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DON'T EVER LET YOURSELF FALL FOR A MARRIED MAN Married Mike and I carried on playing for a few months and stayed in touch for years. He was a very sexy guy, and I think we developed a bit of an unhealthy attraction for each other, considering his domestic situation. I know this was true for me. He talked once about meeting up on a Saturday afternoon just to go to a movie together – in essence, a date -- but it never happened. I think Mike was fantasizing about a life different than the straight path he had taken. Even though I knew that my fuck-buddy was only a fuck-buddy and would never be more, I couldn’t deny that I had an emotional and sexual attachment to him. Plus, his sexual appetite aligned with mine and his abilities were to die for. We had a standing Friday lunch time fuck-date for a while, and it was my turn to rent the room. I never let him know about my status and he never asked, and we always fucked with a condom. Over the course of a few months, I fucked him a couple of times and we flipped a few times. But as time went on, he topped me most of the time, and I was happy to be the bottom in our trysts. I think that once he experienced getting fucked a few times, he was more comfortable doing the fucking, just like at home. His itch for getting fucked had been scratched. By nature, I was always verbal during sex and made a lot of noise and often talked filthy without even being aware of it. Mike also seemed to grunt and groan a lot but was usually not verbal until after he shot his load. We both sweat like pigs when we fucked. I still do. It was a beautiful October day, with a brilliant blue sky as I exited the expressway to the suburb where our meeting place was and I rented a room. As I anticipated our get-together, my cock got hard, and I felt my pits sweating. My mouth went dry, and I needed a gulp of water. I was hungry for Mike. I had it bad and I knew it. Mike was especially horny and aggressive that day. He was taller, heavier and more muscular than me and he could easily overpower me if he wanted. He pinned me on my back and laid on top of my kissing me, licking me all over, my nips and my pits. My legs were wrapped around his muscular core, and my ankles crossed over his ass. Both our cocks were leaking precum. He reached over to his bag and grabbed a condom and some lube and then he pushed my legs back to my chest. He licked the precum off my cock and continued down to my ass. His tongue darted around my rosebud and licked around the rim as I pulled my knees to my chest and opened my cheeks to him. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I responded by trying to open my hole up even more to him. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy,” I encouraged him, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind all week.” “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms and to kiss you,” Mike replied. “I’ve been dreaming of what we're going to do.” Mike pushed and stretched my legs out straight upward. My thick runners’ legs were against his hairy chest, and I felt his big knob of a cock head covered with his precum seeking out its target. My hole was slippery and spit-covered hole as he pushed into me, filling me. My ass felt so sensitive to the feeling of his cock entering my hole. It must have been the rough rimming he’d given me. Mike’s cock was in me all the way and we were kissing roughly, like two animals trying to consume each other. His cock was so thick that even now, it took me a few minutes to loosen up before he could start pounding away at me. Mike maneuvered me from being on my back to lying face down without withdrawing his large cock from me. As he fucked me, I felt his sweat dripping on my back. Finally, he laid down on top of me with his full weight and bear hugged me, then flipped us both so he was on his back, and I was laying on top of him. I grinded my hips as I felt his rod reacting inside my hole. His hairy torso was pasted against my back with sweat. He reached around with his left hand to my nipple, and with his right hand, he started jacking my stiff cock as I squirmed with his cock still planted deeply, fucking myself on him. I reached down and behind to his ass cheeks to try to pull him in deeper, but he was buried all the way in me. With the combination of all of this, he hugged me so tightly I thought he was going to crush me as I felt his cock spasming inside me. I thought I was imagining the feeling of a hot shot splashing inside me. Mike stayed hard as usual after he came. He kept me on my back flat on top of his chest as he jacked my cock in his big fist and I came with such force that I painted my face and chest with my load, and I involuntarily pushed out his hard cock. It slapped against his abs with the remnants of his load drooling from his urethra onto his hairy abs. Cum was dripping my ass and mixing with the sweat and cum already on him. Mike and I were both drenched in sweat and cum. I felt his load oozing out of my hole. Mike had decided to forego the condom and for the first time had cum inside of me raw. I stuck a finger in my hole and knew for certain that he creampied me as I withdrew my finger and licked it. “I bred your ass, Dave. I hope you aren’t mad at me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. "You drenched me. You're going to have to pay for an abortion," I said and then I kissed him. That door was wide open now and I was conflicted about it. Once again, the hotel room stank of sweat and cum. We wanted to spend the afternoon fucking but we both had to get back to our work places. I got up and extended my hand to pull him up. We went to the bathroom and both got in the shower. We washed each other and kissed as we did so. Mike turned me around so I was facing away from him as he hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. Then I felt his hard cock once again against my ass. I guided his unwrapped dick to my hole, and he entered me raw for the second time. I didn’t know if I was putting him at risk or not. After slowly fucking me against the shower wall, he once again groaned as he pulled me tight and released another large load inside of me. On the drive back to the office, I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment to discuss starting meds.

