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I can't imagine suffering in the heat with a full leather setup down there; the humidity alone would make me strip down to the bare essentials. Perhaps that's a blessing in disguise, for I know I wouldn't be alone in my need for relief.

I know the perfect library bar where I'd meet you for a drink, dressed in my dark pinstripe tailored suit. The pants are tight, subtly hinting at my growing desire for you. After a few drinks, I'd whisk you away to Lincoln Center, securing a private balcony booth seat just for us. There, I'd take your hand, lean in close, and whisper, "I have a secret to share with you." I'd then take my cock out, inviting you to a taste, knowing you couldn't refuse the allure. Thick and large, my member would beckon you to indulge in our mutual pleasures without reservation. Your eyes would betray your lustful passions as you take me in, unable to resist. While Ascanio in Alba, K. 111, plays its enchanting melody, I'd lead you behind the curtain, by the stairs, drop your trousers, and mount you, my hand gently covering your mouth to stifle your moans. Using your hole to relieve my burden, at our crescendo, your hole would be stretch, soar, and drench in my cum. I'd then tenderly repaint you, helping you adjust your clothes before we return to our seats to enjoy the rest of the performance. You'd melt into the safety of my arms, purring like a kitten as I brush your hair gently, rewarding your affections with soft kisses on your neck. After the opera, I know just the place—a intimate, sleazy East Village dive bar where we can continue our night. In the backroom, I'd share you with a few close friends, their hands and mouths exploring your body to the rhythm of others stroking their cocks, eagerly awaiting their turn to use you. In the end, you'll definitely need dry cleaning, but it'll be worth it as you wake up in some stranger's bed, surrounded by me and a few others, ready for rounds four or five. Our night will be a blend of romance and raw passion, a memory etched in both our minds.

Germans are a very order based society, so when they play, they do not fuck around.

Oh boy, yeah your swimming in a very small pool there. I'd say your best bet is DC, or Atlanta, but I'm sure you already know that. I hate NYC, but you just can't beat the action.

I always keep a rotating inventory of false profiles when dealing with corporate entities. I even have a MD that doesn't take insurance, so everything is cash. I live off the grid as much as possible, but when they want you, they will find you. When they tried Operation Starlight, they didn't just employ the cluster array of cameras attached to a blimp. They fused together every bank, deli, restaurant, and business camera, storing it all in a data center that recorded at least six months of video and location data. They were able to track back from an incident and follow the suspect in reverse to their home. The ACLU sued the state of Maryland to stop that level of surveillance, but we all know it didn't stop. The problem is that the technology is so good, and it's the perfect tool to maintain control if so desired. We wanted Star Trek, unfortunately I think we're going to get 1984

Yeah recon was better years ago for BDSM, there still are good players out there. However with you being in NJ your odds are lower than NYC

"Humanity is a garden, and the xxxxxx are the weeds"

Speaking for myself, I was always anon online, and then things changed. Hiding became impossible if you lived in the modern world. From RFID tags embedded in everything you own to the time you take your morning shit, Skynet is aware of everything in real-time and can predict your movements and thoughts with a high degree of accuracy. Unless you're willing to live like Ted Kaczynski congratulations, you're in the matrix. Operation JLENS made hiding impossible, no matter what precautions you take.

You might want to give FetLife.com or recon.com a go. Recon is for more serious players, whereas FetLife is for the curious.

So you're the boyish Walter White, huh? If you're where I think you are, I can see the beach house not being much of a draw, but a pool will always do that. I hate wearing clothes in the water; it seems pointless to me. Yeah, Chris Hansen isn't someone I'd want to accidentally meet on a hook-up, followed by a press conference featuring my picture and the sheriff's little story time. That just wouldn't be my ideal weekend plans. The mentoring aspect is a weird role to be in, especially if your ideal relationship is one of mutual life experiences. My past adventures were mostly positive because of the people I met and those I chose to refuse association with. I find that you really are the company you keep.

