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I was wondering, I'm new to this and interest. How or what can I keep my hole from sliding back in

Please and thank

idk have i been in a situation where the culprit was caught and told to stop? no. but you didn't notice him yourself, so are there vids out there of me slobbering over anon dick like a pig? maybe. who can say?

I agree with you. The older I get the more I realize how much time is wasted just trying to get fucked. I am happy to say that my younger self was never picky and I was grateful for any cock that fucked me and for any ass that I could breed. My sex life now is mainly feeding my Cocksucker 2 -3 times a week - which is great. He posts ads when he is open . There have been times when he's got my cock in his mouth and someone new walks in. My cocksucker is judgement free - he just starts sucking the new cock. No judgement - just sex.

Anyone else love this? If I'm having fun with a guy and he asks where to cum I sometimes say shoot on my dick and I wank with his cum, feels good stroking it all over my dick until I shoot a load, or I shoot on his dick and wank him with it. Guys get horny doing it, but nobody else seems to do it? I've never seen it in porn either. Normally it's a bit cum, and bit lube or spit. But few days ago I had a very hot experience. I was meeting with a discreet married bi guy at a hotel. Didn't start out hot, I felt misled because he was using old pics and said he was maybe 10 year younger than he was, so didn't have the most amazing chemistry with him. It wasn't one of those times you fall in to bed kissing and blow each other like your dicks are the best tasting thing on earth. Friendly regular guy though, I was horny enough and happy enough to wank together. When he's ready to cum I said shoot on my dick. I just felt like having his married dad load on my dick. He shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen, just keep pumping it out. My dick was covered in hot thick cum and dripping off my nuts. Suddenly I was rock hard and really into things. Great cum too, not just the amount, I was edging, taking my time, stuff didn't go sticky or anything, just carried on nice and juicy and silky smooth until I couldn't hold it in any more and shot one of my bigger loads. I didn't think I'd see him again, I left thinking I wouldn't. But now I keep thinking about his cum and how it felt all over my dick. So I messaged him again today. I'm not that in to him, kind of neutral really, but that cum made amazing lube. So, anyone else like wanking with cum?

I had a FB, a sexy young dancer , who able to fuck me dry. He was so patient and skilled and I enjoyed having him in me in my bed. He was so fucking sexy and gentle that I opened like a flower in bloom. Otherwise, I can't take other set dick. I'm really tight. I can take a big dick balls deep right off the bat, but I start out tight.. I need and prefer spit. I love getting spit fucked. Just a little dab 'll do me. I'm always told that I get super wet real quick. Occasionally, I'll come across a guy so big that spit is impractical. In that case, lube is the last resort.

