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Used - Simply Put

Over time, I've come to enjoy totally anonymous sex.  No strings, no (or very little) talking, just straight to the point - pump-and-dump, fuck-and-go, whatever you want to call it.  That being said, I'm not usually into being dominated.  It really takes a lot for me to not start to shut down at being ordered around; in the right moment, though, anything is possible... I had just come back to London after two weeks state-side visiting family.  Lately, it seems that the immediate week after that is when I tend to get hit up the most; I guess it just seems that I'm fresh meat again.  No argument here!  One night after work, I just wanted to see if I could get a quick load to help get over jet-lag and release some pent up energy.  I posted a Quick Connect ad on bbrt, stating that I just wanted a quick anon fuck.  About half an hour later, I get a message from a hot guy nearby that was as straight to the point as I could have asked for; subject like was just "Will you.." with the message body finishing up with "lay face up on your bed and let me fuck and fill you?"  Without hesitation, I simply responded with "Yes!  When cane you come by?"  I gave him my address and he said that he'd be over in about 20 minutes.  In the meantime, I got out my dildo and put it inside me to make sure I was open and ready for him when he dropped by. He arrived at my building right on time.  I buzzed him up, and he let himself in to find me right where he asked me; face up on the bed, legs in the air, ready for him.  This is probably the first time I've had a guy come over for anon sex where he requested that I face him (instead of being ass-up and blindfolded).  He stripped on the side of the bed, where he saw the dildo on the side of me; he asked me, you've been loosening your hole for me boy?  I said "yes, sir" as he was now totally naked and made his way on top of me.  He was hard the instant he walked in, as he was there for one reason and one reason only:  to blast his seed in a willing hole.  We both took a hit of my brand new bottle of poppers and he slowly worked his way in.  I grabbed a hold of his hips to guide him in.  Once in, he spit right on my face and started slowly pumping.  This guy was going to fuck me like a little faggot and wanted me to feel worthless while doing so.  Ordinarily, this isn't my thing, but for some reason I just felt the urge to go with it. As he started thrusting in me, he said "get your hands off of me, boy!" and i pulled my hands off his hips and grabbed my legs instead - making sure I was just in the position he wanted.  He kept going, slowly picking up pace and it felt amazing.  I was moaning in pleasure and then he said "shut it boy; stop making noise!".  He kept going for a bit more.  Now I was totally quiet with my legs in the air just letting him do what he wanted.  After a bit, I wanted another poppers hit, and I asked him "Can I have another hit of poppers, sir?".  He agreed, and I took another big hit.  After that, he pumped a few more thrusts and without warning, I felt his cock twitching inside me and he said "Feel it boy? . Feel that poz seed emptying into your guts?"  I nodded yes (as I was told to keep quiet), and just let him empty shot after shot of his dirty seed in my waiting hole.  After it was done, I said "thank you, sir" and he simply just got dressed and left.  I was totally used.  This guy came over only to bust his nut in a hole, and he did; he didn't need anything else.  I see him online again every once in a while, but I'm a bit nervous to approach him; he's the one that likes to order me around, and I feel he'd think it out of place if I asked if he wanted to come dump in me again.  Maybe one day, I'll work up the nerve to go for it; hopefully, he'll accept and use me again.   Hopefully...

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LetsPOZBreed

 

Cloud Cuckoo-Land

Note: This entry relates to issues I’m still thinking about, and may be later revised if I do any more braining. —— As I read the topics and posts of this forum, I am often struck with a sense that there are two different communities here, existing side-by-side, intermingling as though they were one, yet profoundly different. I’m not talking about the poz/neg divide, or the Top/bottom divide, or the chaser/non-chaser divide, or the divide between CD/TG and M/M attraction. I’m referring to the divide between those who live this lifestyle and those who live it vicariously - those for whom this is fantasy. Fantasy has been defined as “the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable”.  A related concept is Cloud Cuckoo-Land, which is a calque of the ancient Greek Νεφελοκοκκυγία, coined by Aristophanes to describe an imaginary place where unrealistic people metaphorically reside. A discerning reader of these boards comes in time to develop a sense that some accounts of sexual adventure have the ring of truth; others, the stamp of fiction. This is not to say that there is anything wrong with those writings that express an aspiration rather than an experience - each heart must have its voice. But there are points at which the two currents cross where the difference is illuminated in contrast. For instance, on the question of “whether a true cumdump should be on PrEP”, the discussion is peppered with opinions to the effect that ‘a cumdump should take ANY and ALL toxic loads’. This is not a statement of a reasoned view; it does not consider the realistic human elements of the question that occur naturally to a person who has lived the experience; they are expressions of an imagined situational model, constructed to titillate the imaginer. Within the confines of the imaginer’s mind, this presents no issue. But injected into the arena of public discourse in the guise of experience, it muddies the waters of debate. A similar phenomenon bedevils the entire world of online gay cruising. Two groups are in the same arena, at first glance all in pursuit of the same objective, but in fact incompatibly dissimilar. On the one hand are those men genuinely attempting to meet others for real, person-to-person contact; and on the other, those whose goal is to achieve titillation by purely virtual means. The result is that the second group gets its satisfaction at the expense of the first. In a hypothetical scenario in which this forum could be successfully segregated into discrete areas, one for those discussing their actual lived experiences, and the other for those expressing their unlived fantasies, what would be the result? Would each group flourish, enabled to grow through purity of purpose? Or would the groups falter, each needing something that the other provides? Can the fantasists fully indulge in their internal creations without a voyeur’s ingestion of accounts from a real world where truth excites more than fiction? Would those who have made the choices to live sexually adventurous lives have done so without original exposure to the products of fantasy? For my part, I find the problem particularly difficult in that the true narrative of my sexual life over the last 15 years is so outside the norm that it reads like fiction. Because of the hyperbolic statements and writings men make in expression of their sexual fantasies, I run the distinct risk of my real story being dismissed as fantasy. It is as though I have encountered an actual minotaur in an actual labyrinth and been actually fucked by him with his 11” bull-cock (true story; just substitute ‘marine’ for ‘minotaur’ and ‘Fort Knox’ for ‘labyrinth’) and nobody on earth will believe that it happened to me because, well, that’s outrageous, for God’s sake. I’m actually going to try to publish an explicit written account of my experiences, but I’ll have no choice but to change the names of people and places to protect the... well, to protect the complicit. And that will do nothing but give it more of the flavor of fantasy. It makes me want to climb onto the roof of the bathhouse and shout to all the world - “I HAVE BEEN FUCKED BY MORE MEN IN MORE WAYS IN MORE PLACES THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY BELIEVE AND I WANT TO DO EVERY BIT OF IT AGAIN TOMORROW AFTER A GANGBANG TONIGHT - I LOVE COCK AND CUM AND I GIVE SWEET, SWEET ASS, I’M A SLUTTY CUMDUMP SLUT AND I’M NOT ASHAMED OF IT ONE FUCKING BIT!” And I can hear the guys in the parking lot below going, “Pft. Listen to that. He’s probably never had his lips around a cock in his life. Bless.” So I guess those of us who are really, truly, bravely, boldly living the dream must take our satisfaction in the experiences themselves, separated from the world of sexual fantasy that swirls around us. Isn’t that ironic? This is ErosWired, reporting from Cloud Cuckoo-Land.

