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Doesn’t anyone just fuck anymore?

I would like to make the acquaintance of a horny, masculine 45 to 60 year old Daddybear. I would like to get together at least weekly at either the baths or a cheap motel of our choosing for some good ol' fashioned, straight-ahead sucking and fucking. I'm 5'11", 250 lbs., bushy bearded, barrel-chested, flat-topped, with "equipment" down below that many a partner has remarked I know how to use very, very well.

I'm looking for the stereotypical "suburban Daddy" type. Think Brian Dennehy in the 80's, current “Veep” co-star Kevin Dunn, or the late James Gandolfini. Burly, masculine, hairy, and horny as fuck. Clean-shaven would actually be a plus. I have a thing for nice solid beach-ball bellies.

A couple of "musts:" My future playmate must be 420 and poppers friendly. No exceptions. Preferably, he would be a connoisseur of both, and have no hang-ups about using either for fucking. I’m not arguing this point, but I’m also not compromising on it either. If you have an issue with that, then, by all means, keep on scrolling.

Second, reciprocal barebacking is an absolute requirement. I don't do condoms, period. I am negative and on PrEP, and plan on staying that way; but I love the feel of cock directly in my ass too much to give it up. This is non-negotiable. We fuck raw; and I expect to be loaded fore and aft as much as humanly possible. I love to see my cum dripping out of another man’s ass; just like I love feeling another man’s baby batter running out of my hole and down onto my spent balls.

When we get done with our weekly session, I want my beard to smell of the sweat of your crotch, my balls hanging empty, completely drained, and my ass dripping salaciously with your semen. I'm completely versatile, with a slight preference for bottoming with older men. I expect us to exchange loads, have a laugh, maybe a cigar and a scotch, and come back again for the same thing the following week. Consistency and reliability are absolutely essential here.

This would be an ideal situation for a closeted married man who needs some man-on-man action on the side. I would gladly be your new "poker buddy," who would swing by to pick you up for our weekly "card game."

A few additional points:

I don’t give a flying crap about your fetishes.

Utter one word about politics at any point in time from either side of the "aisle," and I will ghost you so hard, I will leave cartoon "whoosh" marks in my wake.

Get over your issues with the bathhouse. Logistically, if I can’t host and you can’t host, it is perfectly acceptable for two consenting adults to go to the facility in our own damned community that is made specifically for men to gather together in relative safety to fuck their brains out. If, for some inane reason, you just can’t be seen going into the place, then our uglies aren’t ever bumping.

I’m not playing a role-playing game with you.

Neither of us is wearing a goddamned costume to fuck. (Throw that stupid leather dog mask out right now. The word “pup” is a massive, massive turn-off for me and most others.)

I’m not here to receive or inflict pain. I’m not tying you up. I’m not beating you up.

I’m not interested in contracting or sharing your disease.

Know how to clean yourself and have at least a working knowledge of the basic mechanics of gay sex. Ass-sex isn’t happening unless you shower and thoroughly wash your man-hole. That doesn’t mean you need to go through some elaborate and expensive douching ritual, rinsing and re-rinsing until the water “runs clear.” Just stick a soapy finger up your hole and clear the damned passage out. It’s really not that hard. And for fuck’s sake, hand lotion isn’t anal lube. Grow up. Have a little respect for your body and your sexual well-being. Go to an actual sex shop and spend the $20 to get yourself some real “personal lubricant.” Get yourself educated in man-on-man fucking, and at least try to look like you know what you’re doing.

I’m not responding to days’ worth of inane interview questions via text. Either you actually want to get naked and get off on a regular basis, or you can go pound sand. I’m not sitting for a (blow) job interview with you. It’s not a very hard decision.

And for cripe’s sake people, it’s nearly 2021. If you can’t take a clear (i.e., “in focus”) full-body picture of yourself and your face with the smartphone in your hand, then it just isn’t going to happen between us. Enough with the blurry face pics from 20 years ago. Enough with the dark nebulous “down there” body parts. Just take a clear picture of your face and your body and be up-front and willing to share them, or just fucking forget it. I don’t have time to play this stupid “will he / won’t he” game anymore.

I have asses to fuck and semen to spew. Let’s get back to that.