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It seems that in gay porn there are more spitters than swallowers. You're slutty enough to be in a 10 man gangbang or to show your face sucking dicks in front of millions of people, but not slutty enough to eat a load?

Depends on the cock and the guy too. All the cocks I've had so far were below average. Who wants to suck a stranger's 5 inches for 20 minutes? I've only sucked 4 cocks so far and 3 out of 4 came in 2-4 mins so I'm not that terrible. If only one guy couldnt cum, maybe it was his problem, but he finished when I told him to jerk off in my mouth.

At least I'm not a guy who sucks cock and doesn't swallow. What do you say to those?

Big bulging crotches do it for me. And faces.

Let's say not with a hand forcing me but with a hand 'guiding' me.

Would love some fun in a darkroom g-t

Love it. Was at the baths once last year, fucking a boy in the playroom. Some random gay stopped to watch and ended up coming on the bottom’s face. I licked up the load and com kissed with him. We both unloaded right after that. I sucked the load off his belly and kissed him with it, then ate my load out of his hole and fed it to him.

Reportedly, things are really picking up over at Ramrod. I seldom bother to stop by, given the lack of action, but it's been a while since I went too. This coming weekend, before heading over to Slammer, I'll go over and have a beer, just to see what's cooking. I've heard that the bar over in WM (Eagle) has cooled off as far as the wanton breeding goes, but have no first-hand knowledge. Besides - Summer's here now, and it's waaaay to hot to wear the gear now. It's shorts & t-shirt weather, if that much.

