Loveitraw

That's the point 😉. There's no such thing as a waste of time when you enjoy what you did.

What can I say, I hide my slutty gay self behind a veneer of nerd. Sci-fi, fantasy, and lots of memorabilia. I love gaming in general, I was raised with table top and board games of all kinds, special fondness for Heroquest, Space Hulk and D&D. Now much more of an online gamer but I love breaking out the dice when the opportunity arises. I just tend to keep the gaming and the slutting separate to keep the straights comfortable 😉

I'm not sure I "get" this, I really don't. I understand that people like finding their place and expressing themselves accordingly but I don't believe, at all, you can learn to be a Top, or a Bottom, or Vers. You are one of those. You might as well ask me why I chose to be gay. I am a Bottom. Have I Topped? Once or twice, yes but literally only on a couple of occasions and I didn't like it. Its not me. Just because I did it doesn't make me Vers, and while I did it I didn't feel like a Top. Just like the couple of times in my teens I made out with a girl doesn't make me bi. We are what we are, be happy with how you see yourself and forget other people's labels.

When I was about 6 or 7 I discovered that by hanging by my hands off my bedroom door and doing what were effectively pull ups I would hump against the door and create a lot of very pleasurable sensations without knowing what they were. I discussed how I discovered masturbation in another thread but it all stemmed from these early work outs. By the time I entered a real gym at school they were impressed by the number of reps I could do, the trick was to not get hard doing them 😉. Ever since then I have been able to cum from prostate stimulation alone and that let me to where I am today.

This thread right here is part of why I love this site so much. OK yeah the filth is the main draw but sometimes a bit of affirmation is needed to put a spring in the step. Now I just need to go get some loads 😊

I think there is definitely elements of this throughout the scene. I've met a few tops who are surprised to find out I'm mid forties (Lucky I guess). But it goes both ways, I personally have little interest in tops who are much younger than me as I have found the experience to be, typically, less than satisfying. That said, in a casual hook up or sauna scenario I absolutely don't discriminate and I don't specify an age on my profiles because there are always good surprises out there. I will always pass on guys who emphatically state "no one over xxx" or "no older than xxx" because I won't fuck with guys who, based on their own criteria, wouldn't fuck themselves.

I love sucking cock and the act itself is just as important as the pay off to me but I do like a nice mouthful as a reward. Like most here I will say the flavour varies. Cum is definitely an acquired taste and between guys it varies wildly in flavour, consistency and amount. However, I haven't sucked a guy I wasn't happy to and I've never taken a load in my mouth I didn't swallow. I do prefer it when it has a sweeter tang (fyi pineapple makes your cum sweeter, smoking makes it bitter) but at the end of the day a load is a load.

Tbh, like everything, it depends on the situation. Some guys are genuine masters and use fingering to warm a hole up and they do so by playing it like a fucking harp. Some guys just ram fingers in which isn't that comfortable and something of a mood killer even when pre loaded. Then it depends if its a drawn out session or a quick pump and dump where foreplay just isn't needed. It can be great but if you are going to do it my suggestion is to do it to yourself, a lot, that way you'll know what feels good and what will work for most who like a little digital anal manipulation.

For what it's worth, and as you say not derailing the thread, I agree with all your points. 10 out of 10, UK

I think everyone always thinks, "Hmmm, maybe I should be more adventurous..." but when I look back on the things I've done I wonder if perceptions are skewed by what we each consider normal. I do think I should try more but I know for a fact that there are those who, if they knew, would consider me an incorrigible deviant. On the flip side I've met guys who told me I needed to relax and enjoy more (that's because their version of relaxation contravenes multiple statutes). I've been fucked and sucked off guys in multiple locations often more than one at a time and very often in places that are pretty public. As others have said I'll try it but if I can't see the enjoyment then it'll be over pretty quick, but I don't discount things out of hand. I've never indulged in chem sex, I admit some curiosity but I have never sought it out. In all honesty I've never needed anything to lower my inhibitions, I do enjoy poppers but even they aren't essential. I guess the long and short of it is that I consider myself to be generally in the middle of the (wide) road of sexual expression but it doesn't take much to make me veer over to the extreme lanes for a taster.

Depends on the car. With a decent back seat you can push the front seats all the way forward to open up a nice bit of space for shenanigans, something I have done more than once. With a nice bit of head room you can push the passenger seat into recline and then climb on top of the occupant. If the aim is to keep the doors closed and cold night air at bay then the options can become limited.

