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Mine is when my cousin shot his load in my mouth for the first time. We were both 18. Had been blowing our cocks for almost a year. One night I was so horny I asked him to cum on my face and in my mouth. He didn´t last long after that. I can still remember the ropes of cum on my face, the taste of his cum, the feeling of the blast in my mouth. It was amazing.

Here is a true story (with an assist from Grok) about my favorite encounter I had sucking cock… My heart pounds like a bass drum as I hear that knock on the door, signaling the arrival of a stranger from Grindr who replied to my post saying, “Wanna get your cock sucked and cum down my throat? Hosting now!” I open the door and there he fucking stands, looking at me with that shit-eating grin, knowing I’m the cocksucker who’s about to suck his soul out through his cock. I affirm myself in my mind, knowing I’m about to give this bastard the dirtiest, most erotic blowjob of his fucking life, where my skill as a cocksucker will make his dick pulse with every goddamn lick and suck. Without wasting a single fucking second, I grab him and yank him inside, my hands tearing at the waistband of his jeans like a beast in heat. They slide down, revealing a fucking monster of a bulge that’s swelling, straining against his underwear. The feel of his cock growing hard under my touch sends shivers down my spine, affirming my fucking love for sucking dick. His man scent hits me — a musky, earthy fucking smell, amplified by his workout, driving my desire into fucking orbit. I guide him to the couch, where he slumps back, spreading his legs like a fucking invitation this cocksucker can’t resist. I drop to my knees, my hands eagerly pulling down his underwear, freeing his big, throbbing cock. It’s a sight to fucking behold, thick, veiny, and already dripping with need. I take it in my hand, feeling its heft, the heat of his skin against mine. My lips part, and I guide him into my mouth, the taste of him overwhelming my senses. I work my mouth over him like the pro cocksucker I am, my tongue swirling around his head, savoring every fucking inch, knowing this is pure, dirty fucking eroticism. I move lower, my tongue tracing down to his sweaty, musky balls. They’re ripe with his scent, adding an edge of raw fucking masculinity that thrills me. I lick them, suck each one into my mouth, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure escaping him. The taste is salty, the muskiness fueling my fervor.Then, I guide him to turn, exposing his ass to me. His scent there is even more intense, a fucking mix of musk and the sharp tang of sweat from his workout, a primal fucking allure that calls to me. My tongue dives into the crevice, rimming him with a hunger I can’t fucking control. The taste is exhilarating and makes my cock hard as a rock. Working my way back up, I take his cock back into my mouth, aiming to deepthroat him. He grabs the back of my head, pushing it down hard, my skull bobbing up and down, taking his entire cock down my throat. At that point, he grunts out, “Fuck, you suck cock better than my girlfriend.” I wet my finger with my spit and slide it into his ass, stimulating his prostate. The combination of my mouth and finger sends him over the fucking edge. He groans, his cock twitching, and then he explodes, flooding my mouth with his hot, thick cum. I hold the cum in my open mouth, showing him his load, then I gargle it, the sound lewd in the silence, before gulping it all down. As he catches his breath, he says, “When I saw you with your mouth full of my cock… I fucking recognized you from your pics and videos online with the caption saying, ‘BiBottomCockSucker loves to Suck Cock!’ I knew from jerking off to those videos that you’d be a skilled cocksucker.” “You know if you Google yourself (BiBottomCockSucker) you’ll find pics and videos of you with a mouthful of cock all over the internet, don’t you?” I was a bit perplexed and intrigued since I thought I was still mostly closeted as a cocksucker. Oh well. Oops…

Hello, I agree with leaky hole. Lowering my slutty standards would be defined as being picky about tops while cruising. chiilfuck

What ABS was that?

Looks good, nice biceps and shoulders for sure.

Update. Making gains but need to get bigger. Also to lean out, though both simultaneously is tough.

None of those who abuse and use me ask if they are to cum in me or not. As their public faggot they do as they please, I only offer the body . My owners remind me regularly either verbally or through beatings that my opinion does not count. I of course agree. In our household the roles are clearly defined . I have to obey at all times. Respectfully.

When he shoots his load in my mouth and on my face.

Still looking for poz tops to breed and knock me up!

