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At first I thought this topic was going to be about a top who couldn't get it up. In that case I try to lead with compassion, gentle humor, and lowering the stakes. I love a hard dick, but I'm a human first and understand how complex arousal is for everyone. Men need to know it's all of them that is hot and not just whether their dick is hard in one specific moment. The use of "clean" shows someone ignorant/uneducated and you have to decide if you want to be the one to try and fix that.

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That's pretty much a "no repeat" right there.

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I fantasise about dressed like a slut and then gang raped Wanting them to do some real dirty and disgusting fucked up shit to me

Dominance is what I need, just like that

Do you need pot to get horny? Could your feelings stem from coming down from the pot, sex, or both? Try fucking without pot and see what happens.

I fantasise about dressed like a slut and then gang raped Wanting them to do some real dirty stuff to me Dm if you want me to tell you in detail

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I don’t want to be with anyone who’s high, for my own protection also. I’m blind, and on the small side, so I don’t want to put myself in any possible physical danger from someone who isn’t connected with reality. And, I want to stay connected to reality for the utmost sexual pleasure for me.

Was raped by a family friend at 10 and now I fantasise about it and I fantasise about dressed like a slut and then gang raped Wanting them to do some real dirty stuff to me

Who are you talking it to, him, you, or?

Big promises saying you just stick it in and all will be good, but will see how it goes if I ever get my hands on these things. I play a lot with not experienced guys, they want to get fucked but douching is not something they know about. Maybe this works for them. But then I have to convince my curious first time bi guy to have a random ball stuck up his butt, so that is maybe a new problem!

