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Went on Sunday to visit a newish fuckbuddy of mine, nice hot piggy bottom. Fooling around on the bed and I can feel him rubbing his pre-cum covered cock against my hole, unexpected given he invited me over to breed him. Few minutes of making out more/rubbing his dick against me he ended up inside me and we had a intensely hot flip fuck, both of us loaded up with each others cum. Unexpected but very pleasing way to end the weekend.

Hot!

Hey guys, sorry it has been so long. but I am going to be honest with all of you, I don't think I am going to complete this story. It is based pretty heavily on a role-play relationship I was in, and the IRL inspiration for "Jason" decided to Dump me, move out, and spend the Pandemic pursuing a rich and fulfilling career as a homeless meth whore (taking the inspiration for "Matt" with him) before we got to our planned "whore-off" The last I saw either of them, their Grindr profiles were over 250 miles away 😞 I had several ideas for rounds of the whore off, but every time I re-read my story to see where I left it, between the memory of what inspired it, and the abundance of typos, I am annoyed enough that I can't get back into that head-space I need for this story. I would like to thank all of you for enjoying it, and all of the other amazing authors on here for their stories that inspired the roleplay sessions that inspired this story. That said, after a year of lockdown and mostly sobriety, I currently am pretty buzzed for the first time in far too long and have a new, hung, 21yo twink chub chaser "son" snoring (loudly) while sleeping on my back with his dick still in my cum-filled hole, and am feeling fairly inspired to write a new (and surprisingly similar) story, but this time, I kinda want someone other than myself to help proof read it before posting anything here. so if anyone feels up for it, send me a message, and lets get a new twisted story up here for you sexy pigs to abuse yourselves too 😄 😄 😄

CH1. After a few long, and mentally straining years, Alec was elated to have finally finished up Med school. But this left him with an issue, hes burnt out by the Boston area. He's seen all the sights, went to a lot of the stores, slept with one or two men, and he needed a change in scenery for the summer. So he decided to take a trip all the way to Texas for that change he's been needing. Alec got home after his graduation party to tell his family he'd be going, and after saying his goodbyes, he packed all his things and left on a plane for Texas, and this is where our story begins. Alec steps out of the airport, narrating to himself. "Well, guess this is my home for the next few months, now to actually get a roof over my head." He walks down the street, trying to find a hotel, ignoring the obvious stares he got from men due to his feminine stature and curve revealing pants. He could not find much of anything in his price range. He felt defeated until he say a flier on the wall advertising a ranch in need of new ranch hands. It advertised flexible hours, housing, and "life changing experiences" *wink wink*. This was enough for Alec, he takes the flier and puts its address into Google Maps, beginning the long walk. It had been hours since he started walking, and Alec was absolutely dying from this heat, and had gone through all his water. He was sweaty and tired, but was only a few miles away from the ranch now. However his legs could not go on and he collapsed into the sand, thinking that this was the end. However, a truck pulled up, and out came an absolute Adonis. 6'5, muscular, blond hair, blue eyes, and a sort of boy-ish charm on his face. Alec was sure that this was some kind of hallucination before he would die until the man said "Hello? Are you alright?" in a thick Texan accent. Alec looks up at him and manages to say "Waterrrrrr". The man nods and looks in his truck. "Ah shit, drank all mine, think you can hang on until we get to the ranch not too far off?" Alec shook his head and the stranger sighs. "I have one idea, but you might not like it stranger" Alec just looks at him. "I'll try anything..." The man nods and, undoes his buckle and takes off his pants? Alec blushes brightly from this action, now being face first with possibly the biggest cock he has ever seen. "U...uh hows this supposed to get me well...hydrated?" The man then says "I uh have to piss. But its mostly just water I swear! Might help you enough till we can get you back." Alec was caught off guard by this but felt as if he had no choice. He just opens his mouth, tongue out as the man slowly penetrated his mouth. The man did and slowly pissed down Alec's throat. Alec was grossed out with himself at first but then, began to actually like the feeling. His eyes roll up as he started taking the cock deeper into his throat. The man then pulls his cock out, holding back from pissing more. "I uh think you should be good now stranger? Unless, you want more~" The man smirks at Alec. Alec didn't even feel his body hesitate as he wrapped his mouth around that big shaft again, drinking up whatever the stranger had left. But then, the stranger held onto the back of his head. "Mmm, you sure you were just thirsty, or are you just a little girly slut?" The man then starts thrusting his dick in and out of Alec's mouth, but Alec didnt protest, he just took it. The stranger took forever to cum, his stamina was like nothing Alec had ever seen before. After a solid 30 minutes of him face fucking Alec, he finally came down his throat, causing Alec to cum in his pants. The man chuckles and picks Alec up. "Cmon, its getting too damn hot in here" He takes him inside the air conditioned truck, they then take off their shirts, both their sweaty bodies press up against eachother. The man smirks down at Alec. "Well arent you thristy? Drink up little bitch." Alec again felt as if he had no control as he started to lick the sweat off of this cowboy, taking in his smell, he especially got addicted to burying his face in the man's armpit. The man chuckles and spanks Alec's ass. "Damn you even smell like a woman sissy boy, what's a cutie like yourself doing all the way out here anyhow?" Alec pulls his face away, panting. "Job offer...for the ranch." The man smirks some more and takes off his pants fully. "Well I'm one of the ranch managers, I think we can count this as your interview then. The name is Kanan." Alec stares at Kanan's cock, still in disbelief that he was able to fit that down his throat. He figured that Kanan wanted to fuck him now so he tried to take out a condom from his bag. Kanan saw this and shook his head. "Nope, not allowed. Barebacking only" Alec's experience as a medstudent screamed at him to not do this, he did not know if Kanan was clean or not. But he lost control again as Kanan fingered him to loosen him up. "Damn, you even get wet on your own back here like a girl. I don't even need my lube I think." Alec's rational thought then went away as he lifts himself up into Kanan's lap, sitting down on his fat cock, beginning to bounce. Kanan relaxed for the first 30 minutes as Alec bounced non stop, moaning and losing his mind even more from how good it felt. But Kanan felt himself about to cum so he thrusts harder, the hardest Alec has been fucked so far, he might have even felt some tearing. Kanan then smirks at Alec's fucked stupid expression and asks "Are you ready for your breeding slut? Im gonna knock you up!" Alec's eyes widen at this, "F..fuck you're poz? Get out of me!" But his dick got harder and he even came a little from the reveal, he knew deep down that he might have actually wanted this. Kanan chuckles and leans up, kissing Alec deeply before saying. "Aww you don't want my seed? Because I can stop anytime and just shoot my dirty load down your throat instead. Alec had kissed Kanan back, he tried to think rationally but instead just begs outloud. "F..fuck knock me up! Poz me with your cock already~" And with that Kanan shot his thick, toxic cum into Alec's neg ass. Kanan kept pumping more and more cum in, not pulling out. The two men stay like this for a while, until Alec gets back up. "S..shit I got to get this out of me." Kanan chuckles and says. "Oooor, you could just leave in my cum, and start sucking my cock. I have another load left to feed you, and some piss." Alec again weighed the options, deciding to go ahead and suck off Kanan some more. After a few hours of cum and piss filled action, Kanan was bringing the now asleep Alec to his new room in the ranch. The first day of dirty toxic fun had tired him out, but he still had 6 more months of it, and unluckily or luckily for the neg little femboy, every single person on this ranch was Poz, waiting for a chance at that neg boy pussy.