ErosWired

ErosWired

 

What I Can't See - With a Twist

Once I was on my journey of being a total bareback slut, after the hot experience from the previous story, I felt the need to continue to explore my inner sexual desires.  It wasn't long before a message on Adam4Adam gave me my next big idea. A guy in his mid-20s messaged me asking if I would be up for letting him fuck me.  There was one catch:  he'd only do it if I blindfolded myself.  I'd never done this sort of thing before, even though I've heard of it plenty of times.  I didn't have a proper blindfold at home, but knew I had a bandana somewhere, so I said "sure" and invited him over.  His instructions to me were very specific.  He'd message me when he parked at my apartment complex so I could get in position.  Have porn playing on the television, and be waiting ass-up for him.  I followed my orders like the newfound sub I'd become.  🙂  I heard the front door open and shut, and he made his way over to me and I could hear the sounds of him undressing.  It was wintertime, so when he rubbed his hand on my bare butt, I could feel a good chill.  His profile didn't say if he preferred bareback or safe, but I'd find out when he got to my place.  I purposely didn't put any condoms out in the hope he'd fuck me raw; hopefully he didn't bring one either. He knelt down in front of me, and I started to work on his cock.  I couldn't see it, but it felt like a nice size - seven inches maybe and cut with a nice bell-end head at the tip.  I used my hands to feel around his nude boy and felt that this was definitely the body of a young twink.  Fine by me!  Keeping my eyes covered, I worked his rock hard dick for a while before moving to his balls.  I wasn't sure how much he'd let me do, as I know these situations tend to be more suck and fuck only.  I figured if I tried something off-limits he'd get me to stop right away.  Thankfully that didn't happen.  He even let me rim him for a little bit as well! After a bit, he whispered in my ear for me to turn around and face away from him.  He was ready to fuck.  At this point, I had a really nervous feeling as I didn't quite know what to expect.  He put his cock right up against my hole and just rubbed in the crack for a bit.  I could feel that it was uncovered; this young boy was about to bareback me!  I could hear and feel him spitting downwards, and soon enough, he was working his natural lube all over his cock and my waiting receptor.  He didn't go in easy at first, but at some point, we reset and he let my hole guide him in.  Once there, I held his cock in me for a little bit and then let him start working me.  This guy wasn't much of a dirty talker, and instead it was just the sound of his moaning and grunting.  He kept at it with a mid-speed pace and it felt great; I just let him keep at it and let the noises come naturally out of me. About ten minutes in, I could hear a slight change in the tone of his grunts.  Figuring I knew what that meant, I blurted out "yeah, you about to cum?"  He then kept going "yeah.....yeah", followed by a few forceful thrusts that had the distinct feeling of warm fluid.  He was blasting his young seed inside me.  After he was done he pulled out and got dressed.  I heard the door shut as he left, and it took everything I had not to sneak to the bedroom window to try and get a quick glimpse of him as he made his way to his car.  About 20 minutes after he left, he sent a message saying "Thanks pig.  You should let me do that again sometime."  I told him to let me know next time he wanted to dump a load again and I'll make myself available to him.  One burning question remained (in my head at least):  his profile didn't mention his status - and neither did mine.  I finished off my response with "not that it matters, but are you poz or neg?"  His response:  whichever one you think I am.  🙂   He came by a couple more times, giving me a few more loads of his jizz.  Every time, I imagined that I was getting pozzed by some innocent-looking young guy who wanted nothing more than to drop his babies in a willing hole.  By the second time, I made sure I got a proper blindfold.  I've used it plenty of times since, as I've discovered just how much hotter sex can be with your sense of sight deprived.  It's fine tuned my sense of hearing - the sounds of a guys voice as he gets ever closer to emptying his pent-up energy inside of me.  This first experience was only the beginning.  There'd be lots more to come....

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Taking My First (Knowingly) Poz Load

