SFCumdog

Me too! I love this story

Anyone know what happened to that great story about the young doctor who comes home to find his bf cheating with a woman and then moves out and into his own place in a transitional neighborhood with an ABS downstairs. The story revolved around smoking and becoming a BB bottom?

Hey everyone, my buddy Pup asked me to let everyone know that he is out of commission for a bit but will continue this story after April 4th. So hang in there till then to find out what happens to this Pup.

Great start to what is gonna already be a great story. I didn't expect any less from ya stud!

It sure is one of the hottest! I just hope our author's stuff gets straightened out soon for his sake. I'm missing his storytelling abilities

I kind of stumbled across the party one weekend while vacationing in Germany. Until that point I had never even heard of it. So I thought, what the heck, and off I went. Just reading about the way it worked was giving me a boner, but seeing it actually play out in the flesh was even hotter. I thought it was pretty amazing. As a top to just be able to walk around and grab a handful of whatever piece you want, without all the formalities of small talk, as though you were inspecting a piece of horseflesh at a horse fair, was a welcome change of pace. And the mares you top and put through their paces are all really great and very appreciative of your efforts when you've finished. I'd definitely go back anytime that schedules aligned and I was in a city that hosted one of these parties.

Hotload84, it was Club Body Center! That was the name of the place on 13th Street. As soon as I read that I remembered it. I loved the Chancellor but it had started to get so dumpy and rundown that I switched over to going to CBC instead. And that was where this story took place.

Mikey, I can't remember the name of this place. I think the Club??? It was on 13th Street. May have changed names. I liked the Chancellor.

Thanks BrisFuck. I will have to write more!

