Let's Be Gay Foreplay

I'm the rubber sheets because no amount of douching will eliminate the curry you had tonight.

I'm the spanking because it's taking a while for the cialis to kick in.

I don't exist

I’m the questions on your tattoo, that one on your sss cheek.

Assssss*

I'm that beautiful moment during kissing where you finally feel his fingers start to unbutton your trousers.

I'm pretending that farts are my kink because I'm old and just can't stop

I'm the VPL and the hands free bouncing as I sit across from you manspreading for miles.

I'm the soap dripping down my face, my neck, following along my treasure trail, all along my dick and forming a perfect foamy heart around my balls.

I'm the grasping of cankles while shouting stick in...

"Sir, this a home depot. This is lesbian territory. Man on the land in aisle 3"

[quote]Man on the land in aisle 3

Hahahaha! "Man on the Land" will never not make me laugh!

I’m the penis that comes out. Only 5 inches. Great, 62.5% ROI.

Oops OP. Your thread is off to a bad start.

We don't say hello. We make initial eye contact in which an understanding is reached and then just reach for cock. Who has time for hello!

I'm the grains of meth scattered among the dustbunnies on the floor that finally gets you to shutup and get on all fours.

I'm the hem of a caftan slowly rising, rising...ankle, calf, thigh, mushroom head.

I'm the caftan that is demurely lifted to expose your cocklet in all its glory but a true gentleman never raises it higher than his waist to leave some mystery to the massive roles of fat lurking beneath

^ rolls. (I know, dearest)

I'm the bondage roleplay of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane

"But you are Blanche, you are in that chair!"

[quote]and then just reach for cock.

I love this aspect of guys fucking. There's always been something I've really liked about how men just grab me when they want to fuck, like once you've both shown interest in each other it's like we say: "our bodies are each others for the next while" like we take ownership of each other. It's hot.

I'm the impromptu song at the piano bar... my resemblance to Bea Arthur brings out a longing you to connect and also informs you I have the biggest dick in the room.

r19 It's my go to as well... well, in the proper scene which are slowly becoming extinct... where you can just slam some one up against wall, bite his lower lip as your grab his cock or ass, or merely grind against him to let him know you've marked him like the wild primitive beast you are. But among the younger generations, it requires asking them every step of the way until you've gone dry of mouth and all interest has faded.

I'm the pre-cum.

R21, yeah I know what you mean (and I'm even of a younger generation myself, though not Gen Z). I dunno, obviously dudes need to show interest in each other first, and if anyone says "don't" or "stop" then you stop immediately, but there's something very manly about the way we interact with each other sexually, almost primitively, as you say. Ah, damn, I can't explain it without coming out wrong. It's just, well I love that we can be more primal with each other and it's an understood, unspoken connection we can have as men.

[quote]I'm the pre-cum.

My favourite! My underwear is always sticky by the time a guy pulls the waistband down.

Let’s trim that out of control tangle before we get bizz-ay…

r23 Many would point out that it's Z's difficulty with reading body language and the over the top lectures on informed consent in place of safersex and establishing boundaries. Universities trying to avoid claims of date rape... rather than just telling them to create porn... have the confirmation on video for the public to judge whether or not they were coerced or too fucked up to consent.

I'm the shaving.. of heads, groins, other body parts. On the surface, I'm benign, mundane... but I represent a homoerotic quality as he firmly manhandles your face to move you into place and gently strokes his hand across your fresh stubble.

I'm sweat, stank, pheromones filling your nostrils stronger than any bottle of poppers could... wearing his jock like a face mask as you consume the musky scent of his ripe dick

I'm the wet spot on his pants from the precum.

I’m the Grindr ping.

I'm the pinning against walls, the slap across your face as he forces you to suck on his dirty finger that traces your body down but never touches the promised land as he flips you over, hard press against the wall, whiskey on his breath, pot belly pressed against your back, whispering in your ear, do you want it?

I'm the hail mary, the two snickers and a coke

I'm the parked cars, rolled down windows, guys with furtive glances, constantly adjusting their stick shifts.