I figure after a couple of initial stories, I'd give you fine fellas the one you all came here for... I've never really considered myself a "chaser".  I got fucked bareback for the first time when I was around 20, but I didn't actively seek it out.  A guy I'd met at the local gay bar that evening took me back to his place and just stuck it in unwrapped.  I wanted to say stop, but I just couldn't say no.  From there on, I was hooked; although, I tried not to do it too often.  Fast forward a few years and I turned into a total bareback slut.  I found out that I really hated bottoming for a guy wearing a condom as it felt too uncomfortable.  There was only one way to do it:  skin-on-skin raw.  From there on, it was only a matter of time. A few years (and a new city) later, I was logged on to bbrt and a guy visiting my city gave me a quick "Oink".  I checked out his profile to find a good looking guy; not mucular, but not out of shape, who had a nice looking cock with a very pronounced vein on the top that started bulging under his skin right under the head.  Checking the rest of his profile, I liked what I saw and then got to the bottom corner:  My Status - Positive.  I was super nervous, but intrigued at the same time.  I replied back saying that I liked what I saw and unlocked my photos in return.  We agreed that I'd meet him at his hotel room for an afternoon fuck.  I arrived at his hotel with my heart practically beating out of my chest.  I'd been fucked bareback countless times before that, but this was the first time I was going to get fucked by a guy I knew was poz at the outset.  I wasn't sure if I'd go through with it, but a deal is a deal and I wasn't going to stand him up. He let me in, and we made out a bit - making our way over to the bed.  We weren't exactly in a rush, and took our time; loads of kissing and slowly stripping of piece by piece.  After a bit, I slipped off his boxer-briefs to reveal his rock hard veiny member.  It wasn't that large - maybe around six and a half - but had a pronounced curvature to the right.  It was quite beautiful, and I just had to get my mouth around it for a while.  As usual, I took my time and let my top dictate when he was ready to move on.  He let me go for a good bit, moaning in ecstasy the whole time; must have been about 15-20 minutes of it with me alternating between fast and slow.  In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if he knew I was neg.  It wasn't actually stated on my profile, as I simply put "ask me" as my status; needless to say, he didn't ask.   He soon stopped my bobbing on his throbbing cock, and came around the back of me to give me a good rimming.  Ever since the first time I had a guy do that, I found that a good rim job practically makes me beg for cock!  Similar to how I prefer oral, I let my top just keep going rimming my hole until he's ready to stop - knowing that he's prepped my hole good and well for what comes next.  He could tell that he was doing a good job as I kept moaning pleasurably and kept arching my back and ass into his face wanting him to bury his tongue deeper inside me.  Soon enough, he rose up, spit on his hand and gently carressed my hole while he wiped his spit on his cock - no lube; this was going to be interesting. The moment of truth was here.  He pushed his cock into me gently, and I slowly let him inside.   A million thoughts were now going into my head.  His cock felt good; his motion was accomodating (not too fast or slow); however, my nerves were getting to me.  My top could sense that I wasn't fully relaxed, and offered to stop for a bit.  After a short break, we started again; this time feeling a little more at ease.  He kept pumping into me for a bit, lasting around 10 minutes or so, before he could tell that I was tensing up again.  Fuck - why was I just not letting this happen!  He slowly jerked his cock and said that he wasn't going to last much longer.  That seemed to be all that needed to be said.  At that point, something inside me snapped into place, and I asked him to go back inside me.  He pushed slowly back in, and started working me again; beginning very slow and slowly picking up the pace.  All of a sudden, I was far more relaxed than before; my top now noticing me fully release myself to his pleasure.  He never said this out loud, but a small part of me got an inkling that he knew he was about to dump his poz load into a neg ass.  Working his pace up a bit more, I could hear his sounds starting to change; the kind all tops make as their breaths shorten due to their bodies getting more tense in anticipation of release.  I knew what I was about to get.  My moans turned into "yeahs" and "fuck yeahs" and he started pumping harder.  Next thing I know, he pushed all the way in, and let go.  We looked deep into each others eyes as he grunted with every shot being emptied inside me.  I reached forward and grabbed the small of his back to make sure he didn't slip out.  I'd just (knowingly) taken my first load of poz cum.  I suddenly felt free.  My top could sense my relief - even though he never vocalised it.  He stayed inside me until he softened up and fell out.  I then reached forward and felt my wet hole; bringin my fingers forward, I saw a bit of white goo with a slight pink tint to it.  That must have happened when I tensed up due to nerves.  Whatever the case, I then discovered my affinity for the forbidden fruits of my sexual labour.  We parted ways shortly after. He came back through town a few times afterwards, and we always made time to meet up for a repeat.  To this day, I get the feeling that he knew he was likely the one that may have converted me.  He made me into the bottom slut I've become, and I'll be forever grateful...

LetsPOZBreed

LetsPOZBreed

 

Popping My Berlin Cherry - Part IV: the Finale

After a great night's sleep, I figured I'd spend the bulk of my last full day in town to do all the touristy stuff.  Having quite the evening the previous night, it felt nice to take a break from constantly being bent over and stuffed full.  Berlin is a great city, and I wanted to take it all in - no puns intended. After taking the day to relax, I thought I'd try my luck at getting one last good fuck of the weekend to cap it all off.  Based on what was happening on the apps, I wasn't alone!  Every bottom boy frustrated by taking far more cocks than loads was looking for their last hurrah.  I had a few prospects, but they turned out to be flaky or too far away to be practicable.  I nearly gave up when I got an alert from my phone about a new Planet Romeo message.  I checked out the profile to find a stunning German blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk starring in the photos.  Probably the first "local" that messaged me all week.  Coming from a touristy city already (New Orleans), it's a well known fact that the locals leave town during big festival weekends and only return once the madness dies down.  This guy was no different. His profile was very direct - one thing I love about German men.  It mentioned the "orange" of the hanky code - basically anything goes - and had a trove of pics of all sorts.  He was upfront, however, and said that this particular evening he really was just looking for a good old fashioned fuck.  Fine by me!  He gave me his address and I made the short walk over.  What I didn't realise was that this short walk took me right through the heart of a well-known block of female prostitutes.  I was polite, but clearly went on my way.  I found my way to his building and he buzzed me in. Leaving my shoes at the door, we settled inside and immediately started passionately kissing.  He was totally nude when I arrived, but I was in my tank-top and jeans; the jeans quickly slipped off revealing my brand new black briefs matching my top.  His cock was rock hard, and I did what any boy would do and dropped straight to my knees to service it.  It was a very nice size; maybe around 8 inches or so, average thickness, and obviously uncut.  This wasn't the night to be slutty, so I treated it like it was a normal get together with a well-known fuckbuddy.  This turned out to be a natural thought as he very closely resembled a guy I knew back in London that I'd always fantasised about but never hooked up with.  My mind just imagining my London buddy being the one on the receiving end.  After a while, I stood up for another good snog, and he returned the favour and worked my cut cock as well.  After a good bit of passionate foreplay, he led me to his bedroom where the fun continued.  I gently dropped back first onto his mattress with him falling on top of me as we continued making out.  We went for a second round of mutual oral before he reached for his bottle of lube situated right by the bed. He put just enough on his erect tool and also on my hole to get it ready.  After all of the dick I'd taken in the previous day, I was nervous that he'd fall in TOO easy, but to my satisfaction it was a perfect fit.  I guided his hips forward to ease him inside and we started fucking.  This was very intense.  Not too fast, not too slow, just a nice rhythm changing pace as need be.  No words were spoken, we just let our natural man-sounds guide our way.  I was in bottom heaven!  This is exactly the kind of fuck I was hoping to cap my week off with.  I laid back and let my hunky German top just do whatever he wanted in whatever way he wanted while I just took it and responded with the pleasurable moaning that only comes forth naturally with a good deep down dicking. He went on for at least 20 or so minutes when the moment finally came:  "I'm getting close boy" As good as the fucking was, I was extremely turned on at the anticipation of how awesome the finish would feel.  I reflexively exclaimed out "fuck yeah, give it to me" in response. "Beg for it!  Tell me you want it in that slut hole!" After a whole session of no words, this is the part where our true piggy selves came out, and I started begging and pleading for his cum. "Yeah man, breed my slut hole!  I want your cum so bad." He ordered me to start pinching his nipples and continue begging.  After another minute, his face contorted into that face we bottom sluts know all too well - the "O" face.  I continued begging until I could feel that hot warm goodness build up as it unleashed in my hole.  Both of us grunting in ecstasy as my stud emptied his built up seed deep inside me.   To my surprise - and pleasure - he didn't rush to pull out afterwards and went back to snogging me while still inside of me.  He shot his wad, now he wanted me to shoot mine!  We kissed more, which I started working my cock.  Getting it to full attention, I started working it a little more fiercely and let out my pre-ejaculative moans.  He went down to my cock and engulfed the head right as I started squirting - emptying 2 days of seed into his willing mouth.  I must have let out at least 10-15 squirts, not including a couple of aftershocks.  He came back up to my face with a grin, and I knew what he was about to do.  He kissed me open mouth with my wad still inside - a snowball in September.  A fitting and intense end to what was at that point the sluttiest weekend of my life.  We hung around continuing to kiss more until we both caught our breath.  A quick chat afterwards, and I got dressed again and made my way back to my hotel.  I told him if I was ever in the area again, that I'd look him up for a repeat.  I arrived back at my hotel and had another good nights sleep with an ass full of jizz for the second night in a row.  The next day was the journey back home.  I didn't know what to expect when this wild weekend started, but I don't regret it one bit.  I knew one day I'd return for another weekend of debauchery, but I wanted to give it some time so that it didn't feel so routine.  I planned on skipping Folsom the following year and returning the year after to see if the experience would be any different and sluttier. Until we meet again...Danke Shoen, Berlin!

