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Even though it was not a term back then, the dirty old man who had catfished me only referred to himself as “Daddy” throughout the entire night that he used my mouth and throat. He also taught me that night that there is a difference between cocksucking and throat fucking, and that night, he taught me all about throat fucking. For the first few hours of the night, he pushed his cock down my throat repeatedly while he sat in his overstuffed chair watching porn, and I was squatted on the floor between his legs. He stuck his cock down my throat, holding my head in place against his fat belly so I could not breathe and I wildly attempted to gasp for air. I attempted to make noise, and he commented how great the vibration made his cock feel. He’d eventually released me so I could gasp some air, only to pull me forward and stuff his cock back down my throat again so we could repeat the process over-and-over-and-over many consecutive times. At some point, he stuffed his cock all the way down my throat and stood up. He commanded, “Time to move!” while he held me in place with his cock completely lodged down my throat. He grabbed ahold of each of my ears, closing his fingers against the palms of his hands with my ears firmly gripped in between. He started to move sideways out from in front of his chair, and once he cleared the chair, he turned himself to a 90-degree angle and ordered, “Come with me cock slut!” as he maintained his firm grip on my ears and started walking backwards toward what I found out was his bedroom. I was able to breathe through my nose as I awkwardly tried to walk on my knees to keep pace with him, while his cock continued to impale my throat, anchoring me in place. It was a lost cause, however, and I wrapped my arms around his thighs and grabbed onto his ass with my hands. When my knees could not keep pace, they dragged against the carpeted floor, my throat fully impaled on his cock the entire time, until we reached the bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, the old man pulled his cock out of me and ordered me up on the bed and on my back, with my head at the side of the bed on the edge. He grabbed the sides of my head with both hands, firmly clamping to create a head vice. He roughly pulled me about 18” forward by my head, so my head hung off the side of the bed, with my neck bent and my mouth positioned at roughly a 45-degree angle. I remember being shocked at the firmness of his hands against the sides of my head to move my 140-lb body forward 18”. For an old fart, he used my head to move my entire body with hardly any effort. Now that I was in position with my head hanging over the bed, he squatted down over my face and told me to open my mouth wide. While I expected him to stick his cock down my throat, he actually stuffed his big nuts in my mouth and told me to suck them. His nuts filled my mouth, which was stretched as wide as possible to fit them and I sucked on them for a good long time. I was having some trouble breathing, but I could catch some air better this way than when he was sitting in his chair with my cock down my throat. At some point, he pulled his balls out of my mouth and rested them on my face and nose. After a brief moment, I felt his full weight on on the bed and my upper chest and arms as he crawled up on the bed with his knees on the mattress. His ass was still hanging over the mattress as he spread his right ass cheek with his right hand while he grabbed my hair with his left, pulling my head up to his ass. He bellowed, "Eat my ass, you fucking slut!" as my face was consumed by his fat ass. He ordered me to keep my tongue on his hole as he let go of my hair and spread both of his ass cheeks wide with his hands. His ass was so huge, his cheeks smothered me even with my neck bent over the mattress. I am not sure how long I ate his ass, but there were moments when I felt like I might pass out due to lack of air, but I never quite lost consciousness. As the dirty old man finally lifted himself back off the bed and beyond my head, he ordered me to stay in position and to close my eyes and keep my mouth open as wide as possible. I heard him open his nightstand drawer and close it again. I soon felt something strange against my mouth and teeth and felt a different type of pressure against my head, like a belt wrapped tightly around my head. I intuitively opened my eyes at the strange feeling. At that moment, I heard a click-click-click and my mouth started to open wide but in a way that was out of my control. The dirty old geezer had inserted a mouth spreader which he was opening to full capacity. My eyes bugged out of my head in surprise, and I started to move, but he moved