What is a "porn scenario" that has happened to you in real life?
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Yes, I've played out all scenarios. In my dreams! :cry2: :cry2: :cry2:
me too, but i don't think that it is necessarily a bad thing!
There are more important things than sex in life -
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getting fucked by a guy in one cubicle and then fucking another guy in the one next door.
and eating 8 loads in a day
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I picked up this real hunk of a guy more than 30 years ago in a restroom and went back to his apartment.We carried on meeting up at his place a few times a week after he'd finished his work(bus driver he told me).I always suspected he wasn't telling me the whole truth as he was paranoid about me when i got near the wardrobe in the bedroom.One time he went to bathroom and well,I had to find out what was in there.A full traffic cops uniform!Well..was he kinky or was it the real deal?I left it quite a few months before he finally told me he was a cop.I felt stupid and duped at believing all those bus stories.lol.Here we are though,34 years later and still together.The bonus was I got to meet and sleep with loads of his colleagues and act out scenes I've seen in pornos but this was the real thing.Bliss.
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sex on the hood of a car in a parking garage; sex in a public park; sex in the woods; sex in the club bathroom
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I'm loving these posts guys. Keep them cumming.
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I don't know if it's a good one.. but.. a few years ago when I was 21; I worked as a model for a year or so (I hated it, but.. actually it paid pretty nicely at the time). At a certain point, I disliked anything that had to do with fashion and decided to try out different kinds of modeling jobs. A few of them where photographers who needed models for their artistic portfolio.
At one photoshoot, the photographer wanted me to be naked (stylish though… nothing pornographic). I decided it was okay. The photographer way actually pretty old, like 50+.
After the shoot he called me to him to look at the camera at some pictures he shot. He was sitting in a chair and I was standing. He made a joke about that he saw I was semi-hard and that he liked how comfortable I was with being naked. Then, he quickly took my dick in his mouth (without using his hands) and started sucking me off. I know he was old and sutff, but it kinda felt nice. I was kind-of in a 'a mouth is a mouth'-feeling at the time, so I let him suck me. He eventually sucked me long enough for me to cum in his mouth, which he swallowed. After that, I got dressed and he said "Ok, that's another thing you can put on your resume". I didn't mind actually, because it was a nice easy sexual relief for me.
After I got dressed I said I was gonna leave, but I had to go to the bathroom first. To which he said: "this might be a weird question; but since you let me drink your sperm, would you mind if I drank your piss as well? I really like that". I said: "ehmm, well.". and he said "please? you don't have to do anything, Just close your eyes, pretend you're peeing in a normal toilet". I thought "o well why not" and I did that. He drank everything, and I just left.yes, true story
Actually, that was my first experience with piss, and maybe that's the reason I like those things now... Or, it's always been in my mind, I'm not sure.. -
I think that photographer one is the hottest story yet, even though I'm not into watersports at all.
Anyway, near my last apartment, there was a huge wilderness preserve/hiking park set aside. I'd heard that it was a cruising area, but never had the guts to check it out until I had moved to within walking distance. Then, I'd pretty much spend my afternoons there from spring until fall, whenever I had it off. I wouldn't always hook up, sometimes I just liked to walk or enjoy the sunshine, or swim at the confluence where the warm, slow-moving creek poured into the fast, cold river. But I digress.
There are two scenarios I was in that felt the most like a porn event.
In the first, there's a spot in the cruising area with a tree that has bent over on its side. Most guys use it as a bench, but it's actually quite comfortable to just lay on, as the bark has been warn smooth. One day, I took my shirt off and stretched out, and waited. As guys came by, I'd either blow them, or jack them off and invite them to cum on my chest. I was hoping to gather multiple guys at once and turn it into a bukkake scene, but there is too much paranoia that such a gathering would attract unwanted attention from local law enforcement (they almost never patrol, but one must always be watching). In the span of about ninety minutes, I did manage to get five different guys to spray my chest, though. It was super hot.
The other one happened in fall, when the leaves are falling and the park empties out of not just cruisers, but also those going to enjoy the beach, sunshine, and water, too. It's a great time to just go for a walk, and when there aren't lots of people around, there's plenty of wild animals to observe, too; mammals, birds, reptiles, and lots and lots of dragonflies! But this day, I wasn't really interested in all of that, I wanted to meet someone.
After patrolling for a while, and dodging out of site of a couple guys who didn't strike my fancy (hey, if I'm cruising, I reserve the right to be shapeist/ageist - you have to strike my fancy enough to get me hard!), this attractive guy, maybe late twenties, came by. He was dressed pretty warm, but he was also walking three small dogs. Animals usually mean "don't mess with me, I just like the trail." So I continued past him, and greeted him politely. I watched as he went past, and he looked over his shoulder at me about five times in the next twenty feet. How could I resist that?! So I switched directions and began to follow him, staying a good fifty feet back, so I didn't look like a stalker.