I'm the lesbian couple, trying to ward off LBD, I'm only in this thread because we thought we'd give cruising a try but since we're the only women here... we're stuck with each other.

I'm the "str8" guy that's desperately trying to ignore I'm with a dude.. foreplay for me, is a sports game or whatever he treats me to.

I'm the awkward small talk from the married guy with an eight day load that never takes his ring off.

I'm the pudgy cuddleslut that will be transformed into just another hungry pigslut, gymbunny, fuckboy after three sessions or less.

I'm the edging with an elder because has a niche.,. he has to develop some kink at his age, so as little as being obsessed with violet wands, tens and an assortment of vibrators, he's going to milk a long line of twinks' prostates from the inside out... because this his niche, his hook when neither his age nor body can compete

I'm the "woof" from the bear that informs you that you're hot and he's down for anything.

I'm the money already on the dresser because it's our third appointment and trust has been established.

Big mistake.

I'm my dad giving me a big smile as soon as Mom is out the door to visit Grandma for the day.

I'm the lisping, mincing, man purse carrying, effeminate guy that hates this toxic display of masculinity and raw sexuality.. I desperately want to fuck or be fucked by all of you but disdain and bitterness is my mating call, so I'll have to settle for being pegged by angry fraus.

I'm the desperate digging for a not so used condom because I'm all out

I'm the docking, the shared foreskin over a cut cock... the heavy layer of smegma making it feel as if you're jacking off with cottage cheese

I'm the snakebite kit applied to your nipples, the titty and groin twisters... all those playground games that bordered on abuse... you were always way too into. Even a game of Coppers and Robbers, always ended with you tied up and aggressively interrogated. An eyebrow or two may have been raised but no one ever questioned why.

I'm the gay event or the way too packed club... the sea of hands and bodies all over as you make your way through the crowd to the object of your desire.

I'm the payment to the bath house.

I'm the chafing on your cock because since they took woodshop out of the schools, young men these days just don't know how to make a good gloryhole.

I'm "drop your pants and let's see what you're packing."

I'm the Trump mask you wear because a hate fuck is the best fuck.

I'm the dry humping of team mates because every team sport is about domination and submission... determining who the true alpha is.

I'm the young attendee that operates the hydraulic lift to get you into the sling

I'm the sex pillows and dildos when you have to expand your horizons

I'm the phallic foods you eat all day long to prepare for your hookup

I'm the buttplug that escaped it's harness and rolled across the office floor... that was also preparing you for your hookup

I'm the friends that know you're hooking up and sending you encouraging messages like "you're a fat slut"

I'm the baptism in the hot tub of carnal knowledge, which if you emerge std-free... you'll be reborn anew and free of mortal sins.

I'm the popping of the pox

I'm the draining of fluids from the last twelve guys that fucked you raw into a wine flute to drink of their essence and replenish your vitality for the next line of tricks.

“Your collection of porcelain bells is MASSIVE!”

I'm the jealous slap fight in the parking lot because your partner can smell the leakage from your cheating ass and you become a viral hit on publicfreakouts which oddly enough improves your relationship and leads to better sex because you're now an internet famous couple and money can buy happiness.

I'm the cold bottle of Yuengling you give your CL hookup. He is a Construction site boss who sit down on your Leather chair naked, chugs his beer and says'You got 2 hours Faggot, get me another beer" 2 hours later, he is asleep in the chair!!!

I'm the comic and other entertainment event that is one big softcore orgy for the shy, awkard and otherwise socially inept.

I'm the gaymer with the vibrating controller held over my joystick ready and willing to drive you to edge of ecstasy with classic video games.,

I'm the turkish wrestling

I'm the oversized cigar that's going to kill me by 60 but is part of the costume that makes you want to worship my cock

I'm the same cigar that's rubbed against a tight litlte twink's rosebud like an intern in the white house.

I'm the plumber's crack.. that ain't whack, flowing with the beer you poured down his back with his hungry hole screaming eat me

I'm the jacking off.. back to back.. side to side.. slowly to mutual and inevitable frottage before inevitably figuring out other things you might do.

I'm the college hazing that you made you the man you are today.

