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Most of my stories are based on chems and fists. I haven’t added any recently but will be getting back into it soon.

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An enema bulb

This is great advice and is the perfect accompaniment to poppers. Inflatable toys are a superb way of elongating the stretch and improving the baseline.

I have 3 different steel rings, one is big heavy donut, I love wearing that one casually. Love feeling the weight as I go commando in a pair of loose fitting pants or shorts., not really noticable to others but I love the feel and knowing its in place. With summer coming, looking forward to wearing it with some work out shorts, will definitely be obivous something is going on. Not for a visit to the store but for sure on a walk on a trail. The other two aren't has large or heavy and slighly smaller diameter, wear those when I'm going to be fucking. They're more of a struggle to get on and off and not well suited for long term wear.

I’d love to join you

I'll be in town on 5/15, was hoping to see if Cumunion was a good place to get fucked bareback and take loads, or if I'll be competing with all the other hungry cumsluts.

Have you tried these from Gjhond? [think before following links] https://www.aliexpress.com/item/32883938329.html?pdp_npi=4%40dis!AUD!AU %24116.38!AU %2458.19!!!73.21!36.60!%402101e7f617467699388183211e1628!12000025538524047!sh!AU!0!X&spm=a2g0n.store_m_allProduct.allProducts_8241068.32883938329 They have a sliding gate in them for putting on. I have the 44/35/32mm and 44/35/42mm versions. Wear them a lot for several days at a time. With the 32mm version I need to put some clear sticky tape over the gate to keep it in place. The 42mm gate is stiff enough to stay in place without tape. I used to squeeze my nuts through rings just big enough for one ball to push through. Sometimes 5 at a time for a decent stretch. But those can be really painful to get on - and also to get off! 😖

Why don't you make the post area more recognizable if we are in the Backroom or not. With a different background color or something. Now you will only know if we are, or not, by looking at the main headline.

Hot 🚀and when will the story continue?

What a nice friend

Hot pig!!

So if you want be a cum dump are you allowed to post asking for donations to cover room and gas. Since you still willing have sex without or with donations just posting up front donations nice since not rich?

What type of piercings do you guys like on a piece of meat you’ll ride or that you have… I’ve just gotten a PA and now I want to get a magic cross after this is healed up and the timing is right so it’ll probably become a 1.5 year plan

I am constantly watching porn naked on my sofa and around the house. Everyday, evening and night. 7 days a week. I leak so much pre cum i dont need lube but I am finding it has reduced my physical contact with cock and my hole. I break only to change it up a little and go on Telegram/Zoom. Somedays I'm a ripe pigboi - if only I could have a steady flow of cock in and out to get sucked or to fuck my hole - dump and go.

add me @cruisingsubpig

I once hooked up with two roommates, unknowingly of each other. I talked to a guy once, went to his place and hooked up. The next time I thought it was him when a guy hit me up and gave me the same address. I show up and it’s a different guy- the guy’s roommate.

Take control and fill me.... Msg Me @cruisingsubpig

I love to plunge my dick into recently bred holes. It is one of the reasons I love active gay orgies.

We haven’t tried it yet, but the idea really turns us both on.

I haven't encountered the pronoun thing, but I have scrupulously avoided the trans social events. Guys definitely ask whether they can touch you, and there are definitely guys at the bathhouse that will not touch a germy icky dick or let you touch theirs, and for some reason more than a few of them have been attracted to me at the bathhouses, and are more than happy to spend hours trying to convince that they know 1001 ways to have really great "sex" where no one has to. Yes, you are in luck they do post stuff like that on A4A.

