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  2. 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. ☺️
  3. 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!
  4. Mmm, good start for a journey to become a cumdump
  5. Feed me those hot loads straight from the freshly picked hairy hole. Get my mouth right in there to swallow those loads.
  6. Please Wreck my Hole🥵🤤
  7. 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.
  8. Such hot responses. Unfortunate Bttm here that hasn’t had the experience of having my hole seeded.
  9. We have 3 in montreal. I go often and get used by much older men. It's great.
  10. Definitely a fantasy to partake in a cumwalk.
  11. I have not. But definitely a huge fantasy of mine to be the center of a blowbang/Bukkake.
  12. secretsmile1

    me (swansea)

    41 m bisexual bottom swansea looking for nsa must be discreet as i have a partner
  13. Today
  14. Specifically designed by Mother Nature to breach your inner ring and follow the bend of your sigma... 🥵🥵🥵
  15. For sure it will fit 💦💪
  16. I too visited a place like this a few times and I'm about your age maybe a bit younger. I don't go there very often because it's kinda far and some other reasons... but I'm also always the youngest over there. I don't know what is wrong with me or what is wrong with the guys (straight guys included) in my country... because everyone flakes 99% of the time. I think they aren't even interested in sex, I don't understand it. The cinema/bath house I go to are mostly foreigners too. It's a bit bizarre because sometimes you find out only after you are done, lol.
  17. I regularly fucked guys in Brompton cemetery after last orders at the Coleherne. I still remember my favourite tomb belonged to someone named Landsdown. It was just the right height to bend him over to fuck him from behind. As you say, often with an audience. That place was jumping on Friday and Saturday nights. Happy memories.
  18. A Dad's only proper reaction when finding out his son is a fag...😈😈😈
  19. 80 Loads in January
  20. Isn't it a personal preference at the end? I am a submissive bottom and very proud. I don't like myself to give up my agency. I like to have a say in what pleases me. I like my men to be masculine and hair is manly however neatly trimmed. Imagine yourself as the man trying to take that woman (me) home from the bar. I don't see any difference between heterosexuality and homosexuality except where the man can penetrate. Again this is ny personal preference and opinion. But at the end do whatever pleases you and if there is no match instead of degrading just move on.
  21. His contact details? Asking for a friend...
  22. OMG.......how can you sustain a 12 hour sex session? Tips welcomed. Pretty vanilla here. 2 or 3 sometimes 4 loads and I am done. My body just shuts down.....so does my mind
  23. More time to act at Bull! Always Open, Most time Action. At day, at Night. So visit Bull when you have no other venues to follow.
  24. I will gladly agree with you on that.
  25. Don't get discouraged, but instead do more planning. I think people think that ebing a cum dump is easy and you just need to present ass and a sea of cum will follow. No. First, ask the bathhouse when are their busiest times. Second, try to coordinate that with a local event like pride or some leather or other kink event. Third, you need to get an ALL the websites (Sniffies, Scruff, Recon, Growler, etc.) and advertise and chat with guys and encourage them to meet you in the bathhouse. Fourth, invite some of you old reliable top friends to the bathhouse also. Also to the extent possible keep the profiles of the guys who do come to your events so you can build a stable of relable tops that you can make yourself available to. Finally manage your expectations. I went to a cum dump set up with a pretty famous current Treasure Island porn star and only 3 people showed. We always here about the supper loaded guys who get flooded with 50 in a night. But those people scenarios are not the usual and those people often have a full network working for WEEKS to set those things up. I hope this is helpful.
  26. It's a fun accessory. I got one as my last act of my 30s, a real rollercoaster of a decade. My own experience was not as comfortable as yours appears to be. I had no anxiety going into it, but when that puncture happened - I fucking screamed! Ten seconds later, it was over. Didn't get to the car before the glove thing fell off. Suffered through the night, and ruined the mattress. I spent the next three days walking around the house naked with my D in a cup of warm salty water (not 100% of the time, mind you.) And when I was able to return to the gym, I found out VERY QUICKLY that I needed to wear a jockstrap. I thoughtlessly tried to do some jump rope. Big mistake that I really should have seen coming! LOL I'm now at a size 2, definitely ready for the 0. I love it. All my bottoms have enjoyed it, and none have asked me to remove it. Definitely a good choice. I never thought I'd be one of those fags with a PA, but here we are. LOL
  27. [think before following links] https://www.brutalgays.net/movie/1206501?title=romeo-davis-bonks-colling-lust-bare-and-cumming-inside I would love a bearded top to breed me! Dude is hot and a good fucker!
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