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Popping My Berlin Cherry - Part III: The Gang's All Here

I had a quick currywurst after my eventful morning, still feeling the creamy gooeyness of my morning exploit.  Finally, my first load of the long weekend! Now it was time to get ready for the evening's main event:  the Biohazard Group Sex Party.  After a quick shower, I made my way down to Schoneberg that afternoon and popped into the local sex shop to see if there was any hot new gear that I could get to show off that night.  I obviously picked up a bottle of lube - no self-respecting bottom goes without it - and a snug new black jockstrap.  I also found a selection of t-shirts with various words on them that were apparently intended to convey just what kind of slut you were; there were some for "Pitcher" (top), "Dominant", etc. - I picked up the two that I felt described me the most:  "Catcher" and "Toxic".  I was, after all, headed to a bareback sex party that evening.  I could see a small smirk from the guy behind the till once he glimsped the words on my t-shirts - hopefully I'd see him later on and he could experience it for sure. The rest of the afternoon was fairly uneventful.  I tried to find another load or two before the evening, but to no avail.  It honestly wasn't very surprising considering most guys wanted to save their cum for whatever action was abound for the evening.  At around 7 p.m., I relaxed into bed with my vibrator and made sure that there was no issue with being too tight for the evening.  Finally, after some time, the event I was waiting all weekend for came around.  I put on that brand new black jockstrap along with the "Toxic" shirt; everyone at that party knows what they were getting into, so this is no place for apologies.  I grabbed a light jacket to put over it, as it was a bit chilly that evening, and made the short walk to the club hosting the party.  There was a LONG queue outside which gave me a good idea of the caliber of men to expect inside.  It was quite a range of types, which I like - I find many types of men sexy.  One by one, we're all let inside and handed a bag to put any clothing to check in; unlike the previous evening, you had the option to remain somewhat clothed in case you were wearing any fetish gear.  I undressed down to the jockstrap and descriptive t-shirt, checked in the bag, and headed down the stairs not fully knowing what exactly was awaiting me. Although I got there fairly early, there were quite a few men already there having sex once I stepped through the main dungeon doors.  I made a slow walk-through of the whole club, checking out the men.  Afterwards, I got a drink at the bar and found an empty corner to relax and clear my head before trying for dick.  I kept my eyes peeled on any guys walking by; after the last bit of my lager, I felt a strong hand brush up against my side.  To my pleasure, it was my hot stud from the morning joining the party!  We greeted each other with a hot snog, and I let him fondle all over me as we started to attract some attention.  This turned the both of us on even more, and I whispered in his ear "let's give them a show" and then dropped to my knees to begin sucking his cock again.  A few of our spectators then moved closer, which let to a small group circling around me with cocks out just begging for attention.  I made my way from member to member until the point where my morning buddy got behind me and raised my hips.  It was time to start fucking.  One of the older guys in the group, then offered me a hit of his poppers and I took a good hit.  Slowly I felt the same thick cock glide inside me once again, and I let out a sound of ecstasy.  I was guided over to where I was leaning against the wall, bent slightly over with ass out for all takers.  Over what seemed like an hour, at least 5 guys kept taking turns stuffing my insides with meaty uncut cock.  Each time one seemed to get too close to the edge, they'd stop and let another guy in.  I knew no one wanted to blast their seed too early, but each time it made me crave their cum more and more.  After a bit, it was breaktime, the group around me disbanded, and I went to the bar for another drink and sat down to relax.  After finishing, I made my way around the club again when I caught the eye of a beefy Spaniard who intercepted my path.  We started making out and playing and then we were joined by the hot daddy with poppers from the earlier group.  The daddy stood in front of me to suck his cock which he fed me a good hit of his little brown bottle for the hot Spanish guy to have his turn.  This guy was quite the fucker, too!  His cock wasn't too huge, but what he had could work me quite well.  He said something to me in Spanish after a bit - which he could tell I didn't understand so he repeated in English:  "you should let my husband in that hot ass of yours!".  I then saw what he was talking about:  A hot blond muscle man with a thick 9 inches standing at attention.  This guy really went for it inside me.  I love it when a top fucks me so good that I'm practically screaming with pleasure.   He went for a bit and then my popper daddy took another turn.  Shortly after, one of them noticed that the sling freed up and then led me over and strapped me in.  This led to a constant tag team by the three where I'm now so horny for jizz I can't stand it anymore.  My stocky Spanish guy then took the reins again, gave me a short nod, and I grabbed on for dear life knowing that this was the moment I was waiting for.  A few more pumps and I could feel the pulsing of his six and a half inches while he groaned above me.  Once done, he slipped out and let poppers daddy back in - and just in time, too!  Another hot series of grunts and that warm sticky feeling of a man unleashing his pent-up energy all over my guts.  He took a little while after shooting before his cock was also spent, and he eased out as well.  Now the hot blond muscle man was ready as well.  He had the biggest cock of them all, and pushed the two poz cumloads deeper.  This guy was really wanting to let me know who's boss and started to get verbal as he reinserted himself inside. "Yeah boy, you love that poz cum, don't ya?" "Fuck yes, sir.  Give me that dirty seed!" "Beg for it boy!  I won't shoot until I'm satisfied you want it." "Please sir.  PLEASE!  Give me that hot poz cum!" We contined back and forth for aabout another minute of verbal poz talk and then he knew just how badly I wanted it; just how badly I needed it; just how badly I DESERVED it!  He then let out one of the loudest grunts I've heard all weekend and all nine inches of cock blasted a coating of milky man butter inside me.  Cum so fresh from the balls that you can feel the warmth of it as each rope volleys against the walls of your insides.  My three hot tops then caught their breath elsewhere, leaving me in the sling like a worthless cum-dump; just what I wanted.   By this point in the night, the crowd of the party started to thin out.  I stuck around for a little while longer and took a few more cocks, but no more loads.  This is by far the best experience I've had at a sex club to that point.  At around 5 in the morning, I figured I had as much as I could, so I got my clothes and got dressed.  I had the best night sleep that night after receiving around 4 of the biggest loads I've ever felt.  Only one more night left of the weekend, and I was wondering how I was going to cap it off.  Hopefully I could get one more good load to give this weekend the finish it deserved... **to be continued**