Chapter 2 - Internet Fun and Games are all very well until... He had been scared to even look at 'bad' websites before. Couldn't they track where you went on the internet? Whoever 'they' were - his College, the Government, his parents? However, at College his friends would look at banned violent movies, sometimes even talked about looking at porn. He wondered if he could watch with them - maybe jack off with them - but of course he never asked. Besides if the hammer hadn't come down on them then it seemed clear it wouldn't come down on him and if he was going to look at porn then it would be of a distinctly different flavor. Going in he didn't realise exactly what that flavor would be but he soon found out. He had a very particular taste in such things. Two muscular jocks going at each other got dull fast. Ten muscular jocks going at each other, well so what? An older Daddy with a younger man was more like it. Except that condom had to go - this was his fantasy and who ever fantasized about being fucked with a condom? Then just as you were loving a video the guy pulled out and shot all over the other guy's back or his feet or his sofa or wherever. Apparently everywhere except where that cum was supposed to go. Perhaps there was a little bit of his strict father in him after all. He knew what he wanted from his porn and he'd accept nothing less. It had to be bare and it had to finish with a heavy load shot in a well-fucked asshole, preferably several loads. That was non-negotiable from the start but soon he knew that to excite him the men planting their loads had to be older men, tough or even rough looking men. Men you didn't mess with, men with a little intimidation about them, men that didn't look like they would take no for an answer. As for the guy being fucked well it only made sense that they would look younger, less powerful, more like they were just a hole for the other men's pleasure. The video titles called them twinks and he thought they were his favorite until the most important day in his life. *** They weren't speaking English. He thought it was Russian but who knew? A young man, almost a boy, came towards the camera, blew a kiss and gave a girly little wave. The boy was beautiful - that was the only word for it. Not handsome like a man but beautiful like a girl. The boy had brown hair, expressive bright blue-green eyes, a cute face and flawless pale skin. His body was slim except for a delicious bubble butt. So what? Weren't there plenty of cute boys out there online? Well yes - but not like this one. The hair, the eyes, the smile, that cute pale body - they all reminded the viewer of himself. It was crazy - had he got some family connection to over there? The face was a little different of course but still similar enough that sitting in his bedroom in his parents' house the viewer could imagine it was him there. Posing for the camera, greeting the two big rough bearded men, dropping to his knees and sucking them. Being slapped, being spat on, being sworn at. It was Russian but he still knew they had to be very nasty words - just by the way the men spat them out. When that pretty little mouth had done its job and the men's cocks were hard as a rock they just used the boy. They didn't make love to him or even just fuck him - they USED him. Made the beautiful boy merely a couple of holes for their big hard cocks. Left him exhausted and lying there with cum dribbling down his leg from his well-filled ass. It was shocking, the viewer felt a little guilty even to be seeing it. However, he wasn't only viewing it. He was frantically jacking his dick until his own load shot onto his chest. Perhaps the biggest load he had ever shot from his thin, distinctly undersized, penis. Until the shock of cumming left him wondering what noises he had made and dreading someone having heard him. Still the viewer, for all his fear, didn't take his eyes off that screen. Didn't miss the moment when the camera zoomed in on the Russian boy's face, a face covered in sweat and saliva. A boy exhausted and ruined for the two brutes' pleasure. One of the men walked towards the camera showing clearly his tattooed torso. He and the other man had lots of tattoos. Tribal designs and scripts of course but also a strange sort of round design and weird plus signs and each even had a matching scorpion with a vicious looking sting. "Tupaya Suka - naslazhdaysya nashim podarkom!" The man snarled out the words with contempt and his friend laughed. Then the second man moved back to the boy and behind him. He brought his hand down on the perfect curve of the boy's butt with a hard slap and the boy squealed in protest. Only for a moment before the boy shifted onto his hands and knees on the bed and dropped his head back down to the stained mattress. The first man picked up the camera and moved round to show the boy's butt as he presented it. The hole was still open a little, still had man-seed dribbling from it. The second man moved forward and his long, thick, cock easily reclaimed its rightful place, all the way inside. There were twenty more minutes of the video and three more loads, two on screen and another on the viewer's chest. It was perfect. The perfect porn. Everything about it was just what he wanted. As the subsequent weeks were to show this was the sort of porn that fuelled desires and dictated dreams. *** Walking out of the College Campus one day a young man his own age walked up and gave him a leaflet. Then he noticed a few yards along the same young man getting into an argument. He glanced at the leaflet - 'Support Center for LGBTQ+ Youth.' No wonder that'd caused trouble! The college wasn't friendly to such 'outreach'. Surreptitiously he glanced at the paper. Information on safe sex ('CONDOMS') and a much smaller section about other protection against STDs, especially PrEP. He knew all about that - even his school had rushed through the basics of sex-ed. While pretty much every other student was laughing their asses off about 'faggots' he'd made sure to listen. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was doing anything. Virginity was a sure safeguard in such matters, The thought almost made him laugh - his parents would at least have approved of that! Sexuality and desire had always been a complicated and rather confusing thing for young Jordan Myers. Given his background and the fact he still lived with his parents how could it have been any different? However recent events, with crystal clarity, had proved to him without any doubt just who he was and what he needed to be. Over the next few weeks he watched THAT video over and over again - when he wasn't watching it in reality he was performing it in his dreams. He was that boy in a dirty, threadbare, apartment on a filthy mattress being fucked into insensibility, being fucked just like he deserved. He became desperate for any moments when his parents were not there and when he was safe for a while from discovery. Then he could look at the video and also at himself in the mirror. He knew he was attractive but the boy was beautiful and he understood where the difference lay. He summoned the courage to buy make-up on his trips into college. Hid it away in a secret stash and got it out in such precious moments to experiment. A little eye make-up made a huge difference. Just a little lipstick allowed the almost feminine nature of his attractiveness to show through, to blaze off the mirror and back into his eyes. Slowly, oh so slowly, he trimmed and thinned his eyebrows while letting his hair grow just a little longer. Not as long as he wanted but as long as he could get away with without exciting suspicion. Even if only he knew that he was growing it and why - that was just so exciting! It took him awhile but he came to want to know more. The video had a few details he could follow up. First there were those words snarled at the boy as he lay there covered in spit and sweat and leaking two men's seed. It took a few efforts but finally he managed to transcribe it reasonably accurately and run it through a translator. 'Dumb bitch - enjoy our gift!' That was so fucking hot! To be that beautiful and desirable and yet just to be these two men's 'dumb bitch'. Perhaps the second part was lost in translation a little. What was the gift the man was laughing about? Their cocks? Well whatever it was - he knew that he wished he had been the one receiving it. That Russian boy felt like a kindred spirit somehow to young Jordan, a fellow-seeker after the true meaning of sex and desire. The boy had been so lucky to find men ready to give him their gift. Ready to film it too and to put it out onto the internet. So the world knew - so nobody could deny who and what he really was. How fortunate that boy was and how Jordan wished he could be that lucky, experiencing all that the Russian boy had experienced and would experience. What else could he find out? Jordan was hungry, no ravenous, to know more. What about those tattoos? The scorpions and the plus signs and that weird round symbol. He couldn't easily search a symbol or a mathematical sign. But the scorpion maybe meant something? He searched and found an astrological sign - which sort of made sense. However, it didn't help much. He pretty much gave up on learning more but idly spooled his phone's screen down the search results. Which is when he saw it. That same weird symbol alongside the image of a scorpion. A link to a forum with a similarly strange name. The Breeding Zone? Jordan clicked the link... ***

