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waves back from Nyack... officer thinking @JerseyPupHole

Seriously? Australia seems a bit white-washed to a native NYer, though I'll admit that I've never had sex with anyone who was Australian Indigenous or Maori, so I guess geography does matter in these things. Living in the most diverse metro area in the world, those two ethnic groups along with Inuit are the only three major ethnic groups that I have never had the opportunity to have a sexual encounter with a man from said groups - I do so love all varieties of men but representatives of those three groups are scarce even here... I can see I am going to have my work cut out for me this summer @TaKinGDeePanaland while I had in the past been known to wear out many a bottom, that WAS at my physical peak. I find now at 60 that I require a bit more time building up and a few more short breaks in any session...

Honey & Vivian are long long term good friends of mine @sus-tor

When I was first exploring then coming out - I graduated High School in 1980 and if you will recall, 18 was legal to go to a bar at that time and despite still being 17 well into my first freshman semester at Fordham, going into bars especially gay bars was pretty easy - we had Candlelight in Upper Nyack (later Barz), Reflections in Piermont, and a dance club that had a different name every 6 months or so that was a bit more lesbian than gay men on Rte 9W in Congers beside Swortwout Lake. Along with those there was Cafe Provencal and the Coven Cafe in Nyack that were gay/lesbian owned, welcomed all, but had specific nights for gay men, lesbians, and straight couples, plus Fridays and Saturdays where all were welcomed (not to mention Brunch which welcomed all but was heavily skewed towards gay men). Feathers in Bergen was the place to go for Monday Nights and $1 beer blast (though as designated driver, I didn't drink the beer...). Rockland also had 3 Adult Bookstores with activity in the booth areas and the parking lots, and supposedly things went on at the XXX Porn Cinema in downtown Spring Valley but I never went there because they only played str8 porn films and the sounds and little girl cries so many women in str8 porn do drive me NUTS; Bambergers (became Macy's), Sears and the Nanuet Cinema had active T-rooms as did the Rest Area in Montvale in Bergen County on the Garden State Parkway (met one of my serious early boyfriends there!). Blauvelt State Park, Tallman Mountain State Park and several Rest Areas on the Seven Lakes Drive also boasted regular gay activity, with nude sunbathers in certain remote locations near Lake Tiorati and Lake Sebago off the Seven Lakes Drive. Now, of all of these, Feathers remains the only semi-functioning bar/club, the Spring Valley ABS on Route 59 is all that remains of the book stores, booth stores and porn theaters, and none of the cruisy areas to my knowledge still boast any activity. Very changed place from when I was a teen!

Have always wanted to meet and play with you @jizzmboy - and the rest of your clan!

Hey @BergenGuy, I'm in Nyack, NY right over the border - grew up in Nyack and moved to the city when I went to Fordham and stayed in Manhattan until my late 30s when I moved back (always visiting Rockland because family and such....). Anyway, I agree with you. Though there was a bit more here when I was a teen (and the summers I came home from Fordham) three gay bars, several gay restaurants in Rockland, and "Feathers" in Bergen, even then the nearness of NYC kind of sucked the cruisier aspects of gay life out of thie area. When I first moved back with my husband in 1999, we were astonished that with so many other gay couples not to mention singles around that there were no group scenes or parties or anything of the sort going on up here and it really hasn't improved much since. Though he no longer plays "extracurricular" - either with me or alone - due to health reasons, we've been sexually open our entire 33 years and I still do atttend group scenes and the like, but almost NEVER here in Rockland. I had two good FB's that co-incidentally each lived in Haverstraw, but one retired south five years ago and the other went south four years ago - that one hosted the last group scene I had here in Rockland in October 2019. Now I am always playing in the city or the Jersey City area or Westchester. Though those are the places that I've played the majority of times since I moved back home, at least until those guys moved I had SOME options of staying local. No more unfortunately. I wish I could host, but since my husband's condition really prevents him from having sex, having a group here that he could see but could not join would be just damn cruel, and he has asked me not to do so, so I can't even help out here. Very long answer shortened: I agree with you, our proximity to NYC means there are few ultra-local options!

It takes exceptional drive and creativiTy to impress me, but I'm more than sure that you'd be extra recepTive to that @TaKinGDeePanal. You know, now that I see this story bumped - AND that the original author has left and is willing to let someone else finish his story, I've been thinking all day that I may contact the moderators and see if I may be allowed to finish it. It'd be fun to do erotic fiction rather than the actual events I recount from my sex diary in my blog on this site.

