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I was a kid and my older brothers and their friends put on a Xmas themed porn flick and told me to keep my mouth shut. I've had a thing for Santa (older, hairy men) ever since. 🐻‍❄️

when i was young and just coming out i tended to lean towards older .. older as in 10yr older than myself and up .. now that i'm older - something about a TOPSON fucking'n'breeding me gets my hole extra hungry .. having said all that - i don't have a preference .. 😉

That's what I love about some tops at the adult theater. They just bend me over and mount me. No permission, no discussion about protection, etc. This tends to happen a lot with black tops. Not generalizing, just relating my personal experience. But I love it!

Fucking hot.. I came twice from this.. It brought back memories of me at a underground party in NYC that I was brought too.!!!! Please continue!!! Please!

yes.

Definitely going to convert

I think the difference is a bottom wants Mr Right to fuck them while a cum dump wants as many Mr. Right Nows as he can get. It comes down to selectivity. A cum dump shouldn't care about anything but taking loads from all cummers.

A great start! I hope there's more to come...

That's exactly what I am going for . my catch really is that I want someone "in the know " as it were. Preferably Poz and into the lifestyle, able to understand the meaning behind what you're tattooing on to me. not sure where I would find such a person though. wish I knew

Well BBRT has gone the way A4A & the dinosaurs. Grinder, I am not paying that subscription fee. Sniffies is the flakiest site I have ever encountered. Most of tthe guys on there never follow through. Last night I had a guy in my complex that I found. I can literally see his building from my living room. He never showed up. When i finally asked him what the deal was. It was too far. Then you have the “I just want a blow job” guys. Look man, I am sorry your wife/girlfriend won’t suck your dick but if we are meeting and I work your cock with my mouth for a bit…..Yeah, you’re fucking me It’s also like Tampa is the holy land for bottoms and they have all made the pilgrimage.

Ok, tonight when the sun goes down, I want to go out in my backyard, strip nekid and have a guy and his boyfriend basically get me on all fours and spit roast me !

Cum Capitol: Came in Ottawa and Got the T - Shirt OK, I am thrilled at the responses of BZ users to my virgin foray into fiction story. So many authors make it look so easy. I applaud you all. I was about to get stuck in a rut and needed some inspiration. For real inspiration loading - I had planned on going to CumUnion in Ottawa last Friday but did not make it up in time. The purpose of my travel was an anniversary. However, I did make it to Club Ottawa on Saturday A little peeved I had not changed from my leathers before the rain started, pleased that I did find a good parking spot for the bike. Damn, I had to add corrosion control to my vest pins as something to do on my return home. Let it be known that I do not go to Canada to sleep, I go to Canada to party. This time, I was so exhausted I did sleep, ass up meekly begging for loads as I descended into the arms of Morpheus. However, Early Saturday Morning there was a voice from my door do you play? I flipped over to see a Canadian Bear/Lumberjack. I replied if you cum inside I do! He had a 7” semi-hard dick which I sucked in. I was playing with his ass and he with mine. I cleared enough cock out of my throat to ask if he fucked? Sometimes was the response. The angle was just right, the size was just right. I had swallowed right past any possibility of my gag reflex being able to respond. He was whining something about ‘sensitive’ which if you were there, you can also testify to since the walls are quite thin. After he had blown his warm load down my esophagus (there was no taste until he pulled out) I flipped back into the all cummers reception mode. After a bit, my Bear / Lumberjack was back for round 2. It was clear he was a whiner before, but foir round 2, he really complained as I worked on sucking his soul out through his dick. As a diver, I have developed some real lung capacity despite toxic exposure in the military. My sucking can be compared to Astronaut Dave Bowman explosively undergoing decompression as he gets blown out of his pod and into Discovery’s airlock. In Summary, I SUCK! And, while I am on that subject for that night, just an FYI to another noisy neighbor: No, Mommy is NOT a Safe Word! Oh and for those who know me, I am a whore for all things goldilocks, so when that perfect sized cock plungered my throat and started pumping, I was in hog heaven. Icing on the cake was on my return through Scranton PA, I chanced upon the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile (one of six) on its quarterly rounds. if you doubt me, check my Meta Page. This was definitely a tube steak boogie weekend. and- for those who might think I was not there, google the address, switch to street view, pan around and you will see a sign on the storefront above the bathouse "Bread By Us" which I still think is oddly appropriate even if I missed the desired load in my ass,