I get most of my fucking at a Bathhouse I go to. I prefer getting fucked raw. And i encourage guys to cum in me. I'm negative as of my last test. Not on prep. Most guys there will fuck bare. I've had a few guys there put on a condom . I tell them they don't need to do that. Some will take it back off. I also prelude my hole with Vaseline in the hopes of a guy does use a condom the Vasiline will help the condom fail.

When I fuck (and lately it happens more often than not), I tell the bottom before anything that I am poz and not on meds and that I don't pull out, and I don't do condoms. If he's okay, great. If not... next hole please! I tend to gravitate around those guys who know what they want and without too many conditions. Only one guy in recent memory asked me to pull out when cumming. And we were mid-fuck. I pulled out and I was gone. Wasn't going to let my cum go to waste on the floor.

I have the luxury to say No to rubbered cocks. Although I can count on one hand the number of times a top asked to put a rubber on in the last five years.

I love keeping my cock IN the fag's mouth when pumping my load out of my cock. Thanks for your talent!

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Sounds exciting. It has been some time since I have been to Barcelona and Madrid, have yet to make it to Gran Canaria, though acquaintances have said good things about it

I would never ever consider NOT swallowing when a man cums in my mouth. Swallowing the cum is the only way I know to finish off a great blowjob.

Perfect description of the men at the old school places!!!!

I certainly hope so. One thing I noticed is that the centre of sexual gravity is slowly shifting to Spain. "Barecelona", Madrid, Torremolinos and Gran Canaria, have more appeal to me than Amsterdam or Berlin. This coming weekend I am going to a private poz party in Barcelona. By invitation only, bring your own drinks and supplies. Poz only. No prep. Tasp ok. no hard drugs. poppers and weed ok. ID and Liability release form to sign (in Catalan LOL). Expected attendance: some 50 men.

And I would add that men at these venues are less about long list of likes and dislikes, neon jockstraps or looking precious They are not afraid of being touched even by someone who's not high on their list. Kissing is part and parcel of sex, approach is more direct, rejection is gentle and polite (an offended look and aggressive removal of the hand caressing your butt is quite rude). And if your ass is up waiting in a sling, you're fair game for everyone. There is significantly less judgement and certainly no posing princesses sipping from an cocktail glass with an umbrella...

PozPigCumdump, So true. The parties were eventually held at Bose Buben and then Untertage, with the large parties, which occurred during big gay event weekends, held at Connection club. I also remember having to send in a confirmation of being poz, or at least being aware it was a poz party, then receiving an e-mail from the organizer that contained party details. I find your comments about the gawking tourists interesting, as though I still immensely enjoy Berlin, I too have noticed a gradually increasing number of that type of tourist attending certain events. I truly hope the “not here to actually do anything” trend does not eventually ruin the Berlin scene. chiilfuck