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Im en route to Tokyo, Japan. I had a long 6 hour layover so I started to scout the airport between relaxing in the lounge. It’s long been my dream to hook up at an airport and I’ve succeeded twice, but one time it was too risky so we couldn’t follow through and the other time I sucked the guy for 30 seconds before he came in my mouth so it doesn’t properly count. I almost hooked up with someone but we deemed it too risky and called it off. Then another 2 hours go by and the airport gets quiet.:. The calm in eye of the storm as it was just a lull in the flight activity for 1-2 hours. Well lucky me as a guy suddenly came online advertising his need to empty his balls. And a hot hairy muscle daddy at that! I make sure I am prepped and we arrange to meet up by one of the quiet gates in one of the corners of the building but I was going to scout it first. Some annoying lady could be heard on the phone right outside, but no guys came into the bathroom for 5 min so I decided the coast was clear. The bathroom wasn’t very big but it was not that hard to look under the separating walls and see a pair or two of feet so I wanted it to be empty lol. I messaged him and he came over right away. We went into the corner booth and and immediately we share a connection kissing like horny teenagers and rubbing our hands over each other bodies. He starts of by sucking my rock hard dick for a few min (yeah I get very turned on by forbidden scenes like that), then I returned the favor. We weren’t going to risk something long so we got to the fucking and he was pleasantly surprised by how easily his sizeable dick slid in while I was also able to massage his raw dick. He started slow stroking my hole hitting my prostate with each stroke leaving me in pig heaven stifling moans with pre cum dripping from my dick. He picked up the pace after a few min and pounded me as hard as one can do quietly for about 3-4 min. He then pulled out jerked himself off for 30 seconds before slamming it back in and holding back a primal urge to grunt and huff as he came hard inside me, I felt every pulse and the wet feeling right away. I am now waiting to board my flight filled with his babes and a little cum stain in my underwear and rock hard thinking about how I lost my airport virginity properly an hour ago. 🐽😋💦✈️

Sex, especially great sex, can become addictive. The pleasure stimulates is in so many ways. “Sex has significant impacts on the brain, involving a complex interplay of hormones, neurotransmitters, and brain regions that influence pleasure, bonding, and even cognitive function. It triggers the release of "feel-good" chemicals like dopamine and oxytocin, which contribute to pleasure, motivation, and bonding. Regular sexual activity can also have positive effects on cognitive function, particularly in older adults.” when one is able to disconnect from previous social programming (morality as a form of social control), we can let ourselves experience a euphoric interaction. Being used by multiple people can allow us to receive some positive much needed attention. The satisfaction of helping others receive pleasure might also play a role. sleazy group sex might be a more natural form of Prozac.

I would definitely sign up as a bttm for this hotel and this roulette game

I spent the rest of the day only half paying attention to any of the conference. Went to the speakers and did the usual small talk crap. I kept thinking back to that morning when Mark’s cock throbbed and flooded my hole with his cum. My ass still throbbed now and then and twitched at the idea of what he might have in store for me. Every time I thought of his statement my cock chubbed up. I figured I would use the lunch break to sneak up to my room at take a rest and make sure I hadn’t leaked through my suit. As I was crossing the lobby to the bank of elevators I saw Mark coming in from outside head the same way. The doors opened and I went in quickly hoping to not have to ride up with him. Just when I thought I was another person stepped in pausing the doors from closing and Mark and the stranger joined me. I turned and faced forward with Mark to my side and the stranger in front of us talking loudly into their phone about some random topic. Stranger got off on 3 and we were left alone. As soon as the doors closed Mark turn to me and, grabs my chin and stares in my eyes and orders me to strip and get on all four on my bed once we get to the rooms. As soon as he touched me my cock got rock hard and my knees went weak. How could he have such power over me in so short a time. We walked to our separate doors and went in. As soon as my door closed I started ripping off my suit and tie. I couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough wanting to have that thick uncut cock in me again, I was on all fours and waiting when I heard the door open and felt him approach. A bottle of poppers was thrown near my head and I grabbed them willingly and started taking a hit as I felt his hard cock pushing against my hole. Before I exhaled He grabbed my hips and thrust into me in one go. Taking my breath away he started slamming into my hole. Fuck he felt so good in my ass. His jack hammer pace and the waiting all day had the effect of making me into a slut. Slamming my ass back on his cock. I could feel his sweat dripping on me and his thrust were coming more erratic. Suddenly I felt my own cock responding and my ass hole twitched and clench as my load shot out onto the bed bellow me just as I felt his cock spasming in my ass dropping what felt like a huge load. Just then I heard Mark say “Wow you are a fucking slut waiting to be bred aren’t you” Except his voice was coming from the communicating doors not from behind me……

