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By my standards - and they are pretty basic, a lot of tops tell me fucking low - no cock or load refused - it has been a quiet week. Sure on Sunday I had five men pump seven loads into me and my pighole was in heaven - but the working week began and the drought set in. As I live 50 kms out of Sydney city - where 99.9% of the raw top cock is - getting in there during the week is difficult. But for me going without getting fucked for 24 hours is difficult. So yesterday after not having had cock for two days I was climbing the wall so I gave Grindr a go. Eureka - got two fucks - but both safe. After the second one left I carefully picked up both rubbers and tipped them into and onto my mouth smearing the two men's seed on my lips and swirling it about in my mouth so their seed cocktail blended together. The strong flavour of a man's seed sends my senses into overdrive. To me it is both the greatest taste on the planet and the greatest pleasure I get from being fucked safe. I was taught correctly by my ex - and I cannot bear to waste a man's seed. It just has to go in me. The taste of the seed and my partially satisfied cunt just made me crave more cock and seed - and it was just so hard to accept that I had a family engagement and it was all over for the day. I had to get dressed and get the total slut in me, which always remains one millimetre below my skin's surface, to allow my brain to focus on other things other than cock or seed. Pretty hard when you are addicted to cock. Having been single for four years now - I find being the best cockpig I can be is fucking hard work. I was very privileged to have my ex train me for 14 years and guide my entire sex life. He knew I was a slut and the thought of him owning his own slut appealed to him - so I never had to worry about one thing. He organised everything for me - my gangbangs, my group sex, pimping me out in venues, my conversion party, my greasy pig parties (where he would smear me in baby oil, tie me to the fuckbench in our playroom, blindfold me and organise at least a group of eight tops to fuck me as much as they wanted. He filmed my gangbangs at home, always made sure every weekend that I serviced at least a dozen tops. He even sent me home for a finishing off fuck with top mates of his and he just made the rules. I had no say in who fucked me, when, where or how - he totally owned my journey to slutdom. The rules were simple but pretty strict. I was never allowed to refuse any cock he wanted me to take. Nor was I ever allowed to worry about my own cock and cumming while servicing tops. He claimed that took my concentration of my top's cock and seed. I remember once had organised a 10 top gangbang for me - and this Arab huy with a massive cock was giving me the best fucking pounding. He hit every spot inside my mancunt with that huge boner and I was loving it. So much so, that as he was fucking me doggy I reached under and started to rub my own cock and balls such was the pleasure this man's cock was giving me. My ex waited till he finished and I had thanked the top and cleaned up his cock and balls (I always had to clean my top's cock and balls up after they had fucked me and suck the last straws of seed remaining in their shaft) - when he took me off the fuckbench, tied me to cross, put his leather spikey glove and masturbated me till is came. He smeared the lube on the next guy and said to me "now you are gonna take another 10 cocks straight after cumming to teach you to concentrate on your tops' cocks." "This is not about you slut - it is about these men here - you are just here to please us, take our cocks and take our seed." He strapped me on the fuckbench and told the guys to hammer "the cunt out of him - teach him to concentrate on cock". It was the first time in my life I had been fucked straight after cumming - and the first cock hurt as the mood had left me. The guy really drove hard as Steve encouraged him to hammer me and a few of the other guys joined in the encouragement. Steve knew by the look on my face I was having difficulty with the first cock after cumming and he enjoyed the fact the cock was hurting me. The guy blew and Steve immediately rammed his nice thick 7" cut cock straight in and really pounded me - it was such a brutal fuck that I was having trouble keeping the cock I was cleaning up that had just blew in me - in my mouth. It was a lesson well learned and I never touched myself again during my training. He kept me there till I had taken 10 more cocks (the Arab even had a second helping). I was also always buttplugged if there was a hiatus between tops to keep all the seed in me for lube. Steve hated lube and my first cock was always taken with my own saliva but after the first breeding I was always taught to push some back for the next top's lube. While my training was constant