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So the fuck do I .... it's just not sex until one guy pumps his load up another guy's gut or down his throat. I simply won't participate in the cuddle-buddy stuff. Perennial Foreplay is fine if that's what some guys want - but it's nothing compared to a good fuck in my book. To the OP though, I've tried Viagra before, and didn't experience what some of the guys above did. I didn't get a headache or some other bothersome result. Usually when I head out, I take half a pill in my pocket, more as a "just in case" thing. Years ago someone gave me a Cialis pill, which did absolutely nothing ....

The CumUnion events I remember were full-on, total mass orgies .... every guy fucking every other guy .... That was a few years ago, before I moved - but what's happened to CumUnion ?

I don't know anything at all about AI - but I could tell that some of the first images in this thread weren't "real"; they looked more like talented some talented artist's sketches. Some of the later ones though (other than the impossibly gigantic Cock, like the one of the john-attendant above), everything else fooled me. In that "photo", the stuff on the counter, the reflections in the mirror, the grout-lines in the tile floor, everything about the guy (except that impossibly huge Cock) fooled me completely. How do you guys tell the difference, when there's not some outlandishly oversized thing in the fake photo ??? I don't get it ...........

Wellllllll .... I reckon that's one way to tell us you need to exercise that tongue (which I covet with all my Lusts ...) 😁

Really .... for chrissake ..... is that the best you've got ???

I enjoy a guy with self-confidence, self-knowledge. Not a pushover, certainly not a domineering guy either. Just a regular guy that loves raw Cock up his gut ...

Welcome, and thanks for the introduction, LoadedDenverBoy ... Sounds like you're already well on your way to living a fulfilling sex life; we look forward to hearing more from you.

Same here ... it's thicker than many, but the last thing from a "Porn-Cock". And, even after all these years, I have yet to hear any disparaging comments. If there were some, at least the speaker had the manners not to let me hear about it. I've heard plenty of eager comments about girth, though - and they always know when I'm in em. That said, there are plenty upon plenty of guys that I've left sweat-soaked as well as Sperm-soaked when we're through. We have what we have, and no amount of wishing this or that will change it, so make the very best use of what's there and be happy for each and every time you do.

EVERY guy knows exactly what you mean 😉

If I'm waiting in line, and the guy in front of me shoots in the Hole quickly, great. If he takes too long though, and I see some other bottom close by with an empty Hole, I'll definitely rut in the other guy for a while. I can't say I'm all that concerned about which Hole I Breed in ... all of them deserve as many loads as they can get.

That's not something I never felt "called upon" to do. When guys meet in a bar, tubs, whatever, the assumption is they're there for sex with other guys. All it takes is copping a feel to lay down the parameters of who's gonna fuck who, and how. We don't need to make other guy's feel "less-than" because they haven't arrived at the same decisions we have. Some guys just take longer to get to where they need to be (and some never do manage). To the OP though, I suppose it depends on where the two guys meet. If it's online, it's easy for one to disappear if every little detail isn't exactly what they think they want. No guy can be blamed for arriving at, and sticking to their limits. When each guy's limits aren't in sync, better to just say something like 'thanks anyway' and move on. We need to respect each other enough to accept the other guy's limits, and when that's in conflict with what we're prowling for, just say something vague-yet-acceptable, and keep prowling for "the real deal'.

^ This. When one half of a partnership has to be away, on business, whatever - of course he'd want his other half to get as much action as possible. Why on earth wouldn't he? The 'away' partner knows he's secure in the relationship, and wants his other half to enjoy as much raw sex as he can get. More, of course he'd enjoy "sharing' the action - even if it's from a thousand miles away. The only potential "problem" might be when (prior to the trip one of the guys has to take) they "promise" not to fuck/get fucked. It's possessive, it's limiting, it's unproductive, and if they have made promises to each other neither intend to keep, why bother in the first place? When my other half had to go downtown for a meeting, whatever, or I had to, we both knew about how long that business meeting would take. When an hour or two after it should have ended, and the half that had to go wasn't home yet, each of us knew exactly what was going on. If he had to go, and was late, I knew perfectly well he was sucking off Cocks in some fuckjoint. If I had to go to the meeting and was late, he knew perfectly well I was porking some Holes somewhere. Often (but usually him) he would pick up some guy and him home to enjoy together. Once, I brought two back home - one Latino that I wanted and a skinny blonde boy for him. When that's a mutually agreed-upon "given", it's perfectly fine (and hottttttt).

Call it whatever you like .... you're still a First Class Pig, no matter how you slice it .... Kudos !!!

I have an appropriate response some of you guys may want to consider. I don't mean it should be delivered in a rude manner at all; merely in a polite, "matter-of-fact" way. Nothing insulting - merely an exchange of crucial information: the Top: I only fuck with a condom. you: Oh. Well, I have some dildos/butt plugs/ toys at home ..... If I wanted something like that, I wouldn't be in this joint taking loads from hard, raw Cocks. Thanks anyway ....

How very refreshing .... and quite unlike what passes for "freedom of religion" around here these days.

Well ......... maybe what "Christianity" has morphed into over these past two millennia. Hardly recognizable these days.

Reminds me of Ethyl Waters songs (like 'Come up and see me sometime') back before Billy Graham came along and "saved" her. After that, all she sang was His Eye is on the Sparrow, dammittall .... better than Jesus keep me Near the Cross, but .....