When I worked in the kitchens of a wetherspoons (popular UK pub chain) we had a 19 year old glass collector who was around 5 feet tall and around 100lb, really quiet and shy. We got drunk together after a particularly rough day, went back to mine to smoke a joint and have some fun. 10 minutes later he whips out a rock hard super veiny 9 inch cut cock and s huge pair of shaved balls He sat on my sofa while I knelt between his legs and took my time enjoying the thick pulsating cock leaking precum as it slides deep into my throat, soon hes moaning &calling me names then he grabs me by my hair starts to fuck my mouth his fat swollen cock head gagging me and before long he's flooding my mouth with shot after shot of hot thick cum which I gulp down like PAC man eating pellets. After then we started getting drinks once or twice a week until he moved to Dublin the following year.

Because it’s hot to look at, and it feels so fucking good. The most sensitive part of my dick is the base, so I like feeling my bottom’s pussylips grab and milk that base. When you push out I can see those asslips grabbing me, and feeling them holding that base of my cock. Especially with a bottom who has nice puffy pussylips to begin with, like you do.

No, I blame it on being a picky bottom. Here's what I typically see demanded online: "8+ or go away" "BBC only" "Must be fit/musc" "Nobody over 35" et cetera. Well damn guys, you've excluded a huge piece of the Top population! Maybe try this for a tag line: "Total slut btm. Bring your hard dick." 😛

A key utility of chastity is "it keeps me horny pretty much 24/7". It's especially good for key holding breeders with high libidos to have their boy in this state. They can fuck them until they seed them and know when they get hard again their boy will be just as hungry for him, if not more so. If hunger is the best sauce, denial is the best foreplay.

Depends on the app, things like Grindr I have my status listed, things like Tinder i'm not using currently since I never have much luck on them, much prefer getting to know someone online than being judged on some simple pictures and a basic profile wording. That said if I do go for a date and they're not already aware of my status I will usually disclose between first and second dates, if they suddenly lose interest/reject me then I know that their not mature enough to deal with. Don't think it's something that should wait till 2-3 months down the line but also like to get an idea of who is judging me on my status more than my personality/looks.

Had a string of bad luck lately. Was visiting my hometown and met a hot, muscular older black guy and went back to his place. He only wanted to be sucked off, but I was able to get his load in my mouth at least. Hope he'll fuck me next time but I think he is big on condoms. Met a really hot dominant hairy daddy while on vacation a few weeks later, but he insisted on a condom and neither of us had one. He still wouldn't take the plunge and fuck me raw even when I egged him on with a little dirty talk. Still had a hot time being an obedient son for him even if I didn't get his load in my ass. But that had me really needing to get fucked. After getting back from vacation, an older guy I'd chatted with briefly in the past messaged me. I am not very attracted to him but was going crazy for cum so I drove to his house. Ended up having a good time despite the attraction not really being there. He ate my ass like a pro and fucked me raw with only his spit for lube and bred my hole. Feels good to be back after a long break.

Seems very stupid to me to consent to bareback sex but draw the line at getting bred. If I stick my dick in a hole I WILL cum inside. I don't care how the bitch feels about it. They're just a nameless fuckhole to me anyways.