I’d been telling myself that I need to behave. That I shouldn’t be going to the peeps, or the baths. That I really can’t keep getting loaded up by random men every single weekend. But it was a deep need that I couldn’t ignore. This was before the days of prep and I knew I should be careful, but from the very first time a guy put a load in me, it unlocked something that I couldn’t put away, a slippery slope that I was all to eager to slide down. I was in my early 20s when this all started and I was eager to take loads from anyone. Telling myself I shouldn’t, next thing I knew, I’d be parking in the gravel parking lot behind the peeps. A seedy building in a not so great part of town. Usually had just the kind of clientele I was looking for, nasty perverts doing depraved things. Jock strap, cock ring on, poppers in my pocket, looking for trouble and determined to find it. It was a rainy night, and the parking lot was half full. I recognized some of the cars that were there but not who they belonged to so there were probably a few regulars I’d recognize inside. I went in through the back entrance. 70s classic rock playing quietly, rows of porn dvds and sex toys lining the shelves. Sure there were apps and hookup sites but I liked cruising the best. Not knowing who I was going to find or what situation I’d end up in. I paid the entry to the back and the guy working handed me a bunch of tokens for the video machines without saying a word. I had a stache of tokens at this point. Rarely ended up watching anything. Was just there to fuck. He definitely recognized me as I thought I’m probably a regular at this point myself. Not sure how I felt about that but oh well. I slipped behind the curtain and into the darkness of the back rooms. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. There was an area with a tv and chairs. A couple guys were just sitting around, watching. A few looked back when I walked in. I was more interested in the back half of the room. A narrow hallway lined with booths on either side. There was also this area being the booths that you could slip behind which was fun for something a little more public. It didn’t seem too busy but some of the booths were occupied. There were these pin holes you could look through to watch guys inside. I took a look and there was a guy inside getting fucked. Lucky. Couldn’t see inside too well to see what was happening and I could feel my cock stir, thinking about these strangers fucking each other, probably bareback. There were condoms around to take but seemed like that bowl stayed full most of the time, thankfully. I slipped behind the booths into that narrow space and took a quick hit of the poppers I had. I felt that warm wash spread over me and was just filled with lust. Feeling dirty knowing all the guys in the room were looking for the same thing. Thats when one of the regulars came around the corner. He seemed to be there every time I stopped in. We’d never done anything before and honestly he gave me a bit of the creeps, but tonight felt different. I wasn’t sure how old he was but probably 30, 40 years older than me. Probably has fucked tons of guys with how often I saw him there. The poppers were doing their job though and I could see him leering at me in the dark from down the hallway. He was wearing sweatpants and I could see this massive tent forming as he grinned at me and took a bottle out and took a big hit. I took another hit myself and he stated to thrust his hips, staring at me. What was I thinking? I’d avoided hooking up with this guy dozens of times but today it felt like he was staring deep into me and knew I wanted it. The poppers melted away any bit of inhibition I had left and I knew that if I didn’t get him inside me I could be going home without getting the fuck I needed so badly. Something in my head told me that once I did this, this fucker would be dumping his load in me over and over. He started walking toward me and I slipped inside one of the booths, leaving the door open. He followed me inside and I dropped my gym shorts to the ground, bending over on the bench. Taking long deep hits of poppers. I could hear him behind me taking deep hits too. It was all happening so fast. My head was swimming as he took a step behind me. I figured there was no way this seedy guy used condoms and I was right when I felt him line his cock up behind me. Tapping his heavy meaty cock on my ass gave me a preview of what I was signed up for. I braced myself as he started to push. Oh my god I can’t believe I’m letting THIS guy inside me, raw, and I love it. Time for more poppers. I knew this was going to be a problem for me, no turning that off now. Fucker was going in dry! I felt the thick head of his cock burst roughly inside me. I braced myself, holding my breath as he roughed up my hole but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I still couldn’t believe I was letting this guy fuck me raw. It felt right, inevitable. Just another escalation into being the depraved cum slut I know I needed to be. He pulled all the way out and slipped back in. Easier this time. His cock was just drooling thick precum and was quickly lubing me up. I had a thought about how he probably tore my ass up when he went in dry and already he was marking me with his precum. I had to assume he was poz and just this thought brought the bottle back to my nose for a deep inhale. I probably have taken some charged loads at some point, but if I hadn’t, this seemed pretty likely to be happening now. He chuckled a bit as I took deep breaths from the bottle, grabbed my hips and drove the rest of his cock all the way to the hilt in one thrust. I was seeing stars as he pushed deep up inside me. This was so desperately what I needed. Getting dicked down by this nasty fucker in a booth. New high score. Badge unlocked of nasty slutty things I was willing to do. He was taking long deep strokes into my guts and I could feel the ridge of his cock head raking against my insides. The poppers and this huge bare cock inside me just shut my brain off and I really settled in for the ride. I wanted him to use my ass however he wanted and was determined to give him a good fuck, make sure that I could work as big of a load out of him as I could. I wanted this guy to absolutely paint my insides. My ass was slick with precum at this point and he was fully taking his cock out and ramming it back in. Over and over. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take but I wasn’t about to quit before I got what I needed. Another hit of poppers. I could hear how sloppy he fucked me open. Gaped wide open and leaking when he hadn’t even cum yet. I heard him open the door and I looked back to see a couple guys quickly look in. One guy looked surprised and came back to watch. I took a glance back at the fucker wrecking my hole and he flashed me a grin that seemed a bit sinister. The eye contact felt like he was looking deep into me. This was where I belonged. Letting these sleazy men dump their cum inside me. Using me to get off. He uncapped his poppers and I figured this must be it. He took like 4 or 5 deep hits and I knew what was coming. I quickly did the same to catch up. The guy watching from outside was rubbing his cock through his pants and I heard him say “fuck yeah knock him up”. He started to breathe heavy and his cock stabbing inside me became more erratic. All of a sudden he pulled me back onto him and I felt his cock dig even further up inside me. I swear I could feel him swell and I pushed back. I needed this load as deep as I could. He grunted and I could feel his cock pulse. This was it. Thick ropes of toxic cum being blasted deep up inside me. I couldn’t believe I was actively thinking about getting pozzed. I just completely surrendered. I clamped down and tried to milk every last bit of seed out of him. He stayed buried deep inside me for a minute before slowly pulling out. His cock came out with a loud plop. Thick drops of cum splashing onto the dirty floor. I needed that cum to stay in me but was just leaking out with how this guy fucked me wide open. He gave me a pat on the ass and said in a gravelly voice, “first of many” and quickly exited the booth. I shut the door behind him. Head spinning, catching my breath, leaking cum and feeling the sluttiest I’ve ever felt. A mix of feeling a little guilty but the most turned on I’ve ever been, cock rock hard. I had a feeling the night wasn’t over yet. I put my gym shorts back on over my jock strapped ass, nasty cum soaking into them. Now where was that guy that told him to knock me up?

