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There was a bit of a "sleaze-strip" across Sheridan Road up at the Great Lakes base, far Northern Il - Gurnee, maybe? I'm not sure if it's still there, but it was off-limits to the guys on base, so something must have been happening down there. There's a porn "star" that I met later on - the one with the huge bio tat on his belly, from Davenport, when he was fucking one of my neighbors. Can't recall his name - and probably wouldn't mention it if I could. But, there was usually a smattering of seafood at the gay bar on the interstate west of Kenosha.

Clearly, there are different cultural strata involved, and teaching the universal "moral code" doesn't enter the minds of two straights that begot these liars, which "parents" weren't taught it either. Even what should be an innate sense of fairness often doesn't exist. These guys are basically cowards, able to excuse their cowardice with who knows what kind of mental juggling, and it's entirely possible some are reading this right now. Unfortunately, this type will always be around, to their shame. It's not the pandemic - it's the flaw in their character. As far as I know, no one has yet invented a Cosmic Chalkboard where these guys can be "outed" as flakes for all to see. Unfortunately, bearing the burden of flakes clotting up the community is one more hurdle, in a life full of them.

I don't take all that much Cock up my gut, but when I do, it's to feel totally "connected" to the guy, his Cock, and by extension, all the other Holes he's bred. I don't particularly like getting fucked, but I absolutely love the feeling of "connection" to every other BreedHole, every other BreedCock, every other Pig-in-Lust, every other Brother ... kinda on the ethereal side of it, but ... there it is. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

WELL DONE, TREEHUGGER !!!!!!! The mind boggles at the very notion, and so do the Cock & balls. To the topic question though, I've been sort of tossing around different things I have yet to do, and I think I've come up with my answer: I've never actually sucked/licked/ate a Hole with a Cock pumping Sperm at the same time. I've seen it done in the fuckflicks of course, and the notion of having my tongue actually be part of the Breeding just turns my Cock to granite. I've sucked tons of freshly-bred Holes, and loved every one. I've sucked the Sperm off Cocks after they've shot up a Hole and pulled out, but I still haven't actually been an "active participant" when some other Cock is Breeding raw Hole. Maybe one of these nights ...... It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Two sides of a different coin: Yes, I love the fact that we can indulge our horticultural efforts year-round. Yes, I love the fact that it never snows. When I moved to Ft.L., I almost wept with joy when I gave neighborhood friends my snowshovels, snowblowers, salt, all the "winter stuff" as well as the lawnmowers. Here, I have no "lawn", only paved pathways through a richly planted tropical wonderland I can fuss with all year round. No, I have rather little regard for where I live now, in that what passes for legitimate theatre is absolutely laughable. We had far better troupes in the neighborhoods back in Chicago, let alone the major theatre companies downtown/near north side. Goodman, Steppenwolf, Court, No, I have less than little regard for where I live now, in that what passes for musical "life" does not exist. There is visiting orchestra from Miami regularly - a limited ensemble, and the conductor doesn't attempt more than his forces can handle - it's at least something. As far as Dance goes, there's the annual, imported Tchaikovsky and that's about it. What passes around here for "art" is shameful. I don't expect the Art Institute, I don't expect the CSO, Lyric, or the dozens of smaller ensembles, but geez. No, in the sense that City Government has little apparent idea regarding infrastructure. They're up to not much more than destroying older, more bohemian neighborhoods and throwing up new high-rise buildings (which, unless something really dramatic is done about the environment), will be washed away in a few years anyway. Politically, this is the biggest small town I've ever experienced. They're boys in little-boy-pants, trying to pretend they're all grown up now, sort of like the Emperor that ran naked, believing his ass was actually covered. No. Pay-to-play is expected in most municipalities, and that system is ok when it works. Chicago was "organized" down to the precinct-level, home by home. I know, because I was a part of it for a number of years. Yes, I know that where I used to live is the "second city", after NYC. Yes, I know it's far larger, far more culturally developed, blah blah blah. Sexually, Chicago was a veritable smorgasbord, with all kinds of action, In the city, in the burbs; if you can imagine it, there were places to do it. Not just in boystown either - all over the place. I won't even go into it. Most you you know already anyway. But, the paramount thing I do not miss about Chicago is that every November, the days grow dim, more grey skies than sunny, the increasing cold, and accursed Winter. It comes every year and stays for 4 months, sometimes longer. Here in SoFl, yes, we do get hurricanes once in a while. They come, do their damage, and go. But they don't come every single year, and they don't last for 4 months. The last one to bother Ft.L.. was 3 years ago. So, I made the trade-off, having loved Chicago for it's many attractions, and moved to Ft.L. for a lot less, and enjoying warm, sunny weather year-round. I'd do it again.

