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There's at least one (maybe 2?) in Z. There's def one in the long, narrow toilet room on the second floor. I think there's a chalkboard on the 3rd floor too. I've never posted on the board. Maybe next? 🤔 And the vids in bathhouses now are digital but most of what plays looks like it was ripped from VHS. 😭 1. Piss 2. Get a few water/Gatoraids from the vending machine. 3. Head to the room. 3a. Unpack. Check to make sure im still cleaned up. 3b. Go rinse out with the hose/shower if needed. 4. Take a spin to see whats up. 5. Check apps to see if any fuckbuds are close or anybody else to hit up. 6. Lock up the valuables. 7. Grab blindfold/lube and park in a sling. 8. Take dick 10+ hours. Break as needed. Dont leave till I got 15+ loads churning. 10. Hydrate. Shower up. Bounce.

About the same here. My sex drive is too high too. I enjoy cumming from getting fucked a lot more than jerking off but I remember rubbing one out was a massive relief!!

Jake's life as a pass around party bottom was a whirlwind of depraved, kink-filled adventures. He thrived on the attention and the raw, uninhibited sex that came with being the center of the action at various underground parties and private gatherings. His reputation grew in the pig and [banned word] communities, making him a highly sought-after hole among those who craved extreme sexual experiences. His main dealer, a towering man named Tyrone, but better known as “Big Smoke” to those on the street, was a dominant pig who knew exactly how to cater to Jake's insatiable desires and make a fuck ton of money in the process. Tyrone, a hulking mass of roided out muscle with a thick beard and a mohawk, stood tall at 6'5" and had an intimidating presence that only added to his allure. His black skin was adorned with wild tattoos, telling a story of his life in ink, and a thick septum piercing that gave off the perfect pig energy. His unyielding gaze could make even the most seasoned pig quiver with anticipation. His cock, a monstrous and thick uncut beast at 14” with Prince Albert piercing, was always at the ready. Even before his strong dose of trimix he was the stuff of legend. Tyrone was into the nastiest kinks imaginable, and he loved exploring all of them with Jake, who was always eager to please. Tyrone in all his glory… Overall, Tyrone was a solid dealer and well known in both PNP and pig groups. He always had top notch product and was very reliable. Despite his tough, menacing exterior, he was always friendly and very trustworthy. His jacked muscles, sagging pants, and Jordans made him look like any other dealer and that was the Tyrone that most everybody knew. But to a select few—Jake included—Tyrone was so much worse behind closed doors. The weekend invitations from Tyrone were never subtle. He would send Jake a simple text message with an address and a time, often accompanied by a crude photo of Tyrone’s hard cock pressing against a nasty jockstrap. Jake knew what was expected of him when he received these texts: show up, get slammed, and get wrecked. And that's exactly what he did. Jake was always available for Tyrone, so when he got the text he knew what to do. Jake's heart raced as he approached the location—one of Tyrone's buddy’s apartment, a place he had been to several times before. He was feeling the familiar excitement and anticipation of a weekend of complete submission. He had been with Tyrone countless times before, but each visit was a fresh thrill that never failed to get his blood pumping. He knocked on the door, his body exited as he waited. The door swung open, and there stood one of Tyrone's piggy friends, a massive black man named Jamal. He was a massive man, with thick, bulging muscles that threatened to tear through his tight white tank top and a thick beard that framed a sinister smile. His bald head gleamed with sweat, and his eyes were dark with desire as they roamed over Jake's body. He was wearing only a ratty, old jockstrap that barely contained his substantial package, the fabric stained with a mix of sweat and precum. The scent of musk and male arousal filled the air, making Jake's cock and hole twitched in his shorts. Behind Jamal, Jake could see the apartment, a cesspool of depravity that was the setting for their weekend-long orgy. The walls were covered in posters of muscular men fucking, fisting, and extreme bondage. The floor was sticky with the remnants of past parties. The air was thick with the smell of meth, piss, and sweat—a heady cocktail that made Jake's knees wobble. Tyrone emerged from the smoke-filled room, his own muscular body covered in a patchwork of ink, his cock straining the torn fabric of his jockstrap. He had a sadistic glint in his eye that Jake found utterly irresistible. He called Jake inside with a grin, showing off his own jockstrap, which was even more disgusting than Jamal's. As Jake stepped into the room, the door closed behind him with a finality that made his stomach flutter. Tyrone grabbed him by the neck and shoved him down to the floor, tearing off his shorts and tank top with a feral growl. Jake's eyes went wide as he saw the three other men that had gathered—each one larger, dirtier, and more intimidating than the last. First, there was DeShawn, a beefy bear of a man with a thick beard and a gut that hung over his jock. His cock was already hard and leaking as he watched the scene unfold. Then there was Marcus, a lean, mean-looking stud with a shaved head and piercings all over his body. His eyes were wild and hungry, and his jock was stained with what looked like a week's worth of sweat. Lastly, there was Marvin, who was the shortest of the group but made up for it with his sheer bulk. His chest was a carpet of hair, and his cock was the largest Jake had seen in a long time, even