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I love being naked in nature in the summer. Fortunately we have a system of forest preserves in the area and each are full of walking paths a few of which lead to those wonderful clearings where men meet for incredible hook ups with a degree of sexual freedom that only comes in the free openness of the forest. Open to the world, yet hidden from society, we can be the way men are meant to be - hard fucking aggressive dicks! Look at this guy. Hid his clothes to make the effect that much better. When I came up to him I was dressed in thin nylon red running shorts, commando of course, and nothing else. Everything else I owned was left in my car. When I saw him I knew I needed that cock. We didn't say a word, no introductions, no request for permission or asks of what the other one liked. I just walked up and put my tongue inside his mouth. After just a minute of tongue wrestling I fell to my knees and wrapped his gorgeous dick in my lips and sucked it all in. I have a deep throat and no gag reflex so I took it deep until my nose pressed against that small amount of hair he left unshaved at the top of his shaft. I worked up and down his shaft as I felt it get stiffer and stiffer. When it felt sufficiently hard to do its job, I stood up, stepped to the side of the tree and wrapped my arms around the tree and spread my legs enough to give him a good comfortable entry into my ass. He knew what I was giving him and we both felt comfortable not saying a word to each other. I love this kind of silent anonymous sex. He pressed his cock head against my ass crack and spit on it to help lube it up for entry and he pushed the head in my ass crack adding more spit as necessary. Once inside he pushed slowly until he could see that I could take the whole fucking cock. And once he knew that, he was non-stop balls deep hard fucking back slapping heavy fucking awesomeness. And the verbal silence was finally broken only by his repeated affirmations of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck" and my repeatedly begging "fuck yes, harder, harder, faster, fuck the shit out of me, fuck yeah, fuck fuck fuck!" When it was near time to cum he wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled my neck back and squeezed it. And then he erupted in a huge convulsion that send a fucking gallon of his hot jizz deep up my gut. He pulled out and he picked my little red shorts up off the ground and used them to wipe off his dick. And then oddly he assumed the same position he was in when I walked up, his back to the tree, cock now limp, and he stared straight ahead. I picked up the shorts and walked away without looking back. I didn't put the shorts back on until I was out of his sight. About a month later, I ran into the guy in a Saturday morning farmers market. We smiled at each other. Then I nodded to him hoping he'd follow me. He did and when we got to my truck I opened the passenger door first and held it open for him. He got in and my heart started racing. I walked around, got in and drove us back to my apartment. I wondered if we could keep up this no real talking thing. I took him to the kitchen, I took a beer out of the fridge and held the door open for him to grab one if he wanted. I opened the freezer and took out the bottle of Jaeger. I took a big gulp or two out of the bottle then handed it to him and he did the same. Now we were primed to have fun, real fun, and lots of it. And we did. We fucked (each other), we sucked, I let him piss into my mouth and I drank every drop (he was very impressed). I showed him my selection of toys and we played a lot. He really got off on flogging my back and my ass. I let him hit me hard enough to make some red marks on my back and on my chest. He fucking loved it. He knows where I live now, and in a break with the no talking rule I did mention that when I'm home the door is never locked, just in case he wanted to stop by some night. I think he will, I really do. Iswallowall420.tumblr.com Reblogged at rabbitupnorth.tumblr.com Fuck, I love the outdoors scene getting fucked balls deep, without a word. Tie me up to the tree, naked, ass out, and leave me with cum dripping out of my ass as an open invitation to anyone that I'm a fucking cumdump fucktoy. #fuck me naked outdoors #fuck me raw and rough #breed my faggot ass #fucking cumdump faggot slut for all men #gang fuck me all night long

I have walked the local mall covered but probably the most exciting was Walmart knowing the amount of cameras they have in the store

