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Well, we diverge on this one !!! I first went to a gym when our internist insisted that my life-partner start going to a gym. He detested working out (almost as much as I did/do), and despite our joint love of food, neither of us got past "slim". So it was for different reasons that the doc insisted he start working out. I bought this "home" gym thing - huge contraption that could do 50-some different things. Had them deliver it to a heated room in the basement, he came downstairs, opened the door, stared for a moment, and said "that's nice". Turned on his heel and that was that. So. How to get him to join a gym !!! I'd heard at at some point about a 'gay gym' down on Lincoln Ave, so figured that might be enough to get him to join. Finally I pushed him into it with the condition that I join too. So we joined, and, there was some hot Cock swingin around, which made the whole thing much more palatable for him. Some nice ass too, which at least kept my attention while performing one of the dullest activities known to humankind. But then !!! The gym (I don't think it was very well-run) came on hard times, some other guy bought it, and - - - wait for it - - - moved it to the tubs !!! Thus, in one fell swoop, we made the internist happy, and the thorns in our sides got plucked out. I did insist on the "task performed - reward granted" system, he got his health issue resolved, I actually got a fairly muscular body, and we both got plenty of the "real" kind of rewards to boot. We actually got to be friends with a few other couples that operated on the same principle, and gym-days became augmented with "gym-nights" too. 😈 So, sweet boy - I hope your gym experience turns into exercising a bit more than your imagination too !!! Unless the other guys in your gym are blind both physically and emotionally, you'll be wearing a dirrrrrty grin more than usual. We'll be waiting to hear how you explain that to Nurse Ratched !!! ❤️

Thanks for the illuminating response, AlwaysOpen. It's important to understand that these things can present (or not) in differing ways: there's no cut & dried, across-the-board answer. We're all different, and we all need professional attention tailored to our particular situations. To me, that means keeping appointments without fail, doing what the medical professionals tell me to do without exception. Each guy's body can react differently. Sorry about the banana too .....

per topblkmale's commentary and your response Agreed. From the Merriam-Webster: 1. of unknown authorship or origin; an anonymous tip, not named or identified. 2. not named or identified; an anonymous author, they wish to remain anonymous. 3. lacking individuality, distinction, or recognizability. This may not be the most respected tome, but it does offer a clear understanding of what the word anonymous means. How this term applies to individuals asking for photos, which are obviously the opposite of the definition, is at best a misunderstanding of that definition. This misunderstanding is sometimes accompanied by misspellings, awkward usage, and an inability/disinclination to create a clear and/or easily understood statement. That said, one can come to one's own conclusion about any intellectual component to the hookup and potential fuck. The sex might turn out to be great. Every guy gets to decide for himself how - oh - generous? - he's willing to be in interpreting these communications, since obviously, clarity in the text (literal meaning) is hardly the most important thing. What is important is that each guy respects the other guy's needs/wishes/limits. Not many guys fuck and then sit down to discuss War and Peace*, right? I think most of this kind of communication should be taken with a grain of salt. Neither guy is interested in much more than raw Cock fucking raw Hole. All of us have something else burning in our balls, other than crystalline clarity when we're burning with Lust. *Tolstoy, just in case .... I know this isn't the Politics thread.

Given my reply of a little while ago, I would always always advise any guy to take advantage of all the medical preventative steps. To me, it only makes basic, common sense. These preventative steps can enable us to live longer, healthier lives, and therefore fuck far more men than if we were sick or dead. I would never, never advise a guy to ignore the miracles that medicine has achieved. To me, it's completely nuts to court hiv and refuse the preventative steps. Maybe younger guys don't understand, and that's ok. Life is good. Illness or worse, not so much.

I enjoy wearing t-shirts from the rather sordid bars I've been to through the years. Some are long gone now, which adds to the cachet (in my opinion). A while ago, a guy in the Publix (grocery store) was wearing an IML shirt (recent), and I was wearing one from 25 years ago. We both smiled and had a brief chat. It was fun - and only other guys that knew what IML is had so much as a clue.