It's definitely real for some but not all. I never had it. Rarely ever had so much as a cold until one day I was hospitalised with pneumonia. As my consultant discussed with me there is so much conflicting info surrounding HIV out in the wild that many, including medical practitioners, can be blinkered to what is and isn't true. Several Doctors and Nurses spoke to me about my infection and none of them believed the answers I was giving them telling me I must be omitting something from my discussions. (This is not to say I didn't receive good care, just that they weren't specialists) It was only when the Consultant and his team arrived that any headway was made. He estimated, given my general health and fitness (surprisingly good despite what was growing inside me), that I could have been infected anything upto ten years before, certainly no less than five or six. He described my circumstance as being at the extreme end of the spectrum but not entirely uncommon. I have been told in my very candid discussions at the clinics that I could see symptoms appear if I were to stop meds as the virus reasserts itself but the severity cannot be guessed at.

It definitely does. Whilst it is muscle, that doesn't mean it gets stronger the more you use it. If you are regularly opening that hole up or stretching with larger than average sized toys etc. You will end up with a puffier, more easily opened hole rather than the tight little dot you started with. Personally I'm all for that and I like having my hole stretched out, but then I like to (i.e. Need to) let things rest for a little while before allowing any more extreme play. Kegel exercises are said to help keep things tighter and there's no harm in trying, plus it feels good to tense and release (well it does for me). Just enjoy your hole 😈

It's a tricky one because sometimes I want to get fucked and sometimes I don't. When I do want to get fucked however I need it more than once and ideally over a long session. So yeah I'd be happy with once a week as long as I need the rest of that week to recover 😉

I would say not exclusively, I'm happy with any Top who wants to play. Sometimes though there is something to be said for vigour and youthful energy.

Never be pressured to go outside what you are comfortable with. No-one who tries that is worth your time. I love poppers. They make me feel more relaxed during sex and give me a "glow" that heightens the experience for me. I do not say this as an endorsement, rather I say it to explain what may be in it for those that enjoy them. I am clued up on the use of them and they are pretty much my only vice, I drink alcohol rarely and don't do any recreational narcotics. That said what works for one isn't always going to be good for another. So finding what's good for you, even if that's nothing, is all up to you. I've been offered other things at various times and always declined because I wasn't comfortable with the idea of losing control. If I'm ever in a place and state of mind where that changes maybe I will experiment more, but the bottom line is it will absolutely be my choice. I don't have a rule book as such but if I did one that would be underlined would be, "Walk away from pushy fuckers!!"

My favourite is a heavy chrome one like ErosWired describes above. I've not yet experienced any issues with slippage (but I'll keep it in mind now) and I can wear it comfortably for quite some time. As stated in the poll, I wear it for me because I like how it feels and the added weight makes everything swing when I am fucked. I've had guys question why a bottom wears one and like every preference I have it's not for anyone else. The guys who like fucking me like it/are cool with it and that's good enough for me.

Absolutely. Have been, no Idea if anything ever ended up "out there" but I like to think someone somewhere is getting off to me getting reamed and creamed.

Great start, I swear my hole spasmed at "Just go with it mate this is happening." I love the certainty.

I don't disagree that some level of connection makes things better but once you start looking for that connection you've already stepped beyond the desire for a casual hookup. If I want to get to know the guy I want it to be more than a one shot deal. If its a superficial meet I, quite frankly, don't even want to know names.

As far as I can tell you've just described the difference between cruising and dating. I like both but I want very different things in either scenario and just cause I'm doing one doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing the other.

Like others have said, depends on the Top. Sometimes a quick pump n dump is all they want and I'm fine with that especially in a cruising situation. However, my favourite Top recently isn't satisfied with just cumming once and he typically holds me there and stays inside (and stays hard) until he's ready to unload again. Those sessions have taken anything between 20 and 45 minutes to load me up. At the end of which I am a shaky but satisfied mess. Size might not be everything but staying power counts for a lot 😉.

A wonderful psychedelic fantasy. I've thoroughly enjoyed it in my own sinful ways!

It will always be true that no single group has the monopoly on dickheads. It just seems that way when you are on the outside looking in. There will always be those looking for something other, those that don't meet your criteria, and those that you miss while you were checking out the previous lot. I try to be open minded, especially when cruising, but there are always those that for some reason put up a red flag. These days I am easy going and comfortable in my own skin so if someone doesn't like what I have on offer so be it. Likewise if I am not interested I will move on. Not every game is a jackpot winner. But there's almost always enough in the prize pot to keep the players happy.