I've had a favorite porn film scene ever since I was 19 and a Junior at Fordham University in 1983 - would go to the Adonis Theater to watch porn, fuck around, watch more porn, fuck suck some more, repeat... this was the era of Al Parker, quite possibly the hottest gay porn star of all time - who didn't buy into labels and both topped and bottomed joyfully and with great enthusiasm... so you expect that he'd be in my favorite scene, but oddly, I was at the Adonis when "A Sailor In The Wild" premiered. Now even back then I usually preferred/prefer beefier, hairier and older men, but this amazing scene actually features two well-hung, smooth blond frat-boy twinks who unbeknownst to their old high school buddy who is on leave from the Navy (the sailor in the title) have gotten into gay sex and are now boyfriends. In front of the fireplace where they are all sleeping in a cabin they are sharing, the two blonds start to strip and have sex, the brown haired sailor (also smooth and with an even bigger cock) wakes and "freaks out" and starts calling his friends "fags"... a really poorly acted scuffle ensues, and amazingly, the two blonds over-power the sailor, get him out of his clothes, and force/seduce/entice the sailor into a three-way. The acting is pretty sketchy, but the setup actually works and the two blonds flip the sailor so successfully that he STARTS FUCKING HIMSELF WITH HIS OWN COCK AND BALLS, even when one of the blonds still his HIS cock stuffed inside the Sailor's converted and now ravenous hole - I know, I know, NOBODY getting his ass fucked the first time is suddenly going to be open and stretched and comfortable enough to do this on their first go-round, but the scene manages to make you suspend disbelief and it is amazingly hot. At 19, sitting in the audience at the Adonis - with a guy from my school sitting next to me jerking my cock and me jerking his both totally flipped over that completely unbelievable and unrealistic but hot as hell scene as Brian Thompson playing the sailor took his own beautiful thick long tool lifted his beefy thighs and fucked himself silly... because it hit me at such a young age, and because it is something I will unfortunately NEVER be able to do to myself, and because the set up scene meant it came out of nowhere, it is still to me one of the hottest if not the hottest porn scene I know of...

Most NYC bathhouses since the Guiliani years do not - but the truth is the East Side Club is the ONE bathhouse/sex club that I have actually NEVER been to! I have always been a Westsider both when I lived in Manhattan, when I was in The Bronx in College, and even in the close-in burbs where I was born and am back living now, the WEST side of Manhattan was where I did my cruising, my carousing, my bath house sessions, my T-rooms, my sex clubs and backrooms, all were always on the West Side (which traditionally has had a much higher population of gay/bi men. The Ansonia Baths, the backroom at the Anvil, Times Square peep-shows and Adult Book and Booth Stores plus the Adonis Theater and the David Theater, the YMCA on W61st, the Port Authority and George Washington Bridge Bus Terminals and the Rambles in Central Park, the Piers, the Trucks, the High-Line all when I was a teenager and when I was in College, all West of 5th Avenue. Later the West Side Club, the Prism Gallery, Wally's, the Storefront, Gay Cable Network, Ann Street Baths, the Unicorn and so on, all on the West Side... with all of them, I've actually NEVER set foot in the East Side Club, and now apparently it is the only one left, so I guess I am going to have to check it out at some time. So while I've never heard anyone talk about a dungeon at East Side Club, and I'm pretty sure they don't have one, I am not certain and will ask around @TaKinGDeePanal

@Pigboypa I'd cerTainly enjoy ThaT too - ever geT To NYC?

Thank you for that @ejaculaTe... yes, isn't it odd to think of 2006 as a simpler time, and yet in many ways it was. I started keeping the notebooks for my own enjoyment for when I got older which I guess actually is now. I wonder what 17 year old me would think of this weekend I'd have in my 40s (who am I kidding, 17 year old me would have LOVED this and tried to find a way to make it get here faster). Anyway, you might recall this one notebook WAS lost for a number of years when I fuckbuddy I foolishly trusted lost this one when he had borrowed a few. If it wasn't for the Covid shutdown and him being so bored and moving all his furniture around just to fight boredom, I don't know WHEN my notebook might have shown up again, if ever. Lesson learned, never loaning them out again... once more, thank you for the compliments...

