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As in H'wood CA ? If that's the case, and you can't find a guy to fuck, either you're stone blind, or there's a weasel in the woodwork around here .....

Same .... which is just another way of saying, we gotta vote these crazies out in November.

This one is difficult for me, since there are two other senses I depend on: hearing and taste. Stepping into a darkroom (where, oddly, one comes somewhat close to our OP's situation), the sounds of rutting men does for me what poppers do for other guys. Just the sounds of grunting, groaning with pleasure, the sloppish sounds of full, wet Holes being fucked, the barely audible murmurings of men in heat sating their Lusts is fantastic. I happen to be aurally focused anyway, and the hearing is acute all the time. The close quarters of a darkroom only intensify the thrill, and listening to all the sounds of men rutting is just wonderful. I also happen to enjoy eating Hole - particularly if it's been fucked full by previous Cocks. Eating Hole is like introducing myself to the Hole - it's a warm, welcoming, beckoning, hungry - almost communicating it's needs, it's Lusts, and offering me a taste of how beautifully it does it's job. That extends, of course, to the entire guy, but his Hole is where it all emanates from. I love putting my mouth on Holes, tonguing them, licking, tongue-fucking them, conjoining with them. So, hearing and taste; both are very important to me.

^This. Why on earth else would a guy go to the tubs? That's the function the tubs fulfill: places where guys either fuck Hole or get fucked. For the first time, the thousandth time, or any other time? Of course I fucked the first time I went to the tubs - that's what the tubs are there for.

All I knew about twitter was that the disgrace that formerly occupied the White House used it. Now. I have also heard rumors for some years now of the above alluded to human filth - when he was in Russia - being secretly videotaped at some Russian orgy with Russian Piss Whores squatting above his pin-head. Of course, I wondered if one or two missed their aim, and that's how he gets that color into his hair. But the entire mental image was just too much, and I never even used twatter once. Some of my friends back in Chicago send me stuff on What's Up occasionally, but I've never joined that one either. I noticed on an above reply that some guy from AVille (I lived there too, years ago) had used it. One thing I don't quite understand is, why bother with apps where you're tracked, when there's so much raw porn online if you want it .......

Years ago, lots of guys would check into Mans Country and stay the whole weekend. I do recall that guys would eat little pieces of scotch tape that had something called "window pane" stuck on. As I recall, it was a form of lsd, and the whole thing was called "going tripping". Not my thing, and I never did that. There were Musical acts brought in from the coasts as well as local acts in the Music Hall. There was a snack bar downstairs, certainly not a restaurant, but one could get by if you didn't bring a sandwich or something. When the tubs over in boystown first opened, it wasn't called Steamworks - and I can't remember what the original name was, but guys who lived over there would check in for the weekends too. They didn't have shows / entertainment over there, and I don't remember if they had a snackbar, but - they had a lot of guys fucking each other. Our favorite was definitely MC, we lived about a 10 minute walk away, so that was our whorehouse-of-choice.

Here in Ft. Lauderdale, apparently we're considered a "ground zero" location. I got my second shot weeks ago (with an appointment - I don't think there are any "walk-in-get-the-shot" arrangements quite yet. But, I stopped hunting for it once I got the initial shot (and appt for second shot) too. The backrooms / fuckjoints are wide open again now.

Ditto !!! We all wish you well as your life's journey unfolds.

Hasn't happened to me. Closest to it was at the orgies before covid, when I was keeping a cumdump. There wasn't that kind of structure to the swapping though. Just guys fucking other guys, and occasionally some guy would let others know they were fucking his boy. That was always fun. Not a formal "swap" though, but I'd have done it in an eyeblink.

Not being possessed of a "PornCock", I haven't bumped up against the bend all that often. Still, I remember the first time, it felt like to me like something I had to push aside, or move out of the way. I don't "know" this, but through the years I think some bottoms take so much Cock that the angle softens somewhat - like the Hole is rearranging itself to take a Cock more invitingly. It feels good to bump up against the right angle, but it just doesn't happen all that much with a 7"er.

