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That's an interesting point you make. Lots of guys today weren't around before all the apps and whatever, and had to either sit alone or get their asses out and mingle with the rest of the crowd. That's how guys used to meet, sniff each other's ass, and decide whether or not to fuck. Meeting in-person at some bar/club, walking down the street, in some store, wherever they both happened to be, and at the same time. Meeting a "Cinder-fella" just doesn't happen all the time in real, actual life, and most of us don't need absolute perfection anyway. No guy - including ourselves - is perfect. Having faults, working to better ourselves is part of being human.

This ^ is spot-on. as I see the issue. It's perhaps the single-most crucial component of all, when considering where one's place is in our magnificent universe of barebackers. All of us should invest the time/effort in weighing all the variables, arrive at a decision, and then proceed to live our lives on our terms.

If I could still blush, I would ..... waaaaay too late for that though ....

Fort Lauderdale.

Ditto that !!! When real "living" becomes impossible, I'd sooner be outta here than still here.

Here in the US, that baby has been born, grew up fairly quickly, and is as emotionally stunted as a rock.

OK .... OK ... The highlight of Fri night wasn't in my favorite area (the darkroom), it was in the orgy room. Dimly lighted, but you can at least see the guys near you. There are built-in benches (taller than what comes to mind) on the N and S side of the orgy room, with a big round upholstered (vinyl, hopefully) sofa-like thing in the middle. It was jammed, took several minutes just to wriggle my way in, and some guy got up off the bench and I got his place. To my left were guys bent over the bench taking loads. To my right, another guy, who was in process of taking a load. Nice looking, nice body, all of that. Got my Cock out of my jeans, and inched closer to him. Put my hand next to my right leg, his hand a few inches away. Saw him looking at my hard Cock sticking out of my jeans, and his hand moved slightly closer. So, I moved mine as well, and gently stroked his hand. He was making the most inspiring sighs - the most lovely groans - and I wanted some of that, but I wanted the Cock that was fucking him to Breed him first. and I don't really like pushing myself into what is clearly a 2-guy fuck. Other guys sucked my Cock while I was waiting for my chance, maybe 5 or 6 ... and I must say, I've never had a bad (toothy) blowjob over there, but I wanted the guy's ass that was bent over the bench I was sitting on. Eventually he put his hand on mine, all the while making the most beautiful sighs and groans - Mozart-for-the-fuckjoints*. Finally the guy in his Hole shot his load, and my "intended" moved directly in front of me to suck my Cock. That left his Hole sticking out right in the middle of where other guys were squeezing through the crowd making the circuit of the room. Long story short, my eyes weren't the only ones on his Hole - he took several Cocks up his Hole while he sucked mine - not sure how many Bred him though. Finally, when I had the chance, I just spun him around and told him to sit on it - so his face was pointed at crotch-level into the crowd. He wasn't the best Cocksucker I've ever had, but his heart and soul were into it, so who am I to object? After a little while, I stood up, turned him around to face the bench, and kept rutting. And - no surprise - some guy tried to fuck ME. I had to tell him twice that I couldn't accommodate him, but it was kinda hot. Pumped him full of my load, squatted down and sucked that Hole .... stood up, thanked him, he returned the favor, and we went our separate ways. *Yes, obviously my very favorite composer ... Sat night: even better ... So when you arrive at Slammer, you have to fill out a form, name, addy, license number, etc. There's a shelf-like plank with clipboards and these forms, so you can get all that written down before getting to the payment window. Sometimes on really busy nights they set up a tall-but-small table on the other side of the entrance so the guys that previously bought the 3-month memberships can get in more quickly (on weekends, the line to get in can go out the door into the parking lot). Kind of a little "perk" for the regulars, I guess. Anyway, one of the employees - and no, I won't spill his name - but he's always been my favorite over there, and it was him manning that extra sign-in table. He flashed me a lovely grin, called me by name, asked how I am, etc - and I my Cock got hard. He saw it, felt me up, and licked his lips, so I put my hand down his jeans and felt up his Hole - and it was right there - not back behind a pair of fat cheeks - right there. Felt the fur in his hole, and I'd have fucked him right then and there. Guys waiting in line to get in started to chant "fuck him - fuck him" - which I didn't. We weren't even inside the joint yet - it was just the foyer. He said some nice things, I responded, but it was Saturday night - there was a long line, and no guy waiting in line to even get into the place wanted to waste one more minute on the "mating dance" us. He did ask if I had a boy of my own, which was interesting. He wrapped it up, saying something like 'I want that' .... to which I "replied Well, you have all my contact information already - name, address, phone # ......". So we'll see what happens ... I'd love to hear the doorbell, open the door, and see that smiling face. But then, maybe he does that with a lot of the regulars. So, went into the joint, did all my usual stuff, rutted my way down the line of Holes in the darkroom, went to the orgyroom, but it was just too jammed to get in - so went to the elevated Cocksucker's gallery and fucked some throats - (never experienced a bad Cocksucker there), wandered around for a while (and saw two guys I knew from "regular" life), and finally hit the darkroom again, sucked some Holes, pumped a load up one of them. So yeah, it was a great couple of nights .... and, if I hear from 'name-withheld", I'll mention it. Ya'all's bunch of hot, sweet, wonderful fantastic PIGS ..... and Iove every damn one of ya ......