forward and held me firmly in place. After I settled, he let go of me and he moved away, kneeling down near my head. I felt his fingers underneath my head, and heard a soft “click.” The old fart then held up a small padlock key to show me, before standing up and sticking it in his bathroom pocket along with the key to his deadbolt. I was totally disoriented as I heard him say, “Time to give that throat a good workout, boy!” as he squatted to align his cock with my spread mouth. He pushed his cock in my mouth and down my throat, holding my throat with the palm of his hand. He did this repeatedly and I started to gag up throat slime and mucus…LOTS OF IT! I could not really swallow with the mouth spreader open so wide, not to mention his cock down my throat, and mucus, drool, and snot was coming out of my mouth and nose. I had tears in my eyes as he continued to use my throat for all it was worth. The mucus ran down my forehead and into my hair. My head and face were a gooey mess as he relentlessly used my throat. I am not sure how long he throat fucked me like this, but it seemed like forever. Eventually, the old fuck pulled his cock out of my throat and announced it was time to make him cum. He squatted down near my head, and I watched him pull the padlock key out of his bathrobe pocket. He unlocked the mouth spreader and lowered it a bit to remove it from my mouth and tossed it on the carpet. He stood back up and ordered me to “Open up!” and he pushed his cock back in my mouth and down my throat. His fat belly was totally covering my face as he continued to fuck my throat, pulling his cock all the way out and then shoving it all the way back down my throat to the hilt. He did this repeatedly with both of his hands on my neck until I heard him yell, “Here comes my big load, bitch boy” and he stuffed his cock down my throat and I felt it spasm several times. I realized the head of his cock was too far down my throat for me to taste his cum just as I heard him say “Fuck, my hands can feel my cock spasm inside your fucking throat!” Once his cock was done spasming, he pulled his cock out like a guy pulls out an oil dipstick to check the oil levels in a car. He saw there was still cum on the head of his cock and saliva on the sides, so he proceeded to wipe his cock on my face and in my hair to clean it off. He eventually stepped away from the bed and announced it was time for me to go. I slowly rolled myself over on his bed and felt very lightheaded as I tried to stand up. I asked him to give me a minute to adjust and eventually got myself standing but was very unsteady on my feet. I asked the guy if I could use his bathroom to clean up and realized my throat was incredibly sore and my voice was totally hoarse from the intense fuck his cock had given it. I thought I misheard him when he said “No time to use the bathroom. You do not want to miss your bus.” Being confused, I asked “what?” and he said, “You need to leave now so you do not miss your bus…Let’s go!,” as he walked out of his bedroom with me slowly following. When he arrived at the front door and took the deadbolt key out of his bathrobe pocket. He unlocked the door as I stood there with my face, head, and hair covered with throat slime, mucus, and snot. The first of the slime had started to dry and was matted in my hair. The fresh stuff was still wet and gooey. While there was no mirror for me to look in, I knew my head and face had to be a fucking mess. I debated pleading with the old fuck who had catfished me and totally used me as his personal cock slut to please let me use the bathroom to clean up, but before I could formulate the words, he simply opened the door and calmly said “Bye” as he gently guided me out the front door and into the hallway, promptly closing his front door and re-locking it. As I walked toward the stairwell, I opened my coat and pulled it up and around my face and head, similar to when drying off my face and hair when using a bath towel after a shower. I tried to remove as much slime as possible, but I knew it was a lost cause and prayed there would be no one on the bus taking me back to campus at this early hour. I also hoped my two roommates would be sleeping when I got home because they would relentlessly nag me about my appearance if they saw me, but what could I possibly say?! Sometimes they stayed up playing Super Mario Bros or Donkey Kong all night, so it was a crap shoot as to if they would still be awake in the living room that I needed to walk through to get to the bathroom and my bedroom in the apartment we shared. As I sat down on the bench at the covered bus stop and looked at the posted bus schedule, I realized I had about 20 minutes to wait until the bus was scheduled to pick me up…

