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Near Home—August, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him. I spit on his hole. Jamal spins around. His big cock is about to explode. He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out. My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt. He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening. I sit back on my haunches. I can’t make a move to get up. Jamal is panting. The big bear he is sitting next, who has been stroking to our session, reaches over to touch Jamal’s dick. It is still hard. Jamal lets him stroke it lightly. In moments, the man leans over and sucks it. Jamal seems to be ready to go again. (Oh, to be young and ever hard…) I finally manage to get up and sit in my seat, watching the Bear work on Jamal. The Talker, a white guy around my age who always wears a ballcap to hide his thinning hair, comes over. “Are you angry with me?” he whispers. “Why should I be?” “I’m the one who sucked your cock while he sat on your face.” “Angry? It was hot as fuck.” I move to my knees to thank him properly, taking his thick dick into my mouth. He sighs and lets me suck him. But I know he’ll never cum. As I suck, I keep tabs on Jamal. He has moved to sucking the Bear. Another pair of men who stroked to our rimming session are paired off and giving each other head. Two others are stroking to all the oral sex happening around them. The Talker thanks me, puts his cock away and goes out into the lobby to, well, talk to the cashier. I watch Jamal suck the Bear’s dick. Suddenly, he just gets up. He looks at none of us, grabs his shorts and just takes off to the bathroom—and out the door. I go over to the Bear. I have fucked him before. He leans forward and he sucks my cock. I play with his exposed hairy chest. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I didn’t prep for that—I had no idea two huge dicks would be here today.” I let him suck and jerk himself. Suddenly, he shoots all over his thick, hairy stomach. I bend over and lick up the last drop of cum oozing from his dick. He cleans up and leaves. I sit. I watch the two men who are exchanging blow jobs. In moments, the currently seated guy groans out his orgasm. The guy sucking takes it all in his mouth. I see him swallow. The act of swallowing jizz sets off his own orgasm. He shoots between the sandals of the guy who gave him his load. They leave together, after a joint stop in the restroom. I eye the two men still stroking. One I know from here. He used to love to stand in the corner behind the door of the gay cinema and give me his load after he had jerked for hours. I nod to him. In answer, he spreads his legs invitingly. I go over. He is white, likely pushing 50 and dressed like he is on a long lunch from his office. I kneel and suck his thick dick into my mouth. This seems to be the day for thicker cocks. I work carefully on him to make sure I don’t scrape him with my teeth. He moans and rubs my head. “It’s been forever since you did me…” he mumbles. He opens his poppers. I know this is his cue to get off. He inhales. Almost instantly, his cock head swells. Cum begins pouring out of his cock. It doesn’t shoot, but doesn’t dribble, either. It pours onto my tongue and down my throat. It is hot enough, this massive load filling my mouth, I stop touching my own dick. I lick every drop off his cock before I let him stand up. The other stroker, a bald white man over 60, has been watching it all. He has, what else, but a longer, thick cock. I am still on my knees, catching my breath. He walks over, this hardon swinging. “Suck me.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. And I am on such a cum/endorphine high, I would be sucking anyone who wanted it. He pushes into my mouth. He is in charge. I just provide the receptacle. He fucks into me, holding me by the ears. Normally, I worm away from this kind of face fuck, but not today. It’s hot. I only worry it will take me over the edge before he shoots. Suddenly he stops pumping into my face. I begin working with my tongue. It’s everywhere. On his shaft. All over his cock head. Burrowing into his juicy piss slit. “You fucker, you’re gonna make me shoot good.” He grabs the sides of my head again and pumps into me a couple of strokes. Instantly, his cock begins firing off a load. I swallow rapidly to keep up. And my own cock gives it up. All over the floor. I’ve had so much hot stimulation today. I grunt and shoot and swallow all at the same time. He lets me clean him up, before he’s out the door, letting it bang shut. I am alone. Every man, but the Talker, of this bigger afternoon crowd, has gotten off today. I look down. The pool of my semen on the floor is quite large. I watch the last drop ooze out of my dick and land in the middle of it… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Jerking Crowd Shows Its Appreciation...(Part Two) August 24, 2024

Just the biology of aging I guess. When I was in my teen my cock was always hard without any stimulation. I'd precum a lot every morning wood I thought it was because of all the cum I swallowed from the older boys at school. And when I started bottoming I could shoot out cum hands free. Now...constantly feeling exhausted after work just me sleep.

