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Definitely a bottom. I was from a very young age putting larger and larger things up my cunt, as I always had an itch there. But I never realy thought about being with men at that time, but I was seduced by two "Much" older men "I was in middleschool then" on how to be a good boy and they really educated me that I was meant to be a cumdump for alpha men, and told me that I should be proud to serve them. 💋🐇🍆💦🏴‍☠️

I am slowly becoming an owned and chained faggot. Master Spermmaker we will call him. Has taken a liking to my oral talents. Only two sessions to his name he has taught me more about cocksucking than I have ever known. I do not love the man but want to be owned and enslaved by him as any faggot would want to be owned. He asked if I would be collared and his with a pup mask and a tail during one of my cock crazed induced bonding sessions. I said yes then quickly felt ashamed for letting go of the faggot freedom I once had. I still think he is keeping his cum from me until the moment he collars me and makes me one of many in his faggot harem. I just want to be used and abused and loaded with cum, T, G, and C. I want to be pimped out and paid my value to my John’s so I can make food and rent money. I want my clit caged and become an open hole to men. I’m going to setup camp at one of my friends to see if he can whore me out or setup shop at a motel 6.

“Shit! Scout… I am so sorry.” His sobs slowly shifted to a slight giggle. “Don’t be coach. I loved it.” Scout stood up awkwardly to avoid any sudden flinch of his bashed hole. He stood in front of me. Grabbed my cock while planting his lips on my mine. We pashed. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I did the same. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my body. My cock hardened to Scout’s slow-moving jerks. He suddenly pulled his lips away - eyes locked. ‘Coach… I love you.’ He pressed his lips on mine again. My mind spun itself into a storm. He loves me. A boy loves me. The thought landed like a match in petrol. I’d crossed a line I didn’t even know I’d been circling. I’d loved women. I thought I’d loved women. Or maybe I’d just loved the idea of them, the story I was meant to live. I’d always called myself straight. Wore it like a uniform. And yet—nothing had ever cracked me open the way this had. Nothing had stripped me down so completely, left me this raw, this awake. His touch. His heat. The way his body felt under mt touch. The way he looked at me, like I was gravity. I loved being inside him. Do I love men? Do I love him? The questions stacked, collapsed, rebuilt themselves in new shapes. My identity buckled under their weight. I love Scout. The realisation didn’t arrive gently. It slammed into me, undeniable, irreversible. A truth I could try to outrun, but would never outpace. ‘I love you too.’ Eventually, we pulled apart – slowly, reluctantly. I lit a joint – inhaled a few puffs, then passed it to Scout. We got high and spoke for a while. He awkwardly sat down. Damage to his ass was apparent. Blood smeared my cock when I screwed deep into him. “And you’re… okay with it?” I asked quietly. “With the way I take control?” He nodded, not looking away. “Coach, I like it. I like letting go. Being owned, in that space.” A pause. Then, softer, more honest. “I’m always doing the right thing. School. Training. Expectations. Being the example. It never stops.” He exhaled, like the weight of it all lived in his lungs. “It’s exhausting. I feel hollow trying to be who everyone needs me to be.” “I get that,” I said. And I did. “That’s why I like losing control,” he went on. “Doing something that belongs to no one else’s version of me. Something messy. Something real.” His eyes flicked back up to mine. “That’s when I feel alive.” The words sat heavy between us—confession and invitation, all tangled together. Scout opened up after that. Really opened up. We smoked more. Too much. Hours dissolved into haze and laughter and long, heavy silences. He stayed the night. Then the next. And the next after that. Soon, it wasn’t staying over — he was just there. Mornings, afternoons, nights. Like he’d quietly moved into the orbit of my chaos. He’d go to school, then come straight back. We’d blur the edges again — pot, smoke meth, lines on the marble bench. Reality kept losing the argument. I stopped pretending there were boundaries. He stopped pretending he wanted them. I would just take him anyway I liked. Something dark and reckless took root