Phimosis !!! Thanks, Hairypiglet - I'd never heard of it before your reply. That must have been the problem when I was a kid. All I remember is my dad sticking a cotton swab up there with some medicine on it, and it hurt like hell. But the threat of being cut on was more than enough for me to stretch that hole open and then some. Now, after many years of "service", there isn't really a piss-hole anymore ... can't quite figure out why ... <grinnnn> E.W. That's another new one for me. I'd never heard that "reason" before.

I'm not embarrassed about doing that ... For one of them (Bijou Theatre on Wells St.) I put a 3" holesaw on my small cordless drill and that was that. There was another one over on Rt. 50 in WI, and I did that one with a pocket knife. Took a few visits, but, it was a rural area, and those farmboys were firm-assed from - I don't know - maybe pitchforking all that hay in the barn ??? Maybe that's where they would go to Breed each other when they weren't hitting that little rest-stop on Hwy 50 ???

Since I usually limit myself to Fri/Sat nights, after 5 days of waiting I'm ready !!! What do I think about? I don't really "think" at all. I am simply "present" in the moment, loving my Lusts, immersing myself in celebrating Lust with other men just like me. If I do any intellectual thinking, it's more along the lines of the ethereal - taking part in the magnificent carnal acts of Lust - thrilling, awesome, universal Lust. I'll rut in almost any Hole, enjoying the "mating" with not only the Hole, but every other Cock that's pumped it's Sperm in there too. I'll gladly suck a Cock that's been rutting in wet Holes, just for the thrill of "connecting" with both the Hole and the Cocks. It's almost like leaving the reality of our daily lives, full of tasks that need to be done, and losing myself in the love of Lust for my like-minded Brothers. I don't "think", I just wade in, and become "one" with the communal joy of wanton, carnal Lust. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Never. I've heard some anti-human garbage in backrooms, but nothing at all about Jewish or Muslim men. At one time, circumcision was considered a health-related procedure that should be done to avoid infections under the foreskin. Showering/bathing regularly accomplishes the same thing. Neither have I. As a little kid, my dad came close to forcing it on me, since the opening in the foreskin was really small, and I occasionally got an infection. Even then though, way before any sexual thoughts of any kind entered my mind, I fought against it, and stretched the foreskin hole every day. Eventually, I could "skin it back" easily, and the problem was solved. Whew - close call !!!

So do I. At first, it was for a Breedboy that stayed with me for a while - he could lie in the sling and watch everything, head to toe, including whoever was Breeding him. That was the first time I'd actually watched myself "in the moment". Frankly, it didn't do much for me, but the Holes almost always liked watching my Cock ruttng in their Holes. So I added 3 more in that room. If guys like it, why not?

LOL ... nothing wrong with a few appetizers on the way !!! Or "second, third, fouth helpings" for that matter. You have a pevectly delicious Thanksgiving bud - particularly on your knees 😋

Agreed. That's why I ditched it a few years ago. It's enough of a risk letting some Hole into your home for a slingfuck - some guy out of his head on who knows what is asking too much. I actually had a guy come over with a backpack, out of which he pulled needles and vials of christknowswhat ... that was IT. Now, 90% of my action is at a men-only private fuckclub.

