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Thanks so much for sharing the terrible experiences you went though. The only ray of light is that you did what so many of is did: you started to resist the complacency and demanded Action from the powers that were. The President (at that time), a former B actor in Hollywood never even let the then-current descriptor pass his lips. It took countless hours, as you describe, on the part of many gay men to summon forth the activism that finally broke through. You did everything you could possibly do and more, and for that every single one of us is grateful beyond words to express. Take heart though; while progress may seem glacial, we're able to put those horrors in a mental drawer, and keep that drawer mostly closed. Best of luck, and thanks for sharing your experiences.

To the OP's photo, it looks like "slack" has a different connotation in the UK. I'd call that Hole fukkin perfect !!!

I know that most guys can't just uproot their lives and move to someplace where wanton raw sex is more available, more backrooms, fuckjoints. It's a real shame that all the lovely Lusts can't be fulfilled regularly; here's hoping that one fine day every guy can get all he needs.

Absolutely. It scared everyone like nothing before or since. Before, everyone fucked everyone, at the drop of a hat. When guys started dying it was like Armageddon was upon us. No guy that went through those days and came out the other side alive will ever forget. One guy just laid down in our driveway and died - not the sort of thing one just sluffs off. Guys that were already "out" didn't go back in the closet; everyone we knew just stopped fucking altogether. We supported each other, went to countless "Celebrations of Life", and then started to Act Up. Demonstrations shut down LaSalle St* many times, until the rest of the world started contracting the virus too. But it took a long time for the wanton sex to return to anything close to what it was before. What hiv didn't do, however, what change who and what we were/are. It just forced a pause in the magnificent pigsex we all loved, until treatments began to surface. Some guys made it through - like muscmtl above - and thank Whatever he did. Most of us were scared shitless. *Financial district in Chicago

Chances are universally poor ....

I'm mix-machs about it. Concentrated nip-play doesn't do much for me, but I do like to brush my hands over them while fucking ... they're sort of like mini Cocks that just don't pump loads ...

That's for sure !!! Yes, it's a lot easier these days to just hit the fuckjoints and get down to it, but if there's a downside to the fuckjoints, it that the edginess is missing. Every guy is doing every other guy - which is great, I'm not complaining - but that whiff of celebrating the "forbidden" has been replaced by the thrill of every guy, dozens and dozens and dozens of them, celebrating their Lusts, fucking/getting fucked by every other guy. It's still really special, just in a different way.

Lots of guys think loose, cum-sloppy Holes are the very definition of "sexy". Makes it all the easier for dp too. I wouldn't give it any more thought: your Hole is perfect just the way it already is. I'll bet there are guys reading your post right this second with a hard Cock in their hand ...

Thank Whatever ...... 😉

We had an office in LA, and always made a side-trip to SanFran when there was area staff meeting out there. San Fran was magical - almost too much to take in. There was so much of everything - like a triple smorgasbord of every facet of our queer lives .... I think Gay San Fran just burned itself out from the sexual heat of it all ... sort of like too much of a fantastic thing. Of course, hiv ripped things apart too, and maybe the magic in the air just never recovered .... I don't know .... but I'm damn glad I got to experience some of it.

I suggest you try playing checkers or gin rummy or old maid or any other kind of *actuall* game. Just tell the guy what you want, and he'll either fuck you or he won't. Much simpler, right? Good luck ....

Really? Well, I'm not. I've heard of the Fox News channel, but when I bought the televisions, I had the technicians operate on it before I took delivery: neither of my tv's will even go to Fox (unless there's a good game on ... ). As to the rest of your post, my only reaction is I'm sorry I bothered. Good luck to you too.

Interesting thread .... I can't say I remember ever been really angry in a sexual context. For Leathersex (Bd/Sm scenes, I always did a negotiation well in advance, per the protocols. I don't mind eager subs, but I don't like pushy ones. Still, in the common definition of "angry", I can't remember being really pissed off at a bottom. Disappointed maybe, but not really angry.