Pt.4 I walk home. Somewhere along the way I stop and buy some cigarettes, I haven't smoked in five years but I need something to cling on to. A ritual that will let me centre myself. I'm still about a mile from home and it's early morning when I stop at a small park and sit and watch the morning. I call work and tell them I've had some news and need a personal day. They understand plus I never have any sick time, har-fucking-har. I light the first cigarette from the pack and draw from it. And cough like someone who hasn't smoked in five years. It becomes easier though as my body remembers. I feel a calm settle in. Probably the nicotine, but its welcome nonetheless. At this time, although daybreak is well passed, the park is quiet and peaceful and it is just what I need. I try not to think about last night but it is a big neon sign buzzing for my attention. Everything Sean said. About me wanting it. I definitely wanted fucking, but nothing else. About never asking status. Fuck! Who does that? Especially in the heat of things. OK I have been reckless, but I'm not a chaser. Am I? I let guys fuck me raw and I haven't been tested for a while. I just, I just don't think about it. I stub the cigarette out on the bench and automatically light a second as I sit there trying to get my head in order. A jogger breezes passed me calling a cheerful, "Good Morning!" I couldn't say if it was addressed to me but I nod in accord even as I darkly smile to myself that I'm not convinced I agree. Alone once more I stand and start to walk through this little green haven in the direction of home. As I near the exit I pass a little concrete toilet block and I turn in. I don't honestly know why? But I could use a piss. I stand and the urinal and put it to use. As I empty my bladder I breath deeply and the smell of the room hits me. Stale, earthy. And for me associated with a lot of early hookups. My cock thickens until it is hard in front of me. I grip it more firmly and start to stroke right there. Despite the last twenty-four hours being a total roller coaster my libido is somehow undiminished. Something about wanking off in a public toilet has always turned me on and I get into a good rhythm. Not thinking about anything just enjoying the sensation. Needing to feel the pleasure radiating from my cock. I hear some rapid footfalls and before I can react the jogger has entered the block. There is no way I can hide my erection or pretend to be doing anything other. He chuckles and steps up to the urinal alongside me. I start to try and cover up when I realise that his hand is rapidly pumping his own stiffening dick. "My lucky day." He says, "not usually anyone else around at this time. I almost always have to settle for a wank." With this said he turns to me and strokes his very hard cock in my direction. I glance him up and down. Slim, runners build mostly hidden by the baggy grey tracksuit. At a guess his age is late forties maybe an in shape fifties. But his cock is getting most of my attention. A very healthy seven inches, the foreskin pulled back over a swollen flared head that is wetly beading with excitement. It's like a switch has been flicked and I drop to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his cock and wanking his firm length a few times before I lean in and slide my tongue across the end tasting his precum. I sigh a little as I take him in my mouth and start to suck him hungrily. "Oh good boy." He hisses as I slide him all the way between my lips. "That's just what I needed." I murmur my agreement around his cock but I do not relinquish my sucking duties. I feel his hands on my head and I glance up at him as he fucks my mouth. He is looking down at me and smiling. Like I am receiving some benediction I feel the peace I needed. This is what I want, where I want to be. This is who I am. I shuffle my position and shove my jeans down. I unbutton my shirt and pull it from me. "Fuck yes!" The man has his cock buried in my throat and his approval is everything right now. I am a slut and right now I am his slut. I pull off of his cock and spit on it, wanking it to make sure the whole length is slick before plunging him back, deep into my mouth. "It really is my lucky day!" He is holding my head and sliding between my lips with long strokes of his cock. "You are a real fucking slut aren't you?" "Oh yesh" I manage from around his cockhead before pushing my lips down to his base. I hold myself there and strain pushing my tongue out to lick the skin of his balls, a trick that only works as long as you aren't choking. "Oh fuck you are good boy." He pushes me off of his soaking wet dick holds my head and looks me in the eyes. "But you want more don't you slut?" I manage to nod between his hands still panting from my cocksucking ministrations. "Well let's give you what you want then." He guides me to a cubical and pushes me forward so I am bent over the toilet bowl. His fingers are probing between my cheeks and he finds me still wet and open plunging two fingers straight up me. "Oh you dirty slut, how many loads you have in there?" "A few, I..I don't know." I stammer. "Someone had fun last night." He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me making me gasp. "Don't need to worry about lube then, do we?" I bite my lip as he replaces his fingers with his cock in a fluid motion. He reaches up and squeezes my shoulders giving himself leverage to fuck me. I expect hard deep thrusts but he is slow and deliberate. Every inch in and out. Constant. Building his pleasure in a steady pump. I am naked and being fucked in public again. I am panting in pleasure with cock inside me again. I am being a slut again. Fuck it feels good. This hard cock inside me. This hard bare cock about to add to the loads inside me. To add to Sean's loads inside me. Sean's poz loads. Oh fuck. Neither of us said anything about status, doesn't anybody ask!? "Oh fuck!" I verbalise the combination of sensation and realisation I am experiencing. My fucker echoes it and tightens his grip on me as his cock swells and jets all the way inside me depositing yet more sperm in my slut hole. He withdraws from my cum filled arsehole and affectionately squeezes my shoulder. "Yep, definitely my lucky day!" I blanche a little at his words. He quickly leaves and I grab at my clothes and hurriedly make my way home. What the fuck is wrong with me?