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This is quite true. Given that I am intensely political, and find it difficult to forgive stupidity, there was a neighbor in the next block that repelled me to the enth degree. I didn't like anything about him. Braying, loudmouthed, uncouth, ill-mannered, entitlement all wrapped up on one asshole (no, I don't mean that asshole) and he seemed to like offending others. But. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on. It wasn't quite physical attraction, but he was decent looking. It wasn't any kind of rapprochement - the dislike was definitely mutual. Then, one off-night, I was over at RR, and saw him getting fucked over by the pool table - and my Cock almost tore itself out of my jeans when I meandered over there. Of course I fucked him - breathed in his scent - and despite everything, fucked him full. I'm not sure he even knew it was me, but it was deeply satisfying, and I'd do it again.

I think you're addressing so-called "Alpha Tops", in that there are many Tops that achieve their self-awareness through domination of others in many aspects of their lives. As you mention, in business, sports, etc would be the most common, but these men share that quality with straight men as well. It's more of an inclination to dominate in any circumstance which translates easily to sexual domination. The "I win, you lose" trait thrives across the entire plane of human beings. In the gay sexual sense, I don't think these men are in the majority. Often, Alphas find their best cadre of potential sex partners within the Leather scene. These men wouldn't view the "power exchange" as much more than in a "you give - I take" sense, and thus are a minority within a minority. That said, there's room for every guy in our sexual lives, and more power to them (with the usual required honesty, etc.). For myself, I take a Cock up my gut rarely, and then only within the context of the "sharing" facet of sex. I can't think of even one instance when I've been in a backroom/fuckjoint/public setting and let a Cock fuck me without my Cock being in a bottom at the same time, and then only if it's relatively modest in size. It's when I've reached that point mentally - when I'm celebrating my Lusts - conjoined with the greater, vast collection of men devoted to their Lusts. There is one current exception, that being a fuckbuddy that I like very much, lives a short distance away, and views his own Lust through pretty much the same prism as I do. Sometimes he comes over, and we fuck each other (and he, like me, is not swinging a "porncock"). Sometimes he brings a trick. Sometimes he comes over here, and I have a Hole for he and I to Breed together. Rather occasionally we hit the fuckjoint together. He's not an Alpha, and neither am I. In those instances, I let him fuck me not because I love - or even like - to get fucked, but rather in the sense of sharing myself with him, and enjoying him doing the same. More like two guys that love the same "connection", and enjoy sharing it with each other, as opposed to which guy is going to dominate the other. I hope you get some better answers from some *real* Alphas.

Both of the above responses from ErosWired and John54476 are perfect illustrations of why I ditched the online cruising apps some time ago. I realize that not every guy lives close to a fuckjoint/tubs/bar with backroom/ etc., and thus feels trapped into relying on the unreliable. Which is why, when I had no more reason to stay in the Midwest (passing of friends, family, life-partner), I spent some time sniffing out the kinds of places I could live my life and live my Lusts. I'd heard lots of good things about a number of places, and decided on Ft.L. Now, there's a pigpen close by, and anytime I want to wallow, it's a 10 minute drive away, and the guys I want to share my Lusts with are already there. No online bullshit - they're all there, ready and waiting. There's also a rather nice tubs with all the accoutrements for a man like me, and while I've never been a fan of the "terry-towel-twist", it's there and I can go if I want to. There are also gay guesthouses with no rules about fucking other guests; some offer "day-passes", so guys like me can go over to - oh - Inn Leather, for example, and make a day of it. I also realize that most men can't simply pull up stakes and move. Weighing the requirements that seem to pile up in our lives can be burdensome, but I would recommend to everyone doing what planning you can in advance, and when you're free of responsibilities elsewhere, find somewhere else to live in *real* Freedom. Planning in advance will allow you to jump when the opportunity presents itself.

I remember, and my apologies for not digging it out earlier. Mine is similar to your second-pictured one, except it has a pistol grip expansion with a faceted, curved ratchet-like device to keep it at the desired stretch. One squeeze on the handle, and it opens up one "click" more. Sort of like an old fashioned oil or grease gun. I must have bought it at IML many years ago. Not every bottom likes the idea, and I've never forced it on a guy (obviously). Since I seldom fist a hole, and since I'm not swinging a huge Cock, it's never really been used all that much, and I'm not all that interested in beginners.