I’m the lube, gently rolling down the curve of your right hand.

We’re the rescue pets who know he’s lying; Daddy asks everyone to spank him. We worry.

It’s that time when you both compare who leaks more, he always does.

I'm the glances at the urinal trough, the crossing of streams and the playful splashing of piss onto the drunken pig doing the backstroke willing to do anything if someone will buy him another beer.

I'm his dick head sliding in and out of your obese navel. It really does nothing for you but this is the world of feeders/chasers. You just hope it leads to some real action soon.

I'm the politically incorrect roleplay that makes you feel damn well awkward but you moved to the middle of gayhell nowhere, so you should expect most of the guys to have hangups and dysfunctions they can only workout through really bizarre kinks and fetishes

I'm Miss Lindsay Bell Bo-Peep and I seemed to have lost all my sheep, will a kindly gentleman help me find them?

I'm the undeniable attraction experienced between every Joan and Bette drag queen that results in catty snide comments with each other turns into a hair pulling fight of erotic delights.

I'm the lesbian or frau that's paying you to act out her erotic fanfiction. It has to be you because lesbian and str8 porn is too misogynistic. So, get at it boys!

I'm just the guy naked as the day he was born, hiding his crotch with a guitar and singing anything he damn well wants to.

I'm the 420 from the retied ancient exec that was too busy to ever get married , which was probably denial for being a homosexual and putting all that energy on his work to ever come out, that now is attempting to capture all the things he should have when he was younger.. smoking a joint just brings all of it down and with expendable income, he gets the real good strains to share with guy that just wants to socialize with their cocks out.

I'm the milkshake that brings all the boys to yard, damn right, it's better than yours. I'm not really gay, I'm just fat. fat, lonely, horny, wanting to be loved, wishing someone, anyone would find me attractive and there's a subset of gay men that do... they boost my self esteem, make me feel wanted, help me in becoming the best I can be. So, a little butt stuff isn't that big of deal between friends.

I'm the lacrosse game that ends with sticks up your butt and bros shaving your nuts. like for real, dude!

I'm the babyfag out in the parking lot of the club his fake id couldn't get him into, chain smoking and doing push ups against the fire hydrant, telling you exactly what he wants.

I'm the hoveround witht he cart that keeps 'accidentally' tapping your ass in the grocery store.

I'm the rush of whatever chemical in the brain causes the intense horniness we get, where you really can't think of anything except how close you NEED to get to this other man (or men, in some cases), including taking him inside you or getting inside of him.

I'm the concerto of squeaking beds from the guy in the next bunk who soon harmonizes with you as you join in from afar...

I'm three taps of your foot in the restroom stall

I’m the perfectly synchronized glances you both take over your shoulders just after passing each other on the sidewalk.

I'm the shotgun circle where everyone takes a puff to person next to them, across from them.. eventually to that fucked up str8 boy that will experiment and play you like a fiddle and eventually break your heart.

I'm the classic goodnight kiss.

You weren't really weren't expecting this...

I'm the pull of your belt.

I'm his breath on your lips.

Fumbling hands, keys, door

I’m the “Mommie Dearest” roleplaying involving wire hanger spankings, setting lotion, cold cream and choking.

I'm the cool night air hitting your arse as the stranger you just met pulls down your trousers. Something so simple can send all your senses tingling, as you are hugely aware of all the "wrongs" you are about to do: to do it with another man, to do it in public, to do it with a stranger... all the things that aren't actually wrong, but you've been told they are all your life get you so excited as you realise you are standing in public with your pants down around your ankles.

The best whore is a committed one. Professional bottoms know ideal foreplay requires full body worship of your top. Get him rock hard with your mouth and hands. He will be so grateful you'll get a minimum of two loads that night. Start with licking and sucking his nipples, sniff and lick his armpits, sniff his crotch, gently lick his balls, get his cock super slick and wet, eat his ass, and then signal full submission by licking his feet (if they're pretty). I even will lick his neck, ears, and if he's bald or has a buzz cut, the top of his head. They're so surprised to be with such a full service partner. Works every time. I always get my cum!