and demanding I soon began to look forward to the weekends knowing I was going to get banged senseless, bred several times, get to suck beautiful cocks and spend the weekend with the acrid taste of cum driving me wild. I became addicted to the taste of seed as I did to cock itself - and Steve told me I would. Often I would have to suck him off two or the times during the week and spit his seed into an ice cube tray which he would put in my mouth when I was getting my first breeding on Friday nights. The combination of a cock in my cunt and his cum cube melting in my mouth just made me want every second of the weekend to be like that! If we went to a venue and he saw any rubbers on the ground full of jizz he would feed them to me while a dude was fucking me and I loved it. Steve was never shy about where he was taking me. He always told me that I was "his slut" and I obeyed his rules. Only once did I break the rules - I couldn't help myself I met a guy walking through the park, he let me know he was interested and my cunt twitched. I ended up in the beat, shorts against my ankles up against the wall getting fucked and bred. I though I was just being a good slut and not saying no to cock. He was fuming that I had picked someone to fuck me. My punishment was swift. He organised a with one his mate's Asian bottoms (the Asian bottoms partner had fucked me several times anyway as he and Steve were friends). I was caged and tied to the cross and made to watch as the nine of them took turns breeding the Asian slut. I wasn't allowed any cock or seed for the whole weekend and Steve even made me lay in the bed caged and handcuffed while he spent the weekend giving this blond slut a constant breeding. I was so envious and horny watching him breed him over and over again and I knew the slut was enjoying it too as he was giving me this very satisfied and "ha ha" kind of look as Steve was breeding his hole or feeding his cock into his mouth. I was well trained and this weekend I intend to put that to good use and to set a record. The most different cocks I have ever taken in one session is 14 - one after the other. I have been fucked 22 times in a session but several of the men doubled up. I intend to use the sling and the fuck bench tomorrow night at a venue to break that record. I want 20 different cocks in me and I don't care if I have to stay all night to achieve it. Yep being a cumslut is hard work - but gee the cock and seed make it all worthwhile!!!

Another Real Experience (x 2!) PART TWO - the Porn Star and the Trucker Part Two, The Trucker So, as mentioned in Part One of this double post, I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid recently and it brought back two very hot and very different experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. Part One was about Scott O’Hara, now it’s time to talk about the Trucker… A few years back I was up by the New York/Connecticut border by I-84/684 for a workshop I was conducting. Knowing I’d be heading south in Upper Westchester I had contacted a pair of pig buds who have a home or actually, kind of more of a “compound” really, in the far north of Westchester to see if they’d want me to stop by for some parTy Time on my way home. They were very much up for it, so prior to the workshop I had cleaned out and I was wearing 501s, a black t-shirt and my engineer boots; which I knew would not be out of place at the Acting Workshop I was going to be conducting, strange as that may sound to some. I always got a bit horny conducting these workshops for the 18-20 year old theater students, so stopping at my friends’ place after was perfect. Perfect seldom stays perfect, and that’s what happened that evening. There was an electrical fire at the school where I was conducting the workshop which required clearing the building and ending the workshop an hour and a half early. I texted my buds to see if I could come early, something that normally would not have been too much of a problem, but they texted back that they were stuck in NYC and the train they’d be coming back on would not get them home for another 3 hours, and unusually, there was no one at their place that could let me in until they all arrived back together. Fortunately, they suggested that to pass a few hours until then, since going home and coming back would be flat out stupid and they did NOT want to give up our playdaTe, I should check out the Truck Stop on I-684 near Brewster. They said I could likely find some action to keep me busy and might even find someone hot to bring along for our session later. That sounded like a plan to me, so I headed my car in the direction of I-684. Now since I was a teenager, I’d had many a hot time at truck stops and rest areas all over the country, but interestingly though I’d played with Truckers among others at such locations, we’d always played in the woods, the men’s room