He continued to look over his shoulder at me, smiling each time. But he was also still moving. Finally, he got to where he was going, a spot where, even with leaves down, the shrubbery was thick enough that it was hard to see through them. Made sense to me. I saw him duck down the trail to the right into said spot, and I went around the trail to the left, which went down to the creek, then came up from the bank to where he had just ducked in. Sure enough, he grinned broadly as I came up. He'd tied the dogs' leashes to a stump and was already jacking off. Just like in the pornos, I just walked up, took his dick in my own hand, and we began to make out. He was an incredible kisser, and found all of my best spots right away. We made out for a good while, not caring that one of the ugly guys I had ignored earlier was watching from nearby, hovering back and forth, hoping to get sloppy seconds.
As we kissed, he opened my pants and put his hand inside, pulling out my hard meat, and making impressed noises. Mind you, he was a bit bigger, but I guess he was tired of the smaller guys around the area, and was glad to find someone close to his proportions. It only took him a few seconds before he tasted me. Now, when I'm really turned on, I won't last very long at all in someone's mouth, so before I came, I pulled him up for more kissing, then switched. He proved to have much better endurance. When I stood up to give my knees a break, we both peeled off our shirts, hanging them in the branches. It was cold, but we were keeping each other plenty warm. He admired my hairy chest, sliding his fingers through it, and I ran my hands all over his smooth, toned body as we kissed more.
Eventually my hunger for his cock surpassed my sore knees, and I went down again. His pre was flowing and I savored its taste as much as the light musk he had developed by mid day. Thus turned on, I didn't notice that one of the dogs, the dachsund, had come over and was sniffing at me, until I felt it licking at the pre dripping from my own dick. I started to laugh, and didn't really care, but my new friend was mortified and pushed the dog away with his foot, apologizing profusely.
Before long we were making out again - he really was an excellent kisser, and he seemed to think the same of me, because the kissing was passionate and long - and then I found myself jacking furiously and sprayed the forest floor, along with my shoes, with the fruit of our mutual labor. The dogs began to lick it up, and I was going to finish him off when his phone rang. He answered, and it turned out that he had to go. We both dressed hurriedly, and I waved him off, sorry that I didn't get to return the favor, but not surprised, as few guys who cruise there stick around after the first cum shot. At least this time, he had a real reason to go. We shook hands, and he headed his dogs out, while I deliberately walked in the direction away from our audience, leaving him no hope for seconds.
That's about the hottest scene I've ever had down there.
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So many - on an overnight train from London to the South West, full compartment, in the days when there were compartments that sat 8 people, fell asleep and woke up to see my neighbour jacking off with the guy opposite. The neighbour very embarrassed and got off the next stop. The guy opposite, very sexy, saw I was interested and we made our way to the toilet and sucked and fucked for the next 30 minutes or so. Cum flew everywhere.
Cottaging in the late 70's in Bristol, some enterprising dude had drilled a 2 inch diameter glory hole in the marble separating wall, and having a monster dick pass through and stroking and sucking it to orgasm. racing out the cubicle to catch sight of the guy I'd sucked to find it was an old school mate.
There was an underground toilet outside of Temple Meads Station in Bristol triangular in shape, stalls on two sides of the triangle, and cubicles along the third wall, and a washroom built into one side which acted as a hidden place for guys to jack off in together and sometimes more. There were steps coming down to the apex of the two sets of pissers which gave guys time to dress up quickly whenever footsteps were heard of someone approaching, and sometimes when there was action on-going, a guy would stand watch and cough when someone was approaching. One day, I walked down the steps, a guy I knew was on watch duty, and nodded to me towards the washroom. Eight guys were in there working over one naked guy, a la Tom of Finland, needless to say, I joined in.
Then there was the nudist gay beach at Plage des Cassernes, near Bayonne, with action in the dunes and pine forest. Tons of fun there, almost like Cadinot, with French, Arab and Africans all together.
Lots more…..........
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Yes, I am the bottom:
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Sorry to necromance but it's been a while since I've logged in… I didn't know GTRU would work through the Great Firewall, and I've moved behind it.
While I was preparing to move here, I had closed out my apartment and so was staying at my parents' place. You can imagine that this left me without many opportunities to take care of myself, so I took them when I could. Well, one weekend, they had gone out of town and left me in care of the house. I decided to order pizza for dinner.
I'd been talking to a deliver guy on Grindr. I had done that myself years back and he laughed when I told him that people had always asked me whether I'd yet had someone answer the door naked. He said he got the same question, and no, no one ever had for him, either. I offered to change that the next time I had the house to myself. So it wasn't quite the unplanned scene the movies make it, but we had fun anyway.
We tried it once but there were multiple drivers and the boss wouldn't send him to my run, even though I requested him. Oh, well, the food was good, and it meant I didn't have to make a mess in my folks' kitchen, so it was worth it.
The second time we tried, he was the only driver. I had just come from a run, and missed the fact that he loved a musky, sweaty guy, which means that I answered the door wearing nothing but the towel I had used for my after-run shower. He followed me in to the house and set the pizza down while I sat at the counter and signed for it. Then he opened my towel and got to business. After feeding him my cum, he said he couldn't stay because they'd be looking for him (it didn't take long... I'd been prepping in the shower), so we said goodbye and off he went, while I got to eat the pizza. I left the country soon thereafter, so we never got together again.
