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host a party dont be picky take every load

I’ve never eaten a used hole, but would like to try one. I would want the guy to be as clean as possible, and the tops to also be clean. I think it could taste good.

That I love being watched. That I love group sex. That I love being watched having group sex. That the type of sex pigs I wanted fucking me didn’t want to wear condoms. That I didn’t want them to wear them either.

An outstanding introductory chapter, nicely captures Luke's genuine mixture of confidence but with his understandable trepidation. The colour coding of the eggs and the jockstrap, may well have sealed the guy's ultimate fate, but time will tell! Your next chapter is eagerly awaited!

Mmmm... fuck yeah and the abject humiliation. Delicious 😋 Fuckhole, cumdump, & urinal for use. Real men really do know how to use a faggot. Make us want them, want their abuse.

I don't recall the exact age, but it was in my 20's anyway. As is usual with a lot of guys, we tend to like that which we do not possess ourselves: thus, I've always enjoyed hairy bottoms. I won't wax poetic, but a heavily-haired spermhole is truly a treasure to me. My first time was in the fuckroom at the Chicago Eagle. There was a front bar, a back bar, and finally the fuckroom at the back end of the building. Often one had to wait in a long line just to get in there (it was almost tiny), but once I was fucking a guy and realized his hole was already well-filled with loads. There was hardly room to turn around back there, but I was able to get on my knees finally, and stuck my tongue up that sweet lovely beautifully-loaded hole, and discovered an entirely new, (to me) thrilling sexual depravity. That hole hadn't been fucked full by any means, but it had taken several loads. It tasted so strongly of sperm, hole-sweat, and just pure lust. I didn't stay long at that particular smorgasbord, but it was the first time I scooped an "appetizer" out of a well-bred hole. Still love it to this very day. Oddly though, I don't enjoy sucking off a cock nearly as much; I don't think I'm all that good at it.

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Really !!! I could do it for hours - and often did. Often. Maybe we own different "body-types"? I wasn't "walk-through-a-harp" skinny, but not all that far off either. The odd thing was/still is though, I can eat for 3 at least, and when I'm home alone, often do. 😔

St. Mark's Baths - NYC. It was early 80s, and I had just graduated college. My first visit, I was more like a tourist - taking it all in - cocksucking in the hallways, lots of hot guys. My second visit (the next day) I fucked three guys - bareback - and came in each of them. I was trying to be a total top back then (ha!) and wouldn't let anyone get near my ass. Oh, if I had only known....

welllllll ....... when I'm out for sex, "wanking" isn't on the menu, but I suppose I'd prefer another guys load to use for lube than just saliva ......

Maybe my circles and orbits are different from trad gay or even raunch/sleazy gay but dedicated bottoms have been in every orgy I've been in (including paid ones like fuck parties at a venue), and it has never been a problem? Dedicated bottoms are highly appreciated and they are my preference - I'm a switch who has a high preference to have a much more dominant top take control over me, but I love doing the same to any bottom "lower on the pecking order". I do a lot better with clear roles like that than playing with people who are very wishy-washy on roles or "anything goes". It's an act of instinct I love to play a part in, rather than having playtime/sex be about "play" or "connecting". A lot of the people in my orbits are the same too - so it's never been unusual to have someone be a dedicated role like that. I'm never just going to a random dude's orgy though- theres always some connection to the host, even if's me as a +1 or a +1 of +1. Or its me who is throwing it lol. So I think that filters people who are at least on the same wavelength. Benefits of living in a hella gay place I guess is it's been easy to find my scene. But even when I'm going to a local cumunion or other similar play party dedicated bottoms are everywhere and its never been a problem.

That's an interesting issue; I would say "yes" to that question, even if you're not every other guy's "cup of coffee". There's no other answer that checks all the boxes of acceptable behavior. Only if somehow you got cornered into a brou-ha-ha started by some other dissatisfied (for whatever reason) guy. If it were a "hosted" event, clearly it would be up to that host to render the decision, but in a public-ish venue, we'd have to rely on the good manners of the concerned parties. That could be iffy though. I find that well-mannered guys generally come out on top when dealing with lesser-trained guys. Just a guess, but I think you'd maintain yourself perfectly, the other guy wouldn't, and you'd be welcomed permanently.

I'm with you on both accounts. My hole is super tight. Needs lube. Mineral Oil is what I like, some cum works too. Love feeling a nice mushroom head going in deep and swelling as it injects me with seed.

100%. Perfectly said. Thanks !

From the tap is great also..