Part 9 At this point it was 3am and I didn't know if these guys were ready to leave or not. My question was quickly answered by another knock on the door. I looked out and saw three more guys all dressed in leather. "Party's just startin!" Said Earl. "These are more friends of mine." I opened the door and in walked 3 black men. Burt, Shawn and Anthony. They we're all probably all in their late 20's, early 30's and all pretty built. "Damn." Said Shawn as he felt Colt's ass. "He is a hot fuckin white boy! How fucked up is he?" "Oh he's WAY fucked up!" Laughed Earl. "Well this cracker cowboy is about to get MAJOR fucked up!" Declared Shawn as he spit on Colt's face. "I gotta piss. Get his ass in the tub!" Burt and Anthony half carried, half dragged Colt into the bathroom and dumped him in the tub. Then Shawn whipped out his big black snake and let loose with a powerful spray of piss. He covered Colt with his golden flow from his still hatted head to his still booted feet. "Open your mouth boy!" He ordered Colt. Colt obliged and his mouth was filled with the the black strangers piss. He gulped as much as he could, as I imagined he was quite thirsty. "Look at that pig!" Shawn laughed. "Drinking a strange black man's piss like a disgusting piece of trash. That's what I like! A white boy bitch who knows his place!" Shawn's flow eventually stopped and he said, "Anyone else need to use this toilet? Go ahead. Then clean this filthy pig off and bring him back so we can wreck that cowboy ass some more!" Each of the guys took their turns pissing all over Colt as he gulped as much piss as he could. When they were done, I pulled off his piss covered hat and boots and turned the shower on him. The cold water helped to revitalize him a bit and I quickly helped scrub him down before returning to the bedroom. Shawn had two big lines prepped up on a mirror waiting for Colt. He handed Colt a straw and the whore snorted them down without thinking twice about it. Shawn just smiled. After a couple of minutes, Colt became visibly disoriented before eventually falling back onto the bed. His mouth hung open and his eyes glazed over and I became scared that he had O.D. But I could still see him breathing. "Is he ok?" I asked a bit paniky. "He's fine." Replied Shawn. "I've never lost one yet. He's just in a K hole at the moment." "A what?" I asked. "K hole. From ketamine. A tranquilizer. He'll come out of it in a bit. And it will help us REALLY bust his pussy open good!" He said as he spread Colt's unconscious legs apart. "Damn, its looking like a real pussy already! A real man slit!" Shawn licked his lips as he slid his huge black cock into the unmoving teen. "Oh that's nice. Real wet and sloppy. Some guys like a nice tight hole. Not me man. The looser the hotter!" He held onto Colt's thighs as he started pounding his hole. Colt's eyes just stared blankly into space and his head flopped around as Shawn rode him hard. After about 20 minutes, Colt's eyes began to flutter as he slowly regained some consciousness. "This is my favourite part." Groaned Shawn. "He knows something is happening to him, but he doesn't know what. His head is so far gone from his body, he thinks he's on another planet right now. Isn't that right cracker?" He said as he grabbed Colt's head and made him look at him through his hazy eyes. Colt's mouth moved a bit as he grunted as if he was trying to speak. Shawn just kept pounding him as he spit on Colt's face and into his mouth. He didn't even react as the spit hit him right in the eye and ran down his face. I know I should have stopped things. I mean, here is this room full of strangers I knew NOTHING about and the love of my life was barely conscious as a totally random black man drugged him into outer space and raped his defenseless hole. But it was also so fucking hot and my rock hard cock confirmed how much it turned me on. "Oh fuck!" Groaned Shawn. "I'm gonna breed this hot fucking bitch! Gonna cum in his hot cracker cowboy pussy. Oh yeah! Fuckin take my load you filthy pig!" Shawn buried what had to be a 12 inch fat cock all the way into Colt and shook as he pumped his load deep into Colt's guts. Colt barely reacted except for a couple of little grunts. Burt moved into his place and shoved his equally fat, but not as long cock into the still prone Colt as Shawn moved to his head. As Burt started fucking him, Shawn rammed his still half hard cock right down Colt's throat. Colt didn't even react as I watched his throat stretch out, clearly showing the outline of the huge cock buried balls deep in it. I saw Shawn flex his ab muscles. "I always save a little bit of piss for after a good fuck." He said as he shot some straight into Colt's belly. When he pulled out, throat slime and piss gurgled out of Colt mouth and down his chin. "Come on Anthony." He said to his friend. Let's not waste a K'd out cracker hole. Especially not one this hot. Double fuck the bitch!" Anthony laid on the dirty bed next to Colt and rolled his big heavy body on top of his. Then he slid his also fat cock right into Colt. Burt then climbed onto Colt's back and slid his cock right back in. Colt made some soft grunts and moans as the two men started pounding him simultaneously. I couldn't help myself, and had to get in on the action. This situation may never happen again, (although it did!) so I had to find out what it felt like to use Colt in his very fucked up state. I climbed onto the bed next to Colt's head. I grabbed his curley brown hair and pulled his head back. Looking into his beautiful and still unfocused green eyes, I slid my cock all the way down his throat. I met zero resistance as I slid past his tonsils and into his esophagus. I let out a sigh and began power fucking his throat as the two black men raped his hole. I held his hair tight in my fist and slammed his head over and over into my pubes, making sure to pull out enough once in a while so Colt could breath before slamming him back down on me. While the three cocks were raping his two holes, Colt began to regain more consciousness. His grunts and moans were becoming more audible and he started moving his arms around. But we didn't stop. Oh hell no! It was too fucking amazing! The only thing that stopped us was mother nature as both Burt and Anthony announced they were about to cum. As they both flooded Colt's guts with their seed, I let out a howl and crushed Colt's head into my groin as I pumped my own load right down his throat. We all collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap as Colt sputtered and coughed up some cum. But there is no rest for the wicked as they say. Soon Lee and Al were moving into position to double fuck Colt after shoving a nice shard up his ass as John moved into position to throat fuck him. The next few hours were spent raping the fucking shit out of Colt. He was shown no mercy and given no breaks as there was always one, two, or three cocks in his holes. But hey, that's what the whore wanted! And he never asked to stop. Such a trooper. I lost count of the loads that were dumped in him and the sun was well up by the time the last man came all he could. Just when I thought the party was over, Shawn busted out his mirror and his baggy. "Should we really be doing more of that?" I asked him. "Trust me." He said. "Only a little bit this time. Just to get him through the final part. It won't affect him like last time." I watched as he made two little lines and Colt snorted them right down. Then Anthony attached ankle restraints to Colt and attached his wrist restraints to those so Colt was head down and ass up. Earl attached a pair of alligator clamps to Colt's tits causing him to squeel in pain. Then Shawn grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted some into Colt's already cum filled ass. "I told you I was gonna wreck the cracker cowboys hole!" He said as he very quickly pushed his large black hand right into Colt's busted pussy. Colt's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a long, low groan as his insatiable hole sucked Shawn's arm right in, halfway to his elbow. I stared at his distended ass lips as I could see Colt squeezing and milking Shawn's arm as he moaned in ecstasy. Then he began involuntary rocking back and forth, fucking himself on Shawn's arm, taking more and more of it deeper in him. The rest of us watched in awe as more of Shawn's arm disappeared into Colt's greedy hole until he was elbow deep. Colt moaned as drool ran out of his mouth. Shawn just laughed. "Another cracker broken." He said as he pulled all the way out. Everybody murmured their approval of the three inches of Colt's bright red intestines that now stuck out of his asshole. Colt whined and begged. "Please put it back in me!" He pleaded. Shawn laughed some more as he reached for a baggy of crystals. He covered his finger in powder and rubbed it into Colt's inflamed rosebud causing the teen to hiss. Then he put his hands together and started pushing both of them in together. Colt's hole parted like the Red Sea. Literally. His bright red rosebud stretched open like it was nothing and Shawn's hands were sucked right in. "Oooooohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Colt moaned as the big hands stretched him open wider than he had ever been before. Shawn just started pumping Colt's muscular ass, pushing more and more of his arms into the boy. I have no idea how he wasn't being ripped apart at this point, but he just kept moaning louder and louder in pure pleasure. Shawn pumped Colt's ass until he was almost elbow deep again with both arms. Then he pulled one arm out and pushed his other arm into Colt until his elbow past his sphincter. Colt shook and groaned as his insides were rearranged. Then Shawn slid his big black cock into Colt's busted hole, right next to his arm. He started fucking with both his cock and his arm as Colt started blabbering gibberish. Then John took the vibrator and started rubbing it on Colt's caged cockhead. Colt started going crazy. "Oh fuck! Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Holy shit! Oooooohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!" Colt's caged cock started squirting another load of super watery cum as he shook and spasmed on the cock and arm buried inside him, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then Shawn started shaking as he unloaded one final time into the busted teen ass beneath him. He pulled out as Colt's restraints were released causing him to collapse on the bed in exhaustion. His three inch rosebud oozed cum and lube and Shawn smiled. "THAT'S how you break a cracker bitch!" He laughed. After everyone finally left, I took the latest plug we had and slid it into Colt. Just for fun, I slid it in and out several times as it met zero resistance and made wet schloopy sounds. "We're gonna have to find a bigger plug for you whore." I said as his hole sucked it in. He just laughed and pulled me into him, kissing me deep.

Soooo, I just had a random anon hookup today and he did something I’m still thinking about. 😅 He was fucking me missionary, he asked me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Of course I obeyed right away. I thought he was gonna kiss me mouth open, but instead he spit directly into my mouth. It was huge one too. Instinctively I swallowed it. I was a bit surprised but lowkey loved it. I opened my mouth again excited and he spit in it again. 🥰 We didn’t kiss(which I’m used to as a cumdump) but I found this was hotter than kissing. Hope it happens more with other random Tops. I’m usually in doggystyle as a cumdump so I guess that’s why it didn’t happen before. But after this I might just go back and forth between doggy and missionary. I’ve had Tops spit in my face before but not directly in my mouth for me to swallow. But I guess the more random DNA in me the better. 😋 bottoms, do you like having a total stranger spit in your mouth or the idea of it? Tops, do you like spitting or wanna try spitting into a bottom’s mouth and make them swallow it?

