mouth.” I knew what that meant, as I acquiesced and closed my eyes for good measure; nothing burns quite so much as pee in the eyes! The musky scent of his piss filled my nostrils as he directed his yellow stream of salty water into my mouth. I began swallowing it, and he leaned forward and shoved his thick cock between my lips, saying “Drink it all, faggot! Drink from my cock and don't waste any!” I eagerly worked his organ with my mouth and tongue, sucking and swallowing every drop of his hot, salty urine. I was both pleased and surprised that it was not bitter, too. Too often, I have not been able to drink my fill because of the bitterness of the guy's piss, but Mark's was great. Of course, I understood that if I didn't swallow all of the contents of his bladder, there would be punishment in my future. For now, that wasn't a problem. After the last drop had been sucked out of him Mark pulled his now half-erect dick from my mouth, patted me on my head and commented “Not bad, faggot. You have earned thirty points towards your reward of my cock in your faggot pussy.” -more?-

Of course, this is all fictional, wink wink nudge nudge!

I gave up on PrEP. I was only fooling myself. I wanted that bug, bad!y and was only taking the blue pill so I could pretend it was protecting me, when I was only taking it three or four times a week. My chances of infection were about 75% compared to someone not on it. Good odds, for a while, but that inexplicable desire to be seeded kept growing stronger and stronger, so I dropped from three or four times a week to two or three, then just once and then I decided to be honest and true to myself and I stopped taking it altogether. That was about a three month span during which I actively sought out poz guys. I met and got fucked by several, but they were all on meds and undetectable. Then my friend Mark told me he was poz. Mark had fucked me about a month before I stopped taking PrEP. Although I didn't know it when he did so, he had seroconverted. When he told me he was poz, I responded that I was no longer on PrEP, that I decided to take a leap of faith. Mark, of course, was somewhat confused that I had decided to stop taking meds. He didn't quite understand my strange strange desire to be infected with HIV, but to my surprise and delight Mark said that since he had learned he was poz, he was especially horny, and really wanted to infect other guys. So, when I told him I had been off PrEP for almost a month and had no protection against infection, Mark replied saying in ten days the meds would be out of his system and he would be infectious. Fifteen days later, last Thursday, I took a day off work and went to his house. Mark is a multiple cummer, and for the next five hours he fucked me, cumming inside my ass seven times before he began shooting blanks. We whispered nasty things to each other the entire time. I'm going back to his house next week for another breeding. I want to make sure I receive his gift and that it thrives inside me. Of course he wants the same. If you're on PrEP and on this site, you know what you really want. Stop taking that blue pill and embrace your destiny, as I have.

86 also means dead or death or put to rest. I don't know why.

This morning, took off work. I fucked him and came inside him, no mean feat for a bottom like me! He fucked me and came inside me several times, an easy feat for an unmedicated, poz, bareback fucker like him. I should know in two or three weeks if I've joined the ranks of the gifted. If not? I can always take another day off work for his toxic seed.

Poppers are widely available at any ABS or sex shop. There is usually a wide selection of brands. Try the DC Eagle to pick up a top for a threesome or, if you both are just looking to get fucked, check out the Glorious Health Clean. DC has a very vibrant gay community centered on Logan Circle.

I'm looking for web cam sites that are free, where I can set up a feed and put myself on display and take requests. If I can find one by Thursday morning, I will cast myself having raw, unprotected with my post buddy.

I have come to enjoy wearing a butt plug while masturbating, and after I've taken a few loads, to keep them in me. I also like going out in public with one in me. It makes WalMart bearable