Interesting how old threads resurface occasionally. I'm a 6, in that I never used rubbers. I did go monogamous during the health crises - nothing at all but my life-partner's Hole for a few years. As treatments became available, we started to resume our previous practices, little by little. Got on PrEP as soon as it surfaced - and felt protected enough to re-ignite the fires of Lust again. It was really easy, and I'm still alive, Breeding Holes, and sexually healthy.

Well !!! I'm impressed, rock-cock-jock !!! You know a lot more about the "mechanics" of it than I ever did. Thanks for the interesting response.

It IS fun ... and one way to make sure there are always DD's around is to never ever waste a load. Keep a couple of pony glasses around in any room you're likely to have sex in, or wherever you like to jack out a load. Tell your fb's to save their loads too. Sperm is precious - it should never be wasted. Some of us have discussed this in detail in an earlier thread: how to store it, keep it fresh, use it when the time cums, etc.

How about starting at the beginning: In a sexual context, the word "cheating" means that one partner in a relationship a) promises, affirms, whatever, that he will remain "faithful" to the other partner, but b) doesn't follow through on that promise, knowing that he'll have sex with other men, and is therefore "cheating" on his partner. The best way to alleviate this issue, is for both participants in the relationship to remove that "promise", knowing they'll have sex with other men. They can promise to love each other, take care of each other, share everything (or not), all kinds of issues that relationships need to be founded upon. If a guy has "promised" not to cheat, thinking that his would-be "partner" will never know, he's not only damaging the relationship needlessly, he's demeaning himself with the lie. Why go through that whole mess in the first place? When each guy promises only what he knows he'll carry through on, a great relationship can be built. When false promises are made in the first place, why even bother with the lies? Be buddies, be friends, and be honest. Just be *real* first with one's self, and then with the other guy.

After a bit of a medically-necessary hiatus, I got the welcum news that I'm good to go. I was kinda wondering why I'd get applause just walking down the street .... apparently they all knew something I didn't - until the doc's office called. So, went over to Ramrod for a beer last night, before heading over to Slammer. It was door-nail dead. Drove over to Slammer, and I'd never seen the West parking lot so empty. If I get over there later than 10:15/10:30, usually the parking lots are full. Of course I immediately suspected the worst - but once I got inside it was fantastic all over again. It wasn't jammed - but it seemed like every single guy there was a qualified, degreed graduate of Pig U. I always hit the darkroom first, but it was so jammed I couldn't even get in. So, I wandered around for a while. The orgy room was even darker than before - which only poured gas on the burning Lusts of the men packed in there; couldn't get into the orgy room either. The elevated blowjob platform was pretty full, so I went up there, and fed it to what is certainly one of the very best Cocksuckers I've experienced in recent memory; apparently his mouth cavity is naturally large and deep, and I could have easily Bred his magnificent throat, but that's not my main focus. The kid begged, so I told him that sure - I'd catch him a little later - and tried the darkroom again. This time I was able to get in there ... just. The same bottom that's always there was in his same place, taking a load. I happen to like hands, mouths - adding the tactile component to the blackness - not seen, only felt, and I like to return the favor. Finally the Cock in my usual "first-of-the-night" bottom pumped him full, and withdrew, so I had my chance, got down and started mouthing that well-fucked Hole. He'd obviously been taking loads for a while, and it was far, far better than poppers ever dreamed of being. Stood up, unbuttoned the jeans and started getting my Cock into his Hole. He turned his head and said "where have you been?". It's nice to be remembered. The darkroom was jammed, guys squeezing in behind me, and I was focused on doing what I must - and I didn't notice that someone had reached around and unbuckled my belt. The 501's aren't terribly tight, but they're not loose either, and suddenly I felt a hand slipped down my jeans, feeling up my ass. That was a surprise, but it felt good too - and I continued rutting in that lovely Hole. Now. I don't think any guy would look twice at my ass, which is fine with me, but in that pitch-blackness, the visual sense is removed, leaving only the aural, olfactory, and physical touching to communicate/share our Lusts. Never-the-less, I felt a Cock against my ass as I was rutting in my favorite BreedHole, and to my complete surprise, it felt kinda good. This, while other guy's hands were feeling my/other guys chests, arms, bellies, Cocks, back, and I was feeling up theirs - guys whispering Breedtalk in my ear ... it was more fun than it usually is. No, he didn't fuck me - but some other guy had bent down and was licking his Cock, my ass, and combined with all the other tactile pleasures, I couldn't hold back - pumped that bottoms Hole full. I couldn't see, but I think it was two guys that then started eating the bottom's Hole, but there were arms, mouths, heads, Cocks everywhere. It was one of the best times in quite a while. Point: The number of guys there don't really matter - what matters is the Pig Quotient of the guys that are.