Chapter 23 - Howling for Wolf Jerome grasped BoiFagBarbie and pulled him down to him. Wrapped his arms around that slim cute body and held him close. Kept his own hips moving as he did so and felt the little fag relax into him, taking all the cock his Owner was giving him. The boi was undeniably a natural, undeniably a talent. A sweet hole for any man to fuck. Jerome was enjoying just that, feeling the pleasure of taking young hole. Even better he knew about this boy, knew his background. There was something extra special about plowing a hole like this. One unconsciously primed and prepared for him by this boy's parents. They had to be real pieces of shit but Jerome didn't care. In the end Jerome was getting what he wanted and that was all that mattered. Jerome pushed the boy's nose down against his skin. He felt the young man inhale deeper, like his masculine skin was poppers or some shit. Well, for some real lucky little faggots apparently it was. He powered a few slightly deeper strokes into that fine little hole, not giving his fucktoy it all, not just yet. Then he held still, gripped the fag tight and nodded to Wolf. Wolf had been waiting. He'd taken the opportunity to spread some lube on his own nine inches of dark meat. Jerome didn't feel it necessary but what could Wolf say maybe he was just an old sentimentalist. Anyway Wolf moved forward and down onto the pale back held in Jerome's arms. If BoiFagBarbie hadn't understood what was about to happen then the sudden weight and warmth of Wolf's body let him know. Wolf frowned as he felt the young man's body react and tense. That tightening no doubt felt great on Jerome's cock but it wouldn't make Wolf's task any easier. Just proved however impressive the hole had performed he was still just a newbie with a lot to learn. Being able to double up was a necessary talent for Wolf's whores and this one needed to learn. It was Wolf turn to look up. Not at Clyde but at the only other person still in the room. Ash had been waiting for that signal, as he had throughout the night. He stepped forward with the little bottle in his hand. Held it under BoiFagBarbie's nostril, while carefully closing the other. The fag snorted deeply without being told, he had learned that lesson at least. The same for the other nostril and then Ash stepped back. Wolf had seized his moment, found the junction of dark cock and pale hole and pushed his own hard meat against it. The poppers had done their work, leaving the boy's mind in a haze and his hole as relaxed as it ever could be with nine inches of hard Black cock in it. Anyway it was just relaxed enough for Wolf to slide home, feeling his own cock against that of Jerome. It didn't matter how many times they'd done this it always felt real good. Experience told and when Wolf began to push forward Jerome soon met his rhythmn. Team-fucking that tight little hole into oblivion. Fuck but that never got old! The euphoric haze of the poppers didn't last long. The surge of pain as Wolf entered him broke through into BoiFagBarbie's addled senses. He almost couldn't compute just what he was feeling - just how brutally stretched his hole was from taking two thick Black cocks at once. It had done real well, all of his training and exercises had paid off, but this was just a little, or a lot, too much. Once more he felt something give and this time there was no ecstasy to follow only pain, raw brutal visceral pain. BoiFagBarbie screamed. He screamed loud and he screamed from the very depths of his soul. Unconsciously trying to let out the pressure, to lessen the intensity of that tearing pain. "PLEASE - NO - I CAN'T...." Finally the scream became garbled words. Desperate pleas for mercy. "PLEASE - STOP - I CAN'T". He hadn't hoped for any mercy but the cocks did stop. Well, they almost stopped - but they didn't withdraw. Their thrusts became little micro-movements, keeping them hard and changing the sensations for their young 'victim'. It still hurt, that was a certain fact, but his body was getting used to it. The more positive sensations of getting his insides rearranged by two Big Black Cocks were given a chance to make themselves felt. "We need to gag you bitch?" There was an edge to Jerome's voice. "Wanna be a faggot ho then you need to learn to take two." That was Wolf. "Need to take two and beg us to give you two." Jerome added. The initial pain had peaked and subsided, or at least been masked to a degree by the other sensations now surging and rampaging through BoiFagBarbie's body and brain. All joined by the seductive wonderful scent of masculine power that seemed to surround him. The men sensed the change in him, again perhaps a benefit of experience. They slowly began to fuck him again. Not hard or fast at first but building, always building. BoiFagBarbie took the rising momentum until he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Fuck me," he said. "Wass that bitch - Need to speak up - Tell us what you need." Jerome's words were punctuated by building thrusts, thrusts matched and magnified by Wolf's. "FUCK ME," shouted BoiFagBarbie. "FUCK ME HARD." He felt hands tighten on his sides, felt the pace and intensity of the fucking build a little. "HARDER, HARDER - I'M A SLUT - FUCK ME!" He was rewarded with a little more, the pain and pleasure increasing, the intense cocktail possessing him and driving him on. "FUCK ME - POZ ME - KNOCK ME UP." Each time rewarded by faster, deeper, harder thrusts. Building back to what had once been unbearable. Once but no longer. "TURN ME OUT - ON THE STREETS - A DIRTY POZ WHORE." Jerome held back a little as Wolf thrust his cock home as hard as he could. Felt the resistance there as his hard cock pushed for admittance. The little bitch under him was feeling that for sure, the fag was just barely hanging on for all the brave words. Wolf kept going until the boi twisted a little in just the right way and Wolf's cock found admittance. He felt the sensation and grunted his appreciation as he shot a real heavy load just as deep as he could. Wolf withdrew His dark cock streaked with pink-tinged cum. The cum of many men, the same cum that now formed a froth around BoiFagBarbie's ruined hole, that ran in long drying streaks down his thighs. The little slut was getting to be a mess but they weren't done yet. Jerome took the brakes off. He couldn't give a fuck if he broke the little fag in two, he couldn't give a fuck how loud the little bitch got. He'd been waiting on this a while and now he needed to get his nut. He started a power-fuck, putting all his strength into each thrust and plowing that bruised and battered hole. Wolf had opened the way and soon Jerome was following him in, pounding that battered hole until it let him as deep as he could go. Feeling that second resistance crumble and let him plant his seed where it would remain and do its work. The thought of it was enough and another heavy load of cum joined Wolf and Bull's deep in the boy's guts. Jerome gave a grunt of satisfaction. The dumb little fag looked good on his cock, looked even better