semi-soft. Tyrone tossed Jake his own jockstrap and a pair of used socks. "Get into these, pig," he barked, his voice thick with lust. Jake eagerly complied, sliding the socks onto his feet and pulling the jock up over his hips. The fabric was wet and sticky, but the smell of Tyrone's sweat and cum only served to make him hornier. As soon as Jake was dressed in the filthy attire, Tyrone's friends descended upon him. They pushed him onto the mattress, which squelched under his weight. Tyrone had his friends prep the slams they would soon share, while he switched out his septum and Prince Albert piercings, both thick and well worn. He frequently swapped them, loving the smells deep in his nose. The friends took turns admining their slams, finishing with Jake as the rush hit each one of them. With the excitement hitting all the men, they started filling Jake’s tight ass with their thick, raw dicks, passing their pipes and bongs as they went. The high was intense, a rush of euphoria that mixed with the pain and pleasure of their rough treatment. Once the drugs were really hitting, the men's last inhibitions disappeared. They began to groan and grunt, their movements becoming more and more aggressive. They spit on Jake's face and in his mouth, using him as their personal cumdumpster. They slapped his ass, pinched his pierced nipples, and pulled his hair, making him squeal with every thrust. Jake's body was a canvas for their kinks. They marked him with bruises and bitemarks, leaving no part of him untouched. His skin was slick with their sweat and spit, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The stench of piss grew stronger as the men relieved themselves on Jake, their streams mixing with the sweat and cum already coating his body. The four of them took turns using Jake, switching between his tight hole and eager mouth. They laughed and jeered as they fucked him, treating him like the dirty whore he craved to be. Every inch of him was claimed by their raw, uncut cocks, and he felt like he was going to burst with their cum. But they were just the beginning. The guests at Tyrone's weekend parties were a veritable smorgasbord of piggy depravity. They were a motley crew of men drawn from various walks of life, united by their insatiable appetites for the darker shades of carnality and their deep pockets that could afford Tyrone's top-shelf drugs and exclusive entertainment. The parties were a clandestine affair, a secret club where the rules of society were tossed out the window and the basest instincts of mankind were celebrated. Among these guests were the "Brewers," a trio of bearish, burly men with thick beards and equally thick cocks. They were known for their home-brewed poppers, which they eagerly shared with anyone who would partake, turning even the most vanilla of experiences into a mind-bending, hole-wrecking adventure. The Brewers were always dressed in leather and nothing else, their hairy bellies and cocks on full display as they moved from room to room, filling and refilling bottles of their potent concoctions for the eager pigs. Then there were the "Meat Injectors," a group of five or six muscular, tattooed gym rats who were obsessed with fisting and inflation. They'd arrive in their tank tops and jockstraps, each one with a medical kit full of syringes, lubes, and various-sized dildos. They were the masters of stretching limits, pushing Jake's body to the brink with their skilled hands and toys, making him feel like a human balloon animal. Their sessions were a mix of pain and pleasure, with Jake's cries echoing through the house as they competed to see who could make him the fullest. Another regular was "The Maestro," a refined, yet sadistic, older gentleman with a penchant for sounding. He'd bring an array of gleaming steel rods and plugs, and would conduct the evening's debauchery with a stern, yet artistic flair. His gentle touch belied the painful ecstasy he inflicted, as he meticulously worked his ever larger instruments into the willing piggies, turning their screams into symphonies of suffering and desire. And let's not forget the "Breeders," a pack of hung, hairy, and hyper-masculine daddies with a penchant for breeding load after load into any hole. They'd circle Jake like hungry wolves, each one eager to leave their mark deep inside his guts. Their sessions were raw, unbridled, and messy, with Jake's ass serving as the canvas for their fertile desires. Tyrone's parties were a playground of depravity, where no kink was too extreme and no limit too sacred. The air was always thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and poppers. The sounds of grunts, slaps, and wet flesh colliding filled the space as the pigs reveled in their hedonistic pursuits. The guys were into everything you could imagine, pushing each other and Jake to the edge of human experience. These were nights that Jake would never forget, even if he sometimes wished he could. The intense highs of the drugs and the relentless pounding of cocks, fists, feet, and toys inside him melded into a delirious haze of pleasure and pain. Jake was passed around from one man to the next, his body absolutely wrecked. After a weekend of being double fisted, pissed on, and used in every conceivable way he was a smiling mess. But through it all, he reveled in the feeling of being completely and utterly used, a mere receptacle for their lust. He was stretched beyond belief, his ass feeling like it might split in two at any moment, but he never once complained. This was what he lived for, the ultimate expression of his submissive nature. And as the sun rose the next Monday morning, the party would finally come to an end, leaving Jake a trembling, used mess, covered in a concoction of cum, sweat, and human filth, but always eager for the next weekend's invite.