Wish that was my hole

Hello beautiful, Today, first thing in the morning, I drove all the way to Ikea again to grab the curtains and the rug. I had a bit of trouble finding the curtains, actually, because it said there were over a hundred in stock, but I couldn’t find any in the location. Even the staff couldn’t find them. I was very disappointed after making it all this way again, and I stood there contemplating whether I should compromise and get something of inferior quality—when I saw the curtains I wanted. They were half buried under a different brand. Whoever stocked it had put it in the wrong location. Hell yes! And I also found the rug too. So I drove home, windows rolled down, playing some good music, bobbing my head to the sound of the good vibes, and life felt pretty good, buddy. When I got home, I got started on it right away. And that was when I felt this ache to share the experience with someone. You see, when we were with Kevin, I would regularly send him updates on how everything was going. I had this temptation to send updates to Phil, and I stopped myself. I decided that once I was finished, first and foremost, I needed to share it with myself—so I did. I sent the image to you. And then I started sharing it with the world, including Phil. Some people replied, others didn’t, but that’s okay because I’m not sending it out to get approval or to fill a void. If no one replies, that would be okay, because I experienced it for myself. I savoured it, and now I’m inviting others into my world to experience it with me. I’m sending it out from a place of abundance. Agia and I are naturally drifting apart. Our messages are very few and far between, and they’re short and shallow. I think he’s one of those people who will slowly drift into the void. Phil is another person who’s been on my mind. I tried to organise a time to meet up with him in the next couple of weeks to give him his birthday present, but it’s been over twenty-four hours since the message and he still hasn’t replied. It makes me feel like I’m definitely not in his top priorities right now. It stings because I can see myself making him a priority, so I can feel how it’s starting to become a one-way street in terms of connection. And that’s the same with a lot of my current friends at the moment—even the ones I place in my top five close friends. Sometimes their replies take a week, and it makes me feel like I can’t really deepen my relationship with them except for when we meet in person, which only happens once every couple of weeks or so. To be honest, with Phil, I am secretly hoping that he’s busy today because he’s met someone and is having a wonderful time with that man, which is why he doesn’t have time to be on his phone. I would genuinely be happy for him to have found someone, because dating is very difficult and finding someone is not easy. So if he can do it, then I’m rooting for him all the way. Secretly, deep down, I also want him to date someone else because it would instantly bring some clarity into my life. I mean, if he’s ready to date again and is dating someone else, then that means he’s not interested in me—otherwise, he would have come back to date me, right? And if that’s the case, that he’s dating someone else, then it could be the best reason for me to finally let go of him. No more what-ifs. That would be a relief, buddy. I’m also holding onto a lot more power than I give myself credit for. I could choose to walk away from all this any time I want—to thank him for the beautiful chapter we offered each other and go our separate ways. But I choose not to leave just yet. And I don’t really know why that is. Well, I do know. I just don’t want to admit it or name it, because then it becomes too real. But what the heck—I’ll say it anyway: I want him to choose me. And maybe if I stick around long enough, he might. But I can feel a part of my soul dying each day, buddy, waiting for him. Even though I am moving forward with my life—through singing and hopefully soon, piano lessons, through house renovations and going on solo dates with myself—if I’m honest, I am only doing these things to try and outrun Phil and my feelings toward him. To distract myself with so many things that I don’t have time to stop and think. But we both know that we are so damn good at managing our time that it doesn’t matter how much we pack into our days—we are still going to have so much free time, aren’t we? So that’s where I’m at right now, buddy. A bit of a beautiful mess, but that’s what being human is all about, isn’t it? Stay awesome. Have a good night. Chat soon. xx

Thank you for your beautiful reply @PozBearWI Always love hearing from you and your insights. Thank you for being part of this journey with me 🙂

The religious angle is interesting. I live what used to be a very conservative Catholic society (Ireland). Beginning with my parents generation that started to shift and in my lifetime things have swung very much the other way, so much so that we’re now one of the most liberal countries in Europe. We’re not Berlin level but we’re level of ahead of most places in terms of live and let live. It’s a slightly different situation for you I think. As a Mormon in (I assume) the USA, you’d have been part of a conservative group in an overall liberal nation (I know the USA is a big place and there’s nuance and geography to this, but overall America was a lot more liberal than Ireland anyway until relatively recently). So it’s probably a personal liberation for you and finding your place in a bigger society that allows for that? Unfortunately the Catholic guilt thing is still big here, particularly among older men (not ancient, anyone who grew up in the 80s or before). And it’s a small place with few degrees of separation between people and word travels fast so even younger guys have a level of discretion you don’t find in bigger cities and countries. Guys are more timid about joining in on this type of sex, particularly if cameras are involved or big groups where they might end up knowing somebody. That probably doesn’t apply to you outside your old Mormon circle, in which case enjoy that and run with it!

Well it’s sex and lots of it, what’s not to like? Also I wonder is there a submissive side to you. For me that gets triggered by the idea of offering myself to lots of men, or to one man who then makes all the decisions about who fucks me. My agency being taken away gets me going, someone else makes all the decisions and I just focus on being a hole. As regards the watching, for me that taps into two things: bringing pleasure to more men than can physically fuck me at once, through letting them watch. Also the further degradation of being not just a submissive whore but a visible one. Wait till you discover cameras to take that last bit to the next level 😈

I agree you must be organizing it wrong, because based on your body and ass pics you should be getting 12 loads per session! I assume any top who shows up is breeding your hot ass! as someone who breeds cumdumps regularly I suggest making the first move even though you’re a sub. Be ready NOW, not “after you clean out”. Be ready. I have a lot of regulars and I usually end up breeding the guy who hits me up when timing is right. I don’t text the cumdumps I’ve bred before. I log online and see who’s looking NOW. It sounds like you party, but if you’re going for quantity don’t turn down guys who don’t partake. Quick, sober and just wanna unload is an extra anon load for you. you can’t be picky at all if you want high numbers. It’s about you being a sleazy pig and a wet trashed hole. Take ALL loads. Guys who are into that will appreciate a hot built cumhound full of cum!

Thanks for sharing this good story!

working on it . i think i have too many ideas and they don't seem to like ....fit and it is making me cranky

I have, just once, with a redneck clerk somewhere in his twenties. A brief sucking and got my cock up his ass for a few strokes, but not to much - he had to get back to work. After his shift I followed him back to his trailer ("mobile home") and had a nice time breeding both him and his wife. We both did her but most of the time was me with my bare dick up his ass. But that's the only time anything happened with an ABS clerk. Bath House clerks are easier.