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Well, sometimes I just play a little with words ...

As I see it, there is absolutely nothing wrong at all with your scenario. I experienced both for over 30 years, so I know it can and does happen.

Around here, Trojan and the other condom companies must have left the marketing area. Maybe the hets use condoms to prevent more babies, but I haven't seen a condom in the backrooms/fuckjoints I go to ... ever.

Yes, but by a prior mutual agreement. If both guys agree to something - wash the dishes twice a week, whatever - and one of them subsequently avoids that, it's obvious, and becomes a matter for either discussion re-aligning assignments. What I didn't make clear, would be when the "cheater" has agreed to not cheat, or get outside sex only x number of times a day - a week - a month - whatever, then he's the one that feels restricted from doing what he wants to do, despite promising not to. That sense - feeling - of being forced by his sexual Lusts to keep his wandering Cock or Hole away from other men is where the dishonesty begins to rot the relationship. I think that gay guys in general, and raw gay guys in particular need to be up front about what they expect out of a relationship. Relationships are living, breathing things - they need to be cared for honestly. I have nothing at all against sexual wanton behavior being an important - maybe even crucial - part of any relationship. My point is, getting off on whoring is a lot different than getting off on lying.

When each guy in a close, loving relationship knows how much the other loves "outside" sex, I see no reason at all they should commit to a "hetero-normative" relationship. "Cheating" is something that poorly-built relationships result in. Attempting to emulate cultural contrivances that we don't identify with in the first place is like sailing a ship directly into a reef of rocks. Sure, there will be survivors of the wreck, but at what cost, when the ship could have been steered away from the reef. They should accept themselves - and each other - as they are - not as some other's think they should be. Whatever it is that they "are" - interested in monogamy, interested in outside sex together, outside sex singly, whatever they need to do - should be done, and as often as the need arises. Clearly, it's easiest if both guys are interested in the same thing sexually - be it a sexually "closed" relationship, a sexually "open" format, or any other kind of structure. But then, "love" can be a difficult thing to define, too. It can be many things, I suppose. If they actually do love each other - at least as I understand the term - they'd want their partner/lover to have whatever they need. Love, food, clothing, shelter, as much wanton sex - singly or together - monogamous or the last thing from it - as they need, and whatever else too. To me, one guy restricting what the other "loved" guy needs, simply does not compute. But then, "love" can be a difficult thing to define, too. It can be many things, I suppose.

I like that type of bottom too ... not a lot of hemming & hawing, not a lot of chit-chat. Just guys who need what I have, as much as I need what they have. In the fuckjoints, "silence" (other than the lovely groans of satisfaction) really is golden.

and it seems you're listening .........

hmmmmm .... Maryland ...... how about when it's a bit warmer ...

Unless one is "in love" with another guy, and thus enjoys plain old kissing him. I can't think of any other reason to kiss a guy that doesn't have a mouth-full of Sperm .... "snowballing" is hottttttt .....

By contrast, and before indoor plumbing was common, people dug large holes in their back yard and build a small, wooden structure over the Hole, Inside was a bench, with a hole cut into it to shit through. BUT: A new hole had to be dug every once in a while, usually right next to the old one: all the dirt from the new hole in the ground was simply shoveled into the old hole several feet away. Thus, the "outhouses", as they were called, could simply be picked up and moved a few feet to cover the new, freshly-dug hole. The "brick-shit-house" saying would be commenting on some guy's extraordinary build (heavily muscled) as opposed to a regular physique. So, given the need for mobility, no outhouses were built of bricks - they were always built of wood, for the sake of mobility. I actually had to experience this first hand - when, as a little kid - the family went to visit relatives in MN. One old great-aunt of somebody in the family lived in the tiniest burg I'd ever seen - nothing but a handful of houses - and certainly not enough of a tax-base to support municipal plumbing. I had to "pinch a loaf", as the saying went, my mom told me to go to that little house in the back yard, so I did. I was absolutely stunned ........ there were a million flies inside that stinking structure, and that's about all I remember. I don't know if I used it or just suffered until we left and found a gas station somewhere .....

I agree completely: every single one of us falls short of perfection in some ways. That's just a part of being human - no one, first and foremost ourselves - is perfect. That said, your comment about needing inspiration strikes a chord with me as well. Thanks.

To the OP though, it's not an easy thing to describe. A raw Hole can evoke such varied mental imagery - and each would be correct. Add the other senses - sight, taste, smell, tightness / looseness; all most attractive in different ways. Explaining this would be like trying to write a thesis .....

What more can any Cock want or need ??????? Where does the line form .....

She's the kind of "lightening rod" we need more of in Congress. I know that the Progressive Caucus can be like a burr under the saddle sometimes, but there are times when we really need that burr, calling out the bullshit. I think there may be more Establishment Dems that wish they could be more like her, but are afraid to get too far out of line. Becoming an elected member of Congress may be a noble experience for some, but for far too many it's a meal-ticket gig.

We're all sending you our filthiest good wishes on your trip to SoCal. Have a grrrrrrrrrrreat time !!!

That's an interesting point you make. Lots of guys today weren't around before all the apps and whatever, and had to either sit alone or get their asses out and mingle with the rest of the crowd. That's how guys used to meet, sniff each other's ass, and decide whether or not to fuck. Meeting in-person at some bar/club, walking down the street, in some store, wherever they both happened to be, and at the same time. Meeting a "Cinder-fella" just doesn't happen all the time in real, actual life, and most of us don't need absolute perfection anyway. No guy - including ourselves - is perfect. Having faults, working to better ourselves is part of being human.