Thanks for the reply. I think that - for once - you may have missed one possible quotient of the scene. Yes, in many cases, the delight of exercising mental as well as physical control is the singular goal. However, it is also the case that the Dom may very well want to "get inside the head" of the sub, so as to enable the Dom to deliver the best possible experience. Some of that is taken care of via the negotiation of course, but when there's some level of attraction in addition to the merely sexual one, it would hardly be out of character for the Dom to want the sub to enjoy an especially magnificent experience. True, some Doms are walking, talking, predatory Cocks. But not all. The "exchange", by definition, cannot be only one-sided, and be complete.

Same here ... Jr. High ... was humping the mattress, enjoying the sensation when I shot my first load. Thought I was going to piss in the bed and was horrified, until this white stuff shot out. Had absolutely no idea what it was - but started fucking that mattress every night with kleenex close at hand. A couple of years (!) later, my dad took me down to the YMCA for a Father/son group address on the "birds and the bees". Lots were classmates in one class or another - and we all laughed at school after that, pretending we'd known all along. Stupid kids ... too bad there wasn't one word in that group-class about sex with boys ...

Well done. There are few things more irritating than a group-scene with beginners making ill-conceived, ignorant, irrelevant comments. Guys, there are very specific expectations within the Leather Community during a group scene. Don't simply assume that what you see is actually what is happening. Learn a little something about the Leather Ethic before you attend. If you don't find anything of value within the LeatherLife, then go to some other venue to get off.

Well, bars come, bars go ... Speaking of which, I'll bet you're "chicken" to me, phukhole: I remember when GC was out on Lincoln Ave, close to Male Hide Leathers. And, across the street was AA Meat Market - the second floor of which was a delicious den of depravity. If I'm not mistaken, LD relocated years ago, and I don't recall if it ever got it's filthy reputation back. Cell Block used to have that huge backroom with the elevated gallery on the N side of the room. I've been asking guys I'm still in contact with back in Chgo what the name of that bar downtown was - pn Lake St - with the "breeding station" on the mezzanine - no dice so far though. I loved being a breeder in Chicago - but I love the warm weather of FL even more.

Try Arvo Part, contemporary Estonian composer (umlaut over the "a", rendering pronunciation as "Pehrt") ... Mirror in a Mirror can be mesmerizing ...

Never. Ever. If a guy is pumping poz, there are tons of guys that say they want it. If a guys says he doesn't, have the honesty to move on to the next guy.

1. Quit going to church with the family a lot earlier. 2. Start fucking boys in high school. Unfortunately, I didn't start fucking boys until undergrad. At least I knew instinctively not to get married, like so many of the guys in my h.s. class did. Who was I fucking in h.s., you ask? Pushy, soft, lumpy, shapeless, smooth, self-centered "you-know-whats". Hard to believe, but at the time I didn't even know guys could have sex together. Thank you Religious Indoctrination.

Or, for that matter, a second glance. Maybe they should take up knitting? At least they'd have something to show for it - like doilies under their vases of roses from all their religiously-motivated admirers .....

No reason to apologize - the longer these threads run, the more they sometimes seem to wander off. Actually, never anything overt. I think that guys that harbor "racist" feelings (and that's what they are - merely feelings, usually taught by generations of forebears) are essentially ashamed of those feelings, and sublimate them while in a sauna, backroom, fuckjoint, The most likely realize instinctively that they have some intellectual work to do, which would allow them to arrive at a more reasoned point of view. Most guys just don't give a rats ass about religiosity anymore.

Well said, Colonel !!! Definitely a crucial part of a successful night at the fuckjoint - at least for me.

Thanks, Brianbttm & BBncguysx: Well, we live, we learn ... I had no inkling that some compu-doo-dad like that counting device existed. I suppose one of these days, some actual living, winking, hungry Hole will jump outta the phone / computer for us to Breed in ... but I'll still hit the fuckjoints, even if it does become anachronistic. 😲

I happen to think that using/not using condoms is a personal choice. It's up to each individual guy to 1) determine what his risk-level is, 2) decide how to react to that determination, and 3) regulate his sexual behavior accordingly. Period.

Some of these responses are amazing. Do some of you guys actually keep track of the actual numbers? Keep a record of each time you take a load?

I surely don't understand the closeness twins feel, but I did witness it as a kid. There was a large family across the alley, and two of them were identical twin boys. Occasionally one or the other would come over with other kids to play in the yard (I was maybe 10 at the time?). I never knew which one it was by name, unless they both happened to be over and I heard them talking to each other. Usually though, as I recall, it was only one at a time. So I clearly remember that once a number of us we playing "you're it" or whatever - and the twin that was there suddenly stopped dead-still, kind of a distant look about him - and he just said "I gotta go", and ran off. I later found out that his twin brother had fallen down and hurt himself (not seriously) somewhere else, and the twin playing in my back yard sensed it somehow. I don't remember much more, but when I found out the brother had hurt himself, and his twin "knew", "sensed" something was wrong and went to find his brother to help, it was startling. I know it sounds crazy, but this actually happened. That family moved away at some point (the only other thing I remember about them was their old Willys) but that event is crystal clear in my memory. What a treasure to be so connected with a loved one.