To that silly question a lot of guys hear (are you "clean"?), let's simply establish a "canned" answer given to any guy that allows that question past his lips. I nominate the following reply: "Sure - I showered just before heading out: how about you"? More, that removes from the other guy's intended and insulting connotation of danger (that he's already hunting, btw) any reprieve of the obtuse question, and automatically places him on the "questionable" list - not who he asked the question of. For guys that use the fuckapps, and thus have profiles, it can be included in the profile itself, thus obviating the question in the first place in all but the most dull prospective hookups.

Same here ... and I can type like the wind (but, to be fair, I was in the wordsmithing business for many years), and I use the index-finger "find-ems" constantly. Obviously, I have to go back and read the content to avoid awkwardisms, but that's no big burden. I thought everyone typed this way ..... it's so much easier, and more productive.

Well, if there actually are guys that keep count, I would find that impressive. Most of us that have been around for a while, stopped actually counting (if we ever began in the first place) a long time ago. When all is said and done, it doesn't boil down to the number of Holes seeded, or Cocks/loads taken, it all boils down to if/when we conquered our cultural/religious fears, and became the men we were born to become. That's the only thing that actually counts. One of the Bach Cantata's is entitled Furchte Dich Nicht* - in B-flat, which translates as "Be Not Afraid". It's bold, a bit "in-your-face", and emblematic of a positive roadmap to living a rich, full life. It's an inspiring thing to keep in one's mind, if you happen to be a musician. If you're musically appreciative, Google it (sung in English, or whatever language you need) and see if it resonates with you too. The only thing to be afraid of, is our own weaknesses. Numbers, in and of themselves, don't really count; it's the behavior that really counts. *there's an umlaut over the "u" - but I don't know how to type umlauts.

OBVIOUSLY. While I can't say I've heard that question since moving to Ft. L., it seems to me a totally dull, stupid, insipid question to ask in that kind of place. The time and place to ask questions (of ones self) is past, once a guy heads out to a fuckjoint. There are steps to take to enhance their chances of staying negative (while only a shower can make one "clean"), and if some guy can't be bothered to take those steps, don't ask me to be their nanny. Since I take steps to prevent serious infection, I have no inhibitions about answering dullness; there's really no point. Precisely. Just getting up in the morning is a "risk" in some way. I pick up one of the lesser bugs occasionally, and that's simply the price to be paid for living the Life I need to live. I don't blame any guy for passing some std on to me - there's simply no blame to be passed on. It's completely illogical to "blame" some other guy.

While I don't think I'm generally all that cynical, I can't help but wonder what is going to happen ... harboring false hope is maybe the next-worst thing.

LOL ..... have you considered getting a new keyboard ??? These electronic doo-dads we all depend on only last sooooo long !!!!!!! 🤣

Welcome, to BZ, Benni. Hope you enjoy the hell out of your visit to Sin City of the Midwest !!! We'll be waiting for your recounting of the excesses you enjoyed.

So, this was Pride weekend here in Ft. L. Went over to RR for a beer, and at least they're showing videos of raw sex again. But, it was (sexually) dull, so I left, and before I got home, noticed some action down on the E side of the used furniture store on the corner. Figured there was nothing to lose, so I went too, and the small "alleyway" behind the store was full of pigs. Wriggled my way in, and there was a pair of guys - (apparently boyfriends?) back there with one of them taking loads and the other standing next to him, encouraging him, briefly sucking Cocks waiting in line. It seemed that the bottom was starting to get tired, ready to call it quits - but the boyfriend said wait - there's one more you need to take - which happened to be my Cock. The bottom turned around, and he was about the last thing that I normally find attractive - looked just like me when I was (much) younger. But, he had a sweet bubble-butt - and I smiled at his boyfriend - and knelt down in the mud to eat that perky Hole. That kid must have been back there taking loads for an hour - maybe more - his Hole was so full of loads the Sperm poured out the moment my tongue touched it. The boyfriend gasped - the bottom sighed this ethereal groan, and it was just First Class. When I stood up to fuck the kid, my Cock displaced quite a bit of Sperm, which soaked into my shorts/ t-shirt. The boyfriend knelt down, trying to get his mouth in there too, so I pulled out so he could get a taste of all the loads. And all of a sudden the bottom pulled up his pants and said "lets go". I don't know what happened - maybe some prior agreement was broached, maybe his Hole was sore by then, I have no idea. So, I put myself back together, and went over to Slammer, as usual. Now that all the snowbirds have flown back north, it wasn't as jam-packed as it is in the winter months, but there were plenty of pigs there. Rutted in some Holes in the large orgy room, and that was great - but didn't drop a load in there either. Went to the darkroom, and there was one guy in there, easily 250+ lbs. There wasn't a chance in hell I could get even close to his Hole with those enormous cheeks guarding the Hole. I've never seen the darkroom so empty. After walking around a while, sniffing out where the best action was, I wound up on the elevated platform by the fireplace, watched the fuckflix for a little while. There are always a lot of guys walking back and forth on the floor-level, and one stopped and groped me through the railing. Said 'I want that'. So I said, come up here and get it. And the guy did. And I gave it to him, with guys watching, jacking on all sides, some guys sucking Cocks next to me, some getting fucked, some on the floor below, some sucking Cocks, some taking Cocks up the ass. Point: Sometimes, all it takes is one committed Pig to start in, and presto - others start in too.