Great recitation of a hotttt hookup. This is why I don't bother much with online cruising. I much prefer the darkroom at my fav fuckjoint - where most of the "cruising" is done in Braille. Hands come out of the dark to feel up a hard Cock. Mouths materialize out of the dark to suck Cocks. Most of the Holes are lined up on a fuckbench, either taking Sperm up their gut or waiting for the next one. Who am I in the dark? I'm the guy celebrating my calling - my debauchery - tasting every Spermy Hole that isn't occupied, shoving my Cock to every Hole waiting for loads. It's absolutely magnificent, and the thrill has never dulled. Sometimes I suck a Cock, sometimes a mouth sucks mine. Sometimes I suck off a Cock while I'm rutting in Holes. Occasionally, a hard raw Cock Breeds in my Hole. All in the sweet, beckoning delicious darkness. I seldom see more than what I'm there for, and I couldn't care less. The darkness allows my mind to remove all hints of looks, body-shapes, all the extraneous things that make every one of us in there "less-than-ideal" in some way. We can't judge what we can't see. Nothing but a bunch of sex-focused men doing what they must do. I have matured. I am not the same guy I was 20 years ago. I have realized that - in the darkrooms - I become what I know myself to be: a total Pig, celebrating my Lusts with my Brothers. But, I do pump my Sperm up Holes !!! It's gotta go where it does the next guy some good. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Agreed. EW is always a great read. Having just discovered the Blogs, I'm working my way through EW's work, which reflects several magnificent talents, whether in-born or learned. Parts of this post reminds me of my high-school years, in that - being musically gifted - I sometimes took jobs as church musician (organ/choir director), always in Lutheran churches*, since there were no other kind anywhere near where I lived. One was at a church quite near my house, the choristers were (polite cough) "limited", and I never really cared about being organist, so the situation wasn't ideal. But I digress a bit ... The pastor was a middle-aged dump of a man, thoroughly infused with the "guilt-magic" of the Lutheran church. He would thunder on about transubstantiation (read cannibalism), ancient magical conception, blah blah blah. He was also a completely closeted gay man. He so throughly detested himself, his desires, he chose to live a dishonest life rather than accept the humanity he was born with, and wound up a mere shadow of a man. His wife - fat, dumpy, unhappy - his kids, dullards, awkward, completely lacking in any shred of self-confidence. Contrast that with the honest life that our author has lived. Not necessarily easy, but honest. Laying it all out there (I mean here on BZ) for any other man to fold into the battter of baking his Better Life. The wordsmithing draws guys in, but the elements presented are always worthwhile. We need to question everything, judge our beliefs, our actions through the mirror of self introspection. I don't know of any other way to arrive at living an honest life. The answers lie within us, not with outside sources trying to force us into submission to cultural bullshit created by others, usually centuries, millennia ago. Lots of things are "sexy", but intelligence is really sexxxxyyy. I wasn't working there all that long when it was time for the HateHomos sermon. As I sat there in the balcony, with the rest of the choristers listening to this shit spewing from his perverted mouth, I became angrier and angrier. Finally, I just got up and walked out. I have no idea who played the wrap-up, final hymn, responsorials, all of that. EW went through a similar agony, and has shared his story in such an eloquent and graceful way that I simply must congratulate him on making it through all the cultural/religious bullshit that's shoveled down our throats, and found his Truth. In the cultural tradition I was born into, we call them The Ancient Ones, but they went by many names throughout history, as did the current One. Although our journey through life may be difficult, and some don't make it through unscathed, thanks, ErosWired, for your generous sharing. By the way, I understood the Eros part of your sn right away, but - not being electronically interested, it did take me a little while to figure out the Wired part. Here on BZ, it's usually ... All about Cock/Hole/Sperm .... but sometimes it's about a lot more than just that. *lower case intentional, as a sign of disrespect

LOL ... I did some graduate work at Northwestern, and one of the buildings was of - oh, probably earlier 20th Century construction. The main men's-room was in the basement, stalls with gh's, Things got so out-of-hand down there, they finally just closed the men's room, and built some very small man's rooms (singular - I think they were made out of closets), maybe a couple on each floor. Did it solve the "problem" ??? NO. Eventually the building was torn down, a new one built, but that was after my time there, so I don't know where all those horny CockHounds are hunting now. Fun while it lasted though.

I accept your point. I suppose guys born to Breed Holes may also be born with (or inculcated with somewhere along the line) the insecurities you mention. It's a perfect example of just because it didn't happen to me, or apply to me, doesn't mean it's not valid. There's more than enough room in our particular corner of the world for every guy to do what he needs to do, and do it how he wants to. Thanks.