After years of reading and enjoying these stories with both hands, this is my first attempt at telling one of my own. Please don't be too hard on me I appreciate your comments though. Perhaps if you like this I will write more. Did you ever have one of those experiences that gets so deeply etched on your brain that you can’t forget it? I know I have, and it was almost like a scene from a movie; one in which the mists part and out steps this person… a person almost defying description. In my case though, the person came not from the mists, but from around a corner; a corner in a bathhouse in Center City Philadelphia. But my reaction was the same as if he had stepped from the mists. I saw him and my heart skipped a beat and I think I stopped breathing for a second. There I had stood, reclining back against the bathhouse wall, one foot propped back against it too, as I took in the sight of this giant of a guy that came lumbering down the hall towards me that night. My reaction was visceral, and instantaneous. I wanted him and everything he had to offer, and I wasn’t gonna be happy till I got all of it. It was late afternoon of New Year’s Day, about 1997. I had decided to go down into Center City as past experience had proven that this day was a great day for getting some action at the local baths. The big New Year’s Day parade was winding down by that time, no one was feeling any pain given all the alcohol that had been consumed on the streets just to try and stay warm, and for guys like us, the horniness level had been ratcheting upwards for hours. And so when that happened, there were only two things you could do. You could either trundle off to one of the gay bars in Center City in hopes that the combination of booze and flirting would land you a fuck, or you wandered over to the baths where for the more proactive types you knew there’d at least be some real shit goin on. And that’s what I did. When I got there I paid my entry and went inside. You could tell right away that the place was hopping as there was a definite vibe to the place. I quickly found my room, got undressed, wrapped my towel around my waist and went out cruising. I had barely been there a half hour when I found myself propped up against that wall as “he” came around that corner. My heart began to do somersaults in my chest. You guys know what it is I’m talking about. Yeah there were guys there that I’d play with, and I had sampled a few already, but I hadn’t really fully engaged with anyone yet as I was awaiting “the one.” And then there he was. I’m no little guy at 6ft, 225 pounds, easy enough on the eyes, and muscled enough where it counts, with a nice hairy chest and scruffy mug. I’ve got a nice fat cock that scares enough of the amateurs away, and challenges just enough of those that that think they can take it. And yet next to this guy, I felt small. He loomed tall at around 6’5”, broad shouldered; olive skinned with enough of a summer tan left yet to give him a healthy glow in January. He had dark hair but was completely bald on top, and the lower half of his face sported a dark, full goatee that just enhanced his sexiness. There was a slight demonic quality about his look that made me spring an almost instant boner; like a guy who knew how to be really, really bad, while being the best that he could be. I’m pretty much a top, but even my ass twitched at the sight of him. I knew right then that I was in for trouble. As he ambled down that bathhouse hallway it gave me ample time to check out what he had goin on. He was a beefy guy with a good 50 pounds on me. But on his frame it just made him look all the more daunting. His chest was covered with a thick pelt of dark fur and his meaty, well-worked nipples projected out from his solid beefy pecs. And underneath that towel that he had wrapped around his hick waist hid the makings of a weapon whose ultimate proportions I could only guess at. As he neared, we made eye contact. A definite glimmer of mutual recognition passed between the two of us… or at least enough so for me to know that the chase was on. Since it appeared that he had just gotten there, I figured he needed to do the perfunctory spin around the place too to check out the action. So I left him pass and then followed behind at a respectable distance as he went through all the floors and the basement of the place; far enough away to not appear stalkerish, but yet close enough to know if he suddenly decided he was ready for action. Eventually we ended we found ourselves back up on the floor where I first saw him and there he veered to the right, off the main hallway and into a bathroom with an adjoining shower room. To the left in this bathroom was another long room with a series of sinks and urinals lining its walls, and at the far end of that room, a cedar door with a small window that led to the club’s dry sauna. I followed him as he headed towards that door, peered through the window and then yanked open the heavy door with a muscled ease and entered the sauna. This was my cue to stop at a discrete spot and watch, but not engage further, mostly to see if he was just checking the room out and would quickly reemerge, or if he had chosen to plant himself in there. When he didn’t reappear after a minute or two, I knew it was the latter and I decided to make my move. The dry sauna was a somewhat lengthy, oblong room with an upper and lower tier of wooden bleachers that ringed three of the room’s four walls. As I looked in the sauna door’s window I saw that the stud had climbed up onto the upper tier of bleachers along the short end of the room directly opposite the door. There, as though perfectly picture framed by the window, sat this giant of a man, his towel spread open, his hairy legs spread wide, his head tilted back against the wall behind him with his eyes closed, and what I still think was one of the most beautiful cocks that I had ever seen hanging softly and pendulously between his spread legs, surrounded by a nest of thick, curly dark pubic hair and resting on top of two enormous balls in their fuzzy sack. And like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate as I reached for the handle of that dry sauna door. I stepped into the sauna where there were already three other guys seated on the upper and lower tiers on the right and the left. But against the far wall there was just my guy. I slowly walked over to where he was seated and took off my towel, laying it down to the right of him on the lower tier of seating, and then sat down. I was very close to his leg which rested on the bench right next to me. Just being that close to him was making me hornier. There I sat for a short while just looking at the tree-trunk-like-legs and big feet of this man-god in repose. But I wasn’t fooled by his closed eye routine; he knew I was there and he knew I was watching him. And he was watching me too through his half-lidded eyes… both of us just waiting for one or the other to make the first move. And so I did. I tentatively reached over and began stroking his hairy leg, slowly letting my hand glide higher and higher up his thigh until my fingers came in contact with the puckered flesh of his sweaty nutsack. As he shifted position ever so slightly I felt his massive testicles shift within their protective covering. I slowly rubbed my fingers over and around them. As I did, my fingers came in contact with his previously flaccid cock which by now had started to swell from the attention I was paying him. Apparently he was just as turned on as I was. As I wrapped my hand around his rapidly stiffening cock I realized that whatever I had anticipated his cock being like when underneath that towel, I had sorely underestimated the girthy giant that was then hardening in my hand. Between