slightly off topic but i don't know how coincidental getting sick after a hook up is. i know i often feel mild or vague "i think im coming down w something" illness particularly after a busy weekend w multiple partners. logically, sex is dirty and especially since most of the guys i do it with are as slutty as i am, it's no surprise some germs got swapped. i'm not talking sti or hiv but stick 6 random piss sticks in your mouth at the eagle and it's not rocket science that some bacteria may have made a home in your throat.

Submissive cumdump here that takes all loads no questions asked. I am negative and do not need drugs or poppers. I am not on prep and i guess i am indifferent towards the risk of being pozzed. I do routine sti testing and deal with what shows up(it anything).

Love they took Dan to the bathhouse, while he was still technically protected by his PrEP, and exposed him to being a cumdump slut. Jason & Jimmy really know how to convert a guy.

I answered this in 2022, and now to update i can answer yes to all but one. I guess that i am even more so now than in 22. I am good with that

I know horse market in the USA, but are there others? I am in Chicago and would love to find one close to me.

For me it was a out a year after i started playing with guys and i got over my self induced guilt about enjoying sex with men. 22 years later, I estimate that i have sucked off and swallowed 1500+ loads and been bred another 300+ times. I am a cumdump always on the prowl for someone to breed me

Writing my thoughts this morning made me think in detail about the hook-up. The material of his shorts, how totally hungry I was to get his cock in my mouth, the first feel of his precum in the back of my throat. He called me a hungry fag lol. And again I am hard and dripping precum. You are correct, it is fun 😊

10.5 X 7 UC. Actually 11 X 7, but whose counting. And he shoot huge loads, and not just one, every time. POZ guy too, which had me wondering, how did that happen if you are listed as a total top. But I am not stupid, I have not asked that question and never will. Just bring it on...... I found him one afternoon on a Friday , on of all sites - Adam4adam! Not only can he speak in full sentences, he works in IT and can work on my computers while I work on his dick. Win/Win!

Once l realized that I loved being used by guys for their sexual urges, i have embraced true calling as a bottom cumdump. i love that any guy…married/straight/gay and anywhere in between can use me(no questions asked) for their sexual desires.

not like it's no fun trying to get there

At age 38, I sucked my first dick and found i was pretty good at it. On my 3rd time sucking, i swallowed and I realized my true calling. Within 6 months we fucked and i just knew that i loved the feeling of having a dick inside me. Personal guilt kept me going as a swallowing cocksucker and i found that i was submissive to those that i sucked off. As time went on, sucking and swallowing turned into being fucked and bred. I realized that i was born to be a submissive cumslut/cumdump and i am proud of my abilities.

Such a Beautiful Ass. I'd love to fill it.