Back for part 2 of my villain origin story! So, at 18 I finally got out of my hometown and away to university. I honestly couldn’t wait, I felt like the chains were off, as scary as it all was. I had a cool little room in a house with six other (straight) students, who were all sweet and awesome (we still meet once a year at least to this day), and it was my first time being openly gay. It was nerve-wracking, and I still did some weird self-hating shit; that Catholic upbringing is hard to shake, y’know? I did, however, manage to fake being a reasonable human long enough to find my first boyfriend. Tim was actually the first gay boy I met there, so maybe that’s why I dated him? Still, I feel like I really did like him; he was lanky and dorky, kind and sweet, and he knew stuff about gay life that I didn’t, and I eventually fell in love with him despite all my pent-up weirdness about being gay in general. We met on a now dead social network site, and he came over to binge Ally McBeal (showing my age), which turned into a make out session. He was actually the first guy to have me alone, on a bed, horny as hell, and to leave without any action beyond kissing. Later on when I asked him why, he said he thought I was worth waiting for. It was honestly the first time I’d been treated with any kind of respect since I’d started having sex, and it was lovely and really, really confusing. We did finally get around to fucking after a few (!!) weeks, and he was actually really damn good; he had a massive cock, a pert butt, and was totally vers. It was also the first time anyone had regularly used protection with me, and we carried on with it for about six months, until he accompanied to my first ever check up. He was, in short, absolutely lovely to me. I lasted just under three months before I started cheating on him. It was Aiden and Rob who kicked things off. We hadn’t talked in a few months, and they invited me for a drink "next time you’re in town", which I found an excuse to be shortly after the invite. The trick was convincing myself that I could go for a drink with them and it would just be that. And then that one more at theirs to "see the new place" was totally harmless. And then that lounging on the sofa together as we drank was an appropriate level of closeness. And then that a kiss was fine, nothing really, just for old times’ sake. And then that if I could just get them to wear a damn condom it wouldn’t really count… I actually very nearly managed that last part. I’d told them about my new bf, said that I should be safe if I can’t be good. I was straddling Aiden on the sofa (he was the real mischief-maker of the two, if you hadn’t guessed), and the head of his giant curved dick was pressing up against my hole. Rob was sat across the room watching as he liked to do sometimes, massaging his cock as his bf ground against me. I knew where this was going, and reached for the rubbers I’d pointedly put on the table with the lube. I grab one, I have it *in my damn hand* when he pulls me down for a kiss, and as we do the head of his dick, slick with my spit and his precum just… slips inside. Honestly this guy had a heat-seeking dick when it came to my hole, it always, always found it’s mark from any angle, and this time was no different. My moan betrays me, and holding my face in his hands and looking me in the eye he slowly, so very slowly thrusts his hips up. I think he was waiting for me to stop him, but fuck knows I couldn’t now. I felt Rob’s hands on my shoulders, pulling me upright to kiss my neck, and the change in angle slid me all the way down Aiden’s throbbing dick. I honestly didn’t think of Tim at all as I started to slide up and down, just about how fucking awesome this felt, and of how hot it was to be used by someone who didn’t give a shit about me, and vice versa. I left the next morning with six loads inside me, bruises on my neck and wrists, and lovebites on my butt and thighs. I’d cum so much myself I felt sure I must be dehydrated. I staggered back to my uni town, cleaned myself up, hid from Tim for a week (I have a stinking cold, cough cough) until the lovebites healed over and thought "I won’t tell him, it was just a one time, stupid thing, it’ll never happen again"… Dear reader, it did happen again. Tune in next time for more Sleazy Short Stories of a Serial Cheater! Questions, comments and critiques are all welcome. ☺️

The Fair Theater is the only one I know in NYC. I hit that up regularly. Surprising mix of older and younger guys there, though a lot of the older folks actually just sit around in the lobby area and chat. Like a big gay social club with raw sex in the back. Kinda a perfect atmosphere, really!

Mmm, good start for a journey to become a cumdump

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I have been a bareback slut for over 10 now willing to take loads in my ass or mouth whenever a top needs to relieve himself. I have retired from work a few years ago which has allowed me to devote lots more time to being used as a slab of fuckmeat to be penetrated. I used to work in a hospital in an administrative capacity. I would keep Grindr open on my phone most days so I could arrange fuckdates at my house after work - I lived quite close. My profile was direct 'Bottom taking raw loads in ass or mouth'. One Tuesday afternoon my phone beeped and there was a message from a blank profile asking if I was in the 'hospital'. I replied that i was. I guessed that this was a message from a visitor seeing a patient. He told me to meet him on the 5th floor men's toilet on B wing. That was quite a walk but I told my colleague I had a meeting and would be back shortly. The toilet was in a sparsely populated section. I approached the toilet and saw the 'Cleaning in progress' sign outside it. I hesitated before entering. If the cleaners were present then I didn't want to get caught. I decided to enter and pretend not to have seen the sign if required. Inside was a cleaner - a tall muscular black guy in overalls, about 30 years old with a mop. he looked at me and said 'you got my message'. He went to the door, took out a key and locked it. I went to my knees as he stepped out of his overalls and plunged his thick, uncut cock into my mouth and started pounding my face. I wanted to get fucked but without lube it would have been painful so I resigned myself to sucking his balls and cock. Before long he grabbed my head, pounded his tool to the back of my throat and released torrents of sperm down my throat which I gobbled down and swallowed. After he had cum he asked me if I was visiting a patient. I told him that I worked there. He was from Suriname, lived in the Netherlands and asked if I would be available again. I gave him my number and told him to WhatsApp me when he needed relief again. I told him I would bring lube the next time in case he needed to breed my cunt. I looked in the mirror before leavoing, wiped some sperm from my ear and went back to my desk. i had been gone only 20 minutes. For the next 3 months I was bred daily. Sometimes in my mouth. More often in my ass. My phone would beep - usually in the afternoon. The text would read '8th floor men's room' or '6th floor cleaning closet' and I'd have to make my excuses and service him. On one occasion he bred my cunt shortly before a meeting and during the meeting I could feel the sperm leaking from my ass through my underwear and trousers. That made it awkward to move about with spermstains on my clothes. I never found out his real name. I had him my phone as 'Cleaner'. I never told him my name. If we'd pass in the corridor it usually meant that within 5 minutes I'd be summoned. On one occasion I was called 3 times in a day, the 3rd time no lube was needed. Then I think he moved jobs.. He had blocked my number and I never saw him again. It was the highlight of my last years in the job - being the fucktoy of the cleaner. A fuckslut that needed to be available on call whenever he needed.