the heat of the dry sauna, his sweaty cock in my hand, and the musk of a thousand cocks and asses that permeated all the fixtures in that room, my senses had shifted into overdrive and I could barely control myself. I had reached that point that we all are all too familiar with, the point where the animal brain pushes logic and reasoning aside, and throws all caution to the wind, the point where primitive man emerges… with no goal other than to reach orgasm and spread your seed wantonly, anywhere that you can. My body was on sexual auto-pilot as it swiveled around on that bench and my head went straight for that stud’s crotch. Without even asking I sank his cock as deep into my throat as I could get it while I tugged on his nuts. His hands, firmly planted on the back of my sweaty head, were all the tacit approval I needed to know that I had carte-blanche to go town on his rock hard cock. And So I did. Up and down my mouth and head went, only stopping briefly when he leaned forward and shoved that little brown bottle under each nostril and ordered me to “Breathe” deeply. After that I went into overdrive choking on his fat cock, the combined precum and saliva just pouring out of my mouth and down over his cock and balls, pooling in his asscrack where his towel soaked up all the overflow. In a move that kind of shocked me, he raised his legs up and planted his feet on the upper bench where he was seated and swiveled his ass forwards. Then he grabbed my head, pulling it off his cock and shoving it down to his taint. He once again fed me the poppers and then pushed my head down the last little ways till my tongue came in full contact with his sweaty, furry ass. Between the heat and the poppers I was like a wild man as I dove into that hole with reckless abandon and chowed down on his ass as if I was starving. And fuck did that ass taste good. As I ate away at it he took the back of his one foot and ground it into the back of my head as he attempted to push my face even further up into his asscrack. I snaked my tongue as far into that studbutt as I could get, licking him out for all I was worth. Afraid that I was going to pass out from the heat and the lack of oxygen, I finally pulled my face away from his hole just so I could catch my breath. It was then that I realized that we had begun to attract an audience. It was the quiet murmuring that I heard first followed by the slapping sound of hands rapidly stroking hard, wet cocks while their owners watched our live sex show. As I looked over my shoulder I realized that those three guys had now grown to at least 10, with another 3 or 4 standing around the door to the sauna peering in. And like any good pig, that was all it took to make me wanna amp up the show even further. I quickly turned back around and dove back down on that hard cock, slurping on it for all I was worth. His hands went back to my head as they wrapped themselves around it and he began to pump his ass up off the bench driving his cock even further into my throat. After plowing away for a little bit I decided it was time to go for what I really desperately wanted from this giant stud of a guy and so I pulled off his cock and I quickly stood up. While I had been on my knees on that bench blowing him I had reached around and had started fingering my hungry, but rarely used, fuckhole, slipping a finger or two into my mouth where I could to get spit to work into my hole in order to loosen it up. Without giving him to time to react I quickly straddled his thighs, took his dripping spit and pre-cum-slicked cock and aimed it directly for spit-lubed ass, and I sat down on it with all my weight. He must have anticipated my moves because he was already ready with the poppers and pushed them right up to my nose and held them there forcing me to inhale them. And thank God that he did. That fat cock was just about splitting me in half as it barreled up my chute. But as I have learned over time, the more badly you want someone’s cock, the easier it seems to be to take it. In short order I was all the way down to the base with his pubes and balls nestled right in the crack of my ass. And fuck did it feel good. I just sat there for a few moments savoring the feeling of accomplishment I had gotten from getting what I wanted… from getting HIM. I looked into the face of this slightly demonic looking stud and his lips were curled up in an evil, dirty grin that told me I wasn’t very far off base in my assessment of him. We looked into each other’s eyes and knew that we were two of a kind and at that moment we gave each other the go ahead to just let loose and have fun. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was already poz and later realized that I had been for a long time. I must have had a high viral load since this happened shortly before I was diagnosed. I put no condom on him before I climbed on board, nor did he request that we use one either once he was in me. But in those safe-sex only days I could hear the ripple of astonished comments going around the room behind me as guys were flabbergasted that we were fucking condomless, while others were saying “OMG, they are fucking bareback!” Honestly their prudish hectoring just served to turn the two of us on even more. I rode his cock for all I was worth, bouncing up and down on his fat piece of meat, and leaning forward enough very chance I got so that the entire room could see that raw cock sliding in and out of my unprotected hole. I loved that we were scandalizing those cunty little bitches with our raw fucking. But as scandalized as these hypocrites were by our unprotected sex, they didn’t get up and leave. In fact, by this time there wasn’t an empty seat in the room, and guys were crowded around the door that were trying to get in to watch the show, but couldn’t. As I thought the show was nearing its inevitable “climax,” without realizing it, my god-like top daddy had one more trick up his sleeve with which to end the show. After riding him for a good fifteen minutes he leaned forward and wrapped his huge arms tightly around me. And with that this giant of a guy stood up, with me completely impaled on his fat beast cock… and again, I’m no little guy… he spun us around and gently laid me down on the bench where he had just been sitting. His throbbing pole of a cock never left my ass the entire time. He then raised my legs up into the air, an ankle in each hand, and slowly started to pile drive his fat cock into my hungry ass, building in tempo and speed as he progressed. From this position I could now see the collective throng in the sauna and as he was plowing away into my once tight ass, I watched one after the other of them jacking off and shooting their loads while watching this mountain of a guy ravaging my raw hole with his fat unsheathed cock. I literally had to keep my hands off of my own cock or else I would have cum immediately. Instead I just kept snorting poppers and feeding them to him too, as we pushed each other higher and higher. Finally he pulled his dripping cock from my gaping ass, reached forward and like a gentleman gave me his hand, pulling me up and saying “come with me.” We got up off the bench, him never letting go of my hand as helped me down on my shaky legs, and then led me out through the collected throng of pervs who had been watching the show and whispering their disapproving comments while spraying their loads all over the floor. He led me back to his room where he then proceeded to passionately fuck me for another hour or more, gently and tenderly, and also hard and rough, till he bred my ass like a fucking firehose going off inside of me, while bellowing like a wounded elephant as he came. Needless to say, I think everybody in the place knew what had finally just happened.