It happened the fall of my sophomore year of high school in the mid-seventies. It was a Friday and I was in the bathroom in between classes and started reading the graffiti on the wall of the stall. Sixteen year-olds are in a permanent state of “horny”. Being gay in the seventies limited my resources to get things taken care of. This is before smart phones, internet access, or even VHS porn. Dirty writing on the walls, classified personal ads and dime store fuck-smut were all a guy had to keep from losing his mind. The stall was completely covered in writing, drawings and cum. It had multiple-colored handwriting and scribbled juvenile drawings of really big cocks spurting cum into the air. Of course, there was the occasional plea to suck someone's cock or to fuck. Today, I ran across an ad for a blowjob. I was not a virgin, but suffice it to say I wasn't setting any records in the getting laid either. “Call 612-809-4373 if you want me to send one down your throat.” Short, simple and to the point. The bell rang indicating that 5th period was about to start so I took out my pen and wrote the number inside my notebook and joined my class. I understood the chances of that old number still working would be slim. The entire wall appeared as through no one has touched it in ages. I had a boner all throughout 5th period thinking about it and then again during 6th. I lived pretty far from my school so it took the bus about 45 minutes to get me home. I ran upstairs and flew into the bathroom and stroked one off. I took a quick shower and jumped on my motorcycle and was off to flip burgers for the evening. We were pretty busy, but I still couldn't get the writing on the wall out of my mind. What kind of a sick deviate would put their phone number on a public bathroom wall? What kind of a deviate would call it? During my break, I finished my dinner in lightning speed. I was the only person in the back room. I hadn't thought this through but I rushed over to the desk phone and pulled out the number and called it. My heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing? The phone was ringing. What if a lady answers? What would I say? What if an old man answers? I seriously thought the phone was going to be out of order, but it wasn't. “Hello?” It was a guy and he didn't sound like an old man but he was certainly older than me. Everyone was older than me. “Hello?” came from the receiver again. Damn what do I say? Then he said, “Is anybody there?” I hung up. I couldn't do it. Perspiration covered my forehead. I cleaned up my dinner dishes and went back into the kitchen to help with the orders. I couldn't help thinking that the guy sounded really cute. Well more hot than cute. When I got home that evening around 10:00 p.m., I said hello to my parents and catapulted up the stairs and jumped into the shower then dove into bed. I lay there thinking about the voice on the other side of the phone and wondered if it was the source of the writing on the wall? My dick got hard. I jumped out of the bed, got the phone number and the phone and landed back in my bed in a flash. Then I jumped up and locked my bedroom door, shut off the light and flew back into the bed. I squeezed my dick so it would go down a little. I turned on my reading light and dialed the number. “Hello?” It was him. Oh my fucking god it was the same guy. It was unmistakably him. Shit, what do I do? “Hello,” he repeated. Say something you moron or he'll hang up! “Who's this?” Then he lowered his voice and said, “...I know why you're calling.” How could he know why I was calling? What does he mean? I cleared my throat and finally said, “ Hello. I um, I um. Hello?” “I’m still here,” he said. I panicked and made up a stupid story about finding a notebook at my school that had this phone number on it and I was checking to see if it was his. There was a pause on the other end of the line and then he told me, “I doubt that would be my notebook. Are you sure you are calling about a notebook?” I tried to sound confident, but I was a jumble of nerves; stuttering like a buffoon. “Yes, I’m calling about the notebook,” I tried to reassure him. Again after a few seconds of silence he said, “Are you sure you aren’t calling about the writing on the wall? Isn’t that the real reason you’re calling me?” I cleared my throat again and spoke very quietly, “Yes, I’m calling about…about the…writing on the wall. Is it yours?” He matched my intensity and responded, “Yes, it is mine. I wrote that. My heart was beating so fast. Remember this is a sixteen year old cock learning to find its way in the world with little help from anyone. I didn’t know what to say next so I remained silent. He asked where I lived and I told him. He responded, “Interesting. We live really close to each other.” How is that possible? I lived 45 minutes away from school. My high school had over 5,000 students; the size of a small university. It served people from all around the entire radius of the County. He went on to tell me that he was 19 and lived with his parents when he wasn’t in college. He was on a break. Further chat deduced that we lived in the same subdivision. He asked if I liked porn. I said, “Yes.” He said his parents were gone for the weekend and that I should come over and he’d show me what he had. I couldn’t help myself; I had to do this so I told him I’d be there in 15 minutes. I dressed and walked quietly down the stairs hoping my parents were already in bed. With no sign of them I sneaked out the back door and walked my motorcycle out to the road before starting it and driving off. I found his house and pulled into the drive and parked on the side of the house as instructed. The house was dark as if no one was home. I began to get nervous. What if this was a hoax and this guy sent me on a wild goose chase? Still, I knocked. He answered the door in only a pair of jeans that were partially unzipped. He was masculine and very good looking, but not pretty. He had dark brown hair and a well-defined chest with dusting of hair and a treasure trail leading down past his navel disappearing into a forest of a thick brown bush. He invited me in and led me into the living room. When he turned around I saw nicely shaped hips and a bubble butt that was stuffed into his jeans. We sat and made small talk. He had gone to my high school 2 years prior; he knew the burger joint where I worked, stuff like that. After about 10 minutes we ran out of small talk so he asked if I wanted to see his porn mags. He led me back to his bedroom. He slid opened the closet and reached up to a top shelf and pulled out a couple of glossy shiny magazines. We sat on the end of his bed and he flipped through the first magazine. The pictures were of hyper masculine guys; very hairy, muscular and butch. There was also lots of leather, motorcycles and uncut cocks. He handed that magazine to me and I took over the flipping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he pulled out his cock. It was thick, long and hard and cut with a beautiful head that resembled the shape and color of a plum. My heartrate increased. I put the magazine down and he got up and stood in front of me, took my hand and moved it to his cock. His cock was hot and pulsing. He said in a soft raspy voice, “You know you can never tell anyone about this because I would get into a lot of trouble.” I told him that I wasn’t about to tell anyone anything, ever. “Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. With that he put his hands on the back of my head and guided me down to his dick. I stared at it for a few seconds and then I put the head in my mouth. It smelled and tasted fantastic. I could smell the musk emanating from his bush. He unzipped his pants fully and pulled out his balls. The smell was driving me crazy and I started to suck his cock deeper. At sixteen I had some experience sucking dick starting as early as 12 years old, but hadn’t yet learned the technique for deep throating. I continued to take more and more into my mouth leaving his cock wet and glistening. He had his hands on the back of my head and started making little sounds of approval with his throat. These little guttural sounds would become one of the biggest turn-ons for me in the years to come. He then pulled me up and shoved my shorts to my knees. He had me lay on the bed on my side so my ass was facing the foot of the bed. I heard him spit on his hand. Fuck, he was going to fuck me. His cock is too big for me, but I wanted it so bad. The question wasn’t would I let him fuck me, but how much will this hurt when he does fuck me. He smeared the saliva along my asshole and spit again on his cock. I felt the head at the entrance of my hole. I wouldn’t learn about poppers for several more years and I was too young to drink. This was going to be a challenge. I took a deep breath and he started putting pressure on the ass. It was slippery and really felt erotic, nasty and hot. I was experiencing the primal urge that all guys experience just before they take cock in their ass. His cock head was sliding all around the outside of my hole. I was unintentionally nudging my hole to match up with his cock. He spit again and this time pushed just hard enough that he penetrated my ass ring. I felt his cock head rest just inside my sphincter. I gasped out of inexperience, a little fear and shear adrenalin at the same time. It hurt. It hurt badly. I froze and tensed up and the owner of the cock could tell I was struggling. He put his face next to mine, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “That’s it baby, give me what I need. Don’t make me stop. Relax. That’s it. It’ll get better in a minute.” He had the head resting just inside me and stayed completely still. As I got used to it, the initial pain subsided and I started breathing regularly again. He told me he wasn’t going to move until I was ready and when I was, I was to push back on him to signal it was cool to continue. I agreed and remained still. I could feel him rubbing saliva around the perimeter of his cock. After a few more minutes the pain completely subsided so I pushed back just a little. He pushed forward and another inch or so of his cock pushed through my ring. “Okay, okay, stop there. Oh shit. Damn. I’m not sure I can do this, dude. Pull it out, take it out, man.” I was breathing heavily at this point and about to panic when he froze and leaned against my back again and began kissing the crook of my neck and behind my ear moaning ever so slightly. “Oh baby, I need this little man. You feel so good. You’re doing just fine. That’s it just relax. He kept his word and remained still. Again the pain drifted away and was replaced by a warm erotic nasty feeling that you only get from having a stranger’s cock inside you. I started pushing back; he reciprocated and eventually he bottomed out at his balls. “Sweetheart, you have my entire dick inside you. Can you feel that?” All I could do is squirm and moan as he pulsed his hot throbbing dick inside my ass. Suddenly, for the first time in my life my “cunt” got horny to be fucked. Prior to this I had gotten fucked several times, but I just tolerated it. It didn’t necessarily feel good. This was different. I had this hot boys fat cock buried balls deep and there was no pain just white-hot lust and an undying need to be fucked. I moaned, “Yeah, oh that’s good.” I could feel his breath at my neck again and he whispered, “What was that?” Again I mumbled erotic little inaudible sounds. “Talk to me baby, what are you saying? Tell me what you want.” I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted him to fuck me. I pushed back again. God his dick felt so good. It was almost like my ass lips itched and his cock was the only thing that would scratch it. “No, you need to tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it.” “Fuck me.” “Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he taunted. “FUCK ME! Please fuck me. I need you to fuck the hell out of me.” While I was carrying on like a depraved child I began bucking back and forth on his cock. “That’s what I wanted to hear from you pretty boy. Now take a deep breath, give up that ass to me and let’s fuck,” he said. He pulled his dick out a bit and pushed back in. Bliss. He pulled further out and pushed back in a little harder. Heaven. Then he pulled almost entirely out but stopped where his mushroomed plum-like head stretched my ass ring at its max and held it there before plunging back in balls-deep. Nirvana! There was no more language spoken between either of us for the next 30 minutes or so. In order to communicate, all we could do was groan, moan, squeal and grunt. We locked eyes sharing our unspoken mutual lust and animalistic needs. The room got really warm from our body heat and heavy panting. He still had his jeans on at mid-thigh and I still had by shorts pulled down just above the knee. I was still lying on my side while he stood pumping that magnificent cock in and out of me. At one point he pulled out and yelled, “Not yet, no, no, no. Not yet.” I could feel his cock leaving a slimy trail across my butt cheek as he tried to ward off his climax. I was able to plead in the middle of my panting, “Yeah, man. Don’t cum just yet. I need more of this, please don’t cum.” He said, “Be still. Don’t move. I’m too close.” Then he leaned against me and kissed my neck and whispered, “Oh baby, this is the best ass I’ve ever fucked. You make me feel like such a man. When I bury my cock in your ass all the way to my balls, my nipples harden.” He was ready to go again and reinserted his cock, “Can I cum in you? Please. Will you let me shoot my load inside you? I’m so hot for you baby,” he begged. I nodded yes and then he started pile driving his cock in and out of me. He grabbed my ass cheek and my shoulder and pounded harder and harder. The ring of my ass was on fire as he repeatedly stretched it out leaving me delirious. Then it happened. He buried his cock in my ass to the root and froze. Put his face in the crook of my neck, his chest against my back and wrapped his arms completely around me encasing me and then started to tremble. He began making faint subtle micro vocal noises like a wounded animal; that grew slowly into a sexy snarl. And that grew into a full out masculine roar that came from the innermost core of his soul. I could feel cum pumping into me. I could feel his balls swell and contract as his cock spurted. He continued to roar and blow load after load inside me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it off to a powerful climax while his cock blew the last of its load deep in my ass. My ass lips pulsed around his cock every time I shot a volley of cum onto his bed. Feeling this, he turned into a mad man and started fucking me again with a vengeance. I could feel how sloppy my ass had become from his load. It was sloshing around making nasty sounds as he continued to fuck me. His cock felt so good because it was completely covered in cum. After about 10 minutes, he did the same thing; wrapped himself around me, froze, trembled and emitted a roar as he blew another load inside me. We lay there breathing in silence as we recovered. I reached between my legs and felt his balls which were covered in cum. His cock slipped out and a dribble of cum escaped from my ass. We didn’t say much as we got up and pulled our cloths together. He walked me to the door and said he had a hot time and that we should do it again sometime, especially since we lived so close. He asked never to stop unannounced because of his parents. I told him it was cool. We did get together several times after that. Once he called the burger joint and said he had just driven through and saw me working. He wanted me to come over after work and drove us out to a secluded area and fucked me in the back seat. I’ll never forget the way he orgasmed; froze, trembled, snarled, and then roared. Every single time. It’s hard to believe that by simply reading the writing on the wall it would lead to what would become one of the best fucks of my young life. I really get off on your comments.