itself, or gone elsewhere. Up until this time, in more than 20 years of hooking up at such places, I’d never been inside the cab of any Truck. I’d also had less chances to play at such places as the older I got, the far less time I spent driving all over the country for shows, and the far more time I spent at home in the NY metro area – where such locations with action and no hassle became fewer and fewer as the years went by. I pulled off the highway and rather than park with most of the few passenger cars, I parked further away and closer to the couple of big rigs that were there without making the location I chose totally suspicious. Checking to see that no one but someone in one of the rigs could see me, I pulled my small “travel pipe” out of my leather motorcycle jacket along with my torch and took a few quick hits of T. After blowing a couple of clouds, I cooled it off and carefully packed them back into the hidden special pockets hidden in the lining of my jacket, then zipped up and got out of the car. Once out, I pretty obviously adjusted the package in my 501s while pointedly looking in the direction of the parked rigs, and then sauntered toward the rest area building. There didn’t seem to be any obvious paths running back into the woods and so I assumed any action either occurred inside the building or inside the vehicles. Stopping to read pretty much every sign and map posted outside, I hoped I was at once giving a signal and at the same time wasn’t being too obvious. A smaller, wiry blond white guy in jeans, sneakers, denim jacket and cowboy hat stepped from the shadows behind me and quite obviously groped himself, showing a lot of package for a little guy. I groped myself in response and he jerked his head towards the men’s room, mouthing “follow me”. I followed into the men’s room and rather than going to one of the stalls he led me to the most remote urinals and whipped out his dick starting a heavy piss, while indicating me to do the same one urinal over rather than right next to him. Actually needing to piss as well, a minute passed while we both took care of business. The room seemed pretty deserted as I subtly looked around and he whispered, “lookin’ for action?” I nodded yes and he chuckled softly when he said, “…thought so when I saw you givin’ our girl Tina a kiss before getting out of your car. You okay talkin’ in my truck? This place ain’t too safe.” I nodded yes, and he indicated for me to follow. Trying not to be too obvious, I trailed about 20 feet behind him back toward my car and his truck. He continued past my car to the first rig parked closest to me. Checking to see that no one “inappropriate” might be watching, he popped the passenger door of the cab and told me to jump in. I got in quickly while he jumped up from the driver’s side and then pulled some shades down in the windows. He laughed a bit as he whipped out a glass pipe that was already loaded and took a nice big pull on it before handing it and his torch to me. “I’m only cool with lightin’ up right away ‘cuz I already seen you hit your own pipe earlier,” he said as I warmed the bowl and breathed in the curling white vapor. “Name’s Tom” he said as I blew out my cloud. I introduced myself and he asked what I was up to, and I told him my tale of my workshop ending early and my buds coming home late and looking to play until then, and the possibility of continuing later. He liked the sound of everything I said, but let me know that the rest area we were in had very recently become dangerous as it was being regularly patrolled by the State Police who came through on an almost predictable schedule at night. Any car like mine that was there without the driver inside on two consecutive trips through the lot was suspicious and they would begin to look for the driver assuming there was something going on. “We can play in my rig until your buds are ready for us, but we gotta’ get your auto out of here and elsewhere… there’s a diner right off the next exit where you can leave it for now and we’ll head back on goin’ north and park and play in the northbound rest stop until your buds call, then we’ll head back to your car, leave my rig in the truck parking at the diner and head to their place in your vehicle. Cool?” I nodded yes. “Then follow me bud.” He pulled the shades back a bit, took a look around the lot and since the coast was clear, indicated that I should hurry to my car. I did, and followed his truck as he pulled out of the lot. The next exit and the Diner were not too far away and I parked, grabbed my play bag, and walked over to his rig and got back in the front passenger seat. I got in and pulled the door behind me and laughed when he pulled his jacket aside to show he was naked from the waist down, except for his sneakers. “Pull them pants off and let me see what all I’ll be workin’ with this evening, while I get us someplace more