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LetsPOZBreed

 

Popping My Berlin Cherry - Part II: Revenge of the Bottom

Let's be honest, I love topping.  I love the feeling of empyting my built up wad inside a tight willing hole.  But my ass tends to get jealous when everyone else around me gets a bit of action.  Like a picket fence, the walls of my hole have a need to be constantly white-washed with a good creamy coat. After an eventful first day in Berlin and blasting my seed in a bottom boy, my hope was that luck would be on my side on day 2 and that I'll get a good pounding and breeding of my own - or at least more than one.  When I awoke from my previous evening's excursion, I signed online to check the apps/websites for anyone looking for the early-bird special 🙂.   It didn't take long for some interest to be feigned.  A handsome Germany guy who was staying in a hotel a few streets over invited me by for some hot action.  He showed me some pictures of a nice furry chest and a decent sized uncut tool to boot.  I freshened up quick and made my way over.  I arrived at his hotel room to find him totally naked and ready for action.  He let me in and we went for a good snog; before I knew it, I dropped straight to my knees to give his man meat a good oral massage to prepare it for what I've been waiting for. A little bit about me and oral sex:  I LOVE getting fucked, but i'm not one of those bottoms who bobs up and down on a cock for barely 30 seconds before turning around and begging to get fucked.  That, to me, reeks of desperation and is  bit of a turn-off.  I get super turned on by hearing a guy's soft moans, as he experiences the warmth of my tongue on his member.  Like any other time I've worked my mouth magic on a top guy, I suck as long as he'll let me.  I'll let him direct me when HE is ready. My sexy man let me work my magic for what had to be around 20 minutes, moaning in ecstasy the whole time.  Nothing too intense, though, so I could tell that he was nowhere near close to erupting.  After that, I felt his gentle caress on my right cheek, and I could tell that meant that he was ready to proceed to to next step.  I eased upwards until I was standing in front of him; he turned me around and gently shoved me onto the bed.  He then handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took that inaugural hit.  No sooner than I let out a post-hit sigh that he gently pushed his way inside of me.  There's nothing hotter than the gentle feeling of a thick tool working its way inside of you after you've been craving it for so long. He alternated between a good gentle lover to a hard-pounding stud over what seemed like an hour.  Every so often, I'd take another hit of Jungle Juice to keep myself wanting it more and more.  For a while it seemed like he's never cum!  Finally, out of nowhere, my hairy man gave me 4 strong pumps of his cock and I felt what seemed like the biggest eruption of spooge that I've experienced in my life!  The kind that if it were out in the open would spray literally EVERYWHERE!   We caught our breath and talked about our plans for the day.  Like me, it turns out my cum cannon top was going to be attending that evening's Biohazard party (a big sexy party for supposedly "poz only" men).  I left his hotel room saying that I hoped to see him around later at the party.  Little did I know then that my new stud would help along one of the biggest reversals of sexual fortune that I've experienced in a while... And it's barely even lunchtime! **to be continued""  

LetsPOZBreed

LetsPOZBreed

 

A Blast from the Past in My hole

Last night was hot. I usually spend every Friday night in the city kicking off my weekend by going to the backroom and or to tops' places that can host to get myself loaded up and opened up for a weekend of raw cock.  Sometime ago I had sex with a top at his place and he fucked me twice while his boyfriend sat on a chair in the room and watched me service his husband. He told me before we met that his bf did not clean cock, did not swallow loads, and if he was lucky he got a root once a week as his boyfriend was more a homemaker than a lovemaker. I remember how hot it was being the best slut I could be for the man and the look of disdain sometimes, awe sometimes as I got two loads from his husband, sucking his balls, cleaning his cock, changing fuck positions and thoroughly worshipping his 7" thick cut cock.  We swappped number prior to meeting and the top told me he would call me again for a fuck sometime. I am always ready to be fucked so I was more than looking forward to him breeding me again as  was a good hard fuck and I just love thick cocks. Yesterday afternoon I was on the train coming home from work, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to come over and get fucked. I simply said yes and told him I could be there by 8.30. I thought it would be a good way to start Friday night - go to his place, get loaded up and opened up and then head to the city for more cock or visit my Indian friend who just loves fucking me when I have loads in me.  I got there, and again his partner was there. John and I swapped pleasantries and he said "Patrick is upstairs waiting for you,  will be up shortly." I was a little bit confused as I thought "oh no a threesome with another bottom." I went upstairs and Patrick was naked and already half hard,. In no time I was down to my jockstrap and had a mouthful of his beautiful thick cock. I was enjoying giving him head when he told me to slow down as he had not come for a week. That was music to my ear. He reached for the lube and I told him it was not needed. I had douched before I left home and his cock had plenty of saliva on it and in no time at all I sat on his cock and swallowed it first slide down like a pro. In no time he rolled me over and was pumping away when his partner came into the room and again sat on the chair in the bedroom like he had before. Only this time, he started filming Patrick fucking me.  That only made me work my toosh harder and use my muscles to give his cock the best massage my hole could. I was telling him how beautiful his cock was and what a good fuck he was. In no time he blew. I could feel his cock pulsing big time, as he spurted jets of jizz into me. I immediately cleaned him up. When he caught his breath he said he felt like a beer, and offered me one. The three of us adjourned downstairs to the kitchen and while we drank our beer, I let him know I wanted round two., kneading his cock and balls with my hand, telling him what a dream fuck he was. In 15 minutes he got his mojo back and started to stiffen up and he said ready to go again. I said certainly. I got up thinking we were going back upstairs, instead he stood up - turned me around and leant me over the kitchen table. I pushed some of his seed back for lube and he proceeded to give me a great knee trembler for 15 minutes before he dropped another load in me. Again John filmed it.  There is nothing hotter than fucking another bottom's partner in front of them. I again cleaned his cock and balls, and like last time, I knew the party was over. I left so horny, telling him again anytime he wanted a hole to use I would come over.  I immediately texted my INdian friend and told him I had two loads in me if he wanted to add to the seeding. He said yes so I headed straight to his place and got two more loads and a lovely frozen cum cube to suck on while he fucked me with his cock and two dildos. It was a great Friday night. Myhole was gaping and dripping as I drove home - what a great way to start the weekend.