Don't mind starting in a jock or something, but in the end prefer to be totally naked for maximum skin-to-skin contact. and don't me started on guys who leave their watch on during sex...

It was the day that this crazy hot escort picked me to have sex with on his day off... and it was pretty fucking awesome.

I know that relationship advice is not really what anyone is on here for for, per se, but I also know that all you guys have been around the block and have experienced a lot too and just feel that I couldn't find a better bunch of guys to ask advice from, so here goes... I'm about a year and a half out of a 30 year relationship with a guy that was just slightly older than me. (i'm early 50's). Though close in age, it turned out over time that we really were two very different people and we eventually grew apart. I was a naive college boy when he met me, but he turned me into a pig who just can't ever get enough. Then he proceeded to hold that against me after he did it. And then I got pozzed in the process. But ya know, it's kind of like Pandora's Box, once that lid gets lifted there's no putting the pig back in the pen again. And his being older than me, though not by much in age, but by a wide gulf in experience, always made me feel like the boy in the relationship, and him the older, more experienced, man. Since it ended, I've been enjoying myself... a lot. There's been lots of hungry bottoms out there that have kept my fat cock happy and who've begged me to load them up. And a few that have loaded me up too. But I've been feeling like I'd like to find a real partner in crime. Recently I met a guy through a popular online dating app. He's cute, he's sexy, he's European (though in the same city as I am), he's got a great sarcastic sense of humor like I do, he professes to be a pig like me with the backstory to prove it.... and he's half my age. There are times when I'm with him that I feel like there's no age difference between us whatsoever. And then there are times when I feel like I don't even know what the fuck he's talking about as he goes on about trash TV, the latest "celebs" in US Weekly, internet memes, stuff that he wants to go to see and do and clubs to go to, etc... It's not like I'm not open to doing any of this. And for once I feel like there is somebody who actually gets me, and I get him too. I'm incredibly attracted to him and it seems he is to me too. I guess what I just want to know is can a relationship like this work or is there just too much of an age/culture/experience difference between guys like us? And I'm also having the additional mental hurdle of now being the older guy/Daddy in the relationship, which just feels so different to me. Have any of you made that switch and was it difficult for you too? Thanks in advance for whatever advice you're willing to give me. I know my pig brothers will be real about this with me, unlike most anyone else.

You'll be amazed the older you get, the more of this type of stuff that will keep happening to you. I have more fun now with hot twinks than I ever would have thought possible! But I guess the whole Daddy issues thing makes sense when you think about it. I like to think that I'm giving them a positive experience with a guy that's older than them. It's likely something they've never had in life. We all need that sometimes.

Geez, I got 294! I knew I was fun, but I had no idea that i was THAT much fun

Kurt Russell in all those early 1970's Disney movies. He had the most adorable smile. And guess what, I still think he's sexy.

I gotta say, I usually need to be into the guy for the equipment to work properly. Or else it just doesn't happen. But I've also come to realize that some guys just don't photograph well, or else can't manage to take a good picture of themselves. At least twice I've had guys on BBRT chase me and keep messaging me, but there was just something about their pics that wasn't doing it for me. I just didn't wanna take the chance as that situation is even more uncomfortable then. With both of these guys I finally gave in to each on separate nights when I really needed to get off and there'd be no chance of equipment failure. And fuck me... they were both the hottest, horniest, perviest, sexy fucks I could have hoped to find. In both cases we played for hours. And then we met up to play a few more times afterwards. But in both cases also, karma came back and bit me in the ass. After being pursued by both for a couple years, once I finally connected and found that I REALLY liked them, both ended up leaving town inside of three months after our first hot session. And one other thing, they both ended up being really great guys. It was my loss and I still regret it.

Have there been any outcomes reported for people who achieve daily adherence, and whom have sex with poz guys who adhere daily and are undetectable?

where exactly in vallejo is it?