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Sometimes, things just align perfectly for a quick fuck-and-go Grindr hookup. This one didn’t happen in the big city, but a small Yorkshire town (just bigger than a village tbh) at the edge of the wilds. My partner had spent the day walking the moorlands with a gay men’s walking group – I didn’t really want to join this particular walk, but I said I’d turn up and meet them all for a drink afterwards. I turn up at 3pm as advised, but it turns up they’re all still up on the moors, a bit delayed. Not much doing here, but I find I’ve got an hour (or perhaps more) of time to kill. I jump onto Grindr on the outside chance there might be someone, but honestly if there’s three gay guys within a couple of miles I’ll be amazed. I get chatting to a regular fuck bud back in Leeds who sees me online and wonders if I’m free to go cruising with him. We keep promising to go to the motorway truck stop together on a Saturday night, but it hasn’t happened yet. Hope to tell that story in the future, once I’ve got my fair share of raw trucker cock. Anyway, I digress… Halfway through this conversation, a message comes through: “Looking for fun now?” Face pic. Body pic. Cock pic. Cock pic. All of which I’m into. I check his profile, says vers, another body pics no mention of bareback in his text or hashtags but I’m gonna ask. Also 400m away. At this point, a text from my husband. We’re coming off the moors. Be there in about 30mins. Ok, I gotta figure this out fast. My reply: “Yeah I am, but short on time. Up for a quick raw fuck and go?” He shoots back quickly yes and sends location. I can be there in like 10minutes. I’m going for it. Quick text back to my husband that I might be delayed meeting them all because Grindr. He sends back a rolling-eyes-emoji and says don’t be long. Ha ha I love my life! Ten minutes later, I’m there, and he’s actually waiting by the roadside, because his flat is a bit hard to find from the road. Down some steps, around the garden, past a wall, through patio doors, curtains closed, and straight away I strip. He throws his shoes off, chucks his socks on the bed, pulls his trackies down, and he’s got his cock out. Hot guy, late 20s early 30s I’d say. Southeast Asian heritage, like Malaysian or Indonesian origin maybe, but Yorkshire accent. Long hair in a man bun. Lean-ish to slim. And determined to get off. Soon as I’ve stripped, he pushes me to my knees and I’ve got a mouthful of cock. I normally like to work myself up to a deep throat, but he’s clearly taken my “short on time” seriously. Hands on back of head straight into throat fuck. I like his style. He fucks my skull for a couple of minutes and then: “Get on the bed, face down ass up.” No messing around. He’s not exactly dominating, but of course I do as I’m told. Face down ass up. And my face just happens to fall into his socks. While he’s lubing me up, I bury my face into them, savouring the smell of his feet. It gets me hard. He slides right in me, and again: no messing around. He goes straight from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds, a proper piston fuck. He just wants to get off. Luckily his cock is not massive or this would hurt, not that I would care: instead it feels good. He’s using my body to masturbate with, and that’s the whole fucking point, isn’t it? I dive into the manscent of his socks while making muffled encouraging noises, as he rises to a crescendo, then suddenly stops, pulls out, slips a couple of fingers into me for a minute, before slamming his cock back in and fucking hard. Guess he just wanted to enjoy that hole a bit longer. Well, sure enough, we hit the crescendo again, and I think he’s gonna cum, when he abruptly pulls out and shoves a couple of fingers in again. This time, he finds my prostate and my p-spot dead on, and pinches. I howl. A burst of both pleasure and pain simultaneously. He plays like this for a minute more – I can’t resist but to lift my head from his sweaty socks and moan cos it feels wild. And then: in slams the cock again, and I wonder if this is how we’re gonna go – fuck and fingering, fuck and fingering etc – but this time the crescendo is unmistakeable, and I feel a hot gush inside me. Maybe that fingering made me more sensitive inside to feel it, I don’t know, but it is brilliant. He grips my hips as he unloads into me. We both howl as he shudders behind me, almost as if his legs are about to buckle. My cumdump fag circuits come online and I reach round to grab his ass, and pull him into me, so that he doesn’t pull out right away. “Stay inside me” and he does. My face ‘accidentally’ finds his socks again, and I bury myself in them as he pulls out. And then we’re done. He pulls up his trackies, walks into his on-suite bathroom without a word to wash his cock as I get dressed. He returns once I’m dressed, smiles – and I say thanks, because that’s the right thing for the bottom to do – pulls back the curtains, and guides me with hardly a word back to the road, waves, turns and is gone. The whole thing has been 15 minutes max. Probably take you longer to read this than the time we took to fuck and load my ass up! I hit Grindr, message him thanks again, and start to walk to meet my husband’s walking group. Which is when the jizzjoy really hits. It’s been rising since he pulled out, but I am walking along this edge-of-village/town road with all the houses in the warm spring sunshine, and I just pull off my shirt. Walk the street shirtless like the proud cumdump faggot that I am, grinning from ear to ear, running my hands up and down my activated body, erect nipples, even winking at a couple of passers by who must be thinking – who the fuck is this dirty city boy? Honey, that’s just how the jizzjoy hits me. It’s in this somewhat cumdrunk state that I arrive to meet the group at a coffee shop. Throw my shirt back on in a half-worn disarrayed state, and meet everyone, in a kind of blur. Don’t remember any names. Husband looks at me sidelong, and rolls his eyes, as if to say “What are you like?” I just smile, as if to say “Like this. You know that.” I sit there, my ass thrumming with a stranger’s load, satisfied. That was a perfect hookup, and in quite an unexpected place.