Then keep in mind I expect my Mileses or Myleses to be at least parTially versatile @TaKinGDeePanal!

Installment number Seven of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday night after the guesthouse doors were locked and as Charlie was getting his “revenge” that his hubby was loving, the orgy commences. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 7 “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. FRIDAY NIGHT: FUCK STORM This grouping in my room lasted about 20 minutes as we all blew clouds and fucked. Miles, after about 10 minutes, asked to switch so he could top, I agreed and he stood up, followed by me, and then Ed stood as well: I looked back at him in surprise. “You don’t want Miles to sit on that?’ I asked. “No offense Miles, you’re a hot little fucker,” Ed replied. “But I am always the top at home – how about you fuck our host, and he fucks me?” “Hell, yeah!” I responded, turning Ed around and pushing his chest onto the bed, leaving his plump hairy butt exposed. Still standing myself, I bent at the waist to dive face first into his crack. Ed had a beautiful hole, and that beefy manly ass was just what I was wanting after a bit of twink overload! I indicated to Tom to pass me the lube and Max Impact, and I felt him slip a crystal into my hand along with the lube. Leaning forward but not letting Lou’s cock out of his hole, Tom held a cloth with the Max at his husband’s nose and mouth and Ed began to suck on the cloth, then moan once I slipped that rock into his manhole with the lube. “Help him have a good time I can’t give him,” Tom whispered in my ear, then sprayed more on the cloth and had me huff. Moving forward, I slipped my cock pretty easily into that daddy-ass and tossed “Come on in Miles, the water’s fine” to the young southern jock twink behind me. I barely said the words when I felt the kid slowly push his pud into my own hole. The three of us started to moan and and throw a wild, rough, hard bumpy standing fuck between the three of us. The rest of the houseboys were actually cheering Miles on and commenting that they had no idea he was such a good top – in the midst of my pleasure, I chuckled a bit thinking things down in the houseboy bunkroom might be a bit different from now on, and that Miles might be really exhausted by the time the season was over. Meantime, Ed’s hole was a delight – big muscular and hairy, plus he was tight from not being topped often but did have some muscle control he used on me quite well. I was really pleased with this start to the evening. Activity continued while this was going on, and little Seth was now riding Vice’s cock while Karl took a spin with Father Frank. That was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye because Karl was actually bigger than the good priest but Frank seemed like even if he were crushed to death, he'd enjoy every second. Seth paused and stood up, saying “Mister J, it’s really stuffy in here and I can’t breathe, can I open…” As he moved toward my window to perhaps crack it or something, a bright white flash followed immediately by a roll of deafening thunder shook us all, and Seth nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a fightened squeak the rest of us couldn’t help laughing at. Lou piped up, “Leave the window be. Let’s join the others outside, and let me and J-man lock up this room for a bit to air it out.” Amazingly, they all acted right away, getting up, using some wetwipes on various holes and asses, and started to head out. Tom and Ed made me promise to hit their room later, which I was all in favor of. Karl and Seth pulled Vice along with them while Lou and I promised Vice we’d catch up with him shortly. Father Frank had Miles in tow, and from the way Miles was sizing up Franks ass, the kinky padre might have been in for a real surprise… I thanked Lou for getting the guys moving, as I really wanted to indulge in the variety offered out in the rest of the guesthouse. He agreed as we took a couple of puffs before locking away the pipes, and putting caps and tops on lube and such. Lou suddenly said, “You know my man, you’ve done an amazing job with our boy Vice, I can’t believe he’s here doing this and seems totally comfortable with it…”. “It is pretty hot.” I replied. “He’s a sexy guy whose never had any of his girlfriends compliment or appreciate him, and he seems to be open enough to allow himself to try something that most guys like him would consider off limits. He’s a nice guy and he’s been great company today, in all ways.” “I just wish you’d gotten him just a bit further, I gotta tell you the amount of time I’ve dreamt of tapping that fine Portuguese ass of his… so close, but still so far.” I told him I did not want to make Vice do anything he really didn’t want to and that he might just decide to give bottoming a shot if HE was allowed to make the decision after seeing so many guys take it and enjoy it and even crave it. “Just don’t push him, or he might never try it,” I concluded. “I will leave that in your capable hands,” Lou said as we both chugged some Gatorade and locked the door behind us. Both of us needed a piss, hit the bathroom quickly then went off in opposite directions, him up the stairs to the third floor while I wandered down to the first. The two front guest rooms had their doors open, and a fisting scene was going on in one of them, I was beckoned in by a guy I could barely see, and found myself side-by-side with Zar the manager as we sat on a bench working two beautifully open holes in front of us on their knees on the bed. I alternated hands and used all the twisting, slow turning, expanding and internal stroking in my repertoire and it looked like Zar had some damn good skills too. After about 15 minutes or so, the couple on the bed called for a break and Zar told me to follow him down to the staff area to wash the elbow grease and j-lube off. That’s where we found the houseboys Lorenzo and Noah had joined Karl and Seth in keeping our boy Vice entertained, and I chuckled as he mouthed “SAVE ME” while the boys were swarming all over his hot body. Zar and I got some Dawn dish soap and after a few minutes our hands and arms were dry and free of excess lubricants. Zar and the boys and Vice and I were taking a few puffs off of Zar’s monster water bong when the storm outside reasserted itself in rather dramatic fashion. Another huge boom of thunder was followed by a loud crackling sound from outside the building and then another loud BANG as we were siddemly plunged into complete darkness. “That had to be a transformer blowing out on Commercial Street,” one voice said, only to be followed by a muttered “No