I totally know right where you are coming from. I thought a guy might have pozzed me last summer. Got fucked good at the bathhouse by a guy. Lots of cum in my ass. I toothbrushed it some after the fuck and put the butt plug in my ass for a while too. Afew weeks after that I got sick with flu like symptoms. Lasted about 3 weeks and went away. A while after that I tested and only one line. I was nervous about i my have gotten pozzed but at the same time I was disappointed with the results that showed I was still negative. I just said to myself better keep trying.

I cant remember, I was preschool. I was 10-11 and I liked boys (sexual).

Word of advice on your profiles. Certain sites will not allow or even ban you for using the letter T, in parTy and play. Just as the poster above me mentioned, the capitalization of T, certainly indicates the use of Tina. I have had more than a few fuck buds have their accounts banned (especially from BBRT) for using that in either their screen name or handle, or mention it in their profile. That's not to say that you can't include it in your private messages between you and someone you are interested in, but many apps will ask a simple "yes" or "no" to drug use. I know it seems like a contradiction to allow this question, yet not allow you to have it in your profile. But at least you can get an idea if a persons likes to "party and play". You also run across many guys who post "NO PNP" in their profile, so if you see that, well that about answers any questions you may have on that subject. Happy hunting!

I will also add that years later when I started to have group play I noticed that I just sat back and watched until someone more dominant came and pulled me into the group. I didn’t really understand at the time I was being submissive but looking back it was a clear sign. lol.

Let me rephrase in words of one syllable: DON'T FEED THE TROLLS.