First, a laugh on me, in that I just realized there were these continuing posts located in the "blogs" heading. Yours are first class on a number of levels. A hot Hole is sexy, a hot Cock is too. Intelligence, however, trumps (pardon the usage) both to the nth degree. But to this one: There is a point at which - once we've devoted ourselves to the vagaries of pursuing Lust as a life's goal - when the "been there, done that" no longer carries the same thrill it previously did. We therefore find ourselves at the point of needing what I like to call "Ever-Deeper-Depravities" (alliteration is obviously one of my favorite literary devices) to fulfil our cravings. We can only eat so many baloney sandwiches before we simply must have some mustard with it, or - maybe try some other kind of meat. Considering your excellent sexual history outlined so beautifully above, there are other more 'unusual' sexual acts (probably unmentionable here, lest I get tossed out), but which most likely have crossed your mind, if only fleetingly. The "Inhibitory Thresholds" can vary widely, and to a certain extent everyone obeys certain ones, like stopping at red lights, but these are more cultural "agreements" everyone respects as much for self-preservation as anything else. I recall reading elsewhere that you're a "barefoot farmboy" ...

And when may we expect this to happen? You may want to use the time formerly spent being disgusted by certain discourse on this site on some other pursuit: I would suggest some coursework in English, writing skills, and/or communications. Have a good life.

I've been wondering about this ever since I first read it. Frankly, I don't know, but I suspect it's Attitude. After all, my Cock isn't huge, my ass isn't all that special. But I do walk into a fuckjoint with a gleam in my eye and a bit of a smile on my mug, despite the fact it may be too dark to notice either. Attitude, and a healthy measure of Confidence. I do know that there won't be many men that are more piggy than me, wherever I happen to be cruising Hole.

Actually, there may be a question of semantics involved here, mea culpa for missing the obvious distinction. Thanks, BootmanLA, for clearing that up. A classic "gangbang" does imply that several Tops all fuck one Hole. I overlooked that difference from an "orgy", (wherein everybody fucks/ sucks everybody) while replying. If follows that only one bottom is invited to a "gangbang", (often advertised in advance with something like "whoring out (sub's sn) on Wednesday at 7:00 pm" The obvious implication is that the sub is the only sub. Do pardon my depraved mind for not being completely accurate in the reply. Thanks also, phukhole, for your thoughts. You mention many valid reasons a sub might have for needing to cancel his appearance at a gangbang. All are valid, and completely understandable. There is one I don't quite understand though. How can a bottom that is dedicated to taking Sperm up his gut honestly be in a monogamous relationship? It seems to be the very definition of an oxymoron. An "open" relationship, sure. A "controlled" relationship (i.e. Dom/sub, wherein the D sends the s out to take loads for whatever reason), sure. But monogamous?

Thanks, TightBot7, for your kind reply. I appreciate it.

It's actually quite simple: Most Tops like gangbangs. Most Tops like to have sex in the context of an orgy. One guy asks another guy how that Hole feels ... the reply is "it's great, wanna try it"? That kind of camaraderie between Tops is commonplace in a group-sex situation. It's also one way for Tops to reinforce their confidence in their Breeding techniques. But to answer the larger question above, yes, there are more men needing TopCock than there are Tops to keep all the Holes happy. We can usually pump Sperm two or three times (or, maybe only once?) in an evening. In the context of a gangbang, Tops can get into a number of Holes, which is an important goal. Frankly, it's fun to Breed with a group of your peers. So any bottom that feels he isn't getting enough should be proactive - i.e. get your Hole to where the raw Cock is, instead of waiting for it to come to you. The Cock is already out there, despite diminished numbers compared to Holes. When bottoms don't bother to get their Holes to where the Cock is, one can't help but wonder why.