This is the finalized version. The Cum Jar The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of pig bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamphlet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Since I had been trying to find a way in, I responded out of curiosity and sheer eagerness to have a chance to get fucked by these guys. As expected, the reply was as short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. I was not sure what I was getting into, but after being ghosted and ignored I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. In the past my interests in these things were always fleeting, but in recent years I have given myself over to being a piece of shit pig who submits to cock. So I clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. The harsh lights and office environment makes me feel exposed in a way I am not used to. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men, sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. He holds it up for all to see, and everyone looks at it smiling in quiet reverence. "This is the condition pig, you need to hold these loads in you. You can't ask what or where they are from. You do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. The sight of the big jar of cum sends a chill down my spine. I am scared and aroused. These guys are no amateurs and I don't doubt for a second that the jar contains anything other than loads and loads of semen. My heart beats faster and I shake a little with nervousness. I realize I have a chance to sink into depravity like few ever have before. I have done my fair share of disgusting things, but this is an opportunity to jump into a world of filth that goes a lot further than what I had done before. I look at the jar, mouth open, and my mind comes to the obvious conclusion: " yes,... I want to sink DEEPER". In that moment, nothing else matters. My mind goes full pig mode. Everything I am falls away as my brain melts and all that remains is a primal subhuman desire. A little "fuck yeah..." escapes my mouth... and in total pig lust I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Tongue still hanging out my mouth I repeat it again. Louder this time "Phwuck yeash". They all start laughing at me. The man holding the jar grins, gets up from his chair and moves closer. He holds the jar close to my face and slowly rotates it. As the jar is rotated the different swirls of darker yellowish and white sperm slosh and mix. I bend forward and lick the glass of the jar. I focus on the gloopy semen as it sloshes around. "Fuck yeah" I repeat for a third time. The man takes off the lid and holds the jar under my nose. "it's the real deal pig. Smell it". At first I take a small whiff and I am taken aback by the strong, pungent sperm odor. The man takes a whiff too. "Good isn't it?", he says in a kind way. He holds it out for me again. I close my eyes, think about the adventure I am about to embark on, and with a little smile I take another whiff. Deeper now. A small smile appears on my face and I lick my lips, stick out my tongue, lock eyes with the man holding the jar and nod yes. I am now in full spermdriven pig mode. The strong pungent smell of all those sperm loads could be revolting to some. But to me, in that moment, it is the sweetest, most beautiful smell in the world. I inhale deeply a few times to savor it. He moves his hand inside the jar. For a second I think he is going to dip in a finger and feed it to me, but to my surprise he plunges in half his hand and as he removes it dripping with cum, he says "open up pig". I obey and he unceremoniously puts all his fingers in my mouth. I suck down on it and don't break eye contact. I slurp, suck and lick and try to look as eager as possible. I want to show them what a fucking pig whore I am. I want to signal that I am a depraved bottom who just wants cock and sperm hoping that it will improve my chances. I lock eyes with the man and suck of his fingers one by one, licking my lips and behaving like a filthy disgusting whore. With a lot more confidence now, I repeat the words that embarrassed me just a moment earlier. "I WILL DO IT". Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress completely, and stand there, naked while circled by fully clothed men with little smirks. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the other men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. His hands are cold, but clearly he knows what he is doing. I bend my knees a little and stick out my pig ass to help out. "good boy" he says. When the pig hole is in, I suddenly drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". "fill me pig hole with all that sperm" Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking. Suddenly I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They have gotten up are all behind me now. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But maybe you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. James still crouches in front of me. He looks at me with a look on his face I can't recognize. Almost... lovingly. "Why are you here pig?". I think for a second about the reply. He suddenly slaps me, HARD. "I said why are you here pig!", I panic and stutter in my reply, he slaps me again and holds me by my neck. I can feel the pressure and surprise of the slaps made the pig hole and some of the cum spurt out my hole. The other men say nothing. I am focused on James now, but I can feel them jamming the pig hole back up my ass. "WHY . ARE . YOU . HERE?" James asks again. Screaming now. I can hardly reply because he is holding my throat so tight. I reply with the only thing that comes to mind. The words come out strained "TO BE A PIG!". James asks me what kind of pig. "A DIRTY FUCKING WHORE PIG, SIR!". Suddenly James turns quiet again. He releases my throat. Very calmly he says "then oink for me pig". I go "oink oink" a little weakly. Immediately he is furious again, and grabs me by my throat once more. "THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING SOUND A PIG MAKES!!" he exclaims. "I SAID OINK FOR ME PIG". This time I inhale deeply through my nose to make a deep piggy nasal gurgling sound "GGGWAAAK, GWOINK, GWOH, GWOH". I am so scared to let him down that I even start to lift my nose in the air with each "GWOH, GWOH, GWOH" as though I am a real pig. I realize what I am doing, I fully appreciate in that moment, as more and more sperm is worked into my hole what a filthy fucking pig I am. What a depraved, filthy piece of shit I become just to get cock and sperm....... and I fucking love it. I feel a freedom I have never experienced before, and I feel a deep appreciation. "Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you". Something happens.... "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell. The rules that were stated are clear. I had to take all of it if I wanted to have a chance to be their dedicated cum jar. Panicked I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall. The men don't understand what I am doing. We are in the middle of the room and the wall seems a mile away. They just let me go. When I get to the wall I do a handstand. Some of the earlier tension is released and now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I feel it bubbling, sliding and oozing. I crouch back down slowly and say "please... more". No one moves. I realize that I have to get back to the middle of the circle. I crouch back on all fours and the men continue to put the last of the seed up my hole. As the last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts one of the men shows me the the jar. It now only has leftover semen running down the glass walls of the jar. "All that sperm is now in your body pig". I ask "my buttplug?". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. I then realize there's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what?" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices some of the sperm is dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts the sperm in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. The first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". "You are the only pig filthy enough to go through with it". He takes the leash from 'the boy'. "Good job pig". "GRWOH, GRWOH" I reply, locking eyes with him to show him I am all in. Reveling in the thought of my guts being filled to the brim with semen. One of them slaps my ass and tells me "Good job pig", like James did. I feel proud of myself, and I turn around and lock eyes with him too "GRWOH, GRWOH". With a smile and raised eyebrows he shakes his head in disbelief. "Well James, you really outdid yourself this time". He says. PART 2 It has been a year since I first became the HOUNDS official cum jar. The guys don't call me by my name. James started referring to me as "bottle" and it stuck. I live in the house shared with James, 'Boy and three of the other members now. My life now revolves completely around SPERM. Not fucking. Not sex. Just sperm, seed, jizz, cum, semen. I am thankful to the HOUNDS for my life as a cum jar. But I want more. James has told me not to bring it up. "Look at me PIG. You are our CUM JAR. That was the arrangement. You don't like it you can go!" James says. I stare back at him with a dark expression. He knows I am angry, and he does not like it. "Open" he says. I open my mouth despite my anger. He spits in it and I swallow it down. I don't say my usual "thanks Sir" and he notices. So he says it again. "Open". I open my mouth. This time he snorts and clears his throat as he collects the nasal mucus from his nose and throat. Despite my anger it still turns me on. He hocks the slimy large loogie in my mouth. It is warm and sweet tasting. I savor it for a moment. "Thank you Sir". He knows as well as I do that I would not really do anything to jeopardize my position in the group and that I am all talk. That satisfies him, and he turns around and leaves. To make things worse, the one called 'Boy seems to hate me. I know the problem. Before I joined the group he was the unquestionable bottom rank of the group. The chubby groveling fuckpig known as 'Boy took cock whenever anyone told him to. If something depraved and disgusting needed doing he'd be the man for the job. He is nasty, insatiable, and mean. And despite the fact that I don't get fucked, he hates that he is positioned above me. As a matter of fact, during play sessions he is typically the one who holds my leash as I am led in on hands and knees. Guts full of semen. And when he holds my leash he never bothers to hide both his jealousy and disgust. One day, I was going through my now familiar routine of pumping sperm up my guts. There is no ceremony involved anymore. I just prepare my hole and guts, and 'Boy makes sure the gallon of semen goes in my hole and is pushed into my guts. "Do you know what I have to go through to collect all this sperm?". He asks. I have some idea of how the HOUNDS are able to collect the large amounts of semen that they do. And I know 'Boy is the one who makes that possible. But I have no detailed information of what he does or how he does it. "Well DO YOU?". I don't reply. I have learned that when it comes to 'Boy, it is best to just let him talk. He is not interested in conversation. He pulls back the plunger of the 200ml syringe as it fills with sperm from the container. "It aint right". He says. "It just aint right", he repeats as he sticks the syringe up my hole and pushes down on the plunger to put the first batch of loads up my ass. For some reason, I feel like defending myself that day. "I just do what I am told" I say, while still on all fours. He suddenly rears on me. "JUST DOING WHAT YOU ARE TOLD!? , YOU GREEDY BASTARD!". I am startled by a sharp pain in my side as he kicks me in my ribs. My body convulses, and the sperm comes flying back out my hole. In that exact moment, James walks in. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asks. But as he takes stock of the situation, it is more than clear. 'Boy and me look at each other, the guilt written on both our faces. Without saying anything we bend down on hands and knees, slurp the semen from the ground and spit it back in the container. James watches us for a while but does not stick around for us to finish. "Tell you what 'Boy, I have had about enough of you. Congratulations, you are the Cum jar for now. But no fucking privileges". James leaves the room. Me and boy look at each other, bewildered. Both trying to figure out what just happened. Realization dawns on both of us. I get up with a grin on my face. "You wanted the cum? You fucking got it 'Boy". 'Boy accepts immediately. He takes of his clothes and gets on all fours. He is already lubed up, cleaned and ready to go. He is 90% of the time. That is pretty much his job. I still have some of the cum we just licked off the floor in my mouth. I spit it in my hand and slap it on his hole to get it ready for the syringe. "We are going to fill you up good. Tonight, YOU are the cum jar and I am finally getting fucked. 'Boy is still trying to take it all in. He knows there is nothing he can do. We have our orders. I push down on his back "arch a little deeper, it won't go all in if you don't let it slide down". I pick up the syringe and start methodically injecting the seed in his hole. 'Boy just smirks and I don't know why. "You will have to take up my role now" he says. I grin "I am finally getting fucked". 'Boy looks up at me with a smile that is diabolical. "Oh, you are going to get fucked alright. You just wait and see what you will be doing to collect all this semen". He puts his face flat on the floor, arches deeper and spreads his hole with his hands "Get on with it" he says.