shit, Sherlock…” Zar was feeling around for his flashlight which he found quickly. And ran to the top of the stairs shouting at the top of his lungs “It’s just a blackout. We get them a lot. Stay where you are for a minute until the emergency lighting comes on, then continue with what you were doing. I repeat, continue with what you were doing once the emergency lights come on!” (It's true, by the way, Provincetown does get blackouts a lot (or it did in the 90s when I lived there and still did in 2006 when this party happened.) Zar came back down the stairs to the rest of us and asked us all to come upstairs so the houseboys could circulate and keep people calm. Personally, I thought most would barely notice the blackout, but better safe than sorry I suppose. Besides I was hatching an idea as I looked up the staircase to the main floor and saw an emergency light on at the landing. I asked Zar if there was one of those on each landing and he replied “of course”. “Then it’s time for our little show, isn’t it?” I smirked at him. “The third floor landing might as well be a stage in this lighting. Let’s take advantage of it…” Zar looked positively wolfish and nodded. I reminded Vice that he was going to help us put on a show, and he was all in except to remind Zar that he wasn’t getting fucked. Zar was fine with that so long as Vice fucked him! We grabbed a few necessary items before leaving the cellar and headed all the way up to the third floor. The landing there was visible from all the doors on the third floor, plus most of the doors on the second floor due to an open area for the stairwell and the fact that the landing was a good sized 5’x5’ or so, with a perpendicular step up on either side to the third floor hallway that was split with two narrow pathways along the stairwell opening until joining again into one wider hall past the floor opening. It was perfect. “Fake them out,” Zar whispered, “you fuck me first then I’ll flip to fuck you. And you,” he squeezed Vice’s cock, “you can fuck whomever is topping or have the bottom suck you or rim you. Yes?” We both nodded affirmatively in reply! Throwing down a thick towel on the landing, Zar got on his knees in the “spotlight” and started growling “Come on Daddy, you and your pet Straight Boy do me right…”. Now down on my knees, I rimmed him for a bit then slapped his butt a few tmes and got him to turn facing one of the single steps so that Vice and I could spit-roast him and everyone could see all three of us, all while Zar continued a loud twisty monologue about Daddy and the Straight Boy. Finally after a few minutes of me munching down on that pale skinny but tasty butt, I was ready, moving up closer behind him and with a touch of the lube we brought, sank my cock into him to the hilt in one maneuver. “Fuck yeah, Daddy, that’s the way, wreck this hole!” By this time, Vice had come around to Zar’s face, knelt, and pushed his cock into the skinhead’s mouth with it’s tongue piercing, saying “That’s MY Daddy, not yours, pig, now shut your trap, start sucking and take that fuck like a man!” If that wasn’t so hot coming out of Vice I probably would have laughed my ass off and lost my stride, but the scene was smoking enough that it just added. I will admit I raised an eyebrow at Vice while Zar hoovered that cock into his mount. Vice whispered “Just sayin the shit they say on all those pornos we watched…”. I covered the bark of laughter I wsnted to let loose by playing up the RP we’d fallen into, nodding and saying out loud. “yeah cocksucker, if you ever want to join my boy and me as another son and brother, you’d best listen to him and me, and be the best whore ever… cause this is exactly where you want to be, am I right? AM I RIGHT??” He briefly pulled off of Vice and said “Fuck yes! Fuck I want to join your family of boys!”. Soon, Vice pulled his cock from Zar’s mouth and standing offered it to me, so I sucked him while I continued pounding hole. I switched Zar onto his back and we shared Vice’s tool between our mouths, then Vice sat on Zar’s face while I commanded him to “Rim that straight ass…” before sucking Vice down my throat. Then Vice pulled away, turned around and got on his knees facing away from me, dropping his hard tool into Zar’s panting mouth and offering me his beautiful ass to eat. “That’s my good boy, giving me his hairy straight ass to eat… That straight ass is mine, isn’t it boy?” “Yes, Daddy! Its yours! Tongue my hole!” While I was super turned on, I have to admit the professional actor in me was thinking, “Damn, the kid’s good, he should consider the Stage…” After a few minutes of this Vice stood (having whispered something to Zar) and came around behind me, dropped and started eating my hole with gusto. “Do it bro,” Zar hissed. “Get Daddy’s hole ready for me!” I thought I heard a bit of a stir from the crowd we had watching, they were totally caught up in our Role Play. Vice tongued me violently as I continued to slam my cock into Zar, until with a roar, I blew a load up his incredibly talented hole. After a minute or so of me catching my breath, I said “Okay, Daddy’s ready boy, prove you are worthy!” I sucked his long thin white cock with the really big P.A. for a minute or two, then stood, grabbed the railings on either side of the stair I was facing and bent my self over while standing. I could see through my legs that Zar was lubing that cock of his up while he tongued my ass a bit. Vice moved around toward my head, and once Zar had inserted the metal piercing and he head of his cock and began sliding into me, Vice got under me and sucked my cock into his mouth getting me hard again! Those watching were groaning and murmuring almost as much as we three were. Vice then got up again and moved back around Zar while lubing his big tool and then pushing it hard into Zar starting us into a threeway standing fuck. Zar was nearly screaming “Yeah, fuck me straight bro, fuck me!” We eventually all sank to our knees where we continued the fuck and Vice’s wrapping his arms around Zar and yanking and tugging at the skinhead’s pierced nipples sent Zar over the edge and unloading into me while a minute or two later, with a “FUCK YEAH”, Vice unloaded in Zar. While panting like dogs on a hundred degree day, we all rolled into a sitting position on the towel while the guys watching hooted and clapped. “Thank you, thank you” I proclaimed in my “traimed theater voice. “Our show is now over. Please go fuck yourselves – in only the best ways possible!” That triggered an actual group laugh and those watching scattered back to their own sexual adventures. “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!!