Took me a while to get into bottoming. I topped exclusively for years. I met this hot fit bald guy who had kids and a wife in a toysrus parking lot. He hopped in my car and I drove us up to a discreet spot I knew. This guy was super hot and chiseled like a greek god. The second he talked I knew he was at least bi if not fully gay and living a double life. His voice was really high and feminine. Anyways, I started sucking him and he was loving it. I kept saying how bad I wanted to feel him inside me. Was able to convince him to breed me in my back seat. I rode his cock and got him fully naked halfway through. We made out a bunch while he was fucking me then blew his load in my ass. After that I started to bottom more and more till I almost became exclusively bottom for years. Some people start off living it bug other grow into it for sure. I envy all the really young guys who bottom all the time, I missed oug on some really hot cock in my early years

I love it and yearn for it ALWAYS. I want a BWC to be racist to me!

From the first time I got hard from visual stimuli, I knew I was gay and, once i knew what “top” and “bottom” were, that I was a bottom. I dreamt of men penetrating my mouth and my ass. I’ve never once truly desired to be a top. I’m super submissive sexually so there’s no real need to ever top, either.

That’s hot! I have no sons, but I have one daughter and one adult granddaughter.

The longest I’ve gone is about three weeks. Almost always locked these days, the only way I cum is via a massager and ruined orgasms but they’re still orgasms.

Yep the list used to be much longer. Bunker Den there used o be a couple of places on the X back in the day. Party all weekend then go to one of these for my Monday off. Was so Hot 🔥

Yeah, good distinction. I would reach a climax, but they were dry. I'd warp myself up in a blanket on the couch and rub my dick till I got off. I'd always get really tired after, and I remember liking the feeling a lot. My dad did some light but questionable stuff to me when I was really young, so I knew for a long time that people touched eachother for pleasure in some way even though I didn't have a concept of what sex was. Even though it was fucked up for my dad to be at that, I'd think about him touching me and getting off to that at a really young age. I would get chastized for touching myself all the time, and even though I was a kid who didn't have a clue, I think my dad took advantage of that cause I'd alway try and grab his dick in the tub. I'd go into my moms room and use her plug in massage tool and vibrate it off the head of my dick to get off all the time. I got yelled at a lot for that lol. When I was about 7 or 8 I'd touch myself thinking about different men all the time, and actively trying to get sneak peaks of my mom's boyfriends bodies or dicks. I remember when I started blowing loads but it never felt any better than it did before, just more messy lol.