Most boys, especially twinks who hook up with much older men, do it for a few reasons, and it's usually not for the leathery signs of aging on a man. 1. Free drugs and dick 2. They're sugar babies 3. Have a daddy fetish 4. Prefer staying at a beach house for the weekend However, speaking for myself, when I first came out at the age of 22, I sought out the oldest men I could find to help me answer a burning question I had been wrestling with. I'd offer to buy them a drink and ask plainly, "How did you survive the AIDS epidemic?" They all responded with, "I was in a committed relationship," or "I was a strict top." They knew I wasn't hitting on them but rather seeking their guidance. They were all too happy to offer their insights to me, as most people my age ignored them in a mean-girl way. Once I had my question answered, I began hooking up here and there. Being a twink, I naturally sought out other twinks, but would dabble with some older men in their 30s and 40s. They were a little easier to deal with than my peers. After a time, when I was watching my friends dying off one by one, I decided to seek out something different and found recon.com, where I looked for an older Dom for protection from HIV and the wisdom a Dom man can offer (not that I really understood all of that at the time). He was in his mid-60s and taught me a lot. Not just in sex, but mentored me through his generous patience and understanding. He wasn't the stereotypical dirty old man that many twinks think of; instead, he was kind, patient, and understanding, like a perfect father is with his son. Only he had a sling, an Alpha sub boy, and a chest full of goodies to experiment with. He knew I wasn't a true sub, but gave me the space to experiment with that in a way that I could allow myself to be, given my limited mental capacities at the time. He saw me struggling and wouldn't allow me to retreat; instead, we would talk about my fears and help me process them. Just shy of a silver bullet, I was able to get back on the horse for a while. Now back in combat operational capacity, he saw my Dom side with the various boys we shared who craved the raw energy the BDSM lifestyle has to offer. We were a great Dom duo, which his Alpha sub was only too happy to lap up. The sex alone would have been worth it, but what I actually received by taking that leap was far more than I could have even fathomed. I learned about myself and how to recognize needs in someone's eyes. I became a quicker and more accurate read of people, to almost mystical psychic powers of understanding. In conclusion, there’s a phrase that I’m fond of: "May fortune favor the bold." For those who are willing to toss the dice, they’ve already looked past any physical imperfections an older man may have. Instead, their eyes are targeted on a grander prize that only older men can offer: love, appreciation, knowledge, wisdom, maturity, the safety and security wrapped around them like a warm blanket on a cold night. These things are never found in that perfect twink at the club, and they know it. Instead, they seek someone like you, sir. I hope that answers your question.

Ha ha ha, I said that as a tip of the hat to the moderators, however in truthfulness the sex with enhancements section alone is enough for me to do that. I've been there a little bit and the romanticization of meth is weird for me to read. I get the fun aspect of it as far as pigging out, they just always neglect to mention the come-down part.

Over the years, I've read plenty of content on this site that had me clutching my pearls. They do a good job while asking very little in terms of restrictions. The guidelines are fair and mostly for legal reasons. Considering the content on this site, I'm surprised at how much we get away with. For that alone, I am grateful for this site and the work the moderators do to keep everything going strong.

Being rimmed as a bottom allows me the time to properly prepare myself mentally to offer my submission to my top. As a top, communicating with each touch and probe of my tongue that I am now claiming your ass as my property, and that I’m about to rock your world. This can be an intensely intimate and dominating experience. This level of communication and intent deepens the connection and serve to heighten the pleasure for both parties involved

You've really captured how age provides us with wisdom from life experiences. At one point, we didn't appreciate the reasoning behind the limitations in age of consent laws. I suspect I'm not alone in saying that as we mature, we no longer view a younger person as our equal peer, but more as a recent recruit in the adventures of life. As a senior officer, it suddenly becomes our charge to guide and protect them, rather than capitalizing on the vulnerabilities of the situation.