MeatSword95

My needs are for numbers and variety. The quest to put a whole room down endures. This may be a case of You Had To Be There, but in the moment, the verdict was unmistakable. Bully-ass faggot got the attention he was craving and then some to the point of excess. For the rest of the night he was invisible, he won't step out of station again. The deterrent effect was palpable. And no one would've assumed this was some new norm like "see you next week" or anything. The finality of it was obvious.

I like this dark room party near me and I go pretty often. It's perfect: in a discreet apartment, I'm friends with the hosts and they give me a place to crash after 4 hours of fucking bottoms raw. I like the friendly vibe there. Everyone is nice. Well -- almost everyone. It's my main spot for getting my numbers up. My goals for this year are ambitious: 500 holes. And at 15-25 holes a night in there, I will make my mark on The Bronx this year. The intensity begs attention; as the sound of balls slapping, or cheeks getting pounded, or a grown man whimpering like a bitch, fill the room. The bottoms line up in my corner and the rage flows through all who bend for it. If that sounds fun, good, I'm glad you're still here. But you know: One guy always has to ruin it: Theres this one dude, a muscled-out jock, who you can't bang hard enough, he can't be satisfied. His asshole is some kind of zombie that can't be killed. He's a fuckng bully about it all though. This motherfucker will grab my dick right after I pull out of another dude and before I can wipe off, he's stuffing his hole w my dick. I know how dark rooms be, and how wanna-be tough guys are soft inside, but this (after weeks of occurrences) was getting old. The loser just couldn't take a rejection or a pass, and would refuse to back off or just beg for "a little bit more". One day I keep noticing this odor. I keep checking to see if im clean and each time I do, im fine, but this smell -- WTF?!? Then I noticed every time I pulled out of him, his hole stank like hell. Thoroughly grossed-out I leave and avoid that scene for a min. Last Sunday I went back and of course who to I see: Pushy, needy, bottom-bitch, with the dirty hole, lining up to get fucked when im done w my current hole. I put his legs up, pushed through both holes in one slow stroke and pounded him out till he was thoroughly humiliated. I put all my anger into him using the only weapon I had. I put a load in him and kept going afterward.. I don't think he deserved it, I just couldn't hold my nut while I was pounding that hard. He came, pissed (a little), and told me I was his boss, daddy and everything else he could think of.. he asked for my number and I just wiped off and moved on to the next one. Dude got his guts re-arranged disrespectfully and owned so hard, a crowd gathered. You get pushy; I push back. Bottoms will know their place, or be taught. Real rough fucker over here; rude guys, be warned.

Pounded and choke-fucked a fuzzy, dark skinned, super-short bottom a few times in a dark room the other night. Spent so much of the night stretching him, we were pretty familiar and close by the time I had him gaping. I had him on all-fours on a mattress as I piledrove into him from above/behind with both hands around his neck.By the time I had him hostage like that I was on the way to the finish. Maybe two minutes of strangle-fucking and he got loaded up 10 inches deep. Pure aggression met by submissive gratitude. We kissed afterwards and he took my number. I dont remember his name and I dont give a fuck. Next time I see him, its on tho.

The raw top role is a pretty solitary one. I'm in a dark room a few nights a month these days with several objectives: Get my numbers up, With a target of 500 raw penetrations this year. I don't seed EVERY hole but I do load up many of them. Find/recruit some new regulars. I can't just have somebody from Sniffies in my apartment, I have to meet them in person first. Gaping macho dudes is a treasured pastime. The patience and payoff of stretching a hole out is always worth it. Exhibitionism; Owning a nigga's second hole, all nice and rude and rough, fucking like nobody is watching, is pure satisfaction. I kid you not; a few nights ago someone actually was yelling out "where the tops at?!"-- I l paused for a sec w who I was fucking and literally walked over and pounded his hole out to shut him up. It was getting annoying to hear someone keep shouting that while I was trying to pound bottoms, meet the demand of the room, and keep count. I guess that's my point: That story is super typical. Every scene I cruise has an amount of bottoms that I both enjoy and am overwhelmed by. Wish I knew a raw DL dude like me for group stuff fucking, cruising, and socializing. Can't be 30 bottoms and 5 tops at a party; I can hardly take this on a regular basis. I attend that party and go home in shambles after pounding 30 bottoms in 5 hours.

I seek to gape 500 holes, in parties and clubs this year. It's a moonshot (heh) but I really enjoy feeding this hunger.

I'm feeling a primal surge of anger, and I know just how to channel it. This vibe is not for everyone. Tons of respect for the bottoms that absorb all the force I can expend. Older, masochistic and (preferably crossdressing or caged) experienced bottoms are a white whale these days; and I am Ahab. I seek that man who's ready to match my intensity, to meet my rage with his own. I crave the raw, aggressive energy of a passionate encounter, where we can both let go and release this pent-up fury. I want to feel the heat of his body against mine, to hear his breath quicken as our movements grow more urgent. This is about more than just the hookup; it's about catharsis, finding a release for what threatens to consume all my attention otherwise. As I look here for someone who understands this need, who wants to share in this intense, almost violent release. I need to feel present, to feel the fire of my anger transform into something else, something more primal and satisfying.

Get at me when you arrive in NY, if you’re interested. I got you on that pounding.

Yes. It happens. I've always had my eyes glued to a computer screen, especially as I was growing up, in the nineties. All that to say, I tend to miss my fair share of social cues. I'm almost never aware that a person is hinting or going for something they want if they don't explicitly say it. So who knows how many I've missed? The ones that get through that filter are usually brazen. A few memorable instances: Creepy man show me porn in a donut shop and ask me to do him like that A trans woman offered to (and then made good on) suck my dick on the stroll, one day Dude asked to suck it one morning as I'm getting my coffee before work, I tell him I got places to go and he offers a whopping 20 dollars to sweeten the deal. This used to provoke recoil and disgust before I realized I was bi. These days when it happens I just assume I'm swinging dick visibly in my sweats or shorts, or somebody was just horny and rather forward toward me.

That hotel is major. It has its pros and cons. It hosts conventions often. It's right by a subway hub. Keycard access is needed for the elevators that get you to floors where the rooms are. If you (I guess) wanted to meet them on one of the public floors before escorting them to your room, you could do that. I think floors 2-8 are dining and auditoriums. I'm almost certain you can't get farther upstairs than 8 without a card.

Mine would be to relive certain memories from when I was more adventurous and free spirited: 6 cd/ts girls in a room at a party. 5 would watch while the 6th got fucked, then there’d be a rotation from watcher to bitch getting fcked until I’d gone through ‘em all at least twice. 20 or 30 minutes I’d love to re-enact to this day.

Paul Pressler from Texas is his mentor. It’s been said that Mr. Pressler was a man with certain proclivities for young men and boys in his church and his office. [think before following links] https://baptistnews.com/article/new-court-documents-show-first-baptist-houston-leaders-knew-of-allegations-against-pressler-in-2004/