Ozpig

Ozpig

 

blow job to a hurt client

My client arrived to our meeting and I noticed he was physically hurt, I thought he had an accident but when we talked he told me he was involved in a fight.  I was worried, he told me it was in a bar over the weekend, but that he was ok he went to the doctor and everything is fine.  he insisted in showing me his "bruises" so I closed the door of my office and he took his shirt off. he insisted in me touching his chest and back, near his ribs where he had bruises, apparently, he was hit by a wood object.  Them he pulled his trousers down, he also had bruises in his legs. Of course, I was getting hard I was touching ( not sexually but still) this handsome 29 years old man, practically naked in front of me. but I noticed he was getting hard too.  so I told him "take everything off and lay in the desk". He did it didn't ask why or hesitated or even asked what I was going to do.  I took out a  hand cream I had in my drawer and I started to give him a back rub very lightly. he was completely naked and his hard 7-inch dick was as hard as it can be.  I  spread his legs with my hands and started touching the area between his balls and legs, I grabbed his cock and he didn't mind, so I just started sucking him. unfortunately, he was so horny and nervous that before I finish the blow job he just cum in my mouth and I swallowed every single drop. I told him that his time was up, that he needed another appointment because we didn't talk about anything from work. he dressed up and we set a new meeting next week, he just said "thank for everything if we do this often, I think I will feel much better soon" and left. 

Man4manplay

Man4manplay

 

Popping My Berlin Cherry - Part I

Five years ago, I uprooted my entire life in America for the opportunity of a lifetime:  the chance to live and work in London!  I met with a fuckbuddy of mine stateside not long after finding out.  He was a bit disappointed, as we would no longer be having sex so often, but he mentioned that once I got settled in, I should take a trip to Berlin and really pig out.  Specifically, he suggested I turn up during Folsom week and I did just that.  Booked my trip that year, and planned on staying around a few days and tour around (as I'd never been there before).  I had a plan:  spend the first few days taking cock after cock until I couldn't take it anymore and blast my pent up load into some lucky bottom boy on the last day.  Good plans, though, never seem to pan out as you'd think though. Leading up to the week of Folsom, I had some hot action with a couple guys in London.  Both, as it turned out, lived in Berlin for brief periods of time and gave me the lowdown of what to do and where to go.  That turned out to be far more helpful than I could imagine.  They were also some hot fucks, too, but I'll save that for a later post. 🙂   Turning up on Thursday afternoon, the Folsom weekend was just getting started.  After needing to catch my flight out of London at an obscenely early time of the day, I checked into my hotel near Schoneberg and took a small cat-nap.  I awoke to the most torrential rainstorm I'd seen in ages.  Thankfully, it didn't last too long.  I made my way down to the centre of Schoneberg and started exploring.  Popped into a few shops that sold various leather and fetish gear.  I had to get myself ready for the weekend that would ensue.  Picked up some lube, a harness, a new black jockstrap, and two t-shirts:  one that just said "bottom" and a second that said "toxic".  I had plans for both >:-)   It was a few hours until the evening events started, so I fired up the apps to check out the potential.  One guy asked if I was headed to the naked party that night at Lab.oratory.  I wasn't aware of that one, and I also had a fear of just being nude.  At this time, I wasn't too in-shape, but not too out-of-shape either.  I figured to just throw caution to the wind, though, and make my way there, having no expectations.  I arrived where I was handed a bag for my things and directed to the changing room where I undressed to everything but my shoes.  A hot young attendant then wrote a number on my shoulder in black marker and sent me on my way to enjoy the evening. I really had no idea where to begin.  This place was HUGE!  And the men kept flowing in, one by one.  Many different ages, shapes, and body types.  I think that put me a little more at ease.  It wasn't long before a younger guy approached me, and started stroking my cock.  He was definitely looking to bottom, which I wasn't planning to do so early in the weekend.  That didn't stop a bit slut like me though, and we found a spot and ravished each other for a bit.  I made it a point to stop short before blasting off, though, as once I shoot my wad it's very difficult and painful for me to bottom right afterwards.  We took a breather, and I told him to find me later on; figure if he really wanted my load, he'd find me at the end of the night when I was ready to blast it off. The night continued and soon enough, an older guy came up to me and started chatting me up a bit.  We snuck off to a corner, and again started stroking me like the bottom he was.  So far, my weekend wasn't going according to plan.  I didn't turn him down, though, and gladly fucked him for a while - making sure not to blast off a load too early. Many bottom men abound that night.  I continued on for a bit where I was mostly topping.  Carried on until I was ready to go, and found my young boy from earlier.  We found a small corner, and I resumed working his tight perky hole.  I'm sure like most bottoms that evening, he was expecting me to get close and then stop again.  He was wrong.  I did tease him a bit, though, and stopped stroking once I got close, but left my cock inside.  Once coming off the edge, I slowly started again.  He moaned in mild pleasure that I didn't just pull out and move on.  I kept going, slowly working up the pace until edging again.  As before, I thrusted my whole cock inside and stopped until the feeling of bursting subsided.  Then I started the slow fucking again.  It was at this second go that my bottom boy knew something was different.  He started to think he was finally going to have a man go all the way and blast him with the sticky goodness we both knew he wanted so badly.  I wasn't going to let him go without a tease and edged myself a third time before backing down.  It was then that my boy knew I was going to breed him and started begging.  I started slow fuck #4 and worked my way up slower than before.  It's at this point that I must say that since I grew up in America, I obviously am circumcised.  One benefit of that is that it seems that once my cock gets close to cumming hard, the cock head gets super firm.  If you're a bottom, you definitely notice this.  My bottom boy could feel after each edging session that my head was feeling more and more plump. Stroking a little more definitively on my fourth round, this was VERY noticeable.  I looked him in the eye, gave him a slight nod and whispered "yeah".  Even with a language barrier, a bottom knows when this means.  I start working myself up more and more and then slammed my whole shaft in and let loose.  Each intense spurt emptying inside his ass painting his insides milky white.  He exclaimed in passion feeling every last drop of my seed emptying into him.  We gave each other a finishing kiss, and I sent him on his way, whispering "now you're lubed up for the next one" as I let him walk off.  I went back to the changing room and got dressed.  Made the long trek back to the hotel and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow would deliver the action I desperately wanted and deserved. To my excitement, it did.... **to be continued""

