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Sounds like what Ramrod used to be like .... but those days are apparently long gone now.

Excuse me, but I don't quite understand why I am included on some list on some social network which I don't use and don't ever plan to use. Not to mention that it is not polite to just publish someone's details on third party site without users consent. I'd appreciate If you could remove me from the list there, thank you. I understand you had good intentions, but I don't agree with it. Thanks so much for understanding 🙏

I've had my cock sucked many times at Nowhere bar on e14st between 1-2 ave. Nice little backroom especially when the curtain is down. Once a month they have the stinky pit party where most guys are either shirtless or in a jockstrap. The little lounge becomes an auxiliary backroom on that night. On Wednesday's they have WOW Whip it Out Wednesday where if you show the bartender your cock you get a free drink. If you want another free drink your cock must be hard. I find this a good night to see some dick and attract a ton of attention when I want a free beer. Almost always get a BJ or more on that night. The bartender is very helpful in encouraging this and hasn't kicked anyone out for fooling around. It helps to develop a little repor with the bartender, he'll throw you free drinks for being slutty.

This is me, but I just now came from breeding a dude with a huge belly. I like the feeling of climbing on top of him. I like wrapping my arms all around his mass, and using the leverage to fuck him deeper. I like making him even more pregnant, and thinking of all that room for my boys to swim around looking for a home.

Well said. When the bedrock is firm, the storms (if there are any) pass and the foundation remains in place. Whoring was a part of my other half and my relationship from day one. Each of us knew the other loved "fresh" action as well as "known" action (i.e. repeats with guys we particularly liked). We had disagreements over the years, of course, but never about whoring. Only once did some kid try to "insert" himself into our relationship - and it ended badly for him.

It continues to blow me away that this is your first story. The concept is so hot. I feel like I’m on the journey with Jack - except when I look at pic of him. It seems like this story could go on and on. But whenever you do bring it to conclusion, please start another.

"I’m going to challenge him. I’ll tell him I don’t just want to play pieces straight from the book" (looks like the quote doo-dad took the day off ... again) You may want to re-think that plan. Unless you've become rather proficient already*, (or the teacher is anxious to keep you as a student), it may well be interpreted as a challenge to his ability to coach you, his knowledge of his craft. You wouldn't want to let him (or any other teacher, for that matter) think that you're one of those "pushy" students, would you? Who is the maker of your piano? Is it an upright? Console? I doubt a beginner would go out and buy a grand, but maybe you did !!! *are you using any of the Bach inventions yet?

Reading that just got my dick hard. You surely are bf material to me. Nothing better than a totally depraved slut like you to a man like me

Dreamy!

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I've never not been fucked bareback. The first time was with a family member who was 22 at the time (1993). It happened after a night of too much merlot, silliness, online porn, dares, and nudity. I happened to lay back naked on a couch and spread my legs wide open in the air. Not really expecting anything to happen. He, naked, climbed on top without a word and the next thing I know he is balls deep in my ass breeding me like an animal. We did things that night that neither one of us would have ever expected to ever happen. But it did, and we've been going at it ever since. He's always the alpha top, and I'm always his bottom smack-around bitch. We even happen to catch the first time on a cheap computer camera. We figured out recently that over the years he has shot well over 30 gallons of cum in and on me.

You really wanna hear it? Like all of it? Fine. But don’t fucking look at me like I’m crazy when I’m done. Don’t give me that pity face, or worse, that fake shock like you’re not just as rotten inside. Here’s the truth... I don’t believe in anything. Not God. There's no “meaning.” Forget that bullshit about everyone being special. People are just meat. Soft, needy, pathetic little animals pretending they’re better than the hunger in their gut. And me? I’m not pretending anymore. I’ve stripped all the layers off, burned every excuse down to nothing, and what’s left is this: I’m here to be used. That’s it. I’m not meant to be someone’s love story. I was never here to be protected. My purpose is to be owned, wrecked, filled, and left dripping with whatever someone felt like dumping into me. And honestly? That feels more honest than any fairytale crap. I mean, think about it. What else is there? Everyone wants to take. To control something, fuck something, ruin something. They lie about it, they dress it up with romance or morality, but deep down? They’re all just waiting for something soft enough to destroy without consequence. That’s why I’m perfect. Because I want to be that soft thing. I want to be the one they don’t hold back on. Who can take it all. You know what actually gets me off? The idea that I’m not even a person to them. That I’m just a hole. A toy. Something they can spit on, piss in, dump their filth into, and not feel bad about because I asked for it. I fantasize about being a permanent fixture... kept somewhere dark and stinking, chained up, plugged and leaking, waiting for whoever feels like using me next. Yeah. That’s my happy place. And it’s not just sex. It’s the philosophy of it. It’s knowing I’m stripping myself of all that fake dignity people cling to. Like, what’s the point of dignity? You die. You rot anyway. So why not rot right now? Why not give up the fight and just become what you really are? Just a body. A fuckable, ruinable body. I want it to go so far I stop being me. I don’t even want a name. Just call me “it,” or “the hole.” Don’t ask how I feel. Stop treating me like I matter. Just use me like the thing you put your hunger into and then wipe yourself off with when you’re done. That’s all I’ve ever been good for anyway. Sometimes I imagine it as a religion. Like I’m the altar, and the worship is just… desecrating me. Filling every hole. Covering me in spit and piss and cum until I don’t even look human anymore. That would be the purest kind of faith, wouldn’t it? No lies, no masks. Just raw hunger meeting raw surrender. I’d let them do anything. Things you’d probably throw up even thinking about. Things I can’t even say out loud without feeling my hole clench. Choke on whatever they shoved in my mouth. Because the truth is… I don’t want to belong to myself. I don’t want to be clean. Don’t want to be “safe” or “loved.” I want to be ruined. And I mean ruined. Like, permanently. Stretched, broken, too used up for anything but more use. I want to be the one they all talk about afterward, laughing about how far they could take it. The one no one remembers as a person - just as “that thing we used.” You get it? It’s not just a kink. It’s a way of seeing the world. There’s no heaven. No higher purpose. No soul floating around inside us. There’s only skin, holes, sweat, filth, and the urge to take. So why not embrace it? Why not be honest and say, Yeah, I’m the one you take from. The one you dump into... ruin. And I want you to keep going until there’s literally nothing left. That’s all I want. To be the final, filthy proof that meaning doesn’t exist. That we’re all just meat. And that some meat is better when it’s willing. So yeah. That’s my fucked up little philosophy. Don’t try to save me. Or tell me I “deserve better.” This is better. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. Now look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t take it too.