I have been wondering which part of man-on-man sex is the most enjoyable? Personally, I revel in the initial stages of kissing a man and exploring his body, while my excitement and erection grow. Once both of us are aroused, I enjoy mutual cock-sucking and some rimming. Whether top or bottom, my favourite position for penetration is when the bottom lies on his back with legs up, which allows eye-contact and periodic kissing while the top rides. And, of course, I crave the moment of orgasm, especially when the top ejaculates deep inside. When watching porn, my favourite scenes involve rimming and the initial moment of penetration, particularly when a chunky and hairy arse is involved. Witnessing the moment of orgasm is usually so hot too! What do other men think? Hugh Braceland
For me, it when I’m close enough a man to explore his smell. When I embrace a man, such that are checks are touching, I like to take a deep breathe of his hair. For many men, it starts the process of dissolving my inhibitions and intensifies arousal. I’ll want to head for hits pits, his chest and his crotch. It’s why I love the smell of men who’ve been athletic or doing physical work. It’s as if time stops during the inhale, like nothing else in world is there or matters. It’s just us, two bodies yearning, curious, and hungry for fusion. Close second, is the moment his cock enters my ass. It’s a moment of maximum vulnerability. I’m looking into his face for comfort that everything will be alright. Simultaneously, I want him to enjoy himself. So as my ass ring expands to accept his cock, I share my sovereignty with him, until I surrender to the raw pleasure of the moment. He controls my physical form, while I enter a state of nirvana. It’s brief, before I return to ground and it takes us grinding into each other, and his disintegration into animalistic lust to crunch out hits of profound pleasure. Alexi
Great statement Joe!
I love jacking and sucking a nice shaved pakage
For me, it when I’m close enough a man to explore his smell. When I embrace a man, such that are checks are touching, I like to take a deep breathe of his hair. For many men, it starts the process of dissolving my inhibitions and intensifies arousal. I’ll want to head for hits pits, his chest and his crotch. It’s why I love the smell of men who’ve been athletic or doing physical work. It’s as if time stops during the inhale, like nothing else in world is there or matters. It’s just us, two bodies yearning, curious, and hungry for fusion. Close second, is the moment his cock enters my ass. It’s a moment of maximum vulnerability. I’m looking into his face for comfort that everything will be alright. Simultaneously, I want him to enjoy himself. So as my ass ring expands to accept his cock, I share my sovereignty with him, until I surrender to the raw pleasure of the moment. He controls my physical form, while I enter a state of nirvana. It’s brief, before I return to ground and it takes us grinding into each other, and his disintegration into animalistic lust to crunch out hits of profound pleasure.
For me that moment when an experienced, cock sucking mouth descends upon my cock can be rapturous. A certain magic kind of BJ can make me delirious with pleasure and alter my state of consciousness. A close second to that is the moment my cock’s swollen dome enters an eager, warm ass aperture (I’m getting really hard as I type all this) and I enter that tunnel of love, sometimes slowly, sometimes with an urgent, primeval urge to thrust as hard as I can, sometimes varying it. If the person on the other end moans, shouts or cries out with pleasure that makes it even better. I also love the mutual ecstasy of a good 69 where we’re both lost in the joys of mutual cock swallowing.
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Kissing, for me, is the key moment of recognition and connection. In recent months the two best encounters I’ve had involved standing in the hallway after saying hello, drawing close, and then kissing as if we could do this forever. For me, that is the moment I know that the sex with a man is going to be fantastic, or not. Standing, kissing, then reaching underneath shirts to touch and caress chests and nipples. Again, this seems like already enough for me, I could do this forever with the right man. Nipples and chest hair are for me are already nirvana. But then hands slip down, is it simple gravity?, to bellies, soft or taut, hairy or smooth, and then lower to find cocks, cocks now hard but constricted by too much underwear. Belts are loosed, pants come down, shirts go off, and soon we are naked in bed. And then the touch and smell of the whole body are in the love game. I agree with Hugh, I love rimming, I can smell and kiss and tongue Mr. Right’s arsehole for ever. In my experience, if I’m not already feeling one body, one spirit, one soul with the man I’m rolling over the bed with as we rim and suck each other’s cocks and balls, then penetration and orgasm are meaningless. I think orgasm is the least exciting part of love making, as delicious as it can be. In fact, if the kissing is right and lasts long enough, I could say goodbye and leave, then and there.
PS Not that I ever have left there and then!
Read your post with interest! I’m a married guy, love my wife, but since early in like I have thought about sucking a dick! At middle age I finally decided to suck another man’s dick just to see what it was like! After I did I was hooked! I still felt “straight” but on occasion I would go to an adult store to suck a dick! I never considered kissing a guy but one day in a booth at an adult store with another man he hugged me and our dicks were touching! His face was next to mine and he slowly turned his face and we kissed! Then we were making out French kissing before we sucked each other! I never knew how erotic making out with another guy was until that day! After that I would go to an adult gay theater where a lot of trucker hung out! One day a nearly trucker sat down next to me and before long we were making out like the lovers we were to become. My next discovery was how different it feels wham I make out with black guys because of their bigger lips! I’m hooked on making out with guys now!
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I love the kissing and foreplay but my favourite part is when his cock pops out of his underwear and I can admire it .
What is my favorite part of sex with another man? What an interesting question! I’ve been having sex with men for 44 years and I’ve never dissected the act into ranked parts. Maybe because 100% of my encounters with men have been illicit that I just enjoy the overall thrill and move on, I don’t dwell on it, and only look forward to my next opportunity. But now faced with the question, I don’t think that I have a favorite part. Examining past encounters, I realized that my favorite part depends upon the other man himself. If he is hypermasculine and leads a “straight married “ life like myself, its definitely the kissing I enjoy because I know that its the beginning of what will be an encounter filled with an overflowing passion from two men who are pent up and frustration because of the lack of passion in our marriages. The audible gasps and guttural sighs from a manly, stubbled mouth pushing a tongue into another’s is like a gateway drug for me – I’m an instant addict and can’t wait to learn if the same mouth sucking on my tongue will feel as good when it is sucking my balls and cock.
If my partner is a more feminine man, I love seducing him and servicing him as I would a woman. Biting the nape of his neck gently, tenderly teasing his nipples, working my way down to the waistband of his underwear and breathing heavily through the thin fabric against his stiffening cock, as I would to swollen labia really turns me on, making this man my bitch and penetrating him is the ultimate goal and my favorite part will be when he accepts my ejaculate and smiles after he receives it from which ever end he chooses. If my partner has a huge cock, bigger than my own average sized dick, my favorite part will be feeling it swell to its full length and girth in my warm mouth. Its the transformation from a pliant slab of musky flesh into a turgid rod of silk covered steel, cutting off my airways that I love. After that I don’t enjoy the aching in my jaw or the constant monitoring of my teeth to make sure Im not biting this monster cock. The enjoyment has dissipated for me. If my partner is much older ( looking back at past experiences- much older for me now would be a dusty skeleton) the best part would be the happiness shining through this old guy’s face afterwards, and the disbelief that a young man just had a passionate and a mutually engaged experience with him. And now that Ive written this out and contemplated my sexual history, I guess my favorite part of sex with another man is getting a reaction from him, whether its a grunt, a rectum opening for me, a swelling cock, a gentle smile on cum covered lips, a collapse onto sweat soaked sheets…I enjoy giving pleasure.