LetsPOZBreed

LetsPOZBreed

 

Hot Hung Ginger

For the first entry, I figure I'd tell the story of the most recent hot fuck I've experienced. I must admit, I'm generally very shy about approaching some guys.  I went through a period a few years ago of living a largely unhealthy lifestyle; this was reflected in the fact that I probably looked as bad as I felt.  I made the decision to drop all the excess weight and get myself back on track, but the shyness around approaching very fit guys still lingers.  That being said, though, I really didn't want to let this opportunity slip away because I didn't go for the gusto. What attracted me to his profile (aside from his photos) was that it was very straight-forward and not overly vain for a guy with his stunning good looks.  That's always a plus for me; made him seem very approachable.  His main pic was of him just standing in front of a mirror wearing some hot light-blue briefs.  There's nothing wrong with a totally naked man, but seeing a guy down to just a hot pair of underwear drives me far more wild.  Very fit hairless chest, a head of ginger hair, and glasses completed this ensemble.  I worked up the nerve to make a shy approach with a cheeky message; to my relief, he responded fairly quickly. Turns out, he didn't live too far away and was interested in having a hot time.  He's a total top, which was perfect as I was desperately looking to get out of a recent dry-spell.  We exchanged numbers and continued setting up our sex date over WhatsApp.  Then he sent me a picture fo what he was packing.  It was MASSIVE!  His underwear pic hinted that he was no small fella, but I wasn't expecting that.  It didn't put me off in the least, and I was anxious to feel every last inch inside of me.  We set up a time and agree to meet at his place. I showed up and he let me in.  Not only did he match his pics, but they didn't do him justice!  He wasn't fully nude, but was wearing some trainers when he greeted me at his door.  We retreat to his bedroom and got confortable.  Started with some small talk, and then I started to gently rub my hands over his exposed chest.  As this was London in winter, my hands were freezing cold since coming in from outside.  This didn't bother him in the least, as my cold hands gently stroking his warm chest made for an intense sensation on him (at least according to him).  We let the experience move forward from there; leaning in for a kiss, which turned into a romantic and intimate snog for around 15 minutes.  I like unrushed kissing play.  After a few minutes in, we start to strip off a little more.  I slip off his trackies to find a rather colourful pair of briefs wrapped around his goods.  As I've said before, a hot pair of underwear turns me on even more! Once we get more comfortable and really into things, I make my way down his chest.  I had to stop at each nipple and kiss and gently tug at each one.  I love the sound a guy makes when he gets nipple play.  I then make my way down his chest further until his hot bulge is staring me in my face.  I still hadn't slipped off his briefs, and instead start working on him through the fabric, licking his shaft and sack with nothing but a thin piece of cotton separating his large tool and my willing mouth.  After a little bit of teasing, I pull his briefs to the side and give a quick brush to his manhood with the tip of my tongue.  It then doesn't take long before we both grab the waistband and remove the only thing separating us. In person, his cock looked even more massive than the picture.  I knew it was going to be big.  I gently kiss the tip of his head, and then passionately devour my first oral stroke on him.  A big turn on for me is hearing that first gentle moan on a guy as my mouth envelops his shaft for the first time.  In years of experience, I know that a good blowjob is the key to a good fuck.  I don't rush the oral pleasure, nor do I overdo it (after all, there was still more to do!).  I go down quite a ways with each stroke and occasionally deep throat as much as I can.  For a hung guy, it makes it more pleasurable when you don't insist on going all the way down on every stroke.  I pay close attention to his moans as I continue to suck; I ease up if he sounds like he's getting too far down the road, and go down for more once it subsides.  As this was my first time having sex with him, I left it up to him to let me know when he was ready to go to the next step.  After about 20 minutes, he fondled my cheek, and I moved my way back to his mouth for some more hot snogging - he was ready for the main event.  🙂 We kissed for another bit, and then he whispered in my ear "you ready for me to fuck you?".  We all know what I answered.  He lubed up my hole and gently fingered it for a bit.  When he was ready, he lubed up his cock and knocked on the back door.  I was nervous at this point knowing just how much man was about to probe my tight ass.   In my experience, there are two types of hung guys:  ones that insist on just ramming it in, and the others that know that you sometimes have to work your way in.  As for me, my preferred method of bottoming is to let a guy stick his head in, and then let me guide him the rest of the way in.  To my pleasure, he was the latter kind.  he turned me on my stomach, eased his cockhead in, and let me take it from there.  I let out a couple of deep breaths and slowly the rest of his long, thick shaft entered inside me.  I was able to work all of him inside me, where he just held it and let me relax around him.  He let me take a hit of poppers as well, which made this easier for me.  When I was ready, I slowly bucked against his cock and let him start working me.  He started slow, letting me moan in pleasure at how fucking awesome his 9 1/2 inches felt as it was massaging my insides.  As the minutes went by, he gently picked up the pace.  Not too fast, but just enough to make sure I still enjoyed it.  Just like I paid attention to his moans, he was paying attention to mine and going a little more harder as my moans intensified.  We worked our way up to where he was going full steam-ahead.  I was moaning like crazy begging him to keep fucking me at this point; and I could now start to hear his moans growing with pleasure.  I've bottomed enough to know what that meant.  Soon enough, he started asking me if I wanted his load.  A few grunts of "yeah man", and "breed me", and he then thrusted all 9 1/2 inches inside me and I could feel the hot throbs of his muscle as each shot pumped deep inside me.  Feeling a guy cumming drives me wild.  I start moaning and begging louder when I feel it.  After a few squirts, his cock relaxed to the odd spurt of the remainder, which he stayed completely inside me for.  Once that subsided, he slowly let his cock go soft until he was able to withdraw from my now satiated hole.  We laid back on his pillows and caught our breath as we basked in the intensity of what had transpired.  This was some of the hottest sex I've had in months!  After we wound down, we got dressed, kissed a bit more and parted ways, hoping we'd do a repeat.  I'd love to make him one of my new regular playmates.

