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I think it really depends on the situation and scene. One of the rudest things was something I saw in a dark room was in Paris at The Keller. Dude was getting fisted and the top just pulled out and walked away. It was so fucking rude. At least help the bottom up or ask him if he wants to get up. Just cause we're pigs doesn't mean we can't be kind. He did want to get up. I helped him, he invited me to another bar and I got back to my hotel at about 6AM smelling of piss and cum. He invited me into his pig pen. I won in that case.

This happened to me as well. I occasionally reposted dirty stuff and bantered with porn actors I thought were hot (Joel Someone can do ANYTHING HE WANTS TO ME, ANYTIME, ANYWHERE!) And I got banned. For no apparent reason. I made a new dirty account but hardly ever look at it.

Hubby: "It's a scent NOT A FLAVOR."

I may have posted this story elsewhere on the site, but.....this happened to me a LONG time ago. "The egg man." I met this guy in the bar near my house in Cambridge, MA in 1988 when I hadn't lived there long. I was 23. He was a teacher so he couldn't hook up that night. We made plans for Friday. I went to his house (on the train in a snowstorm) and he picked me up. We go to the house (close in suburbs) and it's clear he lives with his parents. He tells me they're in Florida for the winter. We eat, we go downstairs, start making out, smoke a little weed, get in bed, naked. And he just lays there. I try to draw him out. Figure out what his deal is (I had no experience of kink at this point). Nothing. Finally he says, "hang on." Goes up stairs and comes back with a carton of eggs. "Do you want me to throw them at you?" This seemed the most obvious thing. I was game. But this sounded weird and messy. But it wasn't my house, so I didn't have to clean up the mess. "No, throw them at the wall." So I do. And he still just lies there. Finally I get bored, knowing I'm stuck here until the morning. And go out and sit on the sofa (basement apartment!). He comes out a few minutes later, and says "I think you should leave." I said. "How do you expect me to do that?" He says “I'll take you to the subway in Malden." FINE. I get dressed, and OF COURSE the car gets stuck at the end of the driveway in the snow and slush. I had to get out and push, AND then stepped in a huge puddle of icy water. He took me to the T (subway) station and I called my friend Stefan who lived nearby. Thankfully he was home, and he came and picked me up and took me home. We went to the same bar where I had met the Egg Man and I met another guy who I ended up dating for 6 months (a sexy hunrgry bottom and greatfuck who turned out to be a Republican). I never saw The Egg Man again, but when I told this story to people they knew exactly who he was, but they called him "Boots."

I'm 60 now and have slowed down quite a lot sexually. That said, the people who hit on me are often 1/2 my age. SO many gay men have Daddy issues. I fucking love it. Took me a while to wrap my head around it, but now I love it (those of you who've read my stories here know that I've written a lot of daddy/boy stories).

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That's a fair point. For me the surprise was that I realized I wanted my nuts played with without someone else actually DOING IT. I'm not sure what clicked. I'm 60 and it was probably within the last 3-4 years. I'm super happy about it, but I'm have no idea what I did. I did help a friend discover his nipples. When we first started playing I pinched them lightly and he said "those aren't wired." And after playing once a month or so for several years, they were wired. 🙂 My gift to him.

It's funny. I've always been a "no pain" sort of person. I've had people beat/spank me, but I really really hated it. Don't like being tied up either (but I totally get why people like both of those things.) The only thing other people find painful that I do not is pinching my tits (but don't BITE them, please). Then I discovered in the past few years that I love having my nuts yanked on. HARD. It doesn't hurt now, it just feels amazing. You CAN teach an old faggot dog new tricks. You never know. 🙂

People forget that you can piss in a bottle and then use a bag or funnel to put it in someone's ass.

Real men don't give a shit who thinks they're masculine.

There's something deeply sexy about knowing that you've made strangers cum! It's one reason I like writing porn stories.

Promise you'll spit in my face while you piss up my cunt! And call me faggot.

Of course when I went looking for it I couldn't find it! DOH! Try this: [think before following links] https://x.com/search?q=%23hyperspermia&src=typed_query (some of this is with women). If you search for the word hyperspermia you'll find accounts that might not be tagged with the hashtag. Also: [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/video/search?search=hyperspermia

He probably had hyperspermia. It's a real thing. Some of the videos are amazing. Lots of it on Twitter. Would love to suck off a guy like that or take his load in my ass.

In NOLA Sniffies posts places like this.

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So what's the common denominator here? All in the PNW. Maybe that's the problem.

GOOD BOY! Daddy's proud of you for taking so many loads in your cunt.

Try dipping your dick in a glass of warm water and leaving it there for a minute or so. It'll help the muscles that hold your bladder closed relax. If you know an older man (ahem) many of us take a medication called Tamsulosin. Which is hilariously brand named FLOMAX (which sounds like an aftermarket carburetor for a 1971 Camaro). That might help too as it relaxes those same muscles. The warm water trick used to work for me when I was high and had a hard time pissing.

Yes. The owners were a nice older gay man and a woman I assumed to be his sister (the looked like siblings and were around the same age, probably 40 or so at the time). This was in about 1979-1981 timeframe (my last few years in HS in Urbana).

It's why we keep going back to arcades and bookstores and bathhouses, even though it's often a frustrating experience. And because we're fucking whores.

Giardia from rimming a hole I didn't realize was dirty. The dude was sexy AF, but I DO NOT RECOMMEND IT. I've had intestinal infections a couple times (from both sex and food) and they are DEEPLY unpleasant.

Mine was similar to hntnhole's. I grew up in Champaign-Urbana, IL. A small city with a very large university. I went to the University's lab school (the weirdo school....it was GREAT). I used to go wait for the bus in the center of the campus adjacent business district. There was a bookstore there and I would wander in and browse while I waited for the bus when it was cold (and eventually when I needed new spank bank material). I noticed gay porn magazines in the huge rack of every magazine you could possibly want. They carried Numbers, Playguy, Mandate and Honcho (my favorite, what a surprise) as well as story magazines like First Hand. I initially shoplifted them (the only thing I ever shoplifted) until I risked it one day and bought one. I had finally caught on that the owner of the Little Professor Bookshop was an older gay man (I was only 15 and my gaydar was still under construction). He sold them to me ($1.95!) without a blink. It was kind of him and I became a regular customer. I wish I still had all those porn mags. Then, not long after, I discovered adult bookstores and glory holes and a PIG was made. This was so long ago that the porn was all Super 8mm film. You'd drop a quarter and the movie projector would start and run for a couple minutes while you sucked the cock in the hole. I can still hear the clicking sound seared into my brain. There was no sound on these movies (think Kansas City Trucking Co. or early William Higgins.) I learned to cruise and suck dick in those booths. At the time I didn't like getting fucked (bad experience as a younger person with an adult) so it was usually just oral.