Definitely waiting with keen anticipation……… Great writing, Thanks for sharing this.

Welcome, Tom. We hope to hear more from you, on any kind of topic you'd like to comment on. Your home-town is absolutely wonderful; I've been there a few times, and it's simply magnificent in every way.

Thanks for another fantastic tale! Really appreciate your writing efforts, are you planning a continuation?

"Are Out gay couples of color more likely to face hate crimes?" Sadly, I would think so. Those brothers-in-the-life are doubly damned in the minds of the race-baiting hatemongers, who will gladly attempt to compensate for their failures by disparaging any/every "other" they can identify.

Bareback gangbang, fisting, pig

I would find the echo hot! Just the idea of others knowing that we were in there fucking!

I love to cumkiss with after I given a blowjob but found that a lot of guy’s aren’t into to cumkissing ? Which I love ❤️ what’s your opinion on this one be interested to know?

Fuck yeah. Randoms on vacation whether it's your own or theirs are so.much hotter than jaded locals

Randoms who your regulars know

Both Motel 6's are good, though I prefer the one closer to downtown/Tool Shed better. Travelodge is a good option as well, but I have better luck setting things up at Motel 6. The ONLY drawback to hosting at Motel 6, is that on any given weekend night (especially in the summer) there are 4 other bottoms hosting as well. Can be fun, as more tops = more options, but it also means competing with other bottoms for those cocks!

Yes, although I can’t explain why the 27 June event I signed up for has only three takers so far, whereas the same event on 22 August is sold out! I am still planning to go, but beginning to wonder if the Horse Market, Bird, or SBN events in London might be just as fun and cum-soaked. More tops, please, and share with me in Room 5!