Finally got around to continuing this story - Part 4 The combination of the all the alcohol, pain medication, the poppers, Maximum Impact, plus the emotional/sexual overload from feeling John’s toxic load pumped deep in my ass, pushed me into a trance. When I slowly returned to consciousness, I could feel John’s hard cock pressing against my butt cheeks. He had an arm wrapped around me and was alternating between playing with my nipples and playing with my cock and balls. “How long have I been out of it?”, I asked John. “About 20 minutes. How are you feeling?”, John asked. “I still feel the alcohol and the high from the pain pill, but the high from the other things has worn off.” John got up off the bed and helped me sit up. He reached into his bag and took out a bottle of Gatorade, handing it to me. “Drink up. You need to keep yourself hydrated. Is the evening meeting your expectations?” “This is way above anything I imagined. The intensity of it was unreal.” As I sat there drinking the Gatorade I noticed that my cock was rock hard. It was bobbing up and down as if was shaking it’s head in agreement. “From the moment I began sucking your gorgeous cock, until you were pumping your load deep in my ass, all I could think about was your cock and my ass. I forgot all about my cock and my own orgasm. It was like my ass was the only source of my pleasure. My cock and balls ceased to exist.” John smiled. “Good. I am glad you enjoyed it. You found the symbol cleverly disguised in my tattoo. Are you still okay with me shooting my load deep in you?” “YES! It is so freeing! The fear is completely gone. I feel free to give into all my fantasies and desires now without fear or guilt.” John reached down and cupped my smooth shaved ball sack in his hand and began to slowly squeeze and release my balls, like he was pumping them up. “It is time for another decision. You wanted my raw cock in your ass and you gave into your desire. You fantasized about a Poz cock shooting deep in you. You suspected that I was Poz and you had many opportunities to stop throughout the day, yet decision after decision that you made brought you closer to realizing your fantasy. Yes I am Poz and I stopped my meds about 9 months ago so I have a high viral load. Right now my toxic cum is slowly being absorbed into your body. The grain alcohol and the pain pill dissolved in it will have slightly irritated the lining of your ass, so absorption of my cum is easier. You can lay here and sleep for a few hours until the alcohol has worn off then safely drive home. You have 24 to 48 hours to get to a clinic and start on Post Exposure meds to keep you from becoming Poz. You can also choose to continue playing some more tonight and see how much more thrilling the night can be. Decision time.” John’s gentle squeezing of my balls had my cock rock hard and throbbing. It was bobbing up and down, YES, YES, YES. The thought of John’s toxic cum seeping into my blood was making my ass tingle. I had plenty of time to get to a clinic and start meds. What would it hurt to play some more? “Will I get another load of your toxic cum deep in my ass?” “Yes, if you decide to continue playing tonight, and probably some loads from others if you want. They may or may not be Poz ones. Decision time.” I am sure John knew what my decision was going to be, but putting the choice on me a step at a time built the desires and slowly gnawed away at any logical thoughts. “I want to get fucked some more”, I said. I had finished the bottle of Gatorade. John opened another bottle and poured some more into my empty bottle. Then he pulled out a cock ring and proceeded to put it on over my cock and balls. “The pain pill will be wearing off in another hour or so, and the alcohol will also be wearing off. You are free to play just the way you are, but you seem to really enjoy being high. I have something to enhance the experience if you want. Decision time.” John held out a blue pill, which I knew was a Viagra. He also had a small vial with a clear liquid that he was poised to add to my Gatorade. I had taken Viagra before, so I had no concerns. I had no idea what the other stuff was but the thought of a repeat of being aware of nothing but a cock in my ass was driving my decision. The cock ring was accentuating my shaved cock and balls and my cock was bobbing up and down. John watched as I looked down at my bobbing cock. Then I looked up at John, staring directly into his eyes. He knew that my cock had answered for me. With a big smile John poured a little of the clear liquid into my Gatorade and swirled it around to mix it. He held the Gatorade bottle and the Viagra out to me. “Decision time.”. I could take the Viagra with a little sip of the Gatorade. Then I could see how the stuff in the Gatorade affected me. What would it hurt to just take a little bit of it? Once I knew how it affected me, I could drink a little more if I wanted to or stop and dump it down the drain. As I shifted my weight sitting on the bed, I felt something bump against my leg. It was the soda bottle with the cotton balls and poppers. John had a huge smile on his face as he watched me grab the soda bottle. Unscrewing the top, I shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge hit, I held it in for a few seconds then shoved it up my left nostril and took another huge hit. I put the top back on as I held in the second hit. Then as the rush hit I took the Viagra and Gatorade bottle from John. I popped the Viagra into my mouth and then a huge drink of the Gatorade. As soon as I swallowed it down, I raised the bottle to my lips again and quickly gulped the rest of it down. John had grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed my bottle with the poppers in one hand and grabbed my rock hard cock with his other one. With a little tug from him I stood up. Opening the door to the room he said, “Let’s go play”.

I was 10 . The guy who initiated me into sex always rimmed me clean when he was done. I rimmed him when I was 12

With my mouth - 9 In my ass -10

One thing I learned is, there are all kinds of variations in our sexual lives, and each guy gets to live out his best life possible. Sure, there are obstacles to virtually every facet of our lives, both big and small. Dealing with them is something everyone has to do, and the way we do it at least as important as the "how". Ditch the fear of the unknown. Be concerned with that which we deal with almost every day. Don't waste time or effort with all the "what-if's" - maybe the cow really will jump over the moon someday. So what? You could be breeding instead of worrying, which is far more productive in every way.

Swallow piss all the time right from the tap.