private,” he suggested. As he pulled back onto the road I unlaced my boots and pulled my jeans and black jock strap down and off leaving them in a lump at my feet. My half-hard cock was surrounded by a black leather snap cock ring and he looked at me smiling, saying “fuck yeah”. He got back on the Interstate going north and headed for the northbound twin to the same rest area we met at. He pulled in and parked between to other rigs and proceeded to pull the shades back over the windows. He grabbed his kit with his pipe and pulled himself up into what looked like a loft above the main part of the cab, saying “come on up bud – the boots are hot but please leave ‘em down there, this ain’t the place for ‘em. In fact, get naked down there and just pull yourself up!” I ditched the rest of my clothes, while pulling my supplies and pipe from my jacket and popping them in my play bag and pulled myself up and into his bed/loft/whatever. When I got myself in and my eyes began to adjust, I saw there was a small screen playing some pretty hot looking BB gay porn, scattered pillows, a few bottles of lube and such, and Tom sitting cross-legged heating up the bowl of an even larger bong. He was a wiry little guy, as I said, covered with lots of tribal tatts and several body piercings, with a hairy chest and very hairy legs. Between his legs was a half-hard cock that appeared to be not particularly long, but nicely thick and HUGE balls that explained the big bulge he pushed in his jeans. I liked what I saw, he looked like fun, and the setting was VERY hot to me. He apparently liked what he saw too. I had worn my leather harness under my clothes, so it was in place and highlighting my pecs as I pulled myself over to him. “Fuck yeah, got me a leather muscle daddy… hot damn! I seen you blowin’ some huge clouds daddy, y’all ever share it – you know, shotgun?” “One of my favorite ways to indulge,” I let him know, before sucking in a huge hit, pulling his face to mine and slowly releasing a very large hit into his mouth while his eyes grew wider and wider. As we smoked we started stroking each other’s dicks, and feeling each other up. We chatted about what we were into, and we were both pleased to find the other versatile AND to find the other all ready to play – cleaned inside and out, with just some sweat and musk from the couple of hours since we’d each gotten prepped. Though the porn was hot and so was he, and he was definitely into me as well, it was a bit disappointing that we were both only semi-hard. I was about to scrounge a “vitamin v” from my play bag to split with him, when he stopped me and said he had something better. Seems he kept Caverject in his hidden supply area and though I’d only done it once before and was frankly wary of needles near my pride and joy, I let him shoot both our cocks with a shot and soon we both were sporting major solid wood. We sixty-nined our dicks, and then dove for the holes – he with as much enthusiasm for rimming a hairy hole as me! We took turns sucking, rimming and fucking each other, and passing around both of our pipes. He got on his radio for a bit and found another trucker in one of the other trucks who wanted to join us for a bit and shortly we had a third climbing into the rig and up to our perch… a big hairy bear of a man with a bit of belly, a big fat long cock, a heavy Boston accent, and a horny mind. He puffed up too and Tom gave him the cock shot, and soon he was happily switching back and forth from my hairy hole to Tom’s. He didn’t get fucked, but he was clean, so we each rimmed him while the other was being topped, and he was thrilled to be able to fuck both of us bareback – something he didn’t get to do too often. After dumping two loads, he took his leave of us, and we went back to pleasuring each other. I checked with my buds and sure enough they were on their way home from the train station and told us to head over, excited that I had managed to score a trucker to play with us. Tom pulled the rig back onto the highway, got off the next exit and got back on headed south. We passed the rest area where we met and continued to the next exit and headed for the diner. He locked his rig up in the rear of the diner lot where there were a couple of other trucks, and climbed into my car. Ten minutes later we pulled into the long hidden driveway of my buddies home and discovered my two pals – one a white bearish daddy, the other a younger tall lean Hispanic guy – along with their tenant Bobby who was another bear type, a hot trim Black guy and as usual, a twink who was already flying. Clothes flew, and we all headed to the hot tub outside, and proceeded to party, fuck, fist, suck, rim, double fuck and more until it was time for me to head out. My Hispanic bud promised to bring Tom back to his truck when they were done, and I headed home pleased that I had FINALLY had sex in a big rig!