All of your stories are great. They get me going, as you can see.

I agree with this, quantity over quality. The other thing that makes a cumdump is not needing or wanting to cum myself, I can go weeks without cumming myself, but need a raw load fucked into me at least once a day, often more.

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For me, it's a few things: Once his hands are on you, your decision making ability is gone You care only about pleasing cock You do not own your ass. My bf whores me out I always make myself ready to recieve Take any cock, any time Sorry of on topic: My bar bathroom fantasy finally happened. It took a while because my bf had to negotiate with the owner. He didn't want to get shut down. So I had to fuck him first, alone. He ended up cumming twice. Then, after the bar closed, seven older guys that Ive never met, fucked me all over the bathroom. Never felt so cheap. Overall a wonderful experience but it kind of fucked with my head, honestly.

I realized I crossed over into “cumdump” territory when one cock and load didn’t satisfy my hunger…when all I could think about was the next cock and load, however I get it, cruising the apps and taking any cock without question..homeless cock, farm worker immigrant cock, visiting surfer, student, senior…they’re all welcome to breed me.

You not alone as far as I’m concerned! I’m a self identified faggot and I am typically a bottom but I love meeting other faggots that are as kinky or even more so than I am and enjoy how nasty we can be together. Sometimes I’m even able to be a temporary top if the mood is just right. I love being a faggot and love the way dominant men treat me like a faggot, but I also love other faggots that want to passively get piggy with no limits to hold us back. I’m fagshawnpetty and love being a faggot cocksucker….

I would give anything to suck a stiff cock and have it cum in my mouth. Where do I go?

I think mentally I'm a cumdump, all these descriptions on here just make me say yes I want and need this but I'm just not there physically yet.

No, it's simply legally accurate. There is a lot of grey around sexual exploration for preteen and teen minors. There's a lot of power imbalance, differing cognitive development and abilities, etc. with minors exploring sexuality and it's impossible to make rules that both protect those who need it, and give freedom to explore to those who want it. Hence age of consent laws that try to strike the balance between those competing factors as best they can. It's great that you knew what you wanted sexually at 10, 11, and 12, but those laws protect the kids who *don't*.

hmm .. when you lose count of the number of loads that just got fucked into you? 😆

That is very condescending. I knew what I wanted and needed at 10, 11, 12. If you tell yourself you didn’t you’re fooling yourself. The fact that there’s SO MANY experiences actually fits perfectly the description of normal, which is “statistically frequent”. If you are factoring in the legal aspect, then 50 years ago being gay was illegal. In Africa and the Middle East punishable by death. In India and Afghanistan and Ancient Greece and Rome all this was not only allowed, it was encouraged. I’m not a pedo, not interested in children or young guys AT ALL but I can differentiate between abuse and consensual even when someone is below legal age of consent. I also understand that society has to be structured like this in this legal framework for a reason, but look around you…. All these people posting here are perfectly fine with what happened. Who are we to invalidate their positive experience and turn it into trauma to satisfy our morality?

I think we struggle the most when we don’t really accept and love it. It’s different from acknowledging that it’s there and giving into it if you still carry shame. It’s something to work on continuously - in my case it’s a work in progress but really beautiful things and friendships have been found by leaning into it with no shame. Which then makes focusing my energy on other things in life also easier if it makes sense. 💖

Oh lord I sure hope so. I would never pass up an opportunity for a recharge.

Thank you for this!! The horny hard raw cocks will always be there (as will my desire to have them ejaculating inside me). Life is hopefully more fulfilling when you find a balance. I struggle with moderation and balance so this is always top of mind for me.