I think you're exaggerating a little bit. Homes are still insurable, but it true that the costs are becoming burdensome, but there are ways to limit the costs too. The other issues you allude to are political in nature, and either the voters will address them or they won't. Yes, one day we may get "wiped out" here in Ft.L, just like the West coast of FL suffered extensive and wide-spread devastation last season. Earlier this season the Panhandle suffered extensive damage as well. However, very destructive hurricanes have been visiting Florida for many decades - it's nothing new. As you may have noticed, the climate problems have been apparent everywhere - not just here in FL. So, we have to vote for candidates that look to the future, and try to improve it.

Thanks for that perspective, BlackDude. I think there has to be more to it. Folks who start businesses (generally "small" ones), are almost certainly motivated by wanting to provide a better life for their families here in the US than they had back in their homeland. That is an admirable urge, and the one upon which our financial system was founded. It does take a certain measure of industriousness, and a decent sense of what the market is for their proposed business. Once that business begins to flourish, they may open another location for that same business, often within relatively close proximity to their original business. I doubt they're going after the "pale" customers at first, preferring to cater to their own community. Once they achieve that kind of success, they begin to assess how to expand, into which communities, and that's when the endemic, deeply rooted racism becomes the major stumbling block. I think it takes a few generations of family members to really comprehend just how deeply racism is imbedded in our society, and then how to overcome it by (what I understand to be) your description; proximity to whiteness. While it's instinctive to trust our own cultural group, that limits the potential growth too. When that recognition becomes apparent (usually a generation or two after the initial founder), it also becomes clear that merely "proximity to whiteness" isn't enough to overcome the inbred, narrow hatreds that many Caucasians possess. When the financial resources of Caucasians are required to really "make it", there are already a couple of generations that grew up in the US, and understand how to "work the system" to their benefit. Recent immigrants don't enjoy that kind of understanding. The deck is already stacked against any expansion - any *real* money/power. While the sorry excuse of a Governor here in FL is a (now nationally-proven) disgrace, I would wonder if the immigrants seeking to improve their lot in the US brought that with them, or picked it up here in the US. The hellish practice of slavery existed on this continent before the US was even founded, and it's legacy is deeply imbedded in the population. How would an "anti-Black" perspective become deeply infused into a population of some other country - say Cuba? I've never been there, and know little about it. What I know of Cuban immigrants, is they're a hard-working, cheerful group, and most welcome here. While I've heard plenty of racist shit through the years, I can't remember hearing anything singling out Cuban-Americans. Thanks for your interesting addition.

Thanks, JamesL100. I've heard it before, and not paid much attention. Now I know. 😉

This is inexcusable. When more advanced sexual acts/kinks are being considered (anything dealing with "forced" acts, for instance), there is absolutely a requirement for a "negotiation" prior to the meetup. Corporal anything beyond fucking/sucking simply must be agreed upon by both parties, and before any action takes place. 1. You may not know if the other guy has any experience in the arts of B/d, S/m, and you don't want to find out the hard way. The Leather Ethic* has always forbidden un-negotiated acts that can be dangerous. 2. In the event you're feeling like getting fucked, it's doubly important, since that would be assuming the submissive role, and might be misinterpreted by some asshole that you're ok with whatever he does. That is never ok, and that guy is one to avoid. I've posted elsewhere on BZ how to conduct a negotiation (which, btw, is the Top's responsibility), how to protect yourself, etc. 3. Insecure men who don't understand (or care to) that this is a serious consideration can wind up dead. It used to happen a couple times a year back in Chicago. 4. Don't let one p.o.s. wannabe Dom wreck your Lusts - thankfully, there aren't all that many guys like your example around. It's Saturday - go out tonight and fuck/get fucked as much as you can hold, and try to overcome this regrettable event. It's not your fault; don't stew about it. Just know that there are ignorant, wannabe poseurs out there, and be careful. Good luck !! *ask the googler about the Gay Leather Ethic, if you're unfamiliar: the first and most important concept is "never do intentional, physical harm to another person". Or, look up the older posts here about it.