Do any other cumdumps not like receiving face pics? I know the whole “no face pic, no reply” doctrine is popular on many apps, but I personally feel the opposite. I never ask for face pics and prefer when guys don’t send them. It makes it much more thrilling and anonymous. It also prevents disappointment from being catfished(yeah it happens.) Seeing a Tops face for the first time right before he fucks me raw is fun. Never seeing their face even after they load me up is also fun. 😝 I love when blank profiles message me, they tend to be the best. 😋 That being said, I do love dick pics. 😍😍 I could stare at them all day. I’d much prefer receiving a dick pic over a face pic any time. Do any other cumdumps(especially anon cumdumps) feel the same way? Tops, how do you feel about sending face pics? Should bottoms care?

So my younger brother came down from upstate to finally visit after not seeing each other for little over 2 years. He gave me quite a surprise when he showed up looking like a woman, a very hot woman. We went out to dinner and drinks catching up on everything. When we got home we were both drunk, I was having impure thoughts and getting hard. I was trying to hide my bulge but he well now she noticed. She walked over to me with a smile, reached down rubbing it, dropped down to her knees and began going down on me. We took it to the bedroom where we both fucked each other. As we were laying there afterwards we both laughed that we should have done this years ago.

My verbiage aside, i'm not bothered by you or your posts. I'm genuinely concerned for your health and safety. The recurring theme from your posts that I've read is that you are reaching out for our advice and help (which we're happy to give). The real issue is that you keep coming back to your not being allowed to go on Prep, or you're not allowed to express your desires to your Dom - yet your Dom seems to have his own free will do do as he pleases, even if that puts you at increased risk. Part of me wonders if you're questioning his behaviour as well, and I suspect you are. It's totally okay for you to question this; what we are trying to say is that your current relationship set-up is categorically unhealthy (both mentally and physically) and you need to find a way to change it or get out. I do apologise if I'm coming across as blunt, but sometimes the best advice doesn't come wrapped in a nice pretty package.

Last Saturday I look on Sniffles and see Cunningham Park is jumping but I could not get there. Sunday I go and it is dead so I sit on the bench by the tunnel. 30 minutes later this guy is eye balling me and massaging his dick under his pants. I follow and we get to a spot. I get on my knees and is bell blessed to see a nice size dick. He is hard fast and want to fuck so he as if he can fuck me raw YES. He does not wast and time or lube and rams his dick in. For the next 4 minutes he is hammering away before he grabbed me tight and gives his load. As he gets up I see 2 watching with there docks out so I took care Of them also.

I hope that one can have a romantic date or a sex date with poz men. They are hotter either way you look at it! OINK!

Always like your posted video clips

I love it when a young guy shows off his talents!

If you need a cum dump, I'll volunteer 😈😜

Guess I could be, but I would consider myself as a flexible friend. On my last check up at sex clinic, the Doctor asked me if I was a practising Homosexual? I said No, I am an expert at what I do.😉

The short answer to that is "no." You're not required to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Consent is sexy. That said - and as many have pointed out - if you're taking it raw, there's a definite (one would even say likely) chance you're going to end up with a top who either doesn't respect your request to pull out, who accidentally goes over the edge before they can, or who may even think your request not to take the load is part of some kind of role-play.