I am poz - since at least 1985 (first ELISA test was available that year). THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS at least. Possibly 40 or more as I could have been infected as early as the late seventies when I was in my mid-teens. I am now 60, have a husband for 33 years who remains neg to this day, we have had since our second date in January 1990 a fully sexually open relationship (our monogamy is emotional monogamy). We met after each of us lost our first partners, his to Testicular Cancer and mine to AIDS. We met with him total top and me topping most of the time, hence the open sexual part of our relationship - our emotional losses stripped out useless emotions like jealousy and resentment since you learn to value life and not sweat the small stuff, and with us being top and top/vers being open allowed us to play with others together and on our own when the other was occupied. It relieved a lot of our friends who cried "foul!!" about two tops getting into a relationship and taking two tops off the already scarce market... 🙂 With my hubby working evenings - especially Fridays and Saturdays - and me working day-times during the week, I had all of the 90s in NYC free on Friday and Saturday night, and my other half actually preferred that I go to a sex party, a sex club, a bathhouse or an ABS rather than go to a bar and have some guy I was picking up for just sex get the wrong idea thinking he might get more than a sexual encounter from me. For a while, I did the safe sex thing at such get-togethers, but by later in the 90s after some convincing from porn star and fuck buddy Scott O'Hara, I sought out other poz guys and poz get-togethers for sex and started barebacking and getting barebacked again with my poz pals and it was a great joy in a period that saw little joy in our community, as I watched so many friends, associates, co-workers and sex partners lose their battle and die before the IDS/HIV cocktail came along. I was fine for a good long time from my infection - but by late 1998 my CD4 count had dropped below 120 despite never having had any AIDS-related infections. I went on meds at that point, and within two months was undetectable. I have been ever since - except for two times when I was put on a drug-holiday for a month or two by my doctors as part of medical studies seeking to understand why I was infected but never had any associated opportunistic infections and was surviving for so long - not sure exactly what they revealed to the researchers other than finding I had one copy of a gene found in people of Irish, Scottish and Scandinavian heritage that seems to indicate resistance (a friend from Ireland, who has never NOT barebacked, has copies of the gene from both parents and is effectively immune). I'm now 60. I know I am lucky to have had such little harm to my lifestyle or health from an infection that has killed countless others. And I will admit that being poz oddly made my sex life better when it came/comes to extracurricular sex allowing me to breed and be bred in sex venues that involve other poz guys, and I've sure had my share of amazing sexual experiences as anyone who has read my blog on this site knows! And weirdly, I've outlived 3 HIV doctors, none of whom passed from HIV. The downside is I am a slave to the pharmaceutical companies for the rest of my life - the HIV meds somehow never seem to pass into generic form and are staggeringly expensive as is my health insurance, at one point the almost $20,000 per YEAR out of pocket that I had to pay for health insurance and co-pays almost bankrupted my husband and I, thank god for Obama-care that dropped it to $4000 a year for a while, though it's crept back up to and just recently passed the old rates in March of 2023 - though I've swallowed my pride and allowed myself to accept some assistance from the State of New York on both Insurance Premiums and Pharmaceutical Co-pays. I had not had any adverse reactions to my meds from 1999 through about 2018 - when I was forced off a cocktail that had worked fine for 13 years by the INSURANCE COMPANY, not my doctors because they somehow wanted me taking newer meds that were more expensive and damaged my heart. I was taken off that med and the one I am on now does have one side effect - I had a set of washboard abs through my 40s and still had some definition in my early 50s, but since taking this, I now have a bit of "hard belly abdominal swelling" which saddens me. Given a choice, would I chose to get infected again? Probably not, especially if there were PreP type meds available, but I will admit, that I seem to have found the most extensive silver lining to my condition that one could find. And I know that I am very very lucky, for which I am very very thankful. If you've not encountered my blog on this site, you might want to read it and find it hot - but please be warned, my posts all contain references to what BZ refers to as "Backroom" types of topics, so be warned if such posts are unpleasant for you or might be a trigger for you: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/blogs/blog/2-blog-versmetropig/