Sometime after that camping trip the friend invited me over to his house. We were gonna go fishing the next day. Had to leave early 5am the latest so we slept on the porch so he wouldn’t disturb his wife. That was the night he fucked me. He was a big guy. And he had the dick to match. Another disassociative state. The pain was incredible even though he did go slow and he did eat me for nearly an hour to get me ready. But it didn’t happen to me. I wasn’t in my skin. I hope I relayed these events factually enough. Not trying to be titillating. Knowing all that is necessary for the rest of what I have to add to this thread. Was this rape? Molestation? I have come to believe there is no single answer. I didn’t grow up and become a child abuser. In fact I’d probably murder someone who I knew tried to abuse a child in my charge, right or wrong. But, the analysis doesn’t end there. Somehow those experiences, some, all or one of them, affected the wiring in my head and body. For decades after I rarely got fucked. I was top. Loved to suck and swallow. But rarely bottomed. Now I can’t cum from a bj. I can fuck but it’s fine with me if I don’t. All I can think of, an incessant burning, overwhelming desire is to be fucked. Ideally to be taken the way I was that night on the porch (don’t know I have zero recollection of fishing the next day? But I vividly remember that he showered after he fucked me - let’s face it, there is no way he wasn’t getting dirty! And I shat out a huge load. I remember staring in the bowl amazed at it all! The end result, at least up till now, is that I seek out ever more dangerous situations to get fucked. Dangerous to my health and to safety. Often when I try a normal hook up the ‘top’ wants me to fuck him. I’m a masculine man, often mistaken for military or laW enforcement and my dick is still thick though not as long as it once was (too much fat I guess). The desire to be fucked, to be taken, distracts from everything in life. Is this healthy? Not at all. But the compulsion will not lessen. It seems to be getting stronger with age. And I am recalling my interactions with the Friend almost daily. Not in a specifically traumatic remembering, but in the way I crave to be overpowered, overwhelmed. And, because I have a strong personality, the only way I can come a bit close to recapturing that is to arrange scenes where I give up control. Dark rooms, hoods, bondage a couple of times - though I’d do that a lot more if I could find Men capable of pulling it off. That’s the other impact. I seek out Men. Men who look, smell, and act like Men. And today there are fewer and fewer of them. There is no way this isn’t all related. It’s one big reason why I don’t use the term ‘rape.’ That’s too strong for me. That should be used for clear instances of force or other manipulation. I can say that I was molested. That term fits. The wiring in my psyche was molested. Where it was somewhat orderly, the wiring got crossed. Love, cuddling, affection? I’m totally capable of that but it doesn’t translate to sexual expression. And sex, well, the less that has to do with affection, gentleness, and even conversation, then the more fulfilling it is. My psyche has been molested and even decades later I cannot reorder myself.

We are very similar in lots of ways, @tallslenderguy. We are very similarly wired erotically. We both go to primary sources on subjects to see what the research or other authoritative sources say and we both provide citations and sources. I very much appreciate your thoughtful and fact-based approach to subjects. I recognized the content was quoted and just scrolled past it without reading more than the first few numbered bullet points, so I can't engage on the content. I appreciate the apology but I don't think there was anything for you to apologize for. I'm just bummed that I don't have tools to manage the content I see better.

To the OP, the terminology is unfortunate in the post, since it immediately summons forth one memories of the worst humanitarian disaster in recorded history. But, the parallels with current events in the US are unmistakable. It's hardly a secret that "all the president's men" are in process of exponentially enlarging their ability to crush dissent, and do their best to imitate the horrors of the previous century. Of secondary interest is that these paramilitary dullards supposedly "need" places to live. They don't. Ice agents live in their own homes. When a "unit" of these "icicles" is sent to X location to perform their indignities, there is often a "unit" of ice people in the area the agents work from. Think of these people as an adjunct National Guard type of structure. Thus, the building of (potential) concentration camps is only tangentially related to where extant ice facilities - at least at present - are located.

Difficult concepts to wrestle with and unlikely to be one standard answer or response. I was a terribly depressed child from the age of ten on. Lots of family trauma, manipulation, etc. Nothing sexual (wife beating, etc). At 15 (?) I went on a camping trip with my Dad’s friend. There were other kids (the friend’s kids) and a friend of his family. The way the tent arrangements played out I shared a tent with my father’s friend. The first night was standard. He offered a backrub. Then a chest and leg rub. I got hard. He started sucking me. I bolted from the tent. I ran to a tree in the darkness I was scared shitless. Didn’t know what to do, felt completely powerless, had no where to go. I went back to the tent and he resumed touching me and sucking. With therapy I’ve realized that this caused a disassociative state. My recollections of these events just moments apart are very different. In the first, I was there. And then I wasn’t. It was happening to me but it was as if I wasn’t in my skin. He was impressed (my dick is thick and back then I was real skinny which adds to length). He rolled on his side and I fucked him. The next day he managed to send everyone else off to go fishing and asked me to stay to help fix up the campground, collect firewood. I was a full participant in what happened that time. I shoved my dick in his ass while I deep throated him (skinny = limber). Swallowed his load and shot mine in his ass. Now, did he pick up that I’d be game? Perhaps. I was repressed, terribly uptight. But I’d also been playing with a kid in my class for awhile by then. Nothing serious but I did like dick and ass (though i couldn’t even contemplate being gay for another decade! ) Being gay came after I had to deal with the fact that I could be an adult Man. The male role models in my life were all pieces of shit. I didn’t want to be that. Then with therapy I realized I didn’t have to be. more to follow

same got lucky and sucked a huge BBC from a skinny black thug looking dude and was rewarded 2 huge loads 🤤