This ^ is spot-on. as I see the issue. It's perhaps the single-most crucial component of all, when considering where one's place is in our magnificent universe of barebackers. All of us should invest the time/effort in weighing all the variables, arrive at a decision, and then proceed to live our lives on our terms.

If I could still blush, I would ..... waaaaay too late for that though ....

Fort Lauderdale.

Ditto that !!! When real "living" becomes impossible, I'd sooner be outta here than still here.

Here in the US, that baby has been born, grew up fairly quickly, and is as emotionally stunted as a rock.

OK .... OK ... The highlight of Fri night wasn't in my favorite area (the darkroom), it was in the orgy room. Dimly lighted, but you can at least see the guys near you. There are built-in benches (taller than what comes to mind) on the N and S side of the orgy room, with a big round upholstered (vinyl, hopefully) sofa-like thing in the middle. It was jammed, took several minutes just to wriggle my way in, and some guy got up off the bench and I got his place. To my left were guys bent over the bench taking loads. To my right, another guy, who was in process of taking a load. Nice looking, nice body, all of that. Got my Cock out of my jeans, and inched closer to him. Put my hand next to my right leg, his hand a few inches away. Saw him looking at my hard Cock sticking out of my jeans, and his hand moved slightly closer. So, I moved mine as well, and gently stroked his hand. He was making the most inspiring sighs - the most lovely groans - and I wanted some of that, but I wanted the Cock that was fucking him to Breed him first. and I don't really like pushing myself into what is clearly a 2-guy fuck. Other guys sucked my Cock while I was waiting for my chance, maybe 5 or 6 ... and I must say, I've never had a bad (toothy) blowjob over there, but I wanted the guy's ass that was bent over the bench I was sitting on. Eventually he put his hand on mine, all the while making the most beautiful sighs and groans - Mozart-for-the-fuckjoints*. Finally the guy in his Hole shot his load, and my "intended" moved directly in front of me to suck my Cock. That left his Hole sticking out right in the middle of where other guys were squeezing through the crowd making the circuit of the room. Long story short, my eyes weren't the only ones on his Hole - he took several Cocks up his Hole while he sucked mine - not sure how many Bred him though. Finally, when I had the chance, I just spun him around and told him to sit on it - so his face was pointed at crotch-level into the crowd. He wasn't the best Cocksucker I've ever had, but his heart and soul were into it, so who am I to object? After a little while, I stood up, turned him around to face the bench, and kept rutting. And - no surprise - some guy tried to fuck ME. I had to tell him twice that I couldn't accommodate him, but it was kinda hot. Pumped him full of my load, squatted down and sucked that Hole .... stood up, thanked him, he returned the favor, and we went our separate ways. *Yes, obviously my very favorite composer ... Sat night: even better ... So when you arrive at Slammer, you have to fill out a form, name, addy, license number, etc. There's a shelf-like plank with clipboards and these forms, so you can get all that written down before getting to the payment window. Sometimes on really busy nights they set up a tall-but-small table on the other side of the entrance so the guys that previously bought the 3-month memberships can get in more quickly (on weekends, the line to get in can go out the door into the parking lot). Kind of a little "perk" for the regulars, I guess. Anyway, one of the employees - and no, I won't spill his name - but he's always been my favorite over there, and it was him manning that extra sign-in table. He flashed me a lovely grin, called me by name, asked how I am, etc - and I my Cock got hard. He saw it, felt me up, and licked his lips, so I put my hand down his jeans and felt up his Hole - and it was right there - not back behind a pair of fat cheeks - right there. Felt the fur in his hole, and I'd have fucked him right then and there. Guys waiting in line to get in started to chant "fuck him - fuck him" - which I didn't. We weren't even inside the joint yet - it was just the foyer. He said some nice things, I responded, but it was Saturday night - there was a long line, and no guy waiting in line to even get into the place wanted to waste one more minute on the "mating dance" us. He did ask if I had a boy of my own, which was interesting. He wrapped it up, saying something like 'I want that' .... to which I "replied Well, you have all my contact information already - name, address, phone # ......". So we'll see what happens ... I'd love to hear the doorbell, open the door, and see that smiling face. But then, maybe he does that with a lot of the regulars. So, went into the joint, did all my usual stuff, rutted my way down the line of Holes in the darkroom, went to the orgyroom, but it was just too jammed to get in - so went to the elevated Cocksucker's gallery and fucked some throats - (never experienced a bad Cocksucker there), wandered around for a while (and saw two guys I knew from "regular" life), and finally hit the darkroom again, sucked some Holes, pumped a load up one of them. So yeah, it was a great couple of nights .... and, if I hear from 'name-withheld", I'll mention it. Ya'all's bunch of hot, sweet, wonderful fantastic PIGS ..... and Iove every damn one of ya ......

Bring a stick of Land 'O Lakes unsalted with you .... that'll improve the taste of anything 😉

Excellent replies above, tomzefis. Living in the US, I can't comment about your physician's apparent bias directly, since I'm not familiar with details of the health-care system where you live. That said, I'd print out a copy of the (delete the references to various deities if you like) Hippocratic Oath, make one last visit to this woman, hand her the copy, and politely tell her she's no longer worthy of caring for you, with all the good manners you can summon forth. That said, find another doctor to see to your care first. note: per the above responses, why can't we make an "upvote" more than once !!! Only one for this particular thread seems inadequate ...

Friday & Sat nights ...... my usual fuckjoints ...... all the usual, sweet, wanton behavior ..... So many guys seem not to have access to the kinds of fuckjoints around here, it's a bit unseemly to go on about what I do on the weekends ....