drscorpio

Fixed it

I did give you a simple hint. That was until you decided to launch into a personal attack.

@daddybear, you cannot just take over someone else’s story. Either start your own story, or get @RotzBBengel to publicly give you permission by posting here.

Moderator's Note: This is not a Last Load story. Next time, don't give us the preview just the recap. You owe us a recap on this one

You're sexy, and skin-on-skin wins out. I don't think you need to feel bad about what happened, but I wouldn't let yourself obsess over him. That "I shouldn't have" business is going to get tiresome quick.

I’m not picky about height and weight, but a short, well-hung top is really sexy to me.

I think it would help you stay clean just as much. But I find the other ingredients in Pure seem to increase my natural lubrication. I couldn't take a cock that was anything less than fully lubed before. Now I don't have trouble with spit only or even almost dry.

I think the chia and flax seeds are supposed to help you produce more natural slickness in your hole. It may be entirely placebo effect, but I noticed it was easier to take cock with less lube when I switched from generic psyllium capsules to Pure.

There is more information here: Short version is he was accused of sexual assault by some costars, so all the pretty boi studios dropped him.

When I started teaching at the university where I work, most of the guys in my department were my dad’s age or older except for one guy who was my age who had been hired the year before. We had met when I interviewed for the position, and we both knew the other guy was gay. He took me out to dinner the first Friday night after I started work, and we ended up fooling around. There wasn’t a lot of chemistry, but we were horny 30 year olds. We fooled around 3-4 more times over the 5 years we worked together, but it was never any stress. It helped that neither of us was that into the other which kept jealousy from being an issue.

Moderator's Note: I was unable to fix the post @hamser made above. Here is a repost of the invisible portion. John knew how to follow the rules. Not by the bdsm obedience kind. But the one with the smile of easiness and the feeling of ‘yes, OK I can do it’. He was ready. The moment he stepped into the car I could smell the soap and the smooth lemon shampoo on his hair. I liked it. While I was driving I explained him the set up. Since he had agreed the ‘no buts no ifs’ deal I had to keep my side of the bargain. The ‘no secret agenda’ part. I told him about Mattias and his apartment. That when we ‘ll enter the loft there will be a glass on the front table. He will have to drink the cocktail and then he’ll go to the bathroom to fresh up. I asked him if he wants to be blindfolded. I have to admit that he surprised me by answering me that he preferred not. The trust issues were still there I guess. During the week till his birthday we had to work on that more. Some scars from his own jungle seem to be deeper than I thought. That’s OK. We all need our own time to heal the pain, the loneliness, and the need of self destruction that a cumdump like him - or me- carries. No matter how many smiles… No matter of how self confident we look when we drive our car down the streets of the city, or programming set- ups of gang bangs like the one I have organized for him… still… deep inside, we all are lonely creatures… trying to reach out for deeper understanding… I guess Kate Bush long ago had made a song about this deeper understanding thing. I am not sure if he knows who Kate Bush is. I guess in the soundtrack of the ‘jungle’ Kate Bush’s songs are not included. I put again my father figure mask saying that not him having a blindfold is not a problem, as long as he would put a kind if restrain like the horses do in the races so he won’t look back who is fucking him… “Instead”, I made it easier to him. “You can focus easier to the porn that will be playing in front of you in one of the huge TV sets our host is providing…”. I told him few things about Mattias and his ability to register the points. You have every right to know a thing or two, about the man who will have access to your veins... My father figure trusting voice was doing the work well. He seemed relaxed. In andrelanine of course but still not alarmed. The same mask of ‘yes, OK I can do it’… but with a touch of glow in the deep of the eyes. I explained that there will be a few men coming to the party. All escorts and all bare. “ Some will stay just for a quickie some will stay maybe longer. Some will take chems some might not. But kiddo you will definitely be the center of attention. Its up to the guys if they want to be introduced to you after the fuck or if they want to remain anonymous. I do not share info about their work their profile names or their telephones. I share the loads and that’s it. “No. You don’t have to worry about the cash… I am taking care of this”… I showed him the envelope but I didn’t tell him how many banknotes are in it. He didn’t ask either. What he asked was this: “Why do you do it?“ It was time. It took him more than few months of brief encounters and a night of sharing the sleep to ask his first ever serious question. Until now what ever talk we did, didn’t really include questions. Or at least questions that their answers matter. The ‘no buts and no ifs’ part of the deal, demanded the ‘no secret agendas’ part… Again… Fair enough. We were already there. I could see Mattias building. Downtown is empty at this time of hour. But I couldn’t trust my car at the side of the road. Not in that neighbourhood. When the evening falls and the offices close, the mood of the area changes. It is like if a black veil of sin covers the atmosphere. A smell of urine combined with cheap perfume of junkie whores. Pimps and heroin dealers. No safety net. And not nice to drive a fancy car or carry envelopes with banknotes. Mattias has given me the code for his private own parking lot. I park next to our hosts’ car. But I don’t get out. I turn of the engine and I stay a bit silent. “Why I do this… You see Stephan, I call you Stephan because it is time for truths and Stephan I will tell you the truth at least as far as I can understand my own motivations…. … “In this life we lead, the world with cumdumps, toxic bare loads and chemsex, it is not easy to connect. Not easy to trust. Not easy to stay sober. … “I call it ‘ jungle’… There is no mercy if you show weakness... Big beast eats little beast… There is no tomorrow if you start losing your self. It took me some time to understand what kind of river I chose to cross. And even if I always thought my self as a pretty good swimmer, there were times I felt I was ready to drown by tsunami waves. It is pure luck I just didn’t. But I could. … “You see my friend… the most difficult in this jungle or this wild river, is not the cock, or the sperm, or the chems. The most difficult part is to connect. We avoid to connect. We avoid to be human. Taking the position of exposing the hole as you and I prefer, deep inside we do just that: … “ We disconnect with our humanity… … “At first sight it looks that we are weak. We are holes… useless cunts… We become vulnerable taking random cocks thinking that it is our way to survive in this jungle… “…but weak… sorry, we are not... …. “Some we will survive some we won’t. We play with fate. And the odds are against us. But we still continue playing this losing game. Love is a losing game. How true indeed. Good entry choice for the Dutch in Eurovision by the way… “ He smiled at my last comment. Good. A true queer knows about Eurovision issues. I smiled back. I don’t want him to get too serious and spoil his mood for fun. But I owed him an answer. “And now we are back to your question. ‘Why I do this’… … “I do this because you look like me… few years ago… of course you are better looking than I ever was, definitely more nicer, and for sure friendlier than I will ever become. You are even smart enough to protect your space, and still remain goofy and a bit romantic since you ask strangers to share your sleep and help you fullfill your fantasies…. … “But weak? No, you ain’t... … “I am a bottom. Not a top. I know how you think. I know how your thoughts operate. I used to be like you. In a way, its thrilling for me to share a journey with another cumdump. Cumdumps can be ignorant and possessive. Believe me I’ve been in the jungle way longer than you… “… So my Stephan… I consider you as a challenge. My own tribute to the paths of your destruction. Or salvation… that is up to you… “… Today it is a test. The inviroment of Mattias is one of the safest you will ever encounter. You will deal with professionals. And the chems and the slams that you will be given are going to be first quality…. … “But it won’t be like this next Saturday. It will be darker and seedier and more dangerous… … “I like you. I wish someone like me would come and do the same thing years ago. It would save me from some serious problems. It would put things maybe in another prospective. And maybe change my path of life. But no one did. Or if he did I wasn’t paying attention and I let him go. C'est la vie.. . … “So it is to time for redemption, my friend John… from now on you are not Stephan… ll’ be back to JOHN. So John… … “I do this not because of you. But because of me. It is all about me…” I said and got off the car. He followed. We walked towards the elevator in silence. I called Mattias on his cell. “We are here… “ I said. I opened the door for the elevator. I let him in first. He seemed a bit confused. But the smile was there… “You are good. What’s your job, you said? “ he said with confidence. Back to his old self… I smiled back knowing that my smile has no sweetness or easiness like his. But from time to time it seems to do his job just fine. “I am just a cumdump kiddo… an old beast who knows how to survive in the jungle… “ I answered… And I pushed the button for the top floor. The button had the letter M. “M” I heard John saying. “Like the Fritz Lang’s film… Yes it’s going to be fun… “ I let his comment flow in silence. I made no comment… but deep inside my mask of indeference I smiled…. Damn, that’s why I love the jungle. And its beasts….

