Longest Fuckbuddy

[wallacemartini]

I like regulars, and try to encourage consistency especially after a good second fuck. 

Hope the most recent one and I stay buds for a while. He's crazy handsome and our fucks have been electric. My dick drips just thinking about it. 

[norefusal]

this is blowing my mind!

i don't even stay in one spot very long. the longest i e ever lived in one city is 13 years and that's not including the various neighborhoods i move between.

quite often my FBs are neighbors, someone i run into often by chance or someone who's a quick booty call away for those late nite "you up" texts. 

a few lasted 3-4 years but that's about it. 

plus there's always the "stuff" that gets in the way. one guy made a deal w his husband that they'd only do 3ways and he'd stop cheating. i dropped out at that point. i was friendly w the husband but not attracted to him. it was actually a bit creepy how much alike we were physically. 

another guy, i loved how passionate and intense the sex was, but he was a holyrolller always trying to pray the gay away and each hookup was literally him falling off the wagon like i was his crack pipe. 

[Tempusfuget]

The longest consistent Fuck bud was about 7 years. We met via Craigslist and I would visit his hotel when he came into town for work. The first few times he asked me to wrap it up but I eventually got him to trust me and I asked if he wanted to "try some forbidden fruit" and deliberately took the rubber off and made sure he saw it happen. (Not a fan of stealthing.) Things really took a turn when he moved into town and we started to meet biweekly. I helped him explore his kinks which involved sling play, poppers, and leather. We eventually drifted apart and lost contact. I still remember where he lives but respect his wishes to move on and settle down.

[PozTalkAuthor]

Fuckbuddy who maintained his fuckbuddy status, a couple years. But he was my ex's buddy, more than mine.

Then there's the special one: started as "we won't go so far, just kiss touch and lick"

now he's my long-term partner.

[Hungryforbbc]

Met a hot Jamaican guy in the ramble and we ended up fucking for over twenty years till he got strung out on T and ceased being any fun 

[topblkmale]

I'm currently experiencing the best sex of my life with five fuck buddies I have in rotation. This current rotation is all post-pandemic. The fuck buddies before and during lockdown have all but ghosted me once all venues returned to normal operation.

• South Asian 1       - early 50s - power bottom
• South Asian 2       - late 50s - romantic bottom
• Caribbean black   - late 50s - romantic vers
• black American 1 - late 50s - on-call oral service provider
• black American 2 - late 60s - oral
• Latin American      - late 40s   power bottom has been removed from rotation due to continued Grindr double booking issues during meet-ups

I currently have an opening for a Latin power bottom that needs to be filled urgently. Both🤣

I would also highly recommend throttling time spent between buddies to sustain that new dick/ass feeling.

[tallslenderguy]

Four years. Ranges from Him breeding me a 3 or 4 times a week to once a month. A Bi Guy , 27 now. i love Him, sweet and passionate, vocal when i am doing oral with Him, front and back, quiet when He He fucking me... alternating from kissing my back affectionately to pounding and "bitching" me (He's a Muscle Guy"). i think He's conflicted as a Bi Guy. Talks of women, is passionate as fuck until He cums, then He's totally done, pulls out and showers, but always leaves me full of cum. 

[BrownRiceSF]

I met my fuckbuddy in 2009 and we met regularly in a seedy gay porn theater.  After the theater closed in 2016, we've been meeting at a gay sex club where he started bareback fucking and seeding my ass.  

[suolsu]

2+2 years, my first bf

[sleazyskank]

5 years, weekly, till he moved across the cuntry and lost touch.

[partying.hard]

Going on 27 years.  But, not as often.

he was a fuck buddy of mine in the late 1990s. He is one of the three guys who infected me at my conversion Party. I was infected March 1999 and converted May 6, 1999.

We were regulars, several times a month.  both of us have moved several times since then so we don’t get to connect as often.  But every year somewhere between my two anniversary dates, one or the other of us travels and we have a celebratory fuck to remember my whole conversion process.