#14 is my 1stchoice and #1 and #5 are perfect for me

It has taken me 5 years to get back to Japan and answer my own question but, yes, 24 Kaikan is predominantly bareback. I visited last night for 4 hours and ironically the only guy who fucked me with a condom was a guy from Australia. He mentioned he was not on PrEP. A few other observations. I went at 7.15pm on Saturday and was initially surprised to get straight in, no line of guys. It was busy but not extra busy though it seemed to get noticeably busier at about10pm. Being really busy may not always lead to more sex as the best (darkest) bunks will be full. About 90% Japanese guys, I’d say, although the Aussie I hooked up with the condom with was an immigrant from China. Very few westerners. Mostly a mature age range but lost of guys in 40s and a good number in 30s, perhaps 15% in 20s but not a young crowd. Mostly bareback as far as I could tell. Lots of fucking in common sleeping rooms and steam rooms (both). Good idea to familiarise yourself with some of facilities - I was lead by a guy out of hot steam room as it was too hot to fuck and he tried shower stall in the maze and then a great fuck bench in an alcove in the maze, neither of which I had discovered by then (and later found handy).

Reconnected with an old fuck bud I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic. Since then I had gotten into dramatically better shape and gotten into getting fisted. Turns out he was game for that. He came over late about a week ago, and after fucking me loose for a while, started to finger me. I grabbed the poppers and worked on opening up, and soon enough he was inside me. Nice meaty but smooth hands. Felt fucking great. Eventually he worked his way up to alternating between his fists, duck billing one then the other into and out of my hole at a rapid clip. Was prob the second best time I’ve ever been fisted. Got to that point where I was just feeling overwhelming ecstasy and not even able to understand what was happening to my hole. Where you sort of want a break and also don’t ever want it to stop. He had his way with me for a solid hour that way, and then we took a break and found another top to invite over. Super sexy fun time. Now my hole is hungry for more again.

40/6'2/200 lbs 6.5 cut Into everything but scat, blood, feminization, and bdsm,. Don't hit me and don't spit in my mouth. 🥳 Friendly 100% Bottom 912 509 0521 Savannah, GA (Hosting) ✅ HVL 🚫 U+ Paul

I went live on Sniffies around six. Posted a clean pic—face out, just my ass bent forward, pink and relaxed, open and waiting. Caption said what I needed: “Collecting loads. Don’t ask. Just show up.” I wanted to feel it stretch. I wanted to hold more than I could keep. The first guy messaged fast. 29, Dominican, working nearby. Said he needed to dump before going home. His cock was out as he walked in—nine and a half inches, thick, hard, cut, with that heavy, quiet intensity that makes you brace before it’s even inside. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me, rubbed the head over my hole, spit, and pushed in. That stretch hit deep and fast—my body trying to keep up. He grunted and started fucking. No mercy. “Been holding this since lunch,” he said, pounding with full weight. “I’m not leaving with it.” His load came hard. Full-body grip. Deep pulses. I felt it coat me inside, then settle. I stayed still. Plugged nothing. I didn’t want to close. I wanted to stack. Second guy hit me on BBRT. Older. Said he was close. “Still leaking?” he asked. “I want to feel that.” I told him to come. He arrived, stripped, lined up, and slid in. His cock curved left, thick through the middle. The warmth of the first load let him in easy—but I clenched. I wanted to keep it. “Goddamn,” he said. “I can feel him in there.” He started to grind. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke stirred the first load but nothing spilled yet. I was full—but still sealing it. He pressed in deep and came with a groan. His load was heavier. I felt it coat the first. No leaking—just weight. I held. Barely. The third knocked just as I was catching my breath. Pale, redhead, uncut cock already hard. Said nothing when he came in. Just saw me on the bed, still open, and got between my legs. He slid in slow, his cock stirring the two loads already inside me. “You’re so full,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who breaks you.” He started to fuck deep. My body shook. I was holding it. Every thrust made the pressure climb. My breath got short. He kissed my neck. “Let it go.” And then I did... The moment he started to come, I felt it spill. His cock pumped inside me and I couldn’t hold anything back—heat slid down my balls, wet across my inner thighs. I moaned. My hole still tried to clench, but the volume broke through. All of it. Stacked loads, now flooding out in waves. He stayed deep, twitching as his cum joined the rest. When he pulled out, I rolled to my side. My cunt was still pulsing. My thighs slick. I could feel it all still moving inside me.

Ive been more and more interested about CNC myself. Anyone here can hit me on telegram. Im more sub than anything.

Nope. No felched loads, either. When I plant my seed, it goes deep and doesn't leak. Plus it's not that much variety if I suck out my own deposits. And I have the wrong ombursure for eating ass.

He just needs some "comforting" from Marcus and Ryan.

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Fuck yea! Hot story!