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My first squirt was just after my 11th birthday and I was really proud. I'd gotten my first pube a couple of months before, and I'd been interested in sex for years so it felt really good to know I was becoming a real man. My first dry orgasm happened when I was 7. I was thinking of a girl I had a crush on and pawing around my genitals when the wave of pleasure crashed over me. That was the start of me being a serious chronic bator, and I needed at least 5 orgasms a day from the first time onward.

Just coming on to say that I am also very into breeding FtM men, especially if they have a bonus hole to take even more cum. This top loves sliding into warm, wet masculine holes, cis or trans.

My cock always points to attention when I see a bottom man showing off his fur, front or back. An open shirt showing off the hairy chest will get men like me needy to penetrate. Even better when the back is hairy. I have some bottom bear buddies that I meet for long sessions, and looking down at a broad, hairy back with my penis stretching out hole is the turn-on I need to squeeze out load number three or four.

After a friendly visit with the men's health doctor at my university during grad school, I sent him an email asking if he'd like to go out sometime. He said he is in a relationship and doesn't date outside of it, but he was open to hooking up. We had a good rapport, so I asked if he'd be my primary care doc. We had a lot of sexual energy, and every time I went to see him for an exam, he would conduct it professionally, then open my pants and give me a long blow job until I shot my sperm down his throat. This happened periodically over three years. It was very fucking hot, and I was always a little nervous because he never locked the door. But overall, a great fantasy come-to-life.

Although I prefer a full beard, I can't grow one. But I am glad to sport a nice, thick 'stach. I also like that it subtly labels me as more sleazy than the average guy.

I have a big thing for bottom dads and incest role play where I am the top bull son. The intense intimacy that this role play can provide makes me cum crazy hard. I'd love to meet a real fam couple to play with, but I recognize that's extremely unlikely. Still, the fantasy fuels a lot of my semen squirting.

I played around with the settings today, and you can indeed edit the information in an encounter. After selecting the date on the calendar, there will be a list of encounters below. Instead of clicking directly on the entry, click the three dots to the right side of the encounter's title. From there, you can choose to duplicate it for another day, delete it, or edit it. @ErosWired You can also add activities for loads take and given, DP, or any other activity you want. You just need to go into Settings > My activities > Edit > +. Overall, I am quite impressed with the app.

I'm honestly less interested in the load tally than I am in keeping track of how fulfilling/fun the meeting was. I can easily check the profile I make of a hook up and then decide if I want to see them again based on what we did and how satisfying it was.

I'd say only about 30% of the user galleries are viewable to me. Most don't load any image. Mac OS Monterey Firefox 95.0.2 (64-bit) I just figured BZ was quasi-functional/glitchy.

Now I am going to follow you, to keep track of that ass for next time I'm in nyc. What a great body and ass to mount and breed.

I only top because it's what my cock wants most. ^^This guy expressed it well. I'm not interested in bottoming if another guy is able to pin me wrestling, or whatever. But I have found that when I communicate this, it will sometimes have the effect of flipping another "top" who only wants to take the seed of 100% top man. I generally appreciate a bottom who knows what he's doing and wants to worship my dick, get as much semen out of me as possible.

This is great. I am going to add the hook-ups and loads I pumped into them starting from the New Year.

Before reacting to the actual thoughts you have laid out here, I first want to acknowledge the emotion that you express. I'm sorry that you are feeling these things and the associated sadness/negativity/fear/disappointment. Those are not easy emotions to bear. I hope that you can sense the care and solidarity that I am projecting through this imperfect medium. Regarding the post itself, I could tell you about how I - and so many other tops like me - are maximally turned on by a guy your age, how we project the essence of masculinity onto bodies like yours. (My whole life, my cock has has tended to get hardest and most needy for men 10-20 years older than I.) However, I suspect that these types of reactions wouldn't do much to assuage the gnawing feeling of creeping mortality, the "tooth that nibbles at the soul" as Dickinson put it. I wonder if you might find more comfort among these questions were you to look for - not answers, per se - but solace in community rather than sexual drive. For so much of my life, my sexual hunger as been the primary grounding force. If I am sad, or broke, or confused, or disappointed, my cock need always grounded me and helped me feel like my true self. That drive for pleasure has been so reliable that it has helped me wrest myself from some very rough times and situations, and brought delight and wonder back into moments that were otherwise very bleak. It's also been omnipresent with my joys and accomplishments, and a way to celebrate achievements and life markers. However, after I lost a very dear friend to suicide almost two years ago, I too was plunged into periods where I would ruminate on mortality and the nature of consciousness. I was dealing with grief over my friend and preemptive grief for others, also speculating on what might happen to my own insights and experiences when I reach the end of my life. These feelings were hard to deal with on their own. Yet when they became accompanied by a decrease in sex drive, I really felt like I was loosing my bearings. The hunger to fuck had been a force that kept me feeling definitively me. After circling around these emotions in seemingly repetitive gyres for several months last spring, I was lucky to have my mood recentered by opening up to those close to me, and leaning on old friends. Like righting a capsizing ship, their care and solidity gave me leverage to get my own head screwed back on straight. Prioritizing time well-spent with these good people has allowed me to surf on the chaotic big questions of life instead of getting overtaken by a series of waves. I sincerely wish that for you right now. As an added bonus to really feeling the support of these people, I have also reignited my sexual urge. I just started barebacking last month, and it is also opening new avenues of lust, pleasure, insight, and understanding about myself, my body, and my place in the world. Let me be the first person to offer you a big hug with no expectations for any outcome, other than giving you the space to feel safe and cared for long enough to take a deep breath. Be well, good man.