eightndeep

HOT! I like how you go out of body and see yourself coupled and bred.

Awesome video of Freddie Mercury! He is sooooo timeless. One thing I really appreciate about THIS site is that it represents a radical, fringe part of gay culture. It unapologetically says "we are gay men and we like to fuck skin on skin as a celebration of life and connection" much in the same way the video says "we are gay men and we're sexy, flamboyant, gender-fucking queers who celebrate life and connection!" Thus the interesting juxtaposition with the lyrics - so hard to live alone. I think the radical fairies used to be the on-going manifestation of the type of gay culture in the video. I regret never going to a 'gathering' which always imagined were something like the party shown in the video. I still subscribe to RFD, which is just not the same as it used to be. We are very integrated into straight culture. As I wrote in a thread about park sex, i was arrested here in DC in the 90's, and when I sought help from the Blade, from Lambda Legal, and other gay organizations - they could not hang up on me fast enough. And for years HRC was all about making us look palatable to mid-america. UGH! And the young ones - well when I was growing up in the 70's at least we had regional differences. Today people have the same everywhere. The same tv stations, the same restaurants everything same same same. I can't help but imagine there will come a time when gay culture re-finds its footing and its self-confidence and gets more like the video, in one form or another. People have to try a lot harder to be individuals nowadays, and some are. I hope. Funny, I could describe Freddie Mercury as a gay hero, who gave his life in celebration of what it means to be gay. And I could argue people who immerse themselves in gay sex HIV be damned (I never have) are some of the same sort of _____s. . . . well, it's an overused word.

What Park? P Street Beach? The Black Forest? And when? It's sort of a public service to share where and when, so others might avoid harassment. And was it DC's finest? There are so many police forces around here.

I was arrested ~1999 in a park along the Potomac in/outside Washington DC. For years I loved park sex. It made for a great bike ride down the river to a sex destination. I could take off, get there, fool around anonymously and then ride home to my vanilla bf. Many, many many of my favorite sex memories are from park sex, which at the time occurred in parks all down the Potomac - from the Iwo Jima statue to the Johnson Grove to below Alexandria - literally miles. in fact my one story on here (First Anonymous Bareback, or something like that) was one of my park adventures. Then one night. My bf was out of town, so I was out late. It was late summer and getting dark. I was in a wooded area crisscrossed with paths, which in this area the woods can be dense with undergrowth. I was walking my bike and passed I guy I normally then wouldnt have bothered with. But it was getting late, seemed no one was left. I stopped literally 18 inches face-to-face with him, and we stared at each other intently. Then I did something I NEVER did back then. I made the first move. I took my bent finger and slid my knuckle down his (closed) zipper. It wasn't a grope. It was almost dark. Deep in the woods. No one around. He GRABBED my wrist. "You're UNDER ARREST." He slapped a handcuff on my wrist and one on his. He walked me out, me walking my bike. We got to the parking lot. He made me wait while he called a car. US Park Police (ASSHOLE FUCKFACES PUSSIES!) they locked my bike to a tree, drove me to the park police offices, charged and booked me with a petty misdemeanor "Disorderly Conduct, Obscene Acts". They confiscated a condom I had tucked in my bike shorts. "Evidence," they said. They let me go. I walked miles and miles back to my bike. My bf being out of town I had all night. I rode home in the dark. I came clean with him right away. We were 'monogamous' at the time. And I love him for it - he said "Let's fight it." So we did. Well connected and well funded, we hired a top notch DC lawyer. Our case seemed easy. No way did my act come close to meeting the definition of 'obscene'. (If he'd waited . . . !) But as it was - in the woods all alone in the dark him consenting. Nothing about it was 'obscene'. The National Park Service pursued not one case ever against straight people having sex in cars in tents anywhere in the National Park system. I contacted the Blade (the gay paper). I called Lambda Legal and every politically correct gay organization in town. People could not hang the phone up on me fast enough! We went to before a judge. To go to a jury trial was to risk serving jail time. The judge was Albert V Bryant, the father of my first and only AA sponsor, who had died of AIDS. It was a mockery, a kangaroo court. Legal issues were not considered. The arguments were irrelevant. I was found guilty. I had to pay restitution and was put on probation for I think it was three months, when I was not allowed on any US park property. I had to write regular letters to my probation officer. I wrote the Judge and told him how important his son had been in my life and that I thought his actions as a judge were a shame to Buzz's memory. For some damn reason Im too damn honest. I told all my friends gay and straight what had happened to me. I felt ashamed of my punishment and exposing myself felt better. It was not justice. The point being - after that I had not one but two friends come to me - literally years later - when they were arrested. One was caught when a park cop spotted him mid fuck. The other got nabbed for showing too much dick to a cop at the next urinal. I've since learned hundreds and hundreds of men have been arrested/fined by the US Park Police along the Potomac. Apparently, i got off easy, my friends got much worse penalties, which I understand are the norm. i've also learned that the whole awful experience of arrest/ humiliation is meant to be THE punishment. It's not justice at all. If they wanted to stop it, they'd post signs. Or send a UNIFORMED officer through to scare people off. It'd work. It's a bunch of sad, evil people who like to play cop and bully people without facing any danger. And the name "Albert V Bryant" which was once on the cornice of the Alexandria, VA courthouse has since been chiseled out. I don't know why. Good riddance to bad trash. As for me - my park sex days are over. The penalties, they threatened, are far worse the second time. In fact, sometimes when I'm fucking if I feel like I'm being watched, I lose the bone. The very idea of getting caught. Too bad. I have lots of great memories of my park sex adventures. The areas along the Potomac are like a park sex paradise, and there are plenty of areas where no one ever, ever just happens by, and might be offended. When I was nabbed, Bill Clinton was in office. "Liberal, huh?" I don't know how they enforce now. I've seriously fantasized about leaving my money to a foundation for a private park, just for gays . . .

