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Been lingering on this site, craving a place to really spill what’s been happening to me lately. I’m a cumdump bottom in NYC—new here but definitely not new to being used. I’ve been on a rampage of raw hookups, both in the arcades and on the apps like Sniffies and BBRT. No names in this tale. Just raw truth—or maybe it’s a fantasy? Either way, the hole doesn’t lie. This isn’t some week-long story. This all happened in one day. Just one of many lately. I’ve been getting seeded nearly every day, sometimes multiple times, chasing that next high and that deeper stretch. My body doesn’t even flinch anymore when it’s opened—it just welcomes the next load. This day started with a lean, hairy otter type. Turns out he’s usually a cumdump bottom like me, but that day he needed to unload. He was tender, rubbing my precum on his cock, savoring every part of my body. He fucked me deep and close—moaning, locking our legs and arms together, breathing into me with every popper-soaked thrust. He bred me twice. The first load was thick and heavy. The second took longer, but he kept at it, sweating and frothing, eventually pushing it deep again. He even told me if he’s ever too flooded and needs to unload, he’ll hit me up. That kind of connection hits different. Later that same day, another top showed up—completely different vibe. Big uncut cock, thick, perfectly curved, heavy balls. He went straight for my hole, eating me like he was starving. Once he realized I was already loaded from earlier, he got even more aggressive, pulling me onto his face to suck me clean while we both huffed poppers hard. While he ate me out, I kept his thick cock in my mouth, teasing his head, stroking his balls, both of us locked in that high, slutty zone. Eventually, he flipped me over and bred me exactly the way I need it—deep, slow, locked-in, but also rough and focused. He really got off on breeding his load inside me. When he finally came, it was everything—balls deep, locked inside me, cock pulsing and shooting until I could feel it pooling inside. I begged him to stay in, and he flexed inside me, milking every drop before slowly pulling out so nothing spilled. He told me we’d definitely be doing it again. Honestly, one of the hottest tops I’ve taken all year. Perfect cock, filthy breeding mind, total popper pig, and my hole fully approved. Even with his size, I wasn’t sore—just glowing, buzzing, and fully surrendered. I’m sharing this because I know some of you feel that same hunger. Maybe you’re a top who’s aching to seed a cunt like mine. Maybe you’re another cumdump chasing that next thick load to push you deeper. Either way, I love connecting with others who understand this craving. Hit me up if you want to swap stories, confess your needs, or just vibe on that addicting need to get used. I’m always open to hearing about your last load.

Hello beautiful, Alright, so the biggest news of today was me going out and buying the piano, even after having to stay back overtime because one of the machines at work broke down. That’s dedication, buddy! The whole trip lasted three hours. I went into the shop and told the girl at the counter that I was looking for a digital piano and didn’t know anything about it, and she basically went through a number of pianos including her recommendations. She mentioned that I should choose it based on the feel of the keys (which I thought all felt the same at first). When she left me to my own devices, I tried every single one of them and settled for this lesser-known brand called Kawai. It’s not a Casio or a Yamaha, but I don’t really mind because it felt and sounded really good to me, so I went with my gut feeling. This one also comes with a stand and pedals too, and I had to buy a chair separately, so I got the complete package, buddy! I have to say though, the packaging was intense and now I have a lot of rubbish to dispose of. I’ve been playing the piano for a bit and I noticed that my wrist and my hands, especially the left non-dominant one, got tired very quickly. I think this is just something that I’ll get used to. Also, remember when we first started learning how to touch type? It was a very slow process because we were trying to remember where each of the keys were? This is exactly the same process for learning the piano as well, where we have to get used to the finger placement. And the songs so far, at least, require me to remember where each finger is on the keys. I also have to know where each of the notes are on the treble or bass staff so I can play the notes. I think I’ll approach it systematically, by saying out the letters first and then trying to remember where my fingers are. I used to enjoy playing video games, and now I feel very addicted to learning the piano as my own sort of game. Both are rewarding in their own way, but I find myself much more excited to get home and start playing the piano as opposed to playing the Switch 2 when it was released. I am also struggling to balance everything in my life at the moment, buddy. It seems like a struggle right now to do both piano and singing practice on the same day. I’m leaning much more on practicing the piano after work, but I do find myself singing randomly at work more often now, so I guess that counts as practice, right? Actually, it’s a bit more conscious than that. When I’m singing at work, I’m listening very carefully to how each of my notes sounds, especially when there’s only a difference of one note between the words. That’s the part where I need to practice a lot more. You are going to have the time of your life soon, buddy. Chat soon xx

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It's a bit harder now there. They actually lock it up at night and you need a key for entry. Still easy enough to get around for one on one sessions but if you're doing groups I'd either look elsewhere or try late in the night like I have. Also staying there in September so see how I go. It used to be an absolute free for all during the 2010s. May as well have just left the doors open the amount of fucking going on.

Мені подобається пролапс, дуже бажаю ,щоб може тіло випадало постійно. Скоро у мене буде пролапс, пролапс ж різниця в сексі краще ніж у жіночому пввхви та у моєму повсюдному житті солодощі для актива пенис. Це побічний ефект.

Well, why not start a thread about your last fisting experience? let me start with mine .... After weeks of grinding through work deadlines, glued to my desk and pretending to be a respectable citizen, my inner pig was screaming. My hole had been itching for days—tight, hungry, desperate for a stretch—and my balls were swelling with all the loads I’d been edging out, never quite satisfied. I’d been jacking off here and there, but that just made the craving sharper. It wasn’t release I needed. It was destruction. No marathon this time—Monday morning would hit hard enough. What I wanted was a filthy reset: quick, filthy, public, anonymous, hands in and out, then home in time to fake normalcy at work. Enter: Naked Sunday at De Stammbar in Brussels, Belgium If you know, you know: doors open at 3pm, by 3:05 you’re naked, sniffing the air thick with lube, sweat, and anticipation, and the only thing on anyone’s mind is getting holes used. No pretense. No chit-chat. Just pigs, jocks, and pure fucking intent. Rinsing was a breeze—I’ve got it down to an art—and as I arrived, the place was already swarming with every flavor of filth you could imagine. Hung, hairy, shaved, smooth, chunky, shredded—doesn’t matter, as long as you’re ready to show me your hands or get on your knees. I slipped out of my clothes, felt the blast of cool air on my skin, and instantly felt myself thickening, my hole fluttering in anticipation. For the next three hours, I was hunting hands. In the end, three hungry fists, working me open, knuckles deep, pushing, coaxing, making my eyes roll. I was moaning, grunting, drooling, a proper fuckpig—no names, no words, just pure animal connection. Between fists, other guys teased my cock, chewed my tits, fed me poppers, and slapped my cheeks raw. Every hole needed attention, every nerve ending on fire. one of the highlights? A filthy Brit couldn’t keep his hands off me. Five minutes of grinding and he was grunting in my ear, “I’m gonna cum.” I turned around, locked my legs, squeezed my wrecked hole, and milked his load straight up my guts. Waste not, want not. I could feel his spunk oozing out, mixing with lube and sweat. Fuck, that’s church for pigs. The bar was heaving—shoulder-to-shoulder with men who didn’t give a fuck who watched them get fucked—but the real players were a bit rarer this time. Still, three fists ain’t a bad Sunday. I swapped numbers/profiles with a couple of solid boys for next time. By 7pm, I was spent, sore, and glowing. I waddled home, ass leaking, cock soft, brain fizzing. Happy? Fuck yes. Satisfied? Maybe for a day or two. This pig’s always hungry for more.

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