It was trauma on steroids. Before hiv, fucking every guy you met was the norm. No one used condoms. Then, guys started dying a slow, terrible death, and no one knew more than it was because we were fucking each other. It got to the point guys wouldn't shake hands anymore - just say hi, with that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look, and move on. In shortest of orders, the world went from being our playground to being our cemetery. There was a gay weekly that began publishing "celebrations of life" notices, page after page of them, and went out of business because no one wanted to pick it up anymore, let alone page through it to see who'd passed the previous week. We were going to those "celebration" services constantly; week after week, month after month, for several years. No guy that lived through those years went unscarred. Now, decades later, with the medical arts advancing as they have, those scars have healed over, but they're still there - just under the outer layer of skin. Men that didn't live through it can empathize, but it's difficult to imagine how they could understand how truly desperate, fearful, awful, horrifying, soul-injuring, nightmarish and destructive those years actually were. Now, of course, there are medical advances that have allowed those years to fade into the blackness of a plague survived. Thus, many of us who lived through it have a very, very difficult time accepting the mindset of younger guys that refuse to take every possible precaution against illness, particularly this hellish hiv. Still, it's not for anyone to judge anyone else, but no one could fault us for remembering either. Thanks for your post.

Coins, by definition, always have two sides, as apparently, does the re-emergence of this thread. Of course you're entirely correct, backdoorjimmy - there are at least two sides of this particular coin. There simply are no universal (within the confines of - oh - say, barebackers - or any other group of folks) traits that are carried by every person in that group. Yes, there are Tops who think this or that, and regulate their sexual behavior accordingly. There are bottoms who do the same. We're not all cut from the same cloth - thank Whatever. We're diverse, we have differing life experiences, and we're one part of a magnificent subset of humanity. We develop all kinds of lovely depravities as our lives unfold, and expecting some magical Prince to meet every single one of them is unrealistic. It can, and does happen, but not to all that many. So what to do? I think we offer as much of ourselves as we're comfortable with to every guy we fuck. If there's some chance of more, we offer more the next time we fuck. At some point, the limit of the extra-sexual mating will either be reached, and each guy accepts the limits of the experience and moves on, or offers the whole enchilada, and maybe they move on together. The point is, we never know what kind of guy the rest of him will turn out to be after a hot fuck in some backroom or fuckjoint. Or, off the fuck apps. Sometimes the sex is so-so, sometimes the sex is great, and the rest isn't. Sometimes the sex is only the beginning of something even more. No guy will ever know what the possibilities are, unless he's active in "the life". We take what's offered, and make the best of it. If we don't participate in the maelstrom of Breeding men, then how can we legitimately complain that we don't get this or that? I'm with Sharp-Edge, above. If there's more than just fucking available, great. I had that once, and I wouldn't mind something similar again. If the "something more" isn't in the cards, great - I'll fuck the guy anyway, and each guy appreciates what is, without pining for what wasn't available in the first place. We just need to accept each other for who and what they are.

To refine the time-period a bit, from the onset to when the first treatments became available, I can't recall any that made it through to the present. at that time, hiv was quite literally a death sentence. However, once effective treatments became available, I can think of a couple guys (who sero-converted subsequently) that did, and are alive and fucking to this day. Sadly, we (as a group) suffered terrible losses at first. Those losses still haunt every one of us of a certain age.

The allusion to a "raft" on that creek/ditch/stream, steered by your very young "oar" reminded me of when I first read Clemens. I thought that Sawyer and Finn, alone on the raft, drifting down the Mississippi, adventures, that whole scene sounded so cool - no bothersome, tiresome girls, just two guys getting into mischief. At the time, I don't think I had even a scintilla of actual sexual thoughts, but the notion of boys together with no silly, fatuous girl-garbage was compelling. Eventually he had to write in a girl to the story to avoid the already conspicuous homoerotic overtones. Who knows - maybe M.T. rode both sides of the raft !!! Thanks for sharing that experience - made me smile at one of my early, nearly forgotten memories.

