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My partner loves it when I moan and I love it when he dominates me as I’m sucking him off. He really gets into it when I’m fitting his thick 9 inches down my throat and sound like I’m about to choke on it. I notice he really likes to force my head down when he’s about to cum. Drives me wild!!

For a straight man, being the sexual slave of an Alpha who is always ready to satisfy him is a very exciting and "degrading" goal, but we know how much faggot seek degradation and sexual use.

This is my ideal as well. Without breeding, it doesn't feel like it's really sex.

Also, heartbreaking and tragic in parts. I don't want anyone to go into TST with the wrong impression.

Hey man where was the best sleazy places you went to in Barcelona?

Hi Where is the best places to find sleazy sex in Barcelona?

Really hot. Family is so special

Welcum Kaev, I hope we hear lots of hot news from you.

Welcome Shyboi, glad your not letting anyone slut shame you fuck them enjoy your life and sexy body.

All of his stories are in the Blogs section of the site. The single episode or encounter accounts are as good as the P’town stories. His account of meeting Scott O’Hara is my favorite in that grouping.

So what do you prefer for yourself, and for your partner then?? 👀

Hey guys! Curious new user here. Known I was a total bottom all my life but always felt ashamed of it, so I haven't had much sex despite being almost 30. Been fucked raw only a couple of times and getting bred was one of the best feelings I've ever had in my life, like I was born to take cock. So I've recently accepted that getting bred makes me happy and that there's nothing wrong with that. I would like to start taking loads more often and maybe even try being a cumdump but am a little bit scared. A couple of months ago I moved to a new city with lots of guys, so I'm hoping to explore this more now that I've accepted this is what I want. Excited to share my experiences with you all and learn from this community!

I’ve always felt that way. I didn’t really embrace it until recently. Add some favors into the mix along with some black cock and I’m a total bitch. I feel so liberated. Love being controlled, overpowered, listening to directions. So fucking hot.

Is there a link to the Provincetown stories, starting with the first? Or were those the ones versmetropig shared earlier? I haven't yet dived into those.

I took at least 3 raw loads last night with a black top I just met. On top of that, he ruthlessly fucked me, so much so to the point where I worship him. Said he was negative, but I doubt it. Also, he said he loves fucking and breeding white ass.

Good ol girl💋

All the fucking time. I get off on feeling like a whore / slut / pig. (Wait. I AM a whore, a slut and a pig.)

I prefer trimmed or shaved.. I don't like too much hair (like actual hair, body hair facial hair, pubic hair). .. so that right out the cave or bearded folks are big No to me. And one more think: young men with moustaches or ling beads are total turndown.

I've been told different things over the year of guys wanting me either shaved, trimmed, or unshaven. The one thing I will say especially in the summer time is when I didn't shave my crotch it used to get sweaty and annoyed me. Sometimes my ass hair too. So I have shaved/trimmer both those before. At least lately and with the weather getting cooler I don't really shave/trim at all anymore and I love it that way. I prefer guys with their bush too and their hairy asses. I'm okay if guys decide to trim but I love every part of the fur.

🥵🥵🥵 chem piss is one of my favorite ways to get higher or keep a high going! Thanks great story @ImXXX666

Would definitely be Kinky/ aggressive dom sex here fuck yeah 💋

I love the term “fun juice”!!!!! I have a very dirty mind and can wait to see where this fuck fest goes!!! great story @Bbrawfuck