You need to factor in the money that's paid for everything prior to National Team selection.

15 hours in a sex shop booth when I was 16.

I just never refuse cock. I dont get many that want to use a condom but if they do I just drink the sperm out of the condom after they cum, so I still get their seed in me.

As a bottom, i love the intent when a Top goes balls deep to breed, There are so many ways a Top can communicate while He is fucking, and my favorite is when He obviously is fucking to open and breed. i love it when a Top tells me He is breeding me too. to me it adds another layer, but balls deep plants His seed past the "second hole" which ensures i can absorb every bit of Him, which i love. I work to hold all His seed in, i have if i lose any of Him after. So, i'm grateful for an intentional breeder ❤️

See, you really are a gentleman! 😂. Very sexy!

It's mutual, PBW ....

You're being most gracious in that description, blackrobe. I think the fact is, there aren't enough naturally-inclined Tops around to keep their bottoms satisfied. To your question above though, pleasing oneself above pleasing both partners has, I think, always been an issue for gay guys. Not because we're innately selfish, but more because we don't have the benefit of culturally-acceptable "family trees". Only in the large, major population centers do we find organizations dedicated to - and for the advancement of - men who hear (and answer) the Call to Dominance. I was fortunate, living in Chicago, to find and associate with a couple of those kinds of organizations, and benefitted from those experiences. Maybe that can be replicated (to some degree) in online organizations? We could most likely start one here on BZ, if enough guys would be interested. It wouldn't be like the in-the-flesh memberships in Leather or Bd/Sm clubs of the past, but these days nothing is like it used to be. You mention the issue of appearing "performative", and that's an astute perception. I'm not really sure how many (percentage-wise) men there that even remember those in-the-flesh membership organizations. For example, I well-remember being corrected years ago by a Master at CHC, when learning the proper way to handle a flogger. A Master observed me, interrupted me and then corrected me, and watched me continue to make sure he'd corrected the issue. Interesting that you comment about the appearance of being "performative"; for some guys, it isn't much more than that, and who needs to perpetuate that mess? I think that in any group setting, some measure of "performative" acts will take place, mostly by those men who aren't quite secure in their knowledge of self, which is reflected in their skills. I see you're in Seattle - are there any gay newspapers, periodicals in your area which would carry ads, announcements of Leather/Bd/Sm organizations? That would be a good start, and I'll cross my balls that there are (since obviously, my fingers are busy now). I'm not conflating the Leatherlife with Bondage or Sadomasochism; they are often related, but also have different goals. If you'd like, maybe further discussion via private message would be most appropriate?

Back in the day, I'd spend all afternoon at them. Sucking and getting fucked through them. Sometimes I'd get serviced through them too, but mostly I was getting the dicks. I'd easily spend 4-5 hours or late nights on the weekends, I'd be leaving as the sun came up. I must've swallowed gallons of cum those nights -- and I always wanted more! So many gloryholes have been closed. It's truly a shame! (though I don't think my knees could take a marathon session these days!)

I'm a bottom so meh, what I got is fine. On very VERY rare occasions I top, never had a complaint.

You are correct and this is clear to Belgian taxpayers because it goes with the job of a king and prime minister. But not a FBI director who lies to the people tot having daken meetings and then gets caught in thé act celebrating in the dressing room of the American team while your country is in crisis

I have booked a sex vacation in Berlin for 3 days end of April. At the moment I have in mind visits to the Lab on Thursday night, the Boiler sauna and, most certainly, the Bull. If weather allows ( will it ever stop raining) maybe spend some time cruising in Tiergarten. Comments on my suggested venues please. I am a all cocks and loads taken bottom. I am poz on meds and undetectable. (Spent a dirty week in Gran Canaria in January 2026 getting plowed)

That's a most laudable goal - lots of cumdumps are what I guess we'd call "toned"?, but not many are what we'd call a muscle-cumdump. I have nothing against a soft-ish ass - far from it - but rutting in a well-bred musclehole is a rare treat. Butch-as-nails guys need loads too !!!

I feed my fag/cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays. He puts a post up on a few sites including doublelist to get other men there to feed him. Yesterday it was just me. Today he was sucking my cock when a painter showed up. He plopped down next to me on the fag's sofa and pulled out his 7" cut cock. Mine is just 6.5" cut. My fag switched immediately to the new guy - we've agreed he would this so I can watch him suck cock. The painter gagged him several times before pumping a load directly down his throat. He pulled out and left. 20 minutes later I fed my fag his second load this week. Damn yes so fucking hot. Anyway, just thought I'd share the story.

Patel is reportedly (google) 5'9". He looks shorter though, because of that deflated-inner-tube-like belly. However, to the O.P., if running around the world to attend sporting events is the only misstep he makes, he's the paragon of virtue compared to his fellow cabinet members - Bottle Blondi, somehow leaps to mind. The "kava bag" Ice-clown isn't far behind either.

Nice I love sucking cock with others watching

I feed my fag/cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays. He puts a post up on a few sites including doublelist to get other men there to feed him. Yesterday it was just me. Today he was sucking my cock when a painter showed up. He plopped down next to me on the fag's sofa and pulled out his 7" cut cock. Mine is just 6.5" cut. My fag switched immediately to the new guy - we've agreed he would this so I can watch him suck cock. The painter gagged him several times before pumping a load directly down his throat. He pulled out and left. 20 minutes later I fed my fag his second load this week. Damn yes so fucking hot. Anyway, just thought I'd share the story.

When I was in my 20's I definitely spent 6 or 8 hours at them now and then, at local xxx arcades around town, what a time. The holes have dried up in the city, the only ones I know about are in the valley and that spot is, meh. I miss them.

Sunday and Monday double header 😉 I will see if I can make that schedule in

I think there is a huge difference between being rough and aggressive, and top trying to hurt someone intentionally. I'm verse and fuck the same way I like to be fucked, which means a gentle initial entry, and then once the hole has relaxed, switch to a good hard, rough and aggressive pounding. I'm not a delicate flower, nor were most of the guys I've fucked in my life. Just don't hurt each other.

I especially loved servicing young, drunken guys at the university. They lose their inhibitions, and if they know that you're a cocksucker, you'll get several mouthfuls of tasty cum loads. One night, I serviced at least 10 young, hot, virile guys. How hot is that?