I'm with NWUSHorny. I want to at least rut in as many Holes as I can. The darkroom at my favorite fuckjoint isn't all that large, so there aren't all that many bottoms taking loads (maybe 6,8 at the same time). Tops aren't like bottoms, in that we aren't walking Sperm Cannons, shooting loads and loads constantly. Bottoms have it all over us, in that regard, since they can take load after load for hours. That said, most of us are good for at least a couple of loads in a couple of hours. So yeah - I want to get my Cock in every raw Hole in the joint ... physiology just doesn't allow us to leave a "calling card' in each and every one, dammittall.

Ass, hole, asshole, butt. Men are men. Women are women. Men have asses, Holes, and butts. Women have the other stuff.

Not really a single experience, it was more a gradual thing. I never really cared for girls all that much - always preferred to play with other boys. I thought the silly, giggly, prissy bullshit girls peddled was bothersome, more a waste of time than anything else. Boys didn't behave like that, and I gravitated (not in a sexual sense - yet) more to boys. Plus, boys were more 'defined', less lumpy (unless they ate too much, of course), better balanced/defined in body-structure than girls. In Jr. High, we had swimming class au natural, so I saw a lot of naked guys, and that's how I saw my first hardon on another guy. It was interesting, but I didn't translate that into wanting sexual activity. That kind of thing was really repressed where I grew up. When I went away to school, I was brought out by a frat bro, and the veil was lifted from both my eyes and my Cock. I clearly remember everything about him, to this day. A few weeks later: The Sunday Chicago Tribune was delivered to every dorm, and once I was in the lounge of a dorm waiting for someone - can't remember who or why - and there were page after page of first-run movies being advertised. After all the first-run flicks, the neighborhood theatres had ads, and finally, at the end were small, 1" ads for all the porn theatres. I noticed one saying "triple X action, all male cast". I knew it had to mean what I thought it meant, but how on earth could it? However, I cut my classes the next day, drove up to Chicago, found the theater (Varsity, on Clark St), and went in. The actual film was laughable by todays standards, Not many men in there on a Monday, but I went about half-way down the aisle and sat down, noticed other men drifting around, and a young kid in the row in front of me several yards away. The kid looked at me, I looked at him - had no idea of what to do - he hopped over the seats and came over, sat down next to me. Of course, I was rock hard, he opened my jeans, and that was the first blow job I ever got, and it blew my mind. The funny thing is, when I returned the favor, I hesitated for a moment, but then put my mouth on his Cock. I was so surprised that it just tasted like skin - for some reason I thought it would taste different - and when he shot his load in my mouth, I was thrilled to discover how good it tasted. I clearly remember thinking "this is a sad, sordid life, but I know it's for me". Drove back to school, and within a week one of my frat bros wanted me to go over to the auditorium after hours (where this huge tubby old Moller lived) and help him with the pedaling on a piece he was learning. He had pledged at the same time, we were already friends, so I said ok. That was the first time I felt any kind of connection with a guy, and it was such a wonderful thing to have sex with a guy I already liked. I remember so very clearly everything about that first *real* sex. I was really lucky to experience something that put the first thought (above) about being gay out of my consciousness so quickly.

So now you have some feedback relative to your question, and a "response" (I tend to call them doo-dads). One bit of advise: use the "downvote" choice very sparingly, and it can ignite some hurt feelings. Silly, I know, but - what is, is.

No, not a "code". It's the small (I think it' blue?) circle in the lower rght corner. When you hover over it other reactions will appear (upvote, piggy, thanks, laughing, sad, confused and downvote). You can choose any single reaction to the post you're going to react to, and other guys can see who gave whatever reaction to the post in that particular thread. It may take a few weeks - at first I couldn't "react" to anything, but gradually you earn more and more points for writing a response to some question/observation. The best way (as far as I know) is to actually compose replies (just like this one) to whatever the subject of that particular thread happens to be. The point is, to encourage participation (avoiding, of course, bitterness or perceived anger in your replies). They won't put up with commentary in any foreign languages, either. I got my knuckles rapped for saying "thanks" in a foreign language that both the poster and myself well understood. It may pay off to read through the rules and regs occasionally, until you feel secure in what goes and what doesn't. Now. After I click 'submit', I'm going to hover over that little white heart inside the blue circle, then clink on it, which is shorthand for saying I liked your post. Then, next time you're on BZ, you can see who "reacted" and how, to your input. Hope this helps .....