I'm hoping I have misunderstood some of the points made above, and if so I anticipate receiving some clarity. If not, some of the points made are truly heartbreaking. I would imagine it's very difficult to enter into this kind of magnificent relationship without a firm understanding of the Leather Ethic. By that, I mean a complete and thorough "negotiation" between the two (or more) prospective participants prior to entering into the relationship. Some of us are, by nature, Dominant, and some are submissive. That's according to our inborn nature, and both inclinations are equally valid, and deserve to be recognized as such. A formal Dom/sub "collaring" can only be successfully accomplished by a meeting of the minds, an agreement what will happen, what won't happen, and agreed to by all parties. In the event something isn't working as anticipated by either of the men a "time-out" (usually for a 1-time experience), or a "re-negotiation" is in order. Once that negotiation has taken place, the Dom has the wonderful, thrilling, proud responsibility to take utmost care of his sub. To see to his property's welfare in every way, and in all aspects of the sub's life (this can include financial, health-related, certainly fulfillment-related, psychologically-related issues), and every other aspect of life. Even if only for a "scene" - i.e. a one-time BD/SM sharing of the experience, the negotiation is absolutely crucial. Each participant knows with confidence what will and what won't happen. For some of us, wanton sex with many men is an important part of our lives, regardless of whether we're D or s. For submissives, being "owned", cared for, sheltered from the storms of life, as well as enjoying complete sexual submission to many men, at the direction of and under the supervision of their Dom is equally important - even crucial to their well-being*. As a Dominant Top, I can state unequivocably that there is NO greater thrill than when - after a thorough negotiation - a submissive turns himself over to my care, my sexual use. I have driven very fast cars, I've flown airplanes, I've done all kinds of things, but the experience of a sub offering himself up to my care, trusting, knowing that I will do everything there is to do to enrich his life and never do anything to hurt, disappoint, harm him in any way is the greatest "high" I've ever experienced. It can be for a day, a weekend, a month, or sometimes years, and it's simply mind-blowing and beautiful and enriching. I realize that the focus of this site lies elsewhere . We're all here because we love raw fucking; Breeding as many Holes as possible for some, taking as much Sperm up our Holes (i.e. mating with) as many Cocks as we can for some. Ownership, however, implies far more than delicious, wanton sex. Ownership requires far more than mere horniness, the instinct to control. I think that most Dominant men (sexually speaking) are unequipped for Ownership, perhaps even disinterested in the entire subject matter outlined above, and there's nothing wrong with that at all, provided they don't make promises they are unwilling or unable to keep. The foundational rule, the cornerstone of the Leather Ethic is to never, ever harm a sub (or anyone else, for that matter). Sure, "accidents" can happen, especially with newbies to The Life, but intentional harm, either actively or passively allowed to occur is counter to everything the Leather Ethic stands for. The LeatherLife is essentially a life of Service - from the Dom and the sub equally. For me, this applies to every aspect of life - it's somewhat of a belief-system - a way of structuring one's life for the better - expunging all the religious bullshit so many have have been immersed in and replacing it with simply caring for others. When this principle is understood and accepted by two men, there is an unimaginably wonderful Universe of sharing the two men can experience. Callow disregard, whatever the particular aspect of living our lives, is a sad and shameful characteristic, and ruins the uncaring one emotionally. and injures others left in his wake. I'm sorry, but the Dom is ALWAYS constrained by the terms of the negotiation, and it is not within his purview to disregard his agreements. This applies across the board to the sub as well, and any other parties that may participate. "Care, Respect, Honor" describe the very foundation upon which a successful D/s relationship is built. My apologies for going on like this, but it's just too sad to realize that a truly magnificent sub may have been mistreated so profoundly. I hope with all my heart I misunderstood the initial post. 😞 *it is entirely possible/probable that the Dom will send the sub to a trusted friend to provide sexual service. It is fairly common for Leathermen to swap their subs for a weekend with their Brothers-in-Leather. Obviously, this only happens when it's within the confines of the negotiation, and the recepient of the Dom's largess is a well-known and trusted friend. Even then, phone contact between the Dom and his sub is required.

One more thing: If you stand around for a while (excellent suggestion above), and sniff the wind, get your bearings, etc, once you start taking Cocks up your gut make sure it's in the middle of the pile of rutting men. The more visible to other men, the better. That way, other Cocks will notice your wet Hole, and get all the harder to Breed in yours.

Per the monthly denial (or whatever this thread is about) - it is also simply inconceivable that I could go for 30 days without Breeding Hole. My balls would be hanging to my knees if I even tried to avoid Breeding Holes for a month - which effort, may I point out, has not, and won't happen until I'm shipped off to the toaster oven. Short of civilization ending, a comet blowing up the Earth, or the previous Pimp-in-Chief returning (which would be all of the previous calamaties and worse), I have, and will continue, to fuck every man's Hole that I can. Let's have Hole-vember and Sperm-cember instead. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm