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When I first started in group play and using "substances", I had what you might call a "bucket list". I had things like "getting double penetrated" for instance. One other was getting fucked by someone with a PA. I found a very nice, slightly older guy who had one and he promised to let me take it easy, he wouldn't hurt me and that if I was ever uncomfortable he would stop, or take it off. He made the experience really enjoyable - I sat on him, he was really into it, and he was just the right size and I was cautious not to go crazy while riding it. He shot his load in side me, and I shot my load on his chest and face, and he was "all smiles" as they say. I even got a nice follow up message on the site I met him on, thanking me for having him over and telling me he would be up to a follow up fuck if I was interested. Then, the next experience, was with this dick of a guy who had done some D list porn with a video company that is now out of business. He showed up at a group party, with a buddy in tow, and he had a PA. We were on like day two or three of this little fuck fest - cycling guys in and out. At one point, (no pun intended) I was laying on my stomach and when everyone was either in the shower or in the other room, he jumped at the chance to stick his dick and his PA in me. No warning, no lube, just decided to ram it in me . Well, he didn't cause any damage, but I did tell him to leave. Sure, he was nice looking, nice body and he had his porn with him to show off to everyone, even though he was back living in Florida after San Francisco had chewed him up and spit him out - so to speak. But I would never again have anything to do with him. I ran into him at the baths, he actually called my name out as I walked down the hall to my room. I don't care if he was good looking, I don't care if he was the second bottom in some D List porn movie, I wasn't letting him touch me again. He seemed shocked that I blew him off and would not even acknowledge him. I just thought I would share both experiences because if you are considering doing this for the first time, take a moment and talk to the guy, let him know this is new to you, and emphasize you want him to have a good time just like you do. But don't allow anyone to just plow into you, because they could cause you harm that could last for years. There are nice, patient guys out there who are willing to work with you because in the end, he has a good time as well. It just goes to show you

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It's very offensive to spit someone's load out right in front of them. At the very least, excuse yourself to the powder room and quietly spit it into your purse like a high-end whore.

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same. i'd get spun and stay up all night worshiping a dom master's cock. it's like i lived in a parallel universe and makes me more frustrated when sober i gag after like 5 min 😜

Am 100% bottom it's when feel of the bare cock going inside and feeling them cum right up, I did dry top once I just cude not get hard so that was an Clear indicator that I was a bottom the only time I get hard is when an top in dumping his load in me and if it's poz I go wild

Yesterday... off Sniffies... a guy reached out saying he wanted to "eat my pussy and fill me with his cum" in the first message with a back of his 7.5 thick uncut cock slight curve up. Hes 30 years old vers poz and likes to breed. He fucked an bred me just like a real cumdump would want to receive. He first ate me out like a real devotee. Deep tongue and perfect suction, going for every drop of cum that might have been there before him.... there was from 2 hour earlier...He knew.. planted his seed deep, flexed his cock tell it went soft inside me and slowly pulled out! I was cum drunk. Flooded and in bliss

Every load I jack I lick up.

I think longest for me didn't exceed two hours. I guess I am easily bored??? LOL

Good on you Philip for not just going with the name brand. Nothing wrong with Yamaha; but a good reputation shouldn't be our only choice. Some decades ago now I bought my first Hyundai. Hyundai's entry into the US with the relatively crappy Excel didn't give them the best start. But they were obviously working to change that with one hell of a warranty. My first one covered anything for the first 100,000 miles. And almost nothing went wrong. Everything felt like it was in the right place. and even though inexpensive, had a lot of features only the high priced entries had. I've never regretted that. It wasn't a Toyota, but I didn't give up anything either... Save that a few coworkers gave me grief that I bought a sh!tmobile. In the end.... Balance. Hmm, it is just one of those things we'll always do, kinda like breathing. Some days that is a bit more challenging, somedays it feels like there is no log to fall off of. Every day is a practice. 🙂 I submit that you're already having the time of your life...

There is another media source I recently tapped into. I try not to follow the chaos each day, much less each hour, and record Rachel Maddow's show each week. A summary helps me as I don't have to engage emotions in things over which I have zero control at the moment. I am content to be aware and not step into the drama. My Previously mentioned 2x weekly podcast takes that information and adds context. I get my weekly local newspaper which takes me maybe 30 minutes to get current. And finally, I record the 30 minute local The Milwaukee Journal station, skip over the drama that doesn't apply to me; catch a decent national weather report and let it all go. Instead I've happened along a YouTube channel. There are a couple of Yard Cleanup summarized to half an hour or an hour to see chaos become orderly. One in particular, a fellow over in Detroit area, has his own version of that called Midlife Stockman. He recently left corporate life as his YouTube success grew. Easy on the eyes, articulate and pleasurable voice. (he could lower the machine volume by half). But his mission he has adopted is soul healing stuff. None of this has anything to do with the disease we share. But after six month of 47, I just needed relief. But I mention Sean Stockman's channel as he is a lovely blend of altruism, realistic, and gratitude. Maybe a touch too much gratitude, but I really need that right now... We, us here, most of us around see the benefit in community. And our community isn't just one idea, or one important thing, or one enjoyable attribute. Our lives are a sum of diverse interests, activities, challenges and pleasures. But we are one. We are, as I see it, one human family. We do well when we do well to ourselves AND others. I think us American's aren't in disagreement about what we need. But others are trying to tell us what we need, no matter what we see in front of us ourselves. It sort of feels like we're in the Hunger Games and none of us signed up for that.

Cause I love wearing pink dresses.

If so, would love to sign up. Love sucking cock and I do swallow!

I will do that! So far just been touristing except for one quick breeding. Friday and Saturday will be my main days, and when back in Tokyo about 10 days later

I spun a yarn to my landlady about longer hours on site to cover for the fact that I started going round to the Barbican after almost every shift. I did have to be mindful of getting enough sleep to be able to do my job properly, so we kept it to one load from each of them on weekdays before I’d go off and find my bus. On the Saturday I just started skipping the pub completely and went a roundabout route straight to their flat, where I happily spent the afternoon and evening being available for an even larger number of guys than the previous weekend, albeit they came and went in dribs and drabs rather than it being an all-out gangbang orgy. The fuck flu hit me the following Thursday, and my landlady really showed off another side to herself as she swung into action to look after me. I managed to text Bill to let him know, but my landlady insisted on being the one to ring my foreman and tell him I had proper flu. She really was very sweet to me for those few days, what I can remember of them. Once I was in recovery the following Tuesday I struggled back to work, the foreman taking pity on me as I was still clearly under the weather and putting me on inventory duties. A couple of days later though I felt much more human, and was back doing proper work on the site. On the Saturday I went back to the Barbican flat, and Bill took me out to a clinic in Islington to get tested. He and Sean marked my conversion by fucking a few more loads into me that night. My fun times with them had never really been about chasing though, with the pozzing just being a happy side benefit. I continued to visit them frequently as I enjoyed both their company and the sex, particularly their ability to find a whole host of other men to use me at what were now weekly fuck-fests every Saturday, and they were becoming quite fond of me too. They eventually suggested I move in to one of their two guest rooms, to save me both the rent I was paying as well as the long bus journeys from southeast London, or at least for as long as I was working on the tower build. I jumped at that, and happily bid farewell to my landlady when I moved out, her battleaxe routine having returned completely once my flu was gone. Bill and Sean wanted nothing but my body in return for the room, and I had no qualms about such an arrangement. They brought me a good supply of other men to have fun with, and were also open to me finding my own guests occasionally. They particularly liked the vers couple in their early thirties who were fully up for taking loads from the older men while using my eager hole to deposit their own. I have made myself scarce on Sundays once out of bed so Bill and Sean can have some time alone as a couple. Sometimes I go to see my mum, sometimes I just get out and do something in London, and sometimes I’m up for a bit more fun and seek it out in a sauna or something. It all depends how worn out I am after whatever has happened on the Saturday, but I’ve become such a rampant cumdump that I’m usually able to muster up the energy for a few more loads. Increasingly I’ve been getting into anonymous stuff, with a sauna I’ve found in Hoxton providing me the opportunity to back up against a gloryhole to take whatever is available. I’ve even found a set of toilets in a park near my mum’s place that I sometimes visit for a load or two after before I get the train back to London. With more time and money, and a bit of encouragement from Bill and Sean, I got on with the inking of my back over many long, often-painful sessions. I had sketched the basics of the design I wanted, which the artist then translated into a final version. A mesh of thorns across the top of my back, it gradually transitions into a pair of snakes whose open fanged mouths look like they’re about to bite into a large, stylised biohazard symbol just above my buttocks. When it was finally done it looked fantastic, though Bill and Sean had been getting off on each addition as the whole design had been gradually applied. They marked its completion by surprising me with a pair of giant silver bracelets to complement my chain, with a B engraved on the inside of the lock of one, and an S on the other. My heart nearly exploded, but they assured me that this was as much for their benefit as it was mine, given how much they were still turned on by my big chain and wanted me to be wearing even more silver (and boy did they demonstrate how much it turned them on that evening). I now proudly wear my chains all the time, despite the ribbing I sometimes get from the guys on site. I’m not sure if I’ll stay with Bill and Sean after the tower is done, but it’s a pretty sweet arrangement for all of us and they have reassured me many times they like having me around. The Square Mile is also an easy place to start a commute to most other parts of London I could end up working at in the future, at least compared to the back arse of New Cross where I was before. For now, I’m not going to think too much about what’s to come, and just enjoy being me. Handsome, muscular, tattooed, slutty, blinged-up, pozzed-up cumdump Viking me. It’s ace!