[echopork]

My longest current is around 7 years. He's the type to frequently disappear for long stretches, return out of the blue (with a new phone number, always), hang out on and off for a few days/weeks before vanishing again.

Always relieved to hear that he's not dead. And that he's still a pig. And that his cock is still massive and ready to slap me in the face.

[Bbdude78]

This is going to be a long story, but I feel like it's important to understand the context of the longevity of my fuckbuddy relationship.

My longest fuck buddy is one of my mom's male cousins. We come from a very large extended family, and although he's my mom's cousin, we're only 10 years apart, him being older than me. I had met him when I was a 8 and him 18, at my grandma's funeral. But we lived far up north, so we didn't get to see mom's family that much. I met him again when I was 20, and he was 30, for another family funeral. We chatted a lot because a) I found him really attractive; and b) we were both really into family history, genealogy, and collecting family pics. So we bonded over that. He said he had a ton of old pics that he would ask his "partner" to scan and copy, and he could send them to me. We exchanged email addresses, and the family funeral / reunion came to a close and we all went back our respective ways.

I had been out for the closet for a year by that point. My folks were ok with it. I was still very much a gaybie. Back at Uni a few days later, I messaged my cousin and asked him as politely as I could what he meant by "partner": business parter, or life partner? He replied he was referring to his boyfriend. I was ecstatic. I wasn't the only one in the family! Hurray! I told him I was also gay and that we should hang out more.  I was in Quebec City at the time, and he lived in Ottawa, 400km away. We made plans for me to visit. I stayed at his place for a long weekend. It was super fun to hang out with a gay family member, and his super cool boyfriend, and discover a new gay scene. 

That saturday night, I came back stumbling from the bar alone. I crawled into the sofa bed in my cousin's living room, and passed out drunk. I was dreaming about having sex with my ex. But it felt so real. I could feel him caressing me, grabbing my cock, jerking me off, kissing me on the neck. I realized I was half asleep, dazed. I turn around, and see my cousin's face. He's gropping me on the sofa bed. I freak. the. fuck. out.  I immediately jumped, feeling weirded out, and shocked into silence. He sees my panic, profusely apologizes, and goes to his bedroom upstairs. I pass out again.

The next day, we hang out again, he shows me around town in his pick up truck, brings me to pubs and restaurants, we have dinner. Not a word about what occurred the night before. And then, he parks in this beautiful park along the river. It's getting late, and storm clouds are gathering. He says he wants to apologize again for the night before. It wasn't right. He should have asked permission. He feels bad. He hopes I don't think less of him, etc etc. I take a while to respond. Keep in mind I had only started discovering threesomes at that point, and wasn't even aware open relationships were a thing. I was so new to the gay world. But I guess my inner pig was starting to emerge. I hear myself reply: "Don't worry about it. Sorry about my reaction, I was just so confused because I was drunk and because of the dream I was having. If anything, Chris, I really liked it. I think you're hot, and I'd love to do it again, and go further". Silence. He's surprised, and we're both looking at each other.

Then, the thunder cracks, and rain pours. Like, a wall of rain is falling from the sky, and you can't see jack shit. No point in driving in this weather., we'll have to wait till it passes. Our eyes are locked, and I make the move. I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back passionately. And then, in his busted ol pick up truck, in the middle of monsoon-like rain, he fucks his little cousin for the first time. I remember it like it's yesterday.

That was 25 years ago. 

Since then, each time we could be in the same city, we would meet up, hang out, and fuck. His boyfriend is now his husband. I've also fucked the husband, and I've played with both of them together as well. Overtime, our sexual interactions have changed (I went from being a bottom in my 20s to a vers top in my 30s onwards), we still love to hang out naked, have a few beers, kiss, suck, jerk off together, etc. The last time was when I visited him in NYC in February 2024. And he's coming to my naked cottage weekend next week. I don't think this relationship will ever fade away. Family love. Gotta love it. 😉