Of course. I remember as a kid hearing one of the more infamous quotes attributed to Jesus: "I am the way, the truth, and the light. No one comes to the Father but through me". What an astounding construct from the last of the synoptic gospels. Nothing like it appears in any of the earlier* gospels, whether synoptic or not. What a blunt cudgel with which to hammer others into submission. There is no chance that this is an actual quote from the man, and every chance that it's a later insertion. No scholar of the texts denies this, and I mean any actual scholar. There are plenty of noisy trumpets blaring away, those who own and operate the ancient enemy Organized Religion, usually men, but not always, admonishing us in stentorian tones that it's either do what they say, or it's the toaster oven when we ditch. No one has the right to intimidate others into believing horseshit. No one has the right to out-shout their neighbors beliefs, denigrating their neighbors beliefs. Part of being human is being aware that we don't have all the answers, and we're simply not entitled to force ours upon others, either literally or via cultural pressure. The argument against women's rights to control their own bodies is so thinly veiled, it's virtually transparent. It's nothing more substantial than a fart in a windstorm, which storm I sincerely hope is coming in November. *earlier, by around 50 years, and thus closer to the life and actual sayings of the man. For more, read some of the Apocryphal texts - of Thomas, for instance, which texts also contains fragments of the yet-undiscovered "Q" document.

Would you please go into the issue a bit more deeply? There are a lot of folks that need to understand. Thanks.

Of course not. Wearing steel is an announcement of who and what you are: Confident enough to display your individuality, and devoted enough to your sexual needs to display them to any discerning eye. I have always enjoyed staring down someone who attempted to look askance at mine.

You're right, of course. There are tons of men who, for one reason or another, take comfort in the "hearth & home" construct, and want that. This is particularly true for men that, as boys, experienced a troubled home - maybe with his parents separating or divorcing - and he subconsciously wants to avoid that mess with his own family life. My own dad suffered a broken home as a kid, and later I saw clearly how much he valued the security of his homelife. I think my dad would have slugged anyone who suggested he "step out" and fuck some tart. I don't think he gave a rats ass about all the religious shit he pretended to endorse, because it afforded him the security of a life he missed out on as a kid. Alternatively, he was in the navy .... so maybe he had his share of loose snatch at that time. He never spoke about those days.

That's an interesting observation, and cries out for another layer to this religious "freedom for some, required for all" theme. The "early US settlers" were vastly outnumbered in the land they were in process of invading / killing off the indigenous. Forcing their magical, fevered notions of religiosity upon said indigenous enabled the new conquerors to engender hatred to the "infidels", and also promoted the crop of babies, sorely needed for the further conquest of the invaded land. It's always been, and remains to this day, about Power, and nothing else.

I think it's because hiv has come to be so closely associated with wanton sex, and yet survivable. Almost all rawguys like the idea of participating in wanton, no-holes-barred* sex, and a lot of us actually do it. Those guys who live in fairly remote areas where "city-sex" isn't easily available, and aren't possessed of an impressive intellectual capacity. Thus, they can easily transfer their instincts, wants, needs, desires for wanton sex to the likely outcome of becoming sero-converted, and yet imagine the possibility of a relatively 'whole' sexual life. There's no way to know for sure, of course, but I can't help but wonder how much of these fap fap (thanks again) chasers are actually out there living these fantasies. *deliberate

I would also be interested in any information related to the smallpox shots we got as kids. As I recall, we had to get a shot with several immunizations in the mix before we could go to kindergarten? I don't really remember much about it at all.

Geez ...... THEIR ..... where was my mind, I wonder ...... Somehow I don't think we have another 12 Grand in years to get fully accepted as normal. We better just keep Breeding each other ...

What you guys are describing is the joy of sharing your Lusts with each other - every guy getting what he needs, giving what other guys need. It's kinda like going to a sports (football) game: tons of other people who enjoy the vicarious thrill of watching big, hulking, muscular men in tight, almost see-through pants*, getting all butch and domineering at each other. These past few years, the players have taken to arranging their Cocks to best possible advantage too - thus maybe psychologically intimidating the other team - but in any case, delighting all but the straightest of fans. It's the tiniest little skip of the imagination to visualize the shower room after a sweaty game. What could be more sexually thrilling than walking into a room full of rutting, breeding men, celebrating their innermost pressing needs together? *those slippery, silvery excuses for pants the Lions wear, for instance. One can almost count the pubes, even on tv ....

"but sexually I just want to keep getting my hole used" Well, see if you can expand your Lust a bit. Imagine that by reining in your natural instincts for a short while, you'll be making even more Cocks available for not only your Hole, but for all your fellow load-takers. Of course you "just want to keep getting your hole used"; that's your nature, and you've gladly accepted it. Is it possible that you could get some pleasure out of knowing you helped keep other Holes filled while yours is being treated? It's all about "us", as a world-wide group of men who love raw sex with other men. Good luck, bud.

JUST NOW !!! BEARS ACTUALLY WON !!! COULDN'T GET MY FUKKIN DICK OUT IN TIME - SHOT RIGHT IN MY PANTS !!!!! NEVER THOUGHT I'D LIVE TO SEE THE DAY !!!!!