Bring a stick of Land 'O Lakes unsalted with you .... that'll improve the taste of anything 😉

Excellent replies above, tomzefis. Living in the US, I can't comment about your physician's apparent bias directly, since I'm not familiar with details of the health-care system where you live. That said, I'd print out a copy of the (delete the references to various deities if you like) Hippocratic Oath, make one last visit to this woman, hand her the copy, and politely tell her she's no longer worthy of caring for you, with all the good manners you can summon forth. That said, find another doctor to see to your care first. note: per the above responses, why can't we make an "upvote" more than once !!! Only one for this particular thread seems inadequate ...

Friday & Sat nights ...... my usual fuckjoints ...... all the usual, sweet, wanton behavior ..... So many guys seem not to have access to the kinds of fuckjoints around here, it's a bit unseemly to go on about what I do on the weekends ....

I don't think the trend you're referring to is limited to guys hunting for sex. Given the advent of so-called "social media", there's far too many folks (in the general population) that have somehow translated in their minds that online communication, or merely reading posts on their telephones supplants the need for human interaction. All of us need each other, meaning not just raw guys, but everyone, and impersonal commentary over the ether simply cannot fulfill that need. To the above quote: so-called "social media" is unable to fulfill that very necessary human need. These folks that spend hours a day on social media are denying themselves of actually "meeting"- interacting others, in-the-flesh. There's no substitute for actually interacting with others, most of all over (anti) social media. It's like we (meaning everyone who overly uses the falsely-named "social" media providers) is depending on a puff of smoke to fulfill a basic human need. I wonder if some of these people could go more than an hour (I mean being awake) without fooling with their damned phone ....

Did you know that the translation in English is "butter-goose-table" ??? (I think there's a presumed "and" between the edibles) Obviously, the butter is for lube, and the "goose" is for the guy who's going to take the buttered Cock ..... 😉

To the OP though, whatever position that releases/enhances the bottom's Lusts the most.

FWIW: "fraught" is an adjective, not a noun, and generally used in a negative context. Thus, nothing can ever be merely "fraught". Something (noun) can be "fraught" with danger, for example. I know the Woman in Black on tv has decided to alter the spoken English language, and other tv persons have followed her heavy-handed lead, but it's still literally non-sense.

It never occurred to me to try counting how many. All that mattered was getting my Cock in Holes and pumping my Sperm deep inside them. At this point, it has to be many hundreds though.

Beautifully said, NordicBtm ... I suppose most folks want to "feel a part of something", but the way I see it, we barebackers are special. We're already self-aware of our sexual requirements - namely barrier-free fucking each other - sharing that which is surely something that we uniquely possess. When a Top fucks a bottom, and Breeds his raw Hole, that Top has given something uniquely his - and the bottom has given the Top something that is uniquely his. Thus, this beautiful act - repeated over and over and over - countless times with countless men - connects each of us to every other rawguy ... We are surely - as you put it .... "all in this together and the sex and cum sharing just strengthens those bonds"

Several guys above mentioned waiting in line to get to a particular Hole, and that's always hot. The more Cocks that have at least rutted in the Hole the better, and by far the very best is when several have pumped their loads up there already. There's really only one physical attribute that I tend to avoid: really big ass-cheeks. I'm not swinging a 9 incher - and if the cheeks are too fat, I can <polite cough> barely get inside. I tend to like 'em on the slim side - preferably a delicious hairy "properly" pre-lubed Hole that tastes as hot as it feels. A slim, non-Caucasian with a depraved mind and a hungry Hole is perfection - but we don't always get exactly what our (wet) dreams ask for either. Actually, I probably fuck more Caucasian guys than non-Caucasian guys, and that's A-OK with me too.

I've been over there before, for reasons other than fucking. Haven't heard much about it, but - might as well go and tell the rest of us what's going on over there. The first of our Pride events here in Ft. L. is coming up fairly soon too.

At Slammer, there are two men's rooms next to each other on one of the major aisles* (I mean rest-rooms), and the first you come to has an area I've occasionally seen guys doing piss-play. I don't know if that's sanctioned by the management or not. *at one time, it was a straight "men's club" - so one of the restrooms was originally for women.

That makes complete (and terrible) sense. Never having been to Orlando (the mouse, and all that ... ) I didn't know the state of socio/economic conditions there. As a kid, the family went to Disneyland in CA, and that was enough. I went to Riverview in Chicago once (visiting relatives with kids (shudder), and that was fun more for the shady characters hanging around than anything else. Had I known it then, maybe the Huckster-in-Chief was there too, learning his craft, and maybe .... well .... 'nuff said .....

Today, that's the case: grab a bucket of water and try to put out the fire. Apparently the days of debating the pros/cons of any particular piece of legislation are over; there seems to be little "debate" in Congress. The closest thing to actual, for-the-good-of -the-people, "debate" is now something called Voting the worst of them out of office. We get that chance every 2 years in one case, and every 4 years in the other, (plus local elections). Last I heard though, the "deity" is still not registered to vote in these dis-United States, so it's up to "we, the people" to clean house. So yes, I agree that things have arrived at the point that we're forced to vote "against", but in that same process, we can also vote "for", assuming all of us actually do it.

You're being tremendously generous ... When I bought my tv, I had it altered so it won't even go to Fox (unless there's a good game on), and as far as I'm concerned, the Woman in Black - relentlessly self promoting - can go on a looooong fishing trip - a really long one.

Let me put it this way: If any of you guys run into a bottom Sasquatch, send him my way (after using his Hole, of course).

What a lovely, magnificent, clear and concise explanation of how some of feel about wanton raw sex. performed, repeated, over and over and over again. You put it far better than I could; tonight when I head over to Slammer, I'll have your ethereal words echoing in my mind. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. ❤️

It's Slammer 321 - which is the address: 321 W Sunrise Blvd (on the North side of the street). The only sign you'll see has only the numerals, not the name.