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Great start!! Love getting high and getting my hole worked! Hope for more!!

Yeah, I think in this respect the internet sux, but all new toilet blocks here are genderless individual cubicles now no urinals. When I had my first job, with a lot of driving, there was basically a spot in every town (or half the urinals in the city) where every time I would stop to take a piss, there would be some dude to jack me off or blow me (which is what I wanted at the time), peep holes and glory holes everywhere. Now there are just a few spots, mostly parks, but I give or get a raw load or two every other time I stop by. I am giving or getting more cum in my ass than ever, but mostly the apps are 90% talk and 10% action.

I was a young male being Training of Life by my Uncle - Chatting and Videos - Males and Females loves Blow Jobs ! Started learning being a Top - then Blow Jobs - while being sucking - their fingers started rubbing my hole - sniffing poppers - soon being fingered - then replacing the fingers with cocks - telling me How GREAT I was !

The first time I tried gay sex, I was definitely hetrosexual, married but just wanted bet myself. They guy fucked be raw over his car bonnet and filled my guts with cum. It rewrote my sex drive. That's why they call it breeding. I adore gay sex and only raw now. My body needs that DNA cum fix.

I got two loads yesterday. One at a local park, by the industrial area, after work. Younger worker guy with a fat cock. He had fucked me a few days ago, but pulled out before he blew his huge load - a bit of a waste. This time he fucked me for about 10 minutes and blew his load in me, I could feel the cock pulses real good. Then I went out for a burger with some mates. On the way home, I went to the good night time park, there were few guys there milling about, but not really playing. I took a position leaning on my favourite, strong wooden fence, by the ravine and lubed up my hole. It was really dark, I could barely see anything. It was a night when you need to know the trails. A dude walked down the path and just reached out to feel my rock hard cock, I had it out and was stroking. I returned the favour and he was wearing long-john pants and a sweatshirt. I felt his cock through the bulging material. He flopped out his cock, he went from soft to hard in a minute, a good length and medium thickness, we stroked each other for a minute. I pushed down by track pants, and turned so he could access my hole, when he found it was lubed and wet, he pushed me into position against the fence, and he pushed his cock in. He got to the fucking in no time, he just got faster, harder and deeper over about five minutes. He huffed and grunted a bit, I told him to blow his load in me, I knew he was close. His cock was doing great work, getting me worked up and I was stroking my cock while he was fucking and he blew in me while I was blowing my load. I walked back down the trail to my truck, spent, with a load in my ass for the drive home.

I don't know if this makes me a self-hating gay, but the hottest thing of all is when a straight man calls me a faggot. My whole body quivers and I just wanna drop to my knees and beg to be his slave.

I love being called a faggot when I’m getting that random fuck it’s even better in a group setting. It keeps my hole hungry for more 😉💦

Training - Raw Loads - Can Not Resisted - Young to becoming Cum Dumpsters - Raw again - again - again !

That admission of wanting to be filled by anyone is honest and brave and you should embrace it. Never regret anything in life. Be the cumdump you need. well done.

I’m wondering if there are other Bootlickers here. Myself, I’ve have a fetish for steel toe construction boots and have serviced many pairs. From toe to treads, For me it’s the ultimate in showing respect and knowing my place with a Topman or a Dom. Any others? What type of footwear does it for you.

Oh I don’t have a problem with it. I don’t care enough to have one. But if you look at your comment you will see the tone can come across not only as judgmental, but also as preachy (not saying it is, only it can come across as such). We are discussing very intimate sexual behavior. There’s so much stigma around being submissive as it is and then about engaging in risky behavior like unprotected sex that being honest and faithful to one’s true desires can be difficult in everyday life… and this forum is a safe place for all of this, space shared by like-minded individuals. THAT is what I am saying.

It helps that you are fairly young. Are you in a large city with saunas or cruising parks?

I've not told others that they shouldn't use it. Its down to individual choice. I choose not to use it or be referred to by someone using it. How is that a problem?

The only anger here, is looking at you from your own mirror. I'm just questioning why you are being so judgemental?

This may seem tame by BZ standards, but here goes. I hooked up with a guy off A4A and met him in my storage unit. We flip-fucked for a while and he came first, breeding me. After he pulled out I cleaned his cock with my mouth, squatted down and pushed his load into my hand, and slurped it down my gullet while staring him straight in the eyes. He was flabberghasted. I wound up breeding him and eating my load out of his hole.

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.