No one ever has to take a load, however, I think it would be unrealistic to think that it's never going to happen. Fooling around and incorporating some bare foreplay could be fun and erotic, but once you go beyond foreplay I think you need to be prepared for the possibility of receiving a load even if it wasn't intended. So, personal opinion, if you are going to take a cock bare then you should be willing to take the load,

Always! Doesn't matter if it's on the wall or the floor. I go to those places specifically to feel like a dirty cum whore! And don't forget sucking out the used condoms you find there! It's so hot pouring it into my mouth and smelling fresh anonymous ass on it!

If you bend over you are choosing to give up your ass, a very delicate part of you, to another mans penis. This is basically you offering your ass as a flesh light and you hoping it will please him and masturbate his penis until it ejaculates into you. Many bottoms will try to cling to being in charge so a smart top just agrees and says no problem and gets them past the point of pain (your discomfort doesnt matter) so they can use the anal passage as they see fit. I never care when a bottom is in discomfort - more poppers, gag, positive words - it's not about them. They pretend they do not want this but those are the ones who come back. They want to give up control. I intend to ejaculate into you as it feels best, spurting over your ass as part of your porn fantasy doesn't suit me. When you offer that sweet ass up you no longer own it. You made that choice and you need to deal with those sexy little faggot consequences of being a cum dump.

I have had a few boyfriends who really got off on me being an "escort" and even got into pimping me out themselves, online, in bathhouses and porntheatres. I think they enjoyed it mostly for the dirtiness as they were guys who were into taking me to the baths and watching me take loads all night or taking me from apt to apt to whore my ass out. it was even a boyfriend who got me to start turning more tricks as a t-girl as guys pay more for tranny whores. but one boyfriend just liked it for how dirty it was and would take me to a porntheatre, strip me naked and rent me out to guys for 5 bucks a load in either end. he's also the boyfriend who found me an owner who promised to pimp me out full time. he told me I was actually a hooker cause I was too trashy to be an escort. but I did have a couple boyfriends who weren't into it so I had to be a little sneaky and actually got busted by one of his friends who picked my tranny ass up off the street once with his boyfriend. they were a little surprised but still took me home and fucked me. I still have no idea if they told him. lol

You said it! I'll buy the idea of sex addiction in cases where sex addiction is diagnosed by a licensed professional. That assumes broad professional consensus on the criteria, and the existence of research findings about treatments. (Thanks to @ErosWired for bringing up the question of the DSM!) What worries me is the American tendency toward non-professional diagnosis. For example, most married heterosexual men are sex addicts according to the online infidelity "survivor" community, which comprises the r/survivinginfidelity subreddit, an eponymous Web site, and the blogs of numerous non-professional "experts" (read: jilted ex-wives). The husband is a sex addict if he masturbates; if he looks at pornography; if he glances at a younger woman — or at any woman other than the wife; if he is curious about sex acts that the wife isn't interested in; or if he desires sex more often than she does. Any of these transgressions constitutes "infidelity" and is grounds for immediate divorce. This denial of normal human sexual responses is spilling over into the gay community. The advent of same-sex marriage, coupled with the portrayal, for the first time, of gay characters in mainstream TV shows and movies, means that we too are expected to be sexless romantics. Straight people will now "tolerate" you if you hold hands with your husband, but will marginalize you to a greater extent than ever before, if you fuck lots of nameless men in dark alleys. Why would you still want to do that, they wonder, now that we have allowed you to marry your soulmate and move in next door to us, in the suburbs? What's natural and harmless is for men (and indeed, for people of all genders) to fuck as often as possible, to fuck as hard as possible, and to fuck as many people as possible.

I always stay at Metro Aspire near UTS. No key card for elevator so can get guys to just cum up to room for anon pump and dumps....

As a (mainly) top I expect to pump my load up my bottom's ass. Of course I enjoy the fuck but I'm an animal after all and my body needs the release when my balls tense and I shoot my load in my bottom's ass. Any bottom that asks me not to cum when I'm fucking him will be ignored and will be seeded - you take my cock in your ass then you get my load.

Muslim men are a lot cleaner then uncut cocks too & they have BIG cocks, i love being fucked by them too, enjoy it.

NOW I'm really excited about exploring more scene's like that myself.

Overlooking that the question as originally posed said nothing about preventing HIV transmission, it's not wrong. Calling this "topping from the bottom" and "inappropriate" assumes what you're trying to prove: you're saying that you shouldn't tell a top not to X because you shouldn't tell a top not to X. There's no magic rulebook that says a bottom can't determine what does and doesn't happen with his body, and no magic rulebook that gives all the authority to make decisions to the top. Second, I know quite a few tops who like to pull out and shoot all over someone. While you can't judge anything specifically from porn, that's done ALL.THE.FUCKING.TIME in porn - lots of people, including a good number of tops - like cum shots. That doesn't mean any particular top has to like them. But this complete bullshit of a top gets to decide everything about the sex needs to be called out for the bullshit that it is. If two people WILLINGLY enter into sex with that understanding in mind, that's one thing. For any top to decide - AGAINST the specific request of the guy who's allowing him to fuck - that he's going to shoot inside is just a top being a shitty asshole.

That's where you should have kneed him in the balls hard, twice, and then thrown all his clothes out your front door.

I love to eat cum off the floors of adult bookstores. I love the taste. Used condoms too if I find a fresh one.

At the notorious roadside reststop, short Latino, maybe 5'2" but HOT AF! He put his hand down the back of my 501's so I knew he was down to fuck! On my knees, I pulled his pants down, revealing a soft uncut cock, 4" with generous foreskin. Taking him in my mouth, he quickly grew to 9" with full coverage, with a steady flow of precum. I slobbered over his cock and presented my ass to him. Slowly, he worked his cock in me and once he was balls deep, he bred me rough and hard. Ten minutes later, he flooded my insides and slowly pulled out, presenting his cock for me to clean. He thanked me, saying his wife couldn't handle him without being drunk. Gave him my phone # and we'd meet monthly.

One of the most surprising dicks I had was when I cruised in a park, saw a short latino who wasn't that hot looking to me and wasn't interested. But he kept following me, then pulled his small uncut dick out and I sucked him off thinking what the heck. Well it grew long and thin with a crazy long foreskin, felt and tasted great in my mouth. Now I'm getting into it and he's precumming like mad. He pulls me up and fucks me and I get wet from precum feel foreskin sliding around in me. He cums hard holding on me tight like maybe I'll pull away from him breeding me. Felt like a dog locked on his dick he kept cumming. He pulled out when done and walked away like it was nothing. It was so animalistic being used like that.