when you knew your charged load was in him. He almost reluctantly withdrew and then paused to admire what they had done to that sweet little hole. He adjusted the pillow under the boy's back to keep as much of that toxic seed in him as possible. That was just for the cameras really - the boy had more than enough even with the little streams of seed that had run down his thighs He looked what he had now become - a whore that took all and any cocks. A once tight hole that now looked like a well-fucked pussy, puffy and loose and full of cum. Jerome knew the math by heart even if BoiFagBarbie was a newbie to such things. A neg boi hole was always rolling the dice. Take a toxic cock and that's 1 in 154, take a toxic load and that's 1 in 72. Take primed high viral loads, the admission criteria for the second part of this breaking in party, and the dice started to get loaded. Get fucked by a Poz man at his most potent, like say young Ash just barely off his fuck flu, and you were looking at 1 in 10. Maybe even better odds - better, at least, from Jerome's perspective The little fag was looking up at him and Jerome met his gaze. This particular little slut had been playing Russian roulette with at least four chambers primed. Whatever the statistics it only really took one. What were the chances of the boi dodging all thirty Poz bullets? It seemed impossible but it happened more than anyone would guess. Young healthy bodies fought back or sheer dumb luck took a hand. It didn't really matter. If it didn't take then they'd just do it all again. When little fags played games with Jerome then Jerome ALWAYS won. Jerome nodded and smiled. The boi was obviously exhausted but he seemed to register the fact before his eyes closed and his body relaxed, his butt still propped up to make sure he received the full benefit of all the gifts he had received. *** Pain. Sharp intense pain lancing into his brain, driving away his fatigue. He tried to move but realised he was tied down. "Stay still you dumb little cunt." It took a moment to recognize that voice through the fog that seemed to swirl through his brain. He forced his eyes open and saw Clyde. The latter had finished his first task and now moved to complete the pair. A needle flashed and then was pushed in a practised movement through BoiFagBarbie's erect right nipple. Sharp pain again, was it better or worse for the lack or surprise, then Clyde was pushing a ring through his flesh. Clyde was all business. He might not be the most talented of artists but there was no challenge in his tasks today. The satisfaction came in knowing that you were marking the perfect canvass of this boi's body. Nipples could heal of course but the boi would always know they had been pierced. Even if the fag decided to let them heal which Clyde highly doubted he would. Subjects like this one loved having their nips pierced, loved seeing the glint of metal and feeling those rings pulled by themselves or someone else. Maybe not at the moment Clyde was first forcing the needle through their flesh but as in many things the satisfaction would come to outweigh the pain, to absorb it and make it part of the pleasure. The pride each time they glanced down at the rings with their enamelled biohazard symbol. Piercing the ears was simpler, barely even seemed to register with the exhausted little fag. The clip-on femboy hoops were rapidly replaced by the real thing. Clyde's experienced hands moved the boy onto his front, carefully positioned over a space provided so that nothing would rub against his nips or catch their new jewellery. The young fag had quietened down again fast just as Clyde had knew he would. The boi knew his role here and you could see he had been playing it well. He looked quite the mess - with all of those obscenities written on his body - fresh ones as well as the faded words Clyde himself had written. Experienced hands wiped the area just above the boi's wrecked hole and the antiseptic solution applied had the added benefit of removing the words written there. A shame that but it was soon remedied. Clyde turned to his portable kit and turned on the machine. He heard the familiar buzz. The boi's head turned, his eyes widened at seeing the machine and the needle in Clyde's right hand. Ah - a boi's first time! Not the only first time of the night for this one of course. First time fucked, first time bred, first time getting that hole of his blown out. Hopefully, the first time would prove a charm - knock him up for real. Clyde was well aware that he had never been the greatest artist with ink. However, bold script was well within his capabilities. He could freehand the boy's first permanent messaging. On the small of his back - just above that gaping mess of a hole. 'BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM WELCOME BREED ME DEEP!' Strong hands held the boy in place as Clyde got to work. The needle biting into the perfect pale flesh of the boi. Carefully wiping away blood as he completed each letter. The boy had got the message fast and had laid still. Like he was maybe out of it - in sensory overload. Well that suited Clyde just fine. The boy's pale flesh was obvious above the new dark lettering. Perfect for the biohazard tattoo that Clyde knew he would soon be adding there. Biohazard symbols were no problem - he'd had a lot of practice inking them over the years. "Beautiful," murmured the voice of Daddy Robert as he held the boy in place. He was hardly needed any more. Two other men had been setting the sling up. Clyde carefully covered the new tattoos and supervised as the men carried the boi across to the sling and bound him in place. So nothing would rub the ink-work and piercings while that gaping hole was made blatantly, obscenely, available. A few more men started to make their way into the room. Ready to make their second gift to the star of the evening's entertainment. Daddy Robert knew that he had to move fast. The boi's hole had been just delightful first time round. Now it wouldn't be as pleasingly tight or responsive but Robert's own cock was hard and hungry for it none the less. He hitched his dirty oft-patched cassock aside and pushed his big cock into the boi's hole. He'd thought the little fag was out of it but he secured a pleasing little moan as he pushed his cock home. There was still some response left in this faggot. Just as well because he had a long night ahead of him and Robert didn't need to look over his shoulder to see the queue of men forming to take their second turn. ***

Whatever the top wants.

I would imagine yes. Because bottoms in chastity wouldn’t get hard, right?

, Totally agree 🙂

Cute Feet.

Berlin and Cologne sure both have some great cruising spots (Google up Cranach Waeldchen and its surroundings perhaps), but a portable gloryhole is so oddly specific, that it's tricky to make a clear recommendation. If you're into bath houses, the Babylon and Phönix (both in Cologne) have some great ones you can use 🙂

He's got one load in his ass might as well go for more now. Cannot hurt anything now.