I notice most guys jumped away from mythical and fantasy creatures/beings and hopped back to humans in SciFi and Fantasy movies and TV - not that there's ANYTHING wrong with the suggested gentlemen - most are gorgeous, but I was hoping to see a few more of us who may have fantasized about something a little bit not human. I read the Hobbit when I was 12 and went right onto the Lord of the Rings books - now I have to confess my first sexual fantasies at 10 or so already involved guys in groups, so kink came early to me. So, at twelve and through my early teens I thought about screwing around with basically all of the races in Tolkien (except the Orcs... nah...). So like @Justaholeff and his hubby, I dreamed up sex with Dwarves, Tolkien-style Elves, Half-Elven, Ents (talk about throwing wood), Pukel-Men and Woses, Tom Bombadil, even Hobbits (a group scene with Pippin, Merry, Sam and maybe Frodo), along with wanting a four-way with Aragorn, Faramir, and Eomer, or an orgy with the Southrons or the Rangers of the North - and in my darker fantasies, one or more Nazgul or a Balrog. I still fantasize occasionally about the Dwarves and the Elves... In other fantasy or Sci-Fi, first and foremost, there's Star Trek that I've loved since I saw it at age 4 in the initial run, and love pretty much all the incarnations of and from them, first and always: ANDORIANS, don't know what it is about the blue guys with the antennae, but I wanna top and bottom with them so much. Cardassians, villains or not, can be very hot, and a few were particularly so. A few specific Klingons, but not all - there was one played by the very hot Greg Morris who was smokin'. In Star Wars, a Twilek (imagine what they can do with those headtails) and that Jedi Knight named Kit Fisto.. And in Classical Mythology: Centaurs, Minataurs, Satyrs, and Mercury/Hermes.

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Works for me!