I've been collecting jpegs of biohazard tats for about 9 years, and I have hundreds and hundreds of images of different bio tats. I posted a loooong thread of them once on bugshare. Alas. I think this isn't the forum to share them because I'd never want to post something which might be against site rules. Dunno why I collect them. I'm not poz. I'd get one if I were. Bio tats are HOT. Few tattoos have meaning like a bio tat does. And the honesty bravery is grrrrr masculine. Wish I knew a way to share that won't take me 500 years to post. there's a decent collection (if the link works) at https://plus.google.com/photos/117397737336538043080/albums/5535657557096708881?banner=pwa&authkey=COOhgvGl8JStkAE

Yesterday I was horny with farm ideas from chatting with a British guy on Growlr. I have a farm. Lots of guys like the ideas, but actually getting ass here . . . . Well, I had my regular boy here. What we do we do well and often, but fall into habits. So all the hot conversation earlier - I grabbed a moving blanket from the barn and told the boy to follow me. I set off across the south field. At the edge is an abandoned lean-to open shed abutting a 200 acre forest. Hes all afraid of the high grass and ticks, as I march down with one intent. We get down there. I throw the blanket across the dirt and push the boy to his knees on it. In a snap I have off my clothes, just in boots with a boy hanging mouth first off my dick. He has me juicing crazy like. I have him stand and strip. There he is vulnerable soft pink skin against rough weathered barn wood. I have him on the blanket on all fours. I spit on his naked exposed hole. Lick it. Wet it with my tongue. He's wiggling and moaning as I tease it with my cockhead (really spreading pre cum on his hole for lube.) He's there on all fours like an animal. I squat down and aim for his hole, sliding my dick in with gentle but direct force. ah as if his warm ass isn't heaven enough around my dick. Him there in the dirt and me above pushing him down and nailing his ass making it mine going to breed it FUCK I'm shaking turned on. Out in the open. I look down mid stroke and there below him is a spatter of his own cum. I don't know what was hotter - the fact that he'd blown his load that way or the goosebumps raised on the skin of his ass, or that this fucking was now for my pleasure, and mine alone. uh Huh! I am looking out across acres and acres of open field plowing his ass with my arms wrapped around his midsection to pull him back on my thrusts. It takes only a few minutes. My knees quiver with exhaustion as my balls draw up to fire the load deep inside him. FUCK pulsing that ass full of my cum . . . Fuck. I pull out and have stirred up some santorum. My dick hangs luxurious semi tumescent covered with ass and cum. My load has slipped out of his ass onto the moving blanket next to the boy's. HOT No rags for cleanup down there. "Up, boy," I say. I grab the drop cloth and set off, naked except for boots and socks, freshly fucked dick leading, across the field in the Friday afternoon sun towards the barn, with the boy following trying to keep up.