5. Some faggots were born to serve. Some need a little nudge, sometimes a massive nudge, for them to embrace the how pathetic they have always been deep down. Especially the ones who walk through life like they own every fucking place they enter. This was one of my favorite conquests. Let’s call him “Ian.” Ian was flying first class, seat 1A, on one of my flights to London. I’ve seen the type: businessman, probably in finance or banking, fitted clothing, expensive-looking haircut, and fit. One of those who thinks and believes that “he has it all.” Fucking loser. He was demanding and annoying as hell, constantly requesting assistance. More bourbon. More water. No not still, the sparking. This glass is dirty. More bourbon. More ice. This stupid fucker was getting on my fucking nerves, but as a veteran flight attendant, I knew better than to cause a scene. I did everything he asked and with a smile too. At first, the starter pack forced smile. But increasingly more flirty and sexual as the flight went on. I noticed his gaze started to linger and transform from cocky to horny the more bourbons he had in him. I’m hot as hell. Being 6’3” gets me far already, but add to that a model face and ripped body, I know I can pull any ass I want. All I do is walk back and forth for my job. When I’m at these fancy hotels the airline puts me up in, I work out and fuck. What else is there to do? Listen, I know some of you faggots reading this may feel sorry for me. Oh no, isn’t it so lonely? Aww is it hard not being able to put down roots? Don’t you want a partner? You concerned faggots should channel that concern to my wallet and Venmo me instead. I fucking love my life. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you the story of how I knew this was my forever life. To fly all over, spreading my poz seed. No roots. No permanent home. No lover. One boy came close, but I had the best orgasm of my life when I eventually fucked him up like all the other faggots. That was when I knew I love my fucking life. Let me know if you wanna hear that story at some point. You faggots reacting to my other stories got me back. True to form: I love attention and being adored. Back to Ian. I started to flirt with him more. Brushing his hand when I handed him his drinks. Lingering eye contact. At one point I even grabbed my crotch and caught him staring. This drunk faggot was in heat, and I could smell and feel the heat from his hole wrap around my body and dance unashamedly to my nostrils. I knew I had him. I kept scratching my balls or grabbing my crotch. The cabin was dark, but I knew he could see the soft glow of my pale skin move back and forth around my crotch. I was starting to get hard and the outline was visible through my pants, at least to me. His eyes were glued to my crotch. I motioned for him to go to the restroom up front. “Keep it unlocked,” I whispered as he got up and walked by me to the restroom. I went to the back and asked one of the other flight attendants to cover for me for a bit. Stomach issue I tell them. I walk back with the one that said yes and left her to go to the restroom. I opened the door and locked it immediately. This was one of those big restrooms on long international flights. Not the super fancy ones like you can shower or anything. But big enough for at least 3 people, so we had plenty of room. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a big, sloppy kiss. His breath stunk of alcohol. His lips and tongue were frantic. He was drunk, but not sloppy. I felt his ass and gave it a tight squeeze with my right hand, while my left held tightly to his head. I wanted him to feel how much control I had over him. He was locked in place, being molested without his consent. There were no negotiations, no checking in about limits. I did whatever I wanted to his body, and every squeeze of his ass was a reminder of that. My middle finger tracing his hole through his pants indicated that he was going to be my bitch. I pushed him down and pushed his head against my crotch. I moved his head back and forth on my bulge with both my hands. I told the faggot to sniff, and he took a massive whiff. He kept sniffing and opened his mouth to lick my pants. I slapped him. Hard to show him I’m serious, but quietly enough that no one outside could hear. I’m sure it hurt since I held his head with my other hand, so I could ensure just how much force I was hitting him with. He was shock but still horny and drunk. “Don’t get my clothes wet, faggot! I’m still on the clock,” I said. “Ok, got it!” He replied, so eager to be close to me again. I started to unbutton my shirt and reveal my hairy armpits. I told him to worship it. Man did he. He licked. He sniffed. He nestled a himself. He made love to it. He was lost in it. I pulled him off and started to undo his pants. I was forceful and even ripped some seams in the process. I didn’t care. I wanted him to get naked, quickly. Once he caught on that I want him naked, he started to move in sync and got completely nude. I told him to finger himself for me. Play with his vagina. He licked his fingers and started to play with it. He circled it, slowly putting in one finger then two. Then he started to lick a third. Man he’s in heat. I remember thinking, this will be fun for me. Fucking with him will be so easy. I’m going to make him turn into a dumb faggot. Fuck up his life. Everything he’s worked so hard for. The hotshot becoming a failure. My mind was racing of ways to fuck with him and make him go crazy for me. I started to unbuckle my pants, and his eyes lit up. He paused what he was doing and focused on my fingers undoing my pants. I was taking my time. Slow and deliberate. Build his lust. I pulled my pants down finally and told him to come here. When he got close enough, I grabbed his head and pulled it to my throbbing cock, glistening from the pre-cum. He was close but not close enough to reach it, even with his tongue. I told his to smell it. Like before, I moved his head up and down my cock, so he could enjoy the complexity of my crotch. The base is smellier from all the sweat trapped in my pubes. The shaft more subtle. And the head ripe from heat, pre-cum, and natural build up over the day. I let him taste a little, but quickly yanked his head back almost as soon as his tongue made contact with the head. He looked disappointed but he perked up real quick when I told him to turn around. He gladly presented his hole to me. I fisted my cock while staring him down. I moved towards him and stopped when my cock was on his hole. I dragged it up and down his hole. Letting him feel the raw skin-to-skin contact, the grooves of our skins rubbing against each other. I could feel his anticipation through the throbbing of his hole. I spat on his hole a couple times then on my cock. And like before, I dragged my now slick cock on his hole. Now though, it glides. The spit made it slippery and more hectic. The pressure was sporadic, sometimes slipping until reaching a drier spot and then stopping. It added to the anticipation. Where will it stop? Could it glide into his hole? How deep could a glide push my cock? How much of it did he assist with? Did he want? I just know he was having these same thoughts by the hunger in his panting and the winking of his hole, getting slowly more open with every wink. So I took charged and grabbed my dick with more force and moved it directly at his hole. There was a strange silence in the room, within the panting and hums of the lights. There was so much anticipation. I pushed just enough to have started to enter his hole. And I kept it there. His hole winking open larger and larger. He was inviting me in with so much eagerness. But I kept it there. He was confused and would dart his eyes between my eyes and my cock. He was communicating silently what he wanted. Needed. He looked at him and slowly moved my eyes toward my cock. I kept my gaze on my cock. Pay attention. On my cock, a large bead of precum was forming. It was growing slowly until it finally pushed itself off the head. It rolled down, off my cock, and on to his hole. I smirked audibly. I held my cock there for a few more seconds and then stepped back and started to put my clothes on. “This is enough for now. Meet me at hotel bar at the Westin after we land. Wait for me until I show up, however long that may take. I will show up, but I need to my time to prep. So if he wants to feel my cock, he needs to be a good bitch and wait for me.” I told him. I didn’t bother looking at him. I already knew the response. I tidied up and told him to lock the bathroom immediately after I leave and stay here until the next service meal. I leave. Thoughts? Y’all want more?