I woke a few hours later and felt my ass. It was starting to tighten back up, but I could still slide my fingers right inside me. My dick was hard, looking at the clock I had a few hours before the straight guy would be there and I still had my poz hottie who wanted me. I knew I was never a slut like that, I committed that after tonight I would stop being a whore and get on the straight and narrow and look for a big dicked boyfriend. That made me think about the script. I got up and went back to the computer sitting on a towel since my hole was so full of cum and I knew it would leak out after that hot guy had his fist inside me. It would have been hot if he took a pick with my phone of his hot sleeve with my hole wrapped around it. Would have loved to have that pic. When I got back, I saw a couple emails I did not recognize as I scanned for something from the clinic. Then I spotted an email from my hot assaulter. I opened it and there was were two pics with his fist inside my hole and his tatted sleeve with my hole wrapped around his wrist. That make me rock hard again and I went on to read his email. It just read; you are a good little whore. I will be at your place at 10 PM tomorrow. Be in the same position and no talking boy. I emailed him back and told him I would Sir. Scanning the other emails there was nothing from the clinic. I decided to rest some more even though I had other emails but thought I should get some rest since it sounded like I would have company over night, but this time set my alarm to be up by 4:45 to make sure I could get the script to the pharmacy or call and all. When I woke, I felt better and still horny as fuck, I started getting excited about the straight guys coming back to use me and hoped that they would not notice my hole had been fisted. I felt my hole and it had all but closed. I got back on the computer and scanned for the script but found an interesting email before and it read. Huge dick needs pussy boy after the gym. I opened the email and there was a picture of a dick, I was convinced it was not real and it read need a pussy boy for my huge horse hung dick. Few can take me so only respond if you will be able to take my dick and cum. I kept looking at his huge dick and red bush and thought maybe it was real, His hand which looked big did not fit all the way around his dick when he held it. I took a chance and emailed him. My cock was leaking imagining what that would feel like inside me. I read a few more and deleted them, not what I wanted. Two average looking guys with okay dicks, but they were both neg. I knew I should have considered them good pics but for some reason I wanted hotter guys with big dicks. That is at the very least what I told myself. The next email was from a guy who had been in prison and big 9” dick on him and he just needed oral. His email said he needed a fag to suck his dick, eat his balls and ass and swallow his load. He asked me in the email if I was a fag boy who loved straight boy dick and cum. I want this guy, fuck I looked at his tats and lean body and huge dick and fired off an email that just read. I am your fag boy! I read and deleted a couple others and kept refreshing to see if either of them responded and an email hit, but it was from my straight buddy and he said you are booked from 6pm to 8PM boy! Make sure you are ass up and blindfolded just like last time. I emailed my straight buddy that I would be ready, blindfold, poppers and lube ready. Then I got email back from the prison guy. It read, only thing fags are good for is service between pussy. Far too man women make me put on a condom since I have been released. Fags, just take cum. I emailed him I was ready to take his cum anytime. He emailed back and said he could come when his bitch went back to work tomorrow, could be ready for 9:30 or 10:00. Warning he said, it takes me a long time to cum so get ready to service my dick, balls and hole fag. My email back read; my mouth is yours for a long as you want it. I gave him my address and told him I would be ready. Asked him if he wanted me blind folded and he said no, you need to see what you are servicing. I got really excited this guy looked hot 5’11 hairy chest, nice bush and that big dick. His balls look big too. I got so excited I forgot to check about the script, that email came in but ended up in my junk mail and I did not find it until 72 hours later. I rushed to the shower and got ready and the got in place just before six. The guy come in and this time they shared me. I was getting spit roasted for two hours and there had to be ten guys. Two shot down my throat but eight of them came in my ass and then left. They called me a whore, cum dump, slut and cock sleeve and a few of them spit on me before they left. I recognized a few of them from their voice or cock but many were new. My poz guy would soon be here and I kept the cum inside me since he seemed to like that last time. The rest of the guy made me feel like a piece of mean and he always made me feel like I could be more than that while he used me like a piece of meat. Weird how different that made me feel that I would not even care he was Poz. I showered up and took a piss sitting down and lost some of the cum, but I was soon on the bed ass up ready like he wanted me, and I heard to door and then felt his fingers on my ass and slide inside me. He then pulled out and spread my hole and eat me out. Tongue fucking me and felching a huge load out and then coming up to me and feeding it to me as he pulled my head up to kiss me and we spit balled it and he finally told me to swallow it. He kissed me for a couple more minutes and told me he missed me. He ate my hole three times this way each time bring me the load and then have turned me over and slowly slide his big cock in my ass and fucked me till he shot his Poz Load inside me. He repositioned and slow fucked me for five minutes and fucked me hard for ten and shot a second load inside me. He whispered that he wanted me to be his boy and for me to take all his cum. I stopped and thought duck he is poz which gave me a minute of pause and then I pressed my ass back on him as if to motion that I knew where his cum belonged. I was loving my time with this beautiful man. He pulled out after shooting his third load and had me clean off his cock and then grabbed his bag and had me get back on my knees with my face in a pillow and grabbed a toy and lubed it up and worked it in my ass. The toy slipped in with not a lot of resistance and he said, glad I brought the bigger ones. I love that your hole opens. He used four different toys on me each getting bigger and then finally slide his fist inside me as my hole swallowed it. That is babe, I could do is moan as his fist worked my poz cum filled hole and he told me how beautiful I was. I even told him I loved him, I hoped he did not hear me as I was not sure why I told him that. He used my hole for thirty minutes and made me cum hard and then pulled out and cleaned up and came back to bed and turned me so he could hole me and slide his rock-hard dick inside me and rubbed my chest as my hole over the next hour closed around his dick and he told me how hot it was as I retracted. He fucked me two more times and hot inside me before we fell asleep. He whispered before dozing off that he could fall in love me with too. I wondered in an out of sleep thinking about him and how hot he was but wishing he were not poz.

Hi guys. Im 21 year old asian bottom looking for top. Never had sex before aside from fingering myself a couple of times. Want real dick up my ass. If you are in myanmar and interested hit me up.😁

@tallslenderguy - I’m not sure I agree that the possibility of an actual addiction - in the strictest sense of the term - can be so easily dismissed as a cultural construct. The biochemistry of sex does very potent things with the reward system and pleasure centers in the brain, and has significant implications in terms of dopamine release, among other chemicals and neurotransmitters. It is not beyond the realm of possibility that some individuals begin to rely on sexual activity to trigger changes in brain chemistry in the same way another person might rely upon a drug - they are both a means to the same end. Likewise, just as a drug addict will become desensitized to the drug and require increasingly great doses to achieve the same effect, so too may a person who relies on sex discover that one hookup no longer satisfies, and he begins to need more and more to achieve the same mental effect...until it becomes impossible. I do not meet the criteria for sex addiction, but I have observed a marked change in my reaction to sexual encounters over time; where once a single fuck could content me for weeks, now I feel empty if I go home with fewer than ten, and always hope for another gangbang that could Fill my tank with 20+ loads again. And then I catch myself feeling wistful, wondering what it would be like to be full with 50. I’ve crossed the 20+ threshold three times now...and even that is starting to feel mundane. Fortunately, I live in the Ass-End of Nowhere and I only get to indulge on a monthly basis - that gives my brain time to reset a bit. If I lived in a city with a bathhouse and a sex club, I can see myself ending up in service three or four days a week, and I think changes would happen fast. But here’s the thing: Some people are more genetically prone to addiction than others. Experience has shown that I am not. So I think one of two things can happen. Either a guy who reaches the level of sexual activity that he simply begins to addictively self-destruct in the futile pursuit of what has become a dependency...or he realizes he’s gotten all he can get from it and out of boredom finds a new passion. The first guy is an addict. The second is not. They both had the same level of sexual activity, but the difference between them lies in their individual biochemistry, and has nothing to do with any moralist social agenda. That’s my hypothesis, anyway. I suspect that the powerful effects of sex on biochemistry and mental states make it a serious candidate for true addiction.

Definition of too much sex = more than the critic is getting.

