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I didn’t see a Thread on this page, but figured I’d start it. Any other fist pigs on here willing to meet up, within certain distance? I figured start the thread by stating applied position, position looking for, depth vs. width, location, travel perimeter, hand size, availability, group friendly, camera friendly (full face free to share or just hole), etc.? 6’2 big bear here, into all sizes and ages fully verse here, looking for other verse or tops Wide Hole with XXL paws here can host or Travel, group friendly, and full face to share camera friendly. generally looking to play on weekends live in Wilmington, MA willing to travel up to an hour in New England, further negotiable if stars align

So, I used to exclusively only flip fist with people I have talked to before hand, but obviously love anon Cumdumping( hence being on this site, lol). One lazy Sunday while in heat and caged up, I decided to give it a try making and setting up my own anon “Czech style” ass up Gloryhole sling in the basement doorway, with easy access to outside. Put out the poppers, regular lube, and something told me to leave out a squirt bottle of xlube too, and Fired up the apps for an impromptu pump and dump and started the painful waiting game trying to coerce the local daddies to cum visit. First guy out of the gate about an hour later came by, and after was having fun eating and fingering my ass, as one does. Obviously my hole opens right up quick thanks to years of abuse, and before long I’m riding his wrist. At this point I’m making it very well known how much fun I’m having, pulling my ass further down off the sling and reaching down and spreading my cheeks, panting for more. Hearing his sadistic chuckle, he starts working his other fingers around my ring, slowly working his way up to doubles. Once both his wrists were firmly locked, my eyes were in the back of my head, and I’m speaking in tounges at this point. He’s asks “is that too much?”through the curtain, to which I gasp back “ NO!, please rip it out and destroy my fucking ass sir!”. He let out another wicked chuckle and gleefully abided, ripping both paws out, and proceeded to alternate punch fucking my hole, alternating between both fists, ramping his way up to doubles punches, while I’m squeeling like a pig, pissing through my cage and just in absolute bliss. He ended up working my hole til I came 100% hands free, washed up in the slopsink in the basement, and disappeared as fast as he came. I had to just kind of flop myself out of the sling like a fish, and lie on the floor, as my legs were completely gone from under me, and I had to let the full body convulsions pass, while my brain has to a hard reset from the sheer volume of poppers on top of the full body orgasms. so yes, I’ll “let” anon hookups do whatever they want to my ass.

I had a older guy I started hooking up with when I was 18 give or take a few years and he can go 6 times easy the record was 12 and it’s always robust loads we still hook up to this day 18 years later and age hasn’t slowed him down in the slightest

I used to have a FB that would first cum in my mouth and give me 4-5 loads in my ass with out getting soft inbetween loads

For sucking I love a long thinner cock and if it curves down that's even better for sliding down my throat. For bottoming 6' but thick are best. I want to feel filled but without pain

You should start with DoxyPEP [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/sti/hcp/doxy-pep/index.html while not 100% it is good for most bacterial infections. When I go on a week or more fun vacation I take 2 every other day. Next you should get on Prep if you are still HIV negative [think before following links] https://www.hiv.gov/hiv-basics/hiv-prevention/using-hiv-medication-to-reduce-risk/pre-exposure-prophylaxis

if I'm sucking I like a thick 10". if I'm being fucked I like a thick 8"

Well my favorite fuck bud of all time was a little over 8 and moderately thick.

Here's another example. Here it's more a controlled scenario where FIFA has set World Cup ticket prices very high in non-market conditions. [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/sport/football/articles/c80x38e04yro The cheapest ticket for the Final is current;y >$4,000. But FIFA can do this as people still come. People still watch. I'm choosing to skip tuning in after watching religiously since 1986.