between us. Control became the language we spoke. I stopped asking. He stopped resisting. I didn’t care if he was prepared for it or not. It was raw, instinctive, messy — the kind of connection that thrives in secrecy and collapse. Days folded into weeks. The world outside shrank. Inside that apartment, time worked differently. There was no future — only repetition, ritual, appetite. I would fuck him first thing in the morning, then send him to school with my load in him. I wanted him to feel the twitch in his hole and control his muscles and not let any of it drip out. A reminder that I was with him at every moment. His parents buzzed the intercom. There was no way in hell I would let them up. I answered it, and Scout’s Dad blasted me through the intercom. As though his words were threatening enough to make me send his boy home. He called me a predator for fucking an 18-year-old, and that he will get me for what I was doing to his boy. But Scout wanted it. He chased me. I reminded Scout that we didn’t have to do this. He kept insisting. So, I kept fucking him. Scout had a key to my place. He could come and go as he pleased. He wasn’t a hostage. My place was his. Don’t get me wrong. I got worried during the nights when he either got back to my apartment late or very early in the morning. He wouldn’t tell me what he got up to-I didn’t ask. I wanted him to have freedom. To explore. To learn who he was as a young man. I got back late one evening, and when I walked in, the place was dark. I could hear sounds of moans and thumping. “You like being Daddy's little bitch-Ahh... Don’t you?” An unfamiliar voice called out. “Mmm.” The moans got louder as I got closer to my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a dim light shimmered out. I crept closer and peered through. My jaw dropped. On all fours was Scout, facing away from the door, getting fucked from behind by another man. Like a deer in headlights, I was stunned. Scout grabbed the brown bottle and took a sniff up each nostril. I struggled to develop thoughts. A little bit of jealousy crept through. Scout was my lad. But as I watched, that dirty, deep, filthy drive revved up. It turned me on to see Scout bent over, the mood-light cascading over his youthful muscles and ass, with a man taking advantage of it. A man who was not me. A stranger. “Yeah. Get high, boy. Your cunt is hungry for cock.” The man was ordered. He was older. Older than me. He was hairy in all the wrong places. He was a larger guy, biggish belly, hairy man tits, long grey beard, random faded tattoos. He kind of reminded me of my late grandfather. “Oh, fuck yeah! That shard is turning you into a cock starved meth pig. Your cunt is just pulling me in.” He continued as he thrust in and out of Scout. A shard? The man was in his element, pounding away, owning Scout’s hole. I had no idea what shard meant, but the thought of Scout being a cock starved meth pig got me wild. I couldn’t resist, I pulled my jeans down and jerked myself off. The moment reminded me of when I would watch my wife get fucked by strangers. The old man was picking up his pace. “Yeah, boy. Mmm, Yeah… I’m gonna unload in ya. I’m gonna unload in ya cunt!” The old man’s moans intensified. “Yeah, you want it in your cunt. Don’t ya boy?” He was fucking hard by this stage. Scout just moaned. Like a tiger jaw locking its prey, the old man held onto Scout’s hips with all his might. ‘Oh fuck! Argh-Yeah. Here it comes. Too late. Oh-God, Yes! I’m cumming inside you!’ The old man’s ass clenched and retracted with every pulse of his unloading. I nearly came, myself. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever. When he finished, he slumped his sweaty body on top of Scout. I could see his fat cock still inside Scout’s hole, occasionally pulsing its last bit of spunk inside. I accidentally bumped the door-Scout and the old man turned to me. “Oh shit!” The old man quickly lifted himself off Scout, pulling his cock out at the same time. For a split moment, I watched Scout’s hole close in as a glob of cum seed out past his abused lips. “Fuck! You did say your father would be home.” The old man scrabbled to his feet, looking left and right to find his clothes. I pushed the door wide open, my cock still in hand. The old man noticed. Scout’s grin caught my attention. His eyes were peaking. His hole is pointed to the heavens. Cum dribbled out of his used pink hole. I lost all control and dove my face into the boy’s ass cheeks. Cupped his hole with my mouth and lapped up the drooling cum while I tongued the puffy walls of his used ass. I pulled his cheeks wide, tasting the salty flavour of this random old man’s spunk buried in this youthful boy. My mind was in a frenzy. I flipped Scout over and pinned his legs down. Scout had the poppers in his hand, like a duck to water, and took two huff sniffs in each nostril. ‘Hold it in, faggot.’ His face went red from the rush. Red veins coated the white in his eye. I could tell he was off his face from the meth and amyl. I rammed my cock in hard and fucked away. “Holy shit! You let your dad fuck you? Fuck!! You are really are a pig. Incest pig.” Scout grunted for a moment. But with all the fucking we have been having and just taking a cock a moment ago, he was getting used to his hole being stretched out. “DON’T look away.” Eyes locked on Scout’s. I was pulled into his deep, depraved fucked up mind. I was still a little jealous. Angry that he let a random old man fuck and cummed in him. I felt cheated. But I was also hot for it. The idea of strangers fucking this beautiful boy. Having their way and a fallen Angel. Scout’s hole was slick. The old man’s cum was splashing out with every thrust and coating Scout’s balls and shrivelled up cock. I felt a splash on my abdomen. My inner pig unleashed. Scout’s almost incoherent expression reminded me of the young lad I watched in the cruise club. It made me want to wreck the boy. Unlock the true faggot in him. Scout couldn’t hold it in any longer and let go of the poppers in his lungs. He moaned as I ploughed away at him with no care if he was liking it or not. I wasn’t fucking him for a long time or a good time. I was fucking him to fuck to simply unload in his dirty, used pink hole. I didn’t give a fuck if Scout was enjoying it. I felt it build up. “Grrr… Fuck! You fuck’n pig. Fuck’n take it.” I didn’t want to hold back and let it release and shoot inside me. A tyrant of babies filled the boy’s hole. Fill the cunt up. Mixed in with the old man seed. If only he could get pregnant like my ex-wives. Like his mother, I got knocked up. I imagined Scout having my babies. This made me more determined, and I fucked harder. For a moment, I believed that if I could fuck hard enough, he would get pregnant. Scout was screaming in pain. Yeah, I broke him. His little cock pissed over his chest and face. I was hitting something deep inside me. I’ve seen this before. My ex-wife used to squirt. “Fuck-Yeah! Squirt for me faggot!” Scout was squirting like a girl. But I didn’t want Scout to feel pleasure; I wanted him to hurt. I want him to fear what damage I could be causing to his guts. I instinctively slapped him across the face with some force. This tipped me over the edge. “Argh! Fuck! Yes! Cunt! I’m breeding you again, you fuck’n pig.” My orgasm exploded and expelled all my strength and energy from my balls through my cock and out through my ejaculation, adding a second load to the dirty cunt. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout had so much cum in him. He was covered in it and his piss. I kept fucking until I had no energy left in me. I slowly came back down from my high and took in my surroundings. At what point did the old man take off? I had no idea how long I was in this frenetic state. My cock was still hard and wedged in Scout’s puffy hole. I knew if I pulled out, cum would gush out. I wanted it to gush into my mouth. So as quick as I pulled out, I bent down and cupped my mouth around Scout’s gaping hole to have the cocktail of old man and my cum squirt into my mouth. And that it did. A lot. The salty substance filled my mouth, and I savoured it as Scout’s puffy hole closed up. I lifted myself up and looked over Scout. His cheek was red. He was still tweaked out, but with a sense of fear in his eye. I wondered if he had a slight moment of regret. I didn’t. He was completely unprepared when I spat all the cum over his face. I fell on the bed next to him. Scout’s legs dropped like dead weights. We both huffed and puffed from the adrenaline we just endured. Guilt finally started to settle in. I looked over at Scout. “You okay?” He turned his cum and piss-covered face to me. “I love you, Daddy.” I held onto his words for a moment, then moved in and kissed him. Cum smearing over our faces. “Fuck me again. Daddy.” He called out as he pulled his cummy lips away from mine. “Please. Daddy. I need cock. I feel empty.” The meth was surging through Scouts. How much did he take? Feedback is always welcome. I would love to know what you think happens next.