yes, you have to be careful. I usually use warm water to flush clear, then dilute my warm beer enema to 50/50 for first couple of quart fills. Hold a bit.. until you feel the buzz start. With wine you have to start 30/70 (wine/water) and slowly work up. If not careful.. and planned.. you can get alcohol poisoning easily sine the alcohol is being absorbed directly into bloodstream by large intestines and colon. It is a fun, quick and cheap way to get a buzz and enjoy a tasty ass. BUT.. you have to be careful and know what you are doing.

Love enemas now! I had a girlfriend many, many years ago who got me into anal. She would come over on a Friday afterwork and stay all weekend. We would take a nice warm shower, then I would shave her pussy all smooth. She would take her 2 quart red enema bag and take some time to give us both a full bag of warm water to hold. She would flush us anywhere from 1 to 3 flushes until we flowed clear. Then we would enjoy deep anal play all night. After a while we switched to a water flush first, then a warm, flat beer enema. Gives you a fast buzz and a tasty ass! I loved eating out her cunt and then tongue fucking her beer ass.

Well, I have nothing against sucking a cock while fucking some other guy, but my favorite is felching loads out of a Hole before I shove it to him. I'm already there (pre-fuck sniff-test) and a Hole full of loads only confirms that he's my kind of bottom. And, if there's a cum-junkie around, I'll gladly share/kiss it to him.

Depending on how one defines "a cumdump", that can be one night of debauchery every x number of days, or a habitual, daily hunt for loads, to the detriment of everything else in the cumdump's life. When one gives one's life to cumdumpery, it's an all-consuming behavior - usually best achieved with a "sponsor" (someone who enables the behavior by taking care of everything else on behalf of the cumdump). Every guy is different in some ways, but when a bottom begins to think of taking loads as a necessary daily act, not merely a desired act, he's well on his way to cumdumpery. When his first thought in the morning is hooking up, taking a load, and he starts cruising online for it, the more he gets the more he needs. Add in some chemicals, and presto - he's hooked on both drugs and taking loads. Some weeks ago guy over at Ramrod actually told me he was "addicted" to sperm - which is nutty. What he's "addicted" to is the behavior, not the sperm up his gut or down his throat. The behavior - habitual raw sex - can definitely become habit-forming, if not actually (chemically) addictive. The answer to the question, as I see it, it's the point at which a guy makes the decision to put hunting raw sex at the top of his "daily do" list, rather than somewhere in the middle.