Well, in defense (kinda) of Tops, there are those bodily - (what to call them - "spasms"?) when we 're straddling a bottom's chest, aiming for the mouth. I think the Cock should be positioned to deliver the Sperm to where it's intended, and not just hope that it gets to where it's supposed to be. Jet of Sperm can fly all over the place - and if the Top (or the bottom, for that matter) wants it on his lips, the Top needs to place his Cock so that there's no other place than the lips for it to go. But even experienced Tops miss the target sometimes. That's why I mentioned in an earlier post that the Top should suck his load up off wherever it landed, and place it where it was expected. When guys just shoot all over the place, I tend to think of the load as not fully utilized - potentially even wasted. So if a bottom wants the Sperm shot on his face, ok, and he places his Cock where it needs to be to accomplish that. If the Top doesn't like the notion, they just move on to other guys. All of this, however, is best mentioned before anything gets hot n heavy.

I'd stick to hitting the backrooms / fuckjoints if I were you. A pissed off neighbor can be a real problem, and there are always guys waiting for a guy just like you in the places where men Breed each other. Put up a fence, if you have to ......

Nothing to be embarrassed about at all !!! It's particularly easy in colder weather, and if you have a variable-ratio power drill. We can easily put a 2" hole-saw in the pocket of a winter parka, and crank the gh's out. Variable-speed is great, since you can slow-walk the drill, listening for anyone happening along, and pausing the job until they're gone. Bring a scrap of medium-grade sandpaper too, just to get the splinters off the fresh work. Don't want to scratch the Delivery System, now do we !!! That process won't work in FL, but back in IL I must have drilled out at least 15, 20 gh's over the years. Didn't need to at the Fine Arts bldg at N'Western though - there were already so many the partitions between the stalls were barely there anymore !!! I think that building has been replaced now though. At the glory holes .... It's all about the Cock/Hole/Sperm

Per the above numerous facets of possibilities: Therefore: It's up to each guy to take all the precautions available, as an individual making responsible choices. We cannot (nor should we) control the behavior of others. We can, however, control our own. Depending on the other guy to tell you the truth is a fools errand: be responsible, take care of yourself, and when we've taken every possible precaution, we don't need to bother with what may or may not come out of the other guy's mouth. Then, all we need to do is fuck the daylights out of each other.

I'm assuming that the two critical posters are going to be offering some website of their own creation, then?

LOADS. If the bottom is just heading out for a night of taking loads and hasn't been Bred yet, then use one of the devildicks that should be in the freezer, waiting for use. Second choice: Spit, delivered by Tops, before the fucking starts. Commercial lubes are the last resort, imo.

Pun intended, I assume ......

That just hadn't occurred to me at all. But then, I can't say I've ever seen (in a legit sports context) one guy trying to fingerfuck another guy !!! They just ought to wait till after the game and do it for real ..... 😁

HAHAHAHAHA ..... great snippet - thanks for the morning laugh !!!

First, thanks so much, RawTOP, for applying your intellectual gifts to Breeding Zone. Your site (including the vision to create it) has improved the lives of many guys. I know next to nothing about all of the above facets of the various directions available. But I know about running a successful business, and of all the various ideas and potential products, maybe choosing what promises to be the easiest to accomplish, which will take one thing off the list. Then, you can turn your attention to the next project, and so on. I think you enjoy tremendous good-will in the greater community - and there must be plenty of more electronically-literate guys that know and understand what you need regarding assistance. The point is, make it the easiest (yet most promising to prove productive) and most rewarding it can be for you. Every last one of us would do whatever we can to help. Thanks again !!

Really .... as I recall, every Hole down there was well-lubed by previous Cocks .... not nearly enough friction to cause a fire .... 😈