Although Sex Addiction as a distinct diagnosis was not included in the current diagnostic manual for psychiatric disorders (DSM-V), psychiatric professionals sometimes still diagnose Sex Addiction under the "Not Otherwise Specified" category of behavioral disorders. The condition is the subject of professional debate, but the disagreement is not so much about whether Sex Addiction is real, but rather about its nature and causes. Some professionals prefer to think of it as Hypersexual Disorder, a condition for which formal diagnostic criteria are under development. Yes, Sex Addiction can be real. Like addiction to substances (there is reason to believe that brain chemicals play a part in this) or other risk behaviors (i.e., gambling), there are common factors that set the condition apart as an addition as opposed to simply a much enjoyed behavior. The most important criterion is that the person finds himself unable to stop engaging in the behavior. Other notable symptoms include: Frequently engaging in more sex and with more partners than intended. Being preoccupied with or persistently craving sex; wanting to cut down and unsuccessfully attempting to limit sexual activity. Thinking of sex to the detriment of other activities or continually engaging in excessive sexual practices despite a desire to stop. Spending considerable time in activities related to sex, such as cruising for partners or spending hours online visiting pornographic Web sites. Neglecting obligations such as work, school or family in pursuit of sex. Continually engaging in the sexual behavior despite negative consequences, such as broken relationships or potential health risks. Escalating scope or frequency of sexual activity to achieve the desired effect, such as more frequent visits to prostitutes or more sex partners. Feeling irritable when unable to engage in the desired behavior. Hetero statistics show that 38% of male and 43% of female sex addicts report having an STD. That can likely be extrapolated to Tops and bottoms, respectively, as the incidence is most likely attributable to sexual role. More in-depth information on Sex Addiction can be found here and here. I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm just a credentialed librarian. But to reply @CumDump15's question about whether sex addicts should be considered in need of psychological aid, the answer has to do with harm. Addictions are harmful to addicts because they interfere with other important aspects of life, may cause damage to a person's mental faculties, relationships with other people, may put the person at physical risk of harm or of harming others, and may gradually result in a desensitization that requires the person to continually seek more of the same stimulus to get the same effect, until the behavior consumes all the person's time, and ultimately the person reaches the point where relief from the craving cannot be obtained. A person under the influence of addiction cannot always recognize that he is in the grip of an addiction. Others may see it more clearly. Unless the addiction is treated and the person is released from it, negative outcomes are inevitable. Name an actual addiction that is harmless - don't bother, there isn't one. We're not supposed to be addicted to things. So I would say yes, people who are truly addicted to sex deserve help to be freed from their addiction, whether they realize it or not. Now, several replies in this thread have pointed out that there's nothing wrong with having a healthy (even unusually robust) sexual appetite. I agree. One can have that and not be actually addicted. I go to Louisville and to Indy each once a month and take as much cock as I can get - but I don't have to. I decided to lay off going to Indy for the winter because I knew I wouldn't have as much luck then, and it would be better to save up my travel money for warmer weather. The times some lovely fellow has given me an STD, I take myself out of circulation for as long as it takes to get clear. It's an annoyance, but necessary. The point is, even though I'm as high-volume a cumdump as I can manage, I don't have to be. It doesn't control me. @CumDump15 - again, I'm not a shrink, but from your post it sounds to me less like you're a sex addict and more like a man who has discovered he doesn't have to live under the repression of shame/guilt/self-loathing he has carried for years about his sexuality, and is looking for affirmation as he begins making up for lost time and enjoying his sex life to the fullest. Look over the resources I linked above, and decide for yourself if they apply to you, but I wouldn't be so quick to label yourself a Sex Addict. @DannyBoyCMH - You made an interesting statement in your reply above. From our conversations and other posts that you've made, you sound like a person with a balanced life who enjoys a very active sex life, albeit as a high proportion of your day, and not addicted to it. Yet in your statement above you say "I have to have sex every single day". Does this mean that circumstances beyond your control require you to have daily intercourse, or does this mean that you feel internally compelled to do so? What would happen if you didn't? If it's the first case, what would happen in the person or people obliging you to daily coitus one day didn't? Or didn't for a week? Or a month? The answer to these questions would point to whether there is an addiction at play (and the addiction might not be yours...).)

A psychologist was quite frustrated with me when she thought she’d had a major insight into my psyche when she said, “so you see intimacy and love as completely separate from sex?” and I lampooned her. I’ve known that about myself since I was a teenager: my closest relationships have always always been non-sexual even when there was a sexual attraction at the heart of them. Does that mean I am, or am not, a sex addict? Nothing to do with it. While I have a healthy libido, I also keep my sex life very separate from my emotional and “real” lives. Very few people have coexisted in both of my “lives” and those that have started as fuck buddies and became non-sexual friends. Can sex become an addiction? I suspect it can. The difference between that a healthy sexual appetite? The ability to recognise and maintain a life distinct from your sexual needs.

Some months ago I had 4-6 occasions with a psychologist. Basically it was absolutely needless, but I was curious about my psyche. The most exciting part of this Proceeding was test with almost 600 items. After the analysis of this, theres was among the findings a statement that I had the disposition of addiction. Not specifying but in general. Because of the fact I don’t use drugs and usually don’t drink alcohol, I immediately knew it had to be the sex. However, if it is necessary I can live without sex for a while. If I have urgent tasks, I never neglect them for the sex. But if I in bad mood or under extra pressure, the sex (explicitly a bareback gang bang for instance) always helps. I don’t think that it depends on the age. The older I am, the more sex I want.

There is more to being a Pig. It's a state of mind. It's a feeling. And as a Furry Pigs and Boars are fucking hot

I went to a bookstore about 30 miles from the house last night. This place has large video rooms and fuck benches in a lot of them. I stripped down to tshirt and briefs and left the door open as i watched a trio fucking on the screen and stroking my hard cock through my briefs. Precum started making a wet spot on the front of them and i pulled them down to expose my cock. Two guys came through the open door and i knelt begore them offering my mouth. I alternated between then keeping a hand on one while suvking the other. One said in spanish that he wanted to fuck my ass so i took off my underwear and leaned over the fuck bench showing my lubed ass. Without any more preliminaries he lined his cockhead up against my hole and then shoved all the way in in once quick movement. I gasped at the sudden invasion and relaxed as he bagan fucking. Both of them got verbal as he fucked my bare ass. As he fucked other guys came in the room, some got hard cocks out as they watched and i told them to save their cum for my ass. After the fiirst guy blew a load in me the second guy rammed his cock hard into my ass and really pounded me hard. He was very verbal, calling me a wjore, a slut, a pussy. He had me tell everyone there i was just a hole for them to use. After he came other guys standing around fucked and bred me. One cum slut licked up the cum running over my balls and down my legs. I stayed there until 1am getting fucked by anyone that wanted to use, never once turning around to see who was in me. When i was leaving the 2 clerks called me over and told me i had not cleaned off their cocks after they fucked me so i knelt and willingly licked and cleaned their cocks off. When i left they gave me a double handfull of tokens for the video machines next time.

Us neg CL posters deserve to get stealthed. Barebacking is stupid, but it's also the only way to fuck! And I, for one, am not going to stop fucking raw cocks! I know I'm going to convert some day. Which one of you will impregnate me? Will you tell me when you do seed with your load of toxic seed or just let me wonder which cock did it to me? In the end, it doesn't matter when I'll get pozzed. My day is coming. I do know that. But if you tell me you seeded me, then you'll have the satisfaction that I'll know it was you. Or, maybe I ought to go to a bathhouse and just get it over and done with. For that matter, I just posted on CL looking for a breeder with a "hot" load. I'm certain someone will get the idea.