OK, enjoy - Sticky Situation Continued- My state of awareness changed gradually like the pre-dawn light as the non-partying world awakes to start their day. At some gradual level I became aware of soft voices and fingers massaging my hole. At some point, some level of awareness of perhaps I had something I needed to do. Moments or hours later, things snapped into coherence, and I opened my eyes with no real understanding of how I had got there. I heard a voice but my vision was still a little blurry - Good, I was starting to think he was feigning sleep, but it is tough to fake a respiration rate and resting pulse without giving away some telltale signs. Richard? You with us? Some slivers of memory were still trailing along… Had I been moaning? I blinked into awareness and asked “where am I”? In my field of view were Dad and Adam. Who was at my hole? Dad said you were exhausted and after some brief play, you simply passed out. Burt had felt you fading some and stopped at a rest stop instead of the cruising trails a little way further down the road. A little play and you blissed out. We put you in the car and are now in town. I Thought it best to have you checked out. Good move said Jeff, as he removed his fingers and stuck his bare dick in my ass, some wear and tear, but you are normal (well, normal for you). Balancing sex and drugs can be hard, you might have realized you needed focus during your workshops, but it was not left to chance. You needed to be clear headed enough to learn and retain your crash course in being a poz boy. Son, I am proud of you. There are some youngsters as well as those no so young that are such addicts that they turn to sex as a tool to get more drugs. But on the flip side - some use the drugs to make the sex better. You found the zone, I think you will be happy with the path forward. I was on my back, legs up on Jeff Bruckner’s shoulders as he plunged away. Richard, your little rosebud has bloomed into quite a flower. My response surprised even me, “Stoke me verbally any way you please but keep fucking me”. Glances were exchanged and Jeff asked me how quick did you see though the ass medication distraction from a few weeks ago? I was still groggy but responded. First session, but I was afraid if I let on, you would stop. I love your dick. Jeff responded with a grunt and released his load. He grabbed a mirror and moved to show me my new look, an angry puffy gaping hole with a trail of cum flowing out. I raised my ass a little to stem the flow. Jeff laughed and said Richard, so are such a natural slut. My eyes widened as a slight pocket of gas produced an amazing cum bubble. Adam, always the cinematographer cursed that he should have been filming. He held the mirror over a little and patted my pussy at first like a puppy, and then did a sleight of hand pass like a magic trick and stoked my cunt closed like he was stoking a real cat. The change was a puffy closed portal where the cum was no longer dribbling out. You are already a jock so you know about the exercises that will strengthen each group of muscles. However, you are still a gifted amateur, so it is best to not try crunches after something like we just did. Unless of course you intend to put on a show. You have an appointment on Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 with Dr. Fardshisheh, Adam put the reminder in your phone. Now, you have a full dance card at school this week so let’s get some caffeine and breakfast! A few hours later, I was still flagging. Apparently being passed out and cum drunk is not as restful as sleep. There were thigh, back and glute muscles that were making objections all day long. As I went to my Psych 101 and General College math classes, I was in two worlds. On one hand These seemed pretty basic but hinted at dark complexities later in AP Senior Classes. On the other hand, they were thrillingly absurd such as statistics, geometrical progression, and breathtaking considerations. Whether or not my DP counted as two fucks or just one, of the many times I had been fucked I had in effect slept with millions of men. Sometimes, single dickings, sometimes multiple fucks by the same person. Over the very short time I had plunged into the deep end of this wonderland swimming pool to I had been fucked how many times? I started to attempt to tally the numbers and failed. That is when I realized the professor was asking me a question. I asked if he could please repeat the question? “Let me rephrase, what is the likelihood you will pass if you do not pay attention”? My expression was an adequate guilty answer. As the Proff went on, I was cursing to myself shit! Burt was right. I needed to stay focused. As the day ended without any more blunders by me or Earth shaking events affecting me. I did notice the Athletic Director and some of the Coaching staff frowning at me as I mechanically zombied my way through my Sports Department Duties. I stayed post practice as I was scheduled to help with gear and cleanups. After my gear duties were finished, I stripped and got into a therapy tub. My muscles thanked me and I drifted in the heat and froth until a staffer snapped ‘stop jacking off I need you’. I startled and managed to utter what even to my own ears was an outraged but guilty sounding objection. The staffer laughed and said, jus fucking with you kid. Wrap it up but I do need you in 5. My face was red but he had already turned to leave. Now what do I do? Finish my wank? If not, how do I lose the boner that became rampart at the thought of being caught? I upped my speed and only received a tingle of orgasm as my balls and soul were still depleted from the weekend megastimulations. Maybe a spurt and an ooze. At least my boner had fled as I climbed out, pulled on my running shorts and padded to complete my tasks, the locker room smells and wet floor reminding me of Burt’s piss wet dungeon floor my dick was unable to respond to the thoughts. The cafeteria late shift hours were just about to end when I rushed through and