(As always my stories are true events with erotica added to make the readers unload their load in my name) I first noticed Corey when he moved in next door with his widowed mother about six months ago. He was in his late twenties, fresh off a contested divorce that his dramatic ex was turning into a full-blown spectacle—court dates, accusations flying, the works. As a landscaper, he had that sun-kissed, rugged look: tanned skin from hours outdoors, calloused hands, broad shoulders under his work tees, and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow that made my submissive gay bareback bottom side ache with need. I'd see him mowing the lawn or trimming hedges, sweat soaking his shirt, outlining those firm pecs and the V of his hips. He projected straight, but there was something in his lingering glances when I waved hello. One afternoon, he knocked on my door, looking stressed, a folder of divorce papers clutched in his fist. 'Hey, man,' he said, shifting awkwardly. 'You're the one who works in legal stuff, right? I heard around the neighborhood. Mind if I pick your brain? This shit with my ex is killing me—she's dragging it out, claiming I cheated or whatever bullshit to get more alimony.' I invited him in, pouring us coffees in my living room. As we sat, his eyes wandered to the walls—my collection of tasteful naked men art, sculpted bodies in oil and bronze, cocks and asses captured in raw, erotic poses. He didn't look away; instead, he leaned closer to one print, a guy bent over, hole exposed. 'These are... intense. You into that kind of thing? Like, art-wise?' I smiled, sensing the curiosity. 'Yeah, I'm gay. Been out forever. Love celebrating the male form—no shame in it.' He nodded slowly, asking questions that started innocent but got personal: How does it work dating guys? Ever been in a serious thing? What's the sex like? His cheeks flushed, but he didn't stop, and I answered openly, describing bareback hookups, the thrill of a thick cock breeding deep, submitting to a dominant top. By the time he left, papers annotated with my informal advice, there was a spark. He thanked me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering, eyes flicking to my crotch. A week later, his mom announced she was traveling for a full week to visit family. That evening, Corey texted— we'd exchanged numbers for divorce updates—inviting me over. 'Mom's gone. Beers? Could use more advice... and company.' My cock twitched at the opportunity. I showed up with a six-pack and a joint, dressed casual in shorts that hugged my ass. His place was modest, mom's taste in decor clashing with his landscaper tools in the garage. We cracked beers in the living room, the divorce talk flowing into lighter stuff. 'That art you have... got me thinking,' he admitted after his second beer. 'Never really explored that side. Ex was vanilla as hell.' I sparked the joint, passing it over. He inhaled deep, coughing, then relaxed, the weed loosening him up. 'Wanna see the hot tub out back?' he suggested, standing. 'Installed it myself last summer.' We stripped down—me first, peeling off my shirt and shorts, revealing my smooth, toned body and the jockstrap cupping my hardening dick. Corey watched, then shrugged off his clothes: faded tee, jeans dropping to show his thick thighs and that uncut cock swinging semi-hard between them, balls heavy and low. Fuck, he was built like a god, chest hair trailing down to his pubes. The hot tub bubbled invitingly under the stars. We sank in opposite each other, water jets massaging our skin, beers on the edge. Conversation turned flirty fast—the weed making us bold. My foot brushed his under the water; he didn't move it. 'So, that gay lifestyle... you submit a lot?' he asked, voice husky. 'All the way,' I replied, shifting closer. 'Love a guy taking charge, fucking my ass raw, breeding me full.' His cock visibly stiffened below the surface. I reached over, hand grazing his thigh. 'You ever tried it?' He shook his head but leaned in. Our lips met—tentative at first, then hungry. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of beer and smoke. Hands roamed: mine to his chest, pinching nipples; his to my ass, squeezing cheeks. 'Fuck this,' he growled, standing, water sluicing off his ripped body, cock now rock-hard, eight inches of veiny meat throbbing. I dropped to my knees in the tub, water lapping at my chest, and engulfed his dick. Lips stretching around the girth, I sucked deep, tongue lapping the foreskin back to swirl his leaking slit. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, thrusting into my throat. 'Shit, yeah... swallow that cock.' Saliva dripped as he face-fucked me, balls smacking my chin, gagging me until tears welled. 'Need your hole,' he panted, pulling out. I turned, hands on the tub rim, ass arched high. He spat on my pucker, fingers probing—first one, then two, twisting to open me. 