I came this morning inside my boy ("boy"). Just out of the shower, I went in his room to find him naked, face down, playing solitaire on his ipad. I climbed on top and had my bone between his sweet ass cheeks <snap> like that. I'm lucky for 48. He went to stop playing. I was like "No, keep going." And as he played on, I took the bottle of silicone lube, lubed his hole. Lubed my dick. I slid in. Now my intention was just to laye there. Having my knob headed dick in him raw makes my head spin. My plan was to just lay there on top of him, inhabiting him. Thing is, it felt so good. I could feel the precum squeezing out of my dick lubing up the underside where it was rubbing his hole. So I sat up and spit a few wads on the upper side of my dick. So the whole thing was enveloped in viscous heaven. That felt GREAT. I didn't mean to fuck his ass that way, but it was gripping my dick - and with his meaty ass cheeks in the way, I could tease my dick head with his tight ring - driving me crazy. Before I knew it I was full on pounding while he played on. I kept thinking the game would be over and I'd ask him to pull up the dirtiest thing he had on his new ipad. I had my arms around him in a bear hug because it turns me on to feel like I'm controlling his body while I'm owning his ass. My arms tight around his chest, I'm pushing him back down on my dick with each thrust. Then FUCK . . . before I meant to I'm seeing stars and pumping out a load inside him RIGHT AS he's won the card game and little fireworks are going off on his ipad screen. So damn funny. And HOT. Between spit, precum, and my load, he had a wet and sex nasty hole. We rolled over - me still in him - so he could get to his dick, me pulling at his balls as he impaled himself back down trying to take my load deeper. Soon his balls were retracted all the way up and he pumped out a load on his own stomach, squeezing my bare and still cum leaking semi out of his ass in the contractions.

I was on my farm yesterday with my 36y.o. 'boy'. First thing, we worked in the stables demolishing a wall between two stalls. It being ninety five degrees out and us working shirtless, we were covered in sweat and dirt. After taking a break to water trees out in the fields from a tank on the back of my pickup, we wound up back at the stables. The boy headed out towards the vegetables to work there and I called him back with my jeans unzipped and erection in hand. In what used to be the feed stall I have hung a sling. It's a nylon one, with a quilted mover's type blanket in it for comfort. I had the boy shuck his boots, drop trou, and hop in. I scoot him forward, put his ankles in the stirrups. Aw FUCK hot pink white ass sticking out for me - I rub my precumming dick across his hole. With a tiny bottle of silicone I keep on a stool there by the sling, I grease us both up. I push into him. I'm a big 8, but he's a built boy and can take it. My head spins - standing there hot and dirty pants unzipped boots on buried to the hilt deep in my boy's ass. What come next is pretty obvious - I'm in fucking heaven - fucking up to hit his prostate and using the sling to bounce him up and down on my dick, and he's making a racket moaning, which I wonder about anyone hearing but with 40 acres of privacy there's no one near. He loses his load on his stomach. And I keep right on going. Being a good boy a he takes it. Not long, and I'm pumping my load deep inside his gut. Uh huh. Whew, I go to pull out and a nice blob of my cum follows me and - splat - hits the dusty brick floor. There's a fair amount of santorum too. I'm used to finding whatever's there to be found anyway. We wipe off with a couple of paper towels I'd tucked in my pocket earlier when I anticipated this need. Best part is this though - hot, dirty, in boots and work clothes, we head off an hour or so later to do some yard work at the boy's place. On the way, I stop off to get a coke at Mayhugh's country store as we pass. There I am at the register, good old boy helping me, good old boy in line behind me. This is red state Virginia. And I thought - me fitting in just fine - what they'd think - these good ole boys - of my shit and cum covered dick? Fag haters. And me there stinking of freshly fucked ass! Ha. The idea had me hard by the time I got back to the truck.

Sweet. I wrote this. Glad you saved it. Thanks. It occurred at Dangerfield Island off the Potomac below National Airport in DC.