grabbed some fruit, juice and yogurt. I was able to coax the last dregs of a peach smoothie out of the smoothie machine and a bottled water. Whatever energy reserves I had left were fading away as I unlocked the dorm room door. On the bed opposite mine was the Dickerson kid who had the dorm room to keep his parents in the dark but had been shaking up with his girlfriend at her off-campus apartment. Ralph said look what the cat dragged in. I mumbled hey, and flopped onto my bed and went to sleep I woke with an urge to pee and something else. Taking a moment to place my surroundings – oh, my roommate Ralph Dickerson was jacking off and panting. I went to the floor shower room and relived myself. Some things Burt had said on being ‘baited’ had surfaced. Regardless, I had much better looking men in my life – better looking inside and outside. I went back to my room and went to sleep. Tuesday morning I had an over easy egg on toast, fruit, and some OJ for the sugars. This was a light class day but a heavy subject I had learned a new respect for. Chemistry. In HS I had stumbled though acids, bases, reactions, bonds, etc. This was Freshman Chemistry but it was College Chemistry 101. Core Requirements that would work for a Bachelor of Science or a Bachelor of Arts Degree. College prep had covered an overview of both tracks, how to not overload, how to not underload and have remaining requirements pile on in 3rd and 4th years to add to the regular stress most any college student has to deal with. I found myself paying close attention for several reasons. I appreciated Chemistry now, and not just because it was a spectacular sideshow to my sex life, but also because it pulled aside the curtains of the biochemical circus that had erected a three ring show in my body. I felt the stirring of an erection but tried to quell my inner POZ slut and focus. At afternoon Athletic Department Duty, I had on loose board shorts and a jock underneath, but I would occasionally realize I was tenting even then. I went about my duties under a little strain and had already decided against getting some muscle therapy in a tub. After my duties were over I hit the Gym and found what I was looking for – an endorphin high with a little sweat stank and a little pain management by inflicting paid across the board. Today was not a maintenance day, today I was tearing down so I could build something new. As I got ready for bed, zoning out on my own thoughts; Ralph out of the blue blurted “I heard you were gay”. Really? I replied. Something was raising the hair on the back of my neck. I added What gave you that impression? He countered, I was just thinking maybe you could help out a roommate? By now I realized something was definitely off. I replied someone had been pulling his leg. There is a lot of that going around you know pleased that I was quick enough to refer to his masturbation without out being too overt. I went to the showers but also had my phone in my ditty bag. I was thinking of calling Burt but first called Adam. After I had recounted the situation and conversation Adam said a lot of new gays can be awkward, but this does sound off. Wait, ignore anything else, don’t get baited into any action and I’ll call you or message you. I showered, put on some baggies and went to the lounge. About 30 min after I had called Adam, he messaged me back. ‘Trap’, don’t get baited. He went on a social media tirade; seems his GF is dating another girl now and he is blaming everyone but himself. Watch your back, Bro! Working on it! I was somewhat relieved, up to now, I had not turned away any cock even the diseased old dick of what I had come to think of as ‘my troll’. Rather than return to my room right away, I continued to explore my gifted phone. For some reason (very surprising considering my addictions to sex and drugs) I had never felt attachment needs with a smartphone like my peers. As I explored the apps, I found hookup tools and when I looked in my posted profile found many things I knew to be true, several things that had not yet been covered in my POZ Cumdump 101 Workshops and were totally outside of my experience. I was distracted and dismayed by the thought that until I burst in on my brother with his streaming show, I was an oblivious jerk. Did my brother know me more than I knew myself? It was clear he knew me better than I knew him. Another app caught my eye: CatcherDAR. WTF? Maybe my lil bro did not know me so well. Some of the toggle elections were slightly mysterious, Maybe my geek brained brother was assuming the intuitive nature of the selections. There was a PozPing and a SilentRunning selector toggle. As I toggled back and forth, I noticed a P blinking on and off in the tiny map window. There were some “c’s” floating on an overlay of the basic local campus outline. There seemed to be several in the woods by the athletic fields. I took a deep breath, then in flipflops, boardshorts, and armed with a phone with an app programmed by my genius brother, I dropped my soap bag in the trash and went out into the night. not the end…..

Depending on the locatio, of course, that may not be any fault of yours. If it was at the tubs or some fuckjoint, you could have adjusted the supports, couldn't you? If it was at some guy's home or other private place, you're fully within your rights to be comfortable while servicing your lusts as well as the lusts of others. No responsible Top would want you to be uncomfortable, they'd want the opposite; that's how we get "repeats".

I'm poz, on meds and undetectable. Do I like it it? Hmmm... it's one more thing I have to deal with as I get older. It is nice to get fucked without worry though which is what I had before prep came onto the scene. I get tested at Dean St (lovely people btw) every 6 months ( more often if necessary) when I also get another 6 months supply of Duvato (the meds I'm on). But I'd say I would still get regular tests even if I wasn't poz became I'd be on prep.

Yeah, a lot of positions are no longer on the menu.