Damn that's hot - and so are you Marriedbottom

Sorry I missed you while you were here!!

The number of times I've shot my load to this story over the years is preTTy high - one of my all-time favorites - I would have loved this happening when I was a teen.

And you would have LOVED it @evilqueerpig he was an awesome top, and as equally awesome as a bottom - what that man could do with his ass muscles was incredible, every time we got together the sex would be simply combustible, with us flipping constantly - I miss that versatility in porn - Al Parker and Scott O'Hara were guys who could both take and give with no concern other than it was hot and it felt good. Though there are some porn celebs today that are versatile (young Scottie Zee comes to mind) for my personal taste there's too much focus on strict Top/Bottom roles and head games about power more than sex in much of current produced style porn. Still, it must have an audience, and a large one at that, or there wouldn't be so much of it!

@ejaculaTeI did indeed meet Scott O'Hara and played with him several times - here's the link to my blog post about him and those sessions: Another Real Experience x 2 The Porn Star and the Trucker (the link is to my blog here on BZ - be aware it contains references to practices that are only allowed in the Backroom area of BZ so fair warning ). Thanks for remembering @ejaculaTe

Damn, this is very very hoT - love the switching of perspectives between the two main characters as well...

Since @TaKinGDeePanalmentioned me, I'll jump in here. My husband and I have been together for 33 years (and married legally when it became legal in NY in 2012). We have had, since our second date a sexually open relationship - both of us had lost our first partners in our 20s, his to testicular cancer, mine to AIDS. We are currently 59 (me) and 63 (him) years old. We met as him 100% top and me 90% top, Me = HIV positive since before 1985, him still HIV negative 33 years later. When neither of us is performing he works nights and I work days - meaning for the vast majority of these 33 years except when we were performing in a show TOGETHER, I was alone on Friday and Saturday nights. Frankly, he was happy for me to go out to a sex party or sex venue and play around rather than sit home doing nothing or go to a bar where any guy I chatted with was likely looking for more than a one-night hookup. That said, for the first 21 years of our relationship, we had sex ourselves at least 5 nights if not 6 nights a week. And with him, sex wasn't just sex, it was if you'll pardon the mawkishness making love along with sexual release. Very different from just sex with a buddy. Yes, many nights it was fairly quick and mostly oral, but we still connected on a sexual level and enjoyed it thoroughly even while both of us enjoyed extra-curricular activities both together and alone. Unfortunately, Rheumatoid Arthritis runs in his family and it hit him early, by the 21st year of our relationship, sex began being painful for him, a few years on it stopped pretty much completely as even receiving a blow job from me caused too much pain, and he was no longer getting hard (which mortified him) and he just turned off sexually, in the intervening 10 years we have had sex a total of 3 times. At first I was devastated, my libido still in overdrive (as he always says), but also the romantic sexual connection between us was something extremely special that doesn't happen in other sex and I really really missed - and still miss - it. Of course, that led to guilt on his part, and hurt. loss and admittedly a bit of anger on my part. But I'm not a monster, I can see he was in so much pain, and much as it hurt me to do so, I had to start kind of numbing myself to the fact that there was a naked man beside me in bed every night whom I dearly loved and still found sexy, AND I COULD NOT TOUCH OR SUCK OR PLAY WITH HIM AT ALL. It's still somewhat of a challenge - and he is frankly quite grateful that we set up our relationship the way we did so that I can still enjoy the sexual experiences I've always enjoyed (me having always been much more adventurous and kinky than him and getting into scenes he wasn't into when I play own my own) and continue to have a sex life even though his he feels is quite done. I will always maintain hope that some day some time... but realistically its not likely to happen. Why do we stay together? Because much as I'm a sex freak, that's not ALL there is to a relationship, especially not one that's lasted this long - one based not only on sexual attraction, but mutual interests, mutual goals, healthy intelligent conversation (even after 33 years), mutual love and respect, and the fact that he's also my best friend. Although this isn't the way I'd prefer our life to be, neither of us will ditch all we have because one of us is still a horny bastard and the other has lost interest in ALL sex, not just in his husband. Does that help @badjujuboy? Feel free to IM if you want specifics on how our open sexual relationship works and how we keep from getting jealous...

Oh hell yes. This has been a "go to" for me for years when I need a guaranteed cum story, I'd love to see it continued @denVERScub!