Well randoms sometimes eventually become FBs and we all want to expand the fuck boi pool don’t we?

Hosting bareback tops Thursday (11am - 8pm) - Red Roof Inn, Edison, NJ My Sniffies event says it starts at 4pm, but it'll actually start at 11am (maybe earlier) and run until 8 or 9pm - whenever the tops stop coming by. My record: 17 guys / 25 loads in me - all from fucking. Smooth, pump-and-go flow. Come in, get into it, fuck and cum - then recharge and go again, or head on your way. Loads from bareback fucking only. No drugs (poppers okay). No crossdressing. No other bottoms. All legal ages and male body types welcome. Regulars and first-timers appreciated. I keep it smooth, focused, and welcoming. Message for invite. PS, I do these events every couple of weeks. This is my eighth eevent, and they're getting hotter and hotter each time.

Thankyou!

I was 18, a week past my birthday, and I really wanted to see what it was like because I'd already done a bit of cruising outdoors; it was really big with a steambath, sauna, video, jacuzzi, swimming pool, and darkroom. It was in the darkroom that I got a lot of dicks and most were bbk; i was crazy

Have had a cocksucker that I visit a few times a week, have a bf of ten years, and we have become friends. He sucks me off and then we have a chat about life in general, we don't take it any further than that but enjoy our situation.

The site has been steadily dying for years. Recently I posted a couple of New Jersey events on it. One of the events got one attendee, whereas Sniffies had 1-2 dozen guys who showed up. Does BBRT work better in NYC? Or is it just dead all around these days?

Just to say that the screen just appeared, and I hadn't even got as far as logging in to the site yet????

I want to have more loads at the end of the day than how many years I’ve been alive! I’m a no loads refused cumdump just needing to be a good little fucking dumpster!!!

I gratefully receive any bodily fluids offered to me by a Top. It is the duty of any good fag to do so.

It'll taste bad the first few times but you'll get used to it.

A phenomenal story!! (User error on my previous post…)

I sucked and swallowed a large group of older, out of shape guys in a bathhouse darkroom yesterday. I was there ( at the sauna) for 5 hours and swallowed about 10-12 loads. The darkroom wasn't completely dark, so I could see the guys fairly well. I got on my knees, naked and about 10 men surrounded me. I sucked most of them off and swallowed their loads. Some jacked off on my face and body. I didn't care how old they were, what they looked like, what type of body they had, cut or uncut, big or small cocks. My job was to service any man that wanted my mouth. And I did. 2 different older men in their late 60's early 70's took me back to their rooms at separate times and made out with me, put me on my knees and made me suck and swallow their cum in the privacy of their rooms. I am DEFINITELY going to start going weekly. Next time I am going to stay on my knees naked in the middle of the not so dark, darkroom and try to suck off at least 20 and have my ass cleaned, lubed and ready to be barebacked and bred by any man that wants it.

Need HIV soldiers flooding me to execute my healthy cels

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Very happy to hear things are looking better for you and hope things get even better for you. I am definitely looking forward to enjoying more of your writing whenever you feel you're ready to share it with all of us who truly enjoy your stories on here

Glad things are turning around for you @MackyJay eventually. We have missed your stories.

Glad you enjoyed watching my poppered up hole get passed around and used like the community canyon I am. I will be getting it done again in a few days at the Polar Fist event.

I was in my uniform walking on a back street in my small town when I passed by a young woman standing on the corner, just looking around. She told me I was too old to be a Boy Scout. In fact, I was properly grown at 14, had hairy legs, and the best part of me was coiled heavily in my shorts, putting my ample male potential on unsubtle display. She was right of course. I also quickly surmised she was the town prostitute, making an offer. I wasn't capable of interest in her, of course, but it occurs to me now that I wasn't actually repulsed either. I should have followed her for my first fuck and cunt-breeding as a natural man.

Fucking hot! 🐷