Yes, I agree. But who says your Lusts simply must be kept a secret? Here's the deal: When you no longer want to be single, you should definitely tell the man you're considering (for a deeper, longer-term relationship) the magnificent truth, and before any commitments are made. Tell him that you anticipate having sex with other men (maybe not how many), and that you don't see that as incompatible with your ability to love and cherish him alone. Sex and love go hand-in ..... (well, more like Cock in Hole for our kind), with human relationships of any depths, and I suggest if you settle down, it's with a man with a similar sexual drive. It worked for me for over 30 years; Honesty can work for every other guy too. Pretending that "outside" sex is able to be covered up is simply silly. They always figure it out, so far better to settle down with a guy that's just as big a raw sexpig as you are. That way each of you gets enough of what you both need, plus you can even share tricks, go out for sex together, if that suits. You won't have the burden of trying to remember what excuse you used, when you used it, on and on. Honesty enriches the soul: dishonesty rots it. By all means get into a long-term relationship with a man that shares your sexual wantonness. But please do it being completely upfront about your sexual needs. It'll be all the hotter for both of you.

While I prefer eating a Hole full of loads off previous Cocks, I enjoy eating just mine out of it too. Not necessarily for the taste, more for the fact that it's a raw Hole that just took a load - even though it was just mine. For me, it's the reinforcement of the Lusts that drive us to do what we do that's most important.

To the O.P., I guess I'm in "advanced middle age" now, and I don't think there's been any advancement or diminution in my need to Breed - at least that I can discern. I've always been fairly strict with myself on all levels - not just the sexual plane - to make sure I don't allow any one behavior to overstep the bounds I want to keep. I like balance in my life, and I've learned many years ago how to make that happen. As to the sexual quotient, I almost always go out on Fri & Sat nights (the only times I don't is when I'm on "medical leave", getting over some bug). I go out for sex seldom (but occasionally) during the week, and I find that by mid-week my Cock is beginning to take on a mind of it's own, sort of like an independently-minded pet dog. I notice men even more than usual, and since I'm generally commando, so does my Cock, which embarrasses me not one bit. I like men to cruise my Cock. But to the issue at hand, I think that when we've established a pattern of exercising our Lusts regularly - whether it be weekly, daily, monthly - over the decades our bodies naturally get a little bitchy when we don't fulfill those expectations. I seldom find myself too horny on Sundays, for example, having spent the previous 2 nights in the fleshpots. By Tues, my balls seem to be waking up, and by Wed into Thurs, my Lusts are ready to be exercised again. I wouldn't mind finding a gh joint somewhere around here though, just for "quickies". There used to be a bar close by (Cubby Hole) where you could get some lunch (nothing fancy - no waitpersons - order at the bar/eat at the bar, with "dessert" around the back corner of the bar or in the john), which was very handy. Sadly, the whole block fell to the designs of Urban Renewal, and now the neighborhood is full of mid-rise condos with women pushing baby carriages all over the place. I will admit that the volume of Sperm is less than it used to be - but there's still enough that the bottom can feel it - and that's all I really care. I can still hit the wall over the headboard, but there's not as much as there used to be years ago. But that's not the point, which is, I'm still doing what I need to do, and on the schedule I established years ago. So I'll keep to my schedule as long as I possibly can, and one day they'll start calling me Grandpa !!! 😁