NLBear's right. Once I retired (early) I found that fucking guys was on my mind more than before, probably because work had to come before other things. Once all of that was no longer first thing in my mind, cruising guys became more fun, fucking at the drop of a hat became more fun, and some days I have half a hardon in my pants most of the time. I suppose it's because I can, since there's nothing else of primary importance. I like cruising ass - and I like guys to check out my Cock - and I like catching them doing it, too. Some months ago I fucked a guy in the parking lot who had been taking loads all night in the bar, outside the bar near my house, and he always wears the same clothes. So this morning I had to stop at the grocery store, and he came out of the store as I was going in. This is the guy whose Hole was so full that the loads splashed out on my jeans when I shoved it to him. He saw me smiling at him, blushed, looked away, and hurried along to his car. And I walked into the store with a nice, half-hard Cock in my shorts. I'll bet the next time I see him taking loads between the parked cars, he won't be flushed with embarrassment, he'll be just as horny for more as he was the last time I fucked him.

Last night was for me as well - finally !!! Started out with a couple of beers over at a bar close by, a little fiddling, a little diddling, but ditched after a little while. Only rutted in one Hole around the corner between some parked cars, but was impatient to get to my favorite fuckjoint (which re-opened last night after closing for 2 weeks on orders from the Health Dept. for mpx reasons). It was almost like meeting a dear friend again after many years. There was a line to get in, and I think every damn guy in line had a hardon in his pants - I know I did. Did my routine of walking through the place, sniffing the wind, and headed to the darkroom. Got groped before my eyes adjusted (as much as they can - it's pitch black in there), and there were guys rutting in every square inch of the darkroom. It was just wonderful. Magical. Every guy I could reach out and touch was either fucking Hole or taking Cock. I started fucking the nearest Hole, and while I was in it, a rather slim guy wormed his way through the melee, and apparently started taking a Cock next to me - I could feel his breath on my cheek, but couldn't see him at all. Put my arm around his waist to feel his ass full of another Cock, and realized his Hole was right there - not buried way back behind a pair of asscheeks. a very modest Cock, nice furry ass, just the way I like it best, and his lips brushed against mine. I'm not that much of a kisser, but this guy was burning with Lust too, and so I did. Whispered how hot his ass felt full of that Cock fucking him, he whispered how much he loved taking loads, all of that. The guy fucking him was starting to breath harder, so I whispered Breedshit into that guy's ear, and shortly he pumped his load into the guy my Cock was pointing at. Started telling the guy how much I wanted to fuck him, how hot his Hole felt, filled with that fresh Sperm, and told him I was going to eat his Hole out before I pumped mine up there too. He just groaned, kissed, clearly he loved pigsex as much as I do. But, before I could even maneuver around back to get in his Hole, another Cock was already half way into his Hole. Couldn't see anything, but I just told him how beautiful he was with raw Cocks rutting in his Hole, and I'd gladly wait my turn. So he took the load off that other Cock while I just rutted in the same Hole I had been in, but each of us had one arm around the other's shoulder, he just loved kissing, whispering filthy truths in each others ears. Finally the other Cock Bred his Hole, and this time I made sure to get behind him before another Cock started in on his Hole, knelt down and kissed, licked on his Hole briefly, then shoved my tongue up there, and got a wonderful taste of his ass, his musk, and the Sperm other Cocks had fucked up there too. It was getting really jammed in the darkroom at this point, and after 28 days of nothing but my damn fist, his Hole was like the finest velvet - the Sperm in his Hole was like ambrosia mixed with poppers - his loads soaked my pubes when I shoved it in, and I love that. By the time I finally got my Cock up his sweet Hole, other guys were wanting to Breed him too, and a couple started talking Breedshit in my ear - feeding their Cocks to his mouth - and I think I must have shot my toenails up his gut along with my Seed. I could barely stand - it was nothing less than a perfectly beautiful mating with a guy I wouldn't even recognize if I saw him on the street. I left the darkroom after some more filthy sweet-talk, and went out to the bar for some air for a while. I must have stunk like the pig I am - wringing wet with sexsweat - the bartender looked and me, grinned, and just shook his head back and forth. And all I did was sit there, sip my beer, and smile. I hope he's there again tonight !!!

I agree with BootmanLA. I don't bother with it a whole lot, but I like at least a peg or three to hang a storyline on. If it's a great story, I don't really need all the visuals - I can do that on my own. Definitely not saying the visuals aren't fun - just that the story trumps (on my knees begging forgiveness for that filthy, truly depraved reference) the visuals.

As far as I'm concerned, the very mention of rubbers in the context of male-on-male sex, backrooms, fuckjoints, or fucking Holes, is the best example of an oxymoron I've ever run across.