Yep - he actually had the balls to say that right to my face.

Usually average breeding in a couple of holes every Fri & Sat nights at my favorite fuckjoint. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but that would be a fairly accurate guess. That, plus having a fb over, or going to his place might add up to 20 something. That would add up to somewhere around 125. Can't say I keep track of the numbers though; all I care is that I get Hole regularly.

Fodd i Skarbocka, Ostergotland, Sverige (don't know how to type umlauts). Bara en bondpojke. Bor i FL, USA.

100%. 0%

9 out of 10. If asked by the moderator, I'll mention which one is too vague for relevance (imo).

Addendum: Before anyone hollers judgemental stuff at me, let me be perfectly clear: I don't judge others for the choices they make. I get to make mine, others get to make theirs. Personally, I've seen too many guys lose everything to drug use to be interested in that habit. A few months ago, a very nice, cute, horny kid in the next block hung himself, strung out on meth. I lent him garden tools, helped him fix his car, and never let it get any farther than that despite his best efforts. I never said one word to him about using, because it's none of my business. One of my best buddies years ago had the world on a string, and lost everything - wound up homeless. I did warn him when I saw what was happening, and that was the last time I ever said anything to anyone about using.

There were two, each equally unfortunate, but in different ways: 1. This was when I was still using cruise apps, years ago. A youngish guy, said he was all bottom, decent-looking, had been hitting on me for a while. He didn't really pull my chain, and I always had "something else to do". So finally one day, I said ok - and he came over, we went to the slingroom whereupon he pulled out a very modest dick and almost commanded me to suck it !!! Well, that's just about the very last way to generate any interest on my part. I said no, now get those shorts off and get in the sling. The guy looked kind of surprised that I didn't cave-upon-demand, but he got into the sling anyway. So, the required pre-fuck sniff-test didn't quite work out. He protested, blah blah blah, so I said he could go to the john and finish his work. Can't remember how long it was, but a substantial amount of time passed, and finally I went down the hall towards the bathroom. He heard me coming, and hollered (this I remember very clearly) "don't come in here". Same commanding tone, which I found even more off-pissing than the first time this little prick said it. Of course, I opened the bathroom door, and he was in the tub, half full of water, surrounded by floating turds. The stupid wanna-be tough guy didn't even know how to use the hose !!! I told him to get out of my house, and it damn well better be now. Grabbed all the towels (I have nice linens), and threw him one of the dog-towels. Went back to the slingroom, grabbed his clothes and threw them on the bathroom floor. The haughty little prick left very shortly after that. And, of course I had to clean up after him. I could almost hurl just typing this ..... 2. Also years ago, an Oriental guy hit me up, and I already had one of my buddies over to cruise (online, natch) with. This was the buddy that sometimes brought over these little cameras so he could broadcast the goings-on to some website - maybe one of the apps? So eventually the doorbell rings, and this really cute boy is there, along with a fairly large gym bag. As I began to salivate on my t-shirt, brought him upstairs to the slingroom, introduced him to my buddy, blah blah blah. The kid starts sucking our Cocks, and he was really good at sucking Cock. My buddie's phone started making little noises, so I figured other guys had tuned in, were watching, and we might get some more guys over. Then, when the kid had sucked our Cocks for a little while, messed with his phone, he opens the gym bag, and out comes a rubber hose to tie onto his arm, needles, and the drugs. Now. In every profile I ever made for those cruise sites, I made it perfectly clear that I was not interested in drugs, and they were definitely not welcome in my home. Unmistakable. Yet, out came the paraphernalia, and I told him to just take his shit and go. By this time, several guys had contacted my buddy (maybe assuming there were drugs for them too?), the phone was clattering away, the kid had packed up all his junk, and I led him downstairs. I remember saying that my profile clearly stated "no drugs", and he actually said back to me, "I didn't think you meant it" !!! Why the fuck would I have put it in the profile if I didn't mean it? Christ on a cracker - that really pissed me off. These, and a number of other less egregious experiences were why I finally ditched the whole online-cruising apps. From then on, I hit the fuckjoints in-the-flesh and to hell with the bullshitters, addicts, idiots, flooding the cruise sites.