I think it’s important to remember that you are also fulfilling the top’s fantasy. They want to load up a hole that they didn’t have to wine and dine or even sweet talk.

I think location tracking was the feature that put this on the radar.

I think it depends upon where you are. I have yet to see one on a guy although I see them in sex shops, so I know people are buying them.

You have done about all there is to do. In my experience, most tops will go for bare once they know it is on the table.

Moderator's Note: I was willing to let whore4poz do things his way until he got tired of putting links in every post to every other post. I don't blame him; that was tedious. Since he didn't want to keep that up, I have combined all the posts into one thread the way we have done it with everyone else's stories (I'm sure someone can find an exception, but this is the general way we handle stories). It's easy to go to the first unread post in a thread. Look at the image I linked below. The little icon immediately to the left of the thread title will take you to the first unread post in a thread if you click on it. It looks like the two solid shapes if you have posted in the thread; one of the shapes is empty if you have not. I have hidden all of the posts in the thread that discuss the virtues of posting in a single thread versus a thread for each chapter because they were no longer relevant. If you think you said something important in one of those posts, PM me, and I will look at unhiding it.

Moderator’s Note: How about we observe the rules and not talk about chems outside the Backroom?

I was at TBRU last weekend. The first night I went to a sex party a friend was throwing. BBRT said about 95 people were coming; there were probably 50 guys through the party over the course of the 3 hours I was there although never more than about 20 there at any one time. I got lots of cock in my hole. There were lots of good places to bend over and make yourself available. I think I only got a couple of loads, but I had 15 or more cocks in me. Unfortunately, I got a case of food poisoning or a stomach bug the next day, so I my hole was out of commission the rest of the weekend.

I don’t think biosciences were anywhere near sophisticated enough in the 60s and 70s to custom make a killer virus. What did happen after Stonewall is that LGBT people moved to the big liberal cities in droves. Large vibrant gay ghettos sprung up in these cities creating concentrated pockets of gay men. Soon this virus that had already been around started to take off in these highly concentrated populations.

You’re fine.

In the early days of this forum, rawTOP and a few other people made it a point to try to save the stories from the older Bareback and Bugchasing sites that were slowly dying by reposting them here. If you see a sex story from 2010 from him, it is one of those.

Moderator's Note: Here's a little feedback. The way you used the word "clean" is offensive to a lot of people. Guys who have contracted an STI are not dirty. Whatever you meant by "clean" please spell that out. Also, I get that you are new to all this. But to say both that you are not attracted to men and you want a man to suck on your knob is a little two-faced. Saying you are "looking for oral only with no reciprocation offered" is really what I think you mean. That's not a problem to a lot of guys. Good luck!

I was thinking I had watched this one before

What you said it totally cool. It was clear where you are coming from. I merged two threads on the topic. Sorry for any confusion.

I would rather fuck with a guy I know is going to fuck bare, is decent in bed, and isn't going to try to hang around too long over an unknown quantity. But new dick is always exciting.