'Tight... gonna ruin this.' His cockhead nudged my entrance, then shoved in raw. The burn was exquisite as he sank balls-deep, pubes grinding my cheeks. He pounded relentlessly, water splashing with each slam. 'Take my dick, you bottom slut.' Hands bruising my hips, he railed my ass, prostate hammered until pre leaked from my untouched cock. 'Gonna breed you first load.' 'Yes! Fill me!' I begged. He buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum erupting inside—spurt after thick spurt coating my guts. He thrust through it, churning until it leaked out around his shaft. We moved inside, dripping on the floor, grabbing fresh beers and another joint. On the couch, naked and buzzed, his dick stirred again against my leg. 'Round two,' I whispered, lying back, legs spread wide, cum-slick hole winking. He mounted me missionary, sliding in easy on his own seed. Chest to chest, he fucked slow then hard, pinning my arms, mouth claiming mine. 'This ass is mine tonight.' Sweat slicked our bodies as he hammered, balls slapping. 'Second breeding coming...' 'Pump it in!' My hole clenched, milking him as he unloaded again, cum overflowing, mixing with the first load. I shot untouched, ropes hitting my abs. We crashed, dozing, but an hour later, he hardened once more. On all fours now, I presented, ass up. He took me doggy, gripping my shoulders, slamming deep. 'Third time's the charm—gonna flood you.' His pace brutal, hand jerking my cock. We came together—his torrent gushing out, my load on the cushions. Exhausted, plugged with his cum, we lay tangled. 'That was insane,' he murmured. 'Mom's back soon, but... we should do this again.' Three days later, another text: 'Buddy Spencer over—work partner. Told him about you. Come for drinks? He's curious too.' Spencer, Corey's married landscaper pal, early thirties, built like a tank with a buzzcut and tattoos, had been sex-starved with his wife for months. I arrived to them on the patio, beers flowing, joint lit. Corey grinned, eyes hungry; Spencer eyed me appraisingly, his cargo shorts tenting. We smoked, buzz hitting, clothes coming off casual-like. Corey's hot tub again, all three sinking in naked. Cocks bobbed: Corey's familiar thick uncut, Spencer's girthy cut nine-incher, veiny and curved. 'Heard you're a pro bottom,' Spencer said, voice rough. 'Wife ain't putting out—need this.' I knelt between them in the water, hands stroking both shafts. Corey's in my mouth first, sucking deep while jerking Spencer. They groaned, hips bucking. 'Share him,' Corey said. I alternated—deepthroating Spencer, his balls hairy and musky, then Corey, foreskin sliding. 'Tag team that ass,' Spencer growled. I bent over the tub edge, Corey entering first, fucking my cum-stretched hole with wet slaps. Spencer fed me his cock, face-fucking as Corey railed. 'Suck while he breeds you.' Corey unloaded quick, adding to the mess inside me. Spencer took over, his thicker dick stretching wider, pounding deep. 'Fuck, sloppy from his load—gonna add mine.' Water churned as he hammered, hands spreading my cheeks. I moaned around nothing now, Corey watching, stroking himself hard again. Spencer came with a grunt, flooding me further, cum bubbling out. They switched—Corey back in, churning the double load, while I blew Spencer clean. 'Your turn to breed again,' I begged Corey. He did, third load for him mixing with Spencer's. Inside now, on the living room rug, they spit-roasted me proper. Spencer in my ass, Corey in my mouth, thrusting in sync. 'Gangbang this hole,' Spencer said, slapping my cheeks. Sweat poured, bodies slapping loud. Spencer pulled out, Corey dove in, then back—trading my ass like a toy, each dumping loads until I overflowed, cum dripping down my thighs. Finally, both knelt, jerking over my face as I fingered my wrecked hole. 'Open up.' Ropes of cum painted my tongue, chest—swallowing what I could. Exhausted, we collapsed, their cocks soft against me. 'Best night ever,' Spencer admitted. Corey nodded. 'More where that came from.' My ass throbbed, bred multiple times by two studs—submissive heaven.

Fuck this is hot. Wish I had a dom in my life like this.

I have 0 issues with being called a faggot when I'm having sex with another man, regardless of whether I'm topping or bottoming. How do bottoms feel when the top asks them if they want fucked by a faggot? It is something I like to ask if I've lubed the bottom up with cum out of my hole. I typically go with something like, "do you want me to lube you up and fuck you with the cum from my faggot hole, before I breed you with my faggot dick?" I haven't gotten any no answers to date, but I've always done it at either fuck clubs or orgies to total sluts, occasionally even to guys who provided some of the cum I'm lubing them up with.

The pic makes the story hotter 🥵

New here. Recently came to terms that I'm a cheating cumdump. Now I'm here to post my adventures and hopefully meet some tips who want to use me.