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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

Every month? If you mean that you're kept under lock & key all the time, that makes perfect sense, considering your value. Prized possessions should always be protected from any kind of deleterious events or acts. Surely you can't mean kept under lock and key and not used very, very regularly? That would be inconceivable ...

So, I went over to my favorite fuckjoint last night, as usual. Crowd was lighter than usual, probably due to the cold snap here in South FL. It was only 64 whole degrees here (do ya think the temperature gods could afford so many degrees???), and while there are cold fronts occasionally, not usually this early. So, not up (or would that be "down"?) to the normal pig-standards. Being on the slim side all my life, I was just too cold to hang around all that long. Only rutted in a few Holes, pumped it up one and left. Hoping to make it up next weekend (we have two Pride celebrations here, one in the traditional month of June, but it's often very hot weather, so we have another in the cooler months too). Sexual libertine-ism reigns supreme twice a year !!! 🤪 Never-the-less, it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

LOL ... Years ago there was a "library-cum-fuckjoint" in the 400 block of N. Clark St called the Machine Shop, kiddie-corner from the Gold Coast. Smallish, shot-gun style storefront. In front was a small area where you had to buy tokens to feed those old movie machines, the back part had - oh - maybe a dozen booths with (what passed for back then) gay porn. The glory holes were so huge, you could be in booth #1, and look through to booth #12. In several, you could actually step through the glory "hole" into the next booth. Obviously, privacy was not the intended attraction. This is why these heavenly holes in the wall are called GLORY holes <filthy grin> Then, as now - it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

On Halloween. So in Ft.L., Halloween is very much celebrated. Wilton Manors Drive is closed to cars, and since covid wrecked it in the recent past, everyone was out H'ween night. I've never seen it so jammed - literally thousands of guys in every conceivable kind of costume, etc, etc, etc. Fun all the way around. It turns out that fairly recently, a new Eagle opened up on the Drive, (yes, I'd been there before), I'd taken a nice nap in the afternoon, and thought this would be an appropriate night to give it another go. I must point out that I take the Hides - what they represent - rather seriously, and they are the last thing from a "costume". Rather, they're a reflection of what's in the man's mind, his heart. That said, and given the fun previously at the Eagle, I chose "street" gear, as opposed to Full Dress, and walked over to the Drive, had a few beers, a good time, saw guys I knew, blah blah blah. When I finally got further up the Drive, hit the Eagle. It was full, so I had another beer just to gauge the room. I saw a guy I knew from the dog park who has done porn. Good-looking, sunny personality, muscular, plenty of body hair, all of that - but he always took wrapped Cock in the videos he made. It may have been some time ago, not sure when he stopped making vids. In any case, his previous habit has gone the way of all flesh now, and I found that part very interesting !! There's half the bar for men in Leather, the other half is mostly jeans/no shirts - which is where this guy was taking loads. So, I sniffed around the Leather side of the bar, had a little fun, but worked my way over to the other side too. Biding my time, mostly unrecognizable under the mutze and dim lighting, I managed to squirm my way right up to his wet Hole, and - duh - I sucked that Spermed Up Hole like it was Honey from Heaven. I think he was fairly drunk, and he loved getting that hairy Hole tongue-reamed as much as I loved doing it. Filthy talk seems to turn my crank even harder, and when he said the magic words (you have to guess?) I stood up and shoved it to his hot Hole. Unfortunately, it was a little bit too exciting for me - I don't think he ever really looked, and I'm sure he didn't know (or care?) if he knew who's Cock it was - and pumped him full all over again. I know a number of guys at the dog park who would love to hear about this - but I can't bring myself to tell. It just wouldn't be fair, if he's still pretending to be "wholesome", hiding that he's matured to "Holesome" now. But it was a lot of fun to Breed in that Hole. The kids can keep their candy and rot their teeth - I got some real candy on Halloween night !!! It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

LOL ... compositional genius at work here ..... and the above would be the Crowning Touch !!!

One adage that may help you, is to always ask yourself "If X is true, then why is it true"? Reflecting on that question, and answering it to yourself truthfully can help you cull out the cultural bs that so many of us are raised with. Since jag ar fod i Sverige, I know what "ficken" means, and the "bi" and the "ny "preceding it as well. The "ny" may be appropriate, but ask yourself how true the "bi" part is. Cultural pressure - particularly Scandinavian pressure - can be totally crushing if you allow it. When conformity is the cultural goal - and it surely is that in your neck of the woods - only being completely honest in your own reflection can free you from the "hump". I managed to come out the other side of the cultural/religious "hump", and you can too - with some honest reflection on what you want from life. When others ask us questions we don't want to answer, it's relatively easy to learn the art of the "parry". When we ask ourselves questions, and try to parry, we're only fooling ourselves. Best of luck in your quest, and please forgive the "gamla bund Svenska" - it's all I know.

Well, I thought I'd heard (or read) it all by now. Obviously I haven't. Never have I heard so much as a whisper about any parallels between nose & Cock size. I couldn't care less about nose size, since I don't suck off noses. I don't fuck nostrils either. I have heard that size 12 stompers indicate a substantial Cock, I have heard that a squarish shape to the hands indicate the same, but when all is said and done, none of it's worth the time it takes to tell about it, since we don't fuck feet or hands (unless, obviously, the hand is our own). It's not all about noses or nostrils or hands or whatever - it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm.

re-suppress all the citizens of this country that have some measure of care for their fellow citizens, they will come for all of us, including the cretinous instigator. This kid mistakes "hate" for EDUCATION. We do not get to make up "facts". No matter how intellectually limited, facts are facts, whether some choose to remain hatefully ignorant of them.

I rather suspect that the ignoramus from across the pond is very poorly educated in the Humanities. Once the retardliKans re-suppress the non-Caucasian CITIZENS

Sounds like that to me too, except both the groups you mention don't have anywhere near the imagination to cum up with the idea. The clergy are too busy fussing over their long dresses and ruby slippers, and the politicians are waaaaaay too busy bending over for Corporate Dick Dough up their greedy, sodden ratty useless straight Holes.