LetsPOZBreed

LetsPOZBreed

2019 Slow Start

So 2019 is off to a slow start.
Had strep throat the first week of the year. Then I got to take 11 loads on a Friday and Saturday, even with a small snow storm. After that, I got an infection in both eyes, so I had some lazy nights with the cats.

We've had some heavy snowfalls and evenings with temps and windchills below zero, which means guys are not as likely to come out and play. And now my 16 year old cat is sick, so I'd rather spend time sitting with him than hiding him away while I get pounded. So here we are at January 27th and my stats: Encounters: 14.  Loads Taken: Anal: 11, Oral: 2.  Loads Given: Oral: 1, Anal: 0. Hoping to get loaded for my bday this week. But if my cat isnt better, I'll be having quiet evenings at home. 

PlowMyField

PlowMyField

 

Test

Bin neu und finde das hier noch unübersichtlich. Man möge mir die ersten Versuche zum ausprobieren verzeihen 

DaveOker

DaveOker

 

Master II

My Master allowed me to write about our first meeting. It was mid 2018 when we meet at a party.I was with a girlfriend at the party,been straight and never tought about Sex with a man.
Suddenly I saw at the bar a sexy,handsome,dominant man.I was fascinated. But stop,fascinated by a man ,no I’m a straight guy,this could not be.But I felt a strange sexual tension.I was nervous.
Later we talked,small talk first,then more intensively,and at the end of our conversation he said:
„Good to talk to another gay man“
„No No“ was my response 
„You are sure?“
„Yes“
He laughed a sexy smile, gave me his card: „If you want talk sometimes about your mixed feelings I see in your face call me“. I looked at him confused and said goodbye.
A week later I called him ..... More to come

ChubbyPig

ChubbyPig

 

Master

One of the first things my Master said,after he turned me gay. Soon you will be a good slave,when I’m done with you,and you will love it,and do everthing i want. You will love my cock,lick  my Ass,you will love the pain,everything. Since then I know there is no return,and that I love my new life.  

ChubbyPig

ChubbyPig

More gay everyday

Embracing the feminine girl I’ve always felt inside myself and her truly deviant and slutty desires has been truly liberating and life altering. Ive loved sucking cock in public restrooms, park restrooms, adult bookstores and such for over 30 years and loved every minute of it. Becoming the fem sissybitch I am today evolved naturally for me over the years and my desire to service cock grew stronger as well. I must say that once I dive headfirst into my sissification and began seeing my tits develop and grow, along with my body turning feminine before my eyes, my desire to service men went thru the roof and continues to do so. My lady whose sissifying me and I have hot lesbian sex and she squirts on me but there’s no penetration from me, I haven’t penetrated her with my clitty in over 3 years and she knows other than our lesbian sex, Its all about men and serving them and there cocks. Yes I’m a gay sissy who is getting a reputation locally as the town sissywhore and am known at area bookstores as well. I also do blow n gos  locally for men in need of a deepthroat and/or hot sissypussy. I feel myself sliding deeper and deeper down the delicious hole of full faggotry and am loving it and want more and more cock. Im truly blessed and honored 

Sissyslutalliej

Sissyslutalliej

 

Central Park Breeding

After a long day at the office I decided to head home to plan my night. Got home in record time (tnx MTA lol) cleaned out and headed to the glory hole on 8th ave. It was packed... mostly with guys standing around and the obvious hustlers. Sucked a few hung guys off and even let a couple play in my ass, BB of course. Decided to call it a night and was browsing on grindr. This tall hung pretty boy top hits me up as he is leaving his friend's house a block over. We decide to meet. His pictures didn't do him any justice. He was Puerto rican, tall and had a beard. Younger than me but was mature for his age. Early 20's if I remember correctly. We walked around the city for a bit shooting the breeze. We decided to walk through Central Park. Being a Native New Yorker you learn to steer clear of this place during the day lol. We get to the playground and hop the fence. I was just thinking he wanted to make out... Things start to heat up and he slides a finger into my wet used hole. I can feel his dick throbbing in his jeans and I was dying to see what he was packing! I reach in to feel a HUGE 8.5" thick cut dick dripping precum... took out my poppers and dropped to my knees. Two big hits and I'm going to town on his cock while he was applying spit to my hole. He spins me around and starts eating my ass; which felt so good by the way. I keep hitting the poppers and he takes the opportunity to stick his dick in my bare ass. We never discussed barebacking, status... nada. He's really going deep and I am amazed we were able to fuck in the park at night without being interrupted! It was so fucking hot. Without warning I feel him pulse inside me and groans while breeding me deep. I tighten up to make sure every drop stays in me. After that he became a regular fuck bud but then we drifted apart... work, travel etc. We still keep in touch but haven't been able to find time to link up.   

DonBello

DonBello

First loads of 2019

2019 load count: 5 anal, 0 oral. Finally over strep throat and antibiotics and had the chance to get ass-up last night.
Here is the first cock to pound my hole and breed me in 2019:
As usual, I was blindfolded and ass-up. He was followed by a half-hour fuck from a 19yo with a decent piece of meat that has been over a few times, and 2 other regulars came over to flood my guts with their loads. Then came this rock-hard cock with an upward bend. He threw a rough fuck, with merciless pounding, owning my hole. After him the snow had made the roads slick enough that guys started to flake out and I just played with my toys.

PlowMyField

PlowMyField

exhibitionism

When I first came out in Hollywood, few guys had posed naked. With the internet a virtual 'arms-race' of lewd nudity has taken place and I love it. The favorite way of guys showing off their stuff is by posing 'forced perspective', cock front and center, and SHOWING FACE, and often with the tongue out for the extra lascivious touch...  especially when they pop up on hook-up apps and let you know in no uncertain terms "Dude I ONLY DO BARE!"

rawsatyr

rawsatyr

Looking Back at 2018, pt3: Memorable Cocks

My friend with the big cockhead and exhibition streak. We fucked in his university's library and in the woods next to campus. Hoping to have more adventures with him in 2019.   The married Papi. His thick uncut cock always feels good sliding into my hole. He throws a rough fuck and always whispers in my ear how hot my hole is.

PlowMyField

PlowMyField

Looking Back at 2018, pt2: Memorable cocks

Here are a few of my favorite cocks of 2018: The only top that I will pay for Uber. He's my local BBC. I sometimes fantasize about moving him in with me so I can get pounded by that cock all the time.  The dominant daddy who pounded my hole for over 90 minutes. At the end of our session he tried to get me to buy a clone-a-willy of his cock that his boyfriend made: Two of the hung studs in Chicago that pounded me in my hotel room in November:

PlowMyField

PlowMyField

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