This is a true account of the first time I was used. It was so long ago I haven't changed the name and location that it took place. The person, Ron is long dead and the workshop demolished. Everything is exactly as I remember it. In 1977 (yes I'm that old) I was an apprentice mechanic for the Royal Mail, otherwise known as The Post Office, at the main Motor Transport Workshop in West London. The bulding consisted of separate buildings for rebuilding engines, gearboxes, suspension units and a vehicle body workshop. Additionally there facilities for general servicing of cars, motorbikes, and large lorries.All together there were probably 120 + people employed there. As an apprentice you had to work a few months in each department. At the time I was spending all money on racing motorcycles and doing as much overtime as I could to fund it. I regularly worked a couple of hours extra each day and Saturday mornings. As an apprentice you limited as which departments you could do overtime and there always had to be supervision. I had recently joined the 'Docking Line' which was basically for servicing small cars and vans. One particular Saturday morning I was doing the valve clearances on a Commer Van. These had three bench like seats in the cab and engine was located under the seats. So to work on the engine you removed all three seats and a plate that covered the engine. That particular Saturday Big Ron, a qualified mechanic and I were the only people working in the whole building. The work I was doing meant I had to lean in through the passenger side and stretch to reach into the van. I had the rocker cover off and was checking the valve clearances with feeler gauges when Big Ron pushed in beside me. I have to explain here that 'Big Ron' was called that, not because he was well endowed, although he was, but because he was a fat cunt. Also that there was minimal room through the passenger door entrance, so when he pushed in beside me he was also slightly on top of me. He asked how it was going and I replied that I was nearly done. I could feel his body pressing harder than was necessary into my left buttock and back and also feel something hard pressing into me. Initially I thought he had a screwdriver or something in his pocket but, as he pushed further into the cab I realised it was his cock and he was fully erect. I tried to move a little but realised I was pinned down. As I did so I felt him rub himself against me. Now, I knew I was attracted to men from an early age but had never acted on it. Big Ron was in no way attractive but, I have to say I was turned on by the way his cock felt. I was also extremely nervous and embarrassed. Ron was the last person I would have thought was homosexual. (Gay was a reference that didn't exist then. At least, I'd never heard it said in that context) He was very much a man. Rough and ready with a deep voice. However, there he was, obviously stimulated and rubbing himself against me. "You feel that" he said obviously referring to his hard on. "I reckon you like a bit of cock don't you" I was so nervous but my own cock was now also fully hard. All I could mutter was "mmmm" I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "I knew you were queer" he wispered into my ear and grabbed my right buttock then slid his hand between my arse cheeks, at which point I gasped and he chuckled. He then moved directly behind me and rubbed his cock between my cheeks and bit into the back of neck. He then pulled me back slightly by pulling my hips with both hands, then reached round and grabbed my cock which was now dripping profusely inside my filthy overalls. I felt incredibly turned on. The weight of his fat torso on my back, his cock pressing into my arse and his hand on my cock made my head spin. "I'm going to have you boy" he said. I knew what he meant, he was going to fuck me. I wanted it but, I was incredibly nervous and a little scared. I had never been penetrated. He reached around me, unzipped my overalls then pulled them back over my shoulders. As he did so I I pulled my arms free. He continued to pull them down my back and legs and I stepped out of them. All I was left wearing was a T-shirt and a pair of briefs which he roughly pulled off me. I was shaking visibly now and I heard him unzip the front of his own overalls. Then, for the first time I felt a naked cock on my back. I reach backwards and felt his member. It felt huge and it was dripping at the end. "Suck it" was all he said. I turned and saw it was at least seven or eight inches long and was pointing directly up at me from under his huge belly. He put his hands on my head and pushed me down until my mouth was level with his cock. I have to say he smelt of body odour and I wasn't keen but, opened my mouth and tasted cock and another mans precum for the first time. He began to thrust forward and deep in my throat until I was chocking. My throat began to produce huge amounts of viscous fluid which caked his cock. "Enough " was all said then pulled on my hair and me up, turning me around at the same time. I felt his cock now caked in the mucus from my throat slide between my arse cheeks. "How many times have you been fucked boy" I replied "Never" "Fuck, yes a virgin. Going to deflower you boy" I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole and tensed. "You need to relax. I ain't going to lie, it's going to hurt the first time. Your sphincter has to be broken in" With that he pushed inside me. The pain was horrendous. I begged him to take his cock out but he just held it inside me then began to slowly fuck me. Tears were rolling down my face as I sobbed. I continued begging him to stop but he clearly didn't care. My arse was on fire and he had to use all his strength to hold me firm. He fucked me for a full ten minutes. All the time I was crying with the pain. He was fucking hard when his breathing changed and he grunted then cried out as his cock ejeculated copious amoumts of his sperm into me. I was so grateful when cock slipped out of me. I looked round and was scarred when I saw blood on his cock. I thought he had severely injurred me at sight of the blood and how sore my arse hole felt. If I had to go to hospital how would be tell them what had happened. Big Ron tried to reassure me, saying that it was only because it was my first time. I went home still scared and petrified I had a serious injury. I vowed that I would never do that again. It took a few days before the soreness dissipated. By the following Saturday all I could think about was getting fucked again. I'd had several wanks imagining Big Rons cock in me again. Big Ron would regularly fuck me after work in the toilet or on overtime for the next six months. Each time he fucked me the pain was less and pleasure more. I still miss that cock. One morning I turned up at work to be told Big Ron at suffered a fatal stroke. As far as I can recall this is exactly as events that day happened.