Dan’s thumb hovered over the send button, his heart pounding as he stared at the text he’d just typed in answer to Jimmy's question about what he'd said during their four way with Carl. “Yeah, I’m serious,” he wrote, then hesitated. His fingers trembled as he added, “But I’m still scared.” He hit send, the words disappearing into the void of Jimmy’s inbox. The weight of his admission pressed on his chest, a mix of excitement and terror that left him breathless. The reply came almost instantly, as if Jimmy had been waiting. “Come over Sunday afternoon. Bring your PrEP. We’ll talk.” By Sunday, Dan’s nerves had twisted into a knot. He clutched his bottle of PrEP like a talisman as he rang the doorbell to Jimmy and Jason’s place. The door swung open, revealing Jimmy’s freckled face and a smirk that sent a shiver down Dan’s spine. “About time,” Jimmy said, stepping aside to let him in. “Jason’s in the kitchen. We’ve got something to propose.” Jason stood by the counter, his athletic frame casual yet commanding. He glanced up from the lockbox in his hands, his brown eyes locking onto Dan’s. Jimmy placed the lockbox on the table, its metal surface cold and unyielding. “Here’s the deal. We’re putting our meds in here. You put in your PrEP and promise not to get a refill. You get the key. If you don’t unlock it, in six weeks, our viral loads will be infectious and you’ll be barebacking with us, no protection. But if you change your mind before then, you open it, and we all start our meds again. Your choice.” Dan’s hands shook as he took the key, its weight heavier than its size suggested. “What if… what if I can’t do it?” Jason’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Then you open the box. But if you’re serious about this, you’ll find you want to stick it out. Discover which you end up choosing. That’s all we’re asking.” Dan nodded, his throat dry. “Okay. I’ll do it.” They placed their meds inside, the click of the lockbox sealing their pact. Jason clapped Dan on the shoulder, his grip tight. “Good. Now, let’s celebrate. We’re taking you to the baths. Sunday’s the perfect day—older crowd, more poz guys. You’ll fit right in.” The baths were a labyrinth of steam and shadows, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and desire. Dan clung to Jimmy and Jason as they navigated the dimly lit halls, his heart racing. The whispers of men echoed around them, the occasional moan breaking through the haze. “Relax,” Jimmy murmured, his hand brushing Dan’s lower back. “You’re safe here. And you’re gonna love it.” They led him to a private room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Jason pressed Dan against the wall, his lips brushing his ear. “Ready to be shared?” Dan’s breath hitched as Jason’s hands roamed down his body. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice trembling. Jimmy stepped forward, his green eyes dark with desire. “Good boy.” They took turns with him, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of his body. Jason’s cock slid into him first, slow and deliberate, his biohazard tattoo glinting in the low light. Dan gasped, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. “That’s it,” Jason growled, his thrusts steady and deep. “Take it all.” Jimmy watched, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “My turn next. But first…” He leaned in, kissing Dan fiercely, their tongues tangling as Jason fucked him harder. The room grew hotter, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the space. Dan’s moans were raw, his inhibitions melting away as he surrendered to the pleasure. When Jason pulled out, Jimmy slid in, his uncut cock filling Dan completely. “Fuck, you’re nice and smooth,” Jimmy groaned, his hands gripping Dan’s hips. “Perfect for what we’ve got planned.” They moved as one, their rhythms syncing as they shared Dan’s body, their cocks sliding in and out of him with abandon. Dan’s head fell back, his breath ragged as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” Jason commanded, his fingers brushing Dan’s leaking hole. “We’re taking you out there. Let everyone see what a good slut you are.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. They led him to the main orgy area, the steam swirling around them as they found an open space. Jason pushed Dan to his knees, his cock thrusting into Dan’s mouth as Jimmy positioned himself behind, sliding back into Dan’s eager hole. The whispers of the crowd grew louder, the air electric with voyeuristic desire. Dan’s mouth worked around Jason’s cock, his moans muffled as Jimmy pounded into him from behind. Hands reached out, touching, exploring, as strangers joined in, their cocks pressing against Dan’s chest, his back, his face. “That’s it,” Jimmy panted, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. Show them what you are.” Dan’s eyes fluttered closed, his body a conduit for their pleasure. He was no longer just Dan—he was their slut, their toy, their soon to be poz whore. The presence of the key back in the locker felt like a promise, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. Jason and Jimmy yielded Dan's ass to a series of other guys. Most of them were decades older. Some in good shape, others less so. As he took their cocks, Jason or Jimmy would take turns murmuring in his ear urging him to ride that poz cock or milk that poz load. He was moved around the room, to the sling and then the fuck bench. By the end of the afternoon Dan had taken 8 loads and felt very slutty. As the afternoon faded, Dan stood in the changing room, his breath ragged, his body still buzzing from the encounter. He stared at the key in his hand, its metal surface cool against his palm. The choice he’d made felt heavier now, the consequences more real. Six weeks. He closed his fist around the key, the weight of it settling deep in his chest. The fear was still there, but so was the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer a neg guy on PrEP—he was something more, something wilder, something free.

So now I am pretty confident I did not get pozzed by this guy. I am somewhat confused by my feelings. When I first realised I might have been exposed to hiv i was panicked! What a stupid thing to have done! Then I started to think about the actual event, I remembered lots of little details and thought it pretty hot. I jerked off a lot thinking about it and then playing with and looking at my cum, just thinking it might actually have HIV in it! I ate some off my fingers every time. I tried several times to contact the guy, but he just ignored me, and that freaked me out. That's when I started feeling I was most likely pozzed. It wasn't a horrible feeling. Just resignation. I started looking up how it would affect my job. I started looking at medications , reading about people who decided to delay meds. I think when I took the test I was equally excited to find out I was actually poz as I was to be relieved it would be negative. That 20 minutes was definitely my Schrödinger moment. lol, I checked the test a dozen times before the timer rang. At one point it looked like there were 2 lines, and my heart raced and I got an erection! I didn't do anything with it, and just watched that line disappear . Although I think I am definitely relieved, I have to admit to a feeling of what I can only say is disappointment.

Party in any context on grindr or other apps 99.99% chance means some kind of drugs. Party and play (or PNP) means drugs and sex. Could be any drugs they're doing. parTy with big letter T means meth though because some people call it Tina.

I'd join for sure, since you are toxic it would be a very sexy group.