I love this. Exactly how I feel, except in a bathhouse, when it is closer to... Fuck(me)-Unload(in-me)-Next

Already replied to this a few months back, but wanted to match my current mood this time, which is a bitch-in-heat 😉 How do I feel when a top leaves without saying anything after fucking me? I feel used, fucked, treated like a hole to cum in and nothing more. Exactly how it fucking should be. I'm the one who's been given the gift - a real man's cum in my ass - so if there are to be any words, they are mine: Thank You Sir A top has nothing to say once he has cum. Just zip up, walk away or (if at his place) throw me out. Use me. It's all I'm good for.

He he thanks 😉 Thanks. It is definitely my thing. I really shouldn't, but there's few feelings better than my life in a stranger's hands! 😈

Oh I absolutely love guys who are cheating on their husbands/wives or bf/gf. It's quite a thrill, and to be honest, at any one time I might be working on someone 'monogamous' to tempt him to cheat with me on the downlow. Right now, I've got one at the gym, and one on Scruff I'm working on. I really shouldn't but I fucking love it. And yeah, if a blank DL guy pops up, these days it's a yes. If he's cheating, then even better

A big dogpile, all bareback, and all getting out of hand, where I don't know whose cock is whose, but both my holes are in constant use until my eyes roll back into my skull and i'm just a fleshjack to be used. Then: shake myself free of the trance and get active again, riding and sucking cock like my life depends on it, until i'm cum soaked, cum drunk and jizzjoyed. Trance out again. Other guys can do all the chems they like. I'm wild enough without, although if you piss down my throat I'll probably get something from it. Occasionally open to you blowing clouds into my lungs too. But otherwise, just get me high from the cum you all fuck inside me. Oh, in case it's not clear, groups where I'm the only bottom - ha aren't all of us btms just that greedy? 🤣 But yeah, massive writhing dogpile every time.

And just for fun, here's me and my favourite fetish. Download and share, love being exposed as a foot-licking fag 🤣😈

As the title says. I thought of making a poll, but then I thought: guys are a whole lot more variable and imaginative than even I could come up with, so yeah, just an open question... What's the one (or two, or three) kink(s) or fetish(es) that for you are an essential part of having sex, that you really can't live without experiencing regularly at some point? Yes, yes, we all know that this is Breeding Zone, and there is one particular fetish in the Backroom that a lot of us, myself included, are into in a big way. I'm not talking about that one, but other kinks and fetishes, perhaps those that are, in the strictest sense, not even that connected too much to the actual sex act in itself. Tell me about them, tell us why you're into them, tell us what you love to do with that kink... *** For me, my unavoidable #1 kink is to lick the soles of a guy's feet. I don't care where I am, who I'm with - if it's a Grindr hookup, a bathhouse fuck or a cruise bar whatever, I want to get down on my hands and knees and lick your feet. If they're dirty, I'll lick them clean. If they're sweaty, I'll replace that sweat with my tongue and spit, and swallow it down. If they're clean, I'll be your footstool. I love the total submission of it: before I've even done anything else, sucked your cock, let your fuck me - sometimes before we even kiss - I want to get down on my hands and knees, bow my sub faggot head to you, and lick your feet. Debase myself completely. I will also lick your trainers/sneakers, and your sweaty socks are a good way to gag me if I'm making too much noise during sex, or for whatever reason, or just to shut the fag up just because. But I'll be thinking about my tongue and mouth on your bare feet as I do so. *** Another major kink I can't live without during sex is chokeplayu/breath control: I wish I could say I only do this with trusted guys, but actually I will let and/or invite any guy who's fucking me to choke me. My favourite way to do this is when your hands come near my neck, to grab your hand and firmly place it around my throat and squeeze your fingers as a signal. Most guys will then lightly play, with considerable uncertainty, or move their hands away. But every now and then - and I know within seconds - I find myself a hard choker or breath controller, and I instantly know I'm fucked, that I'm gonna be whirring in and out of consciousness for the next however long the fuck lasts. I love it. I really shouldn't. The number of times I'll be out in public and see a hot guy with strong, square, firm hands and knuckles that I could kiss for hours... and I think: FUCK ME those hands would feel great wrapped around my throat. I guess from this I have a hand fetish in addition to feet. But where feet are for me to lick and worship, really hands bring out my deepest, darkest masochistic urges. *** And finally: spit. Just spit on me during sex, in my mouth, down my throat. I can't get enough. One of my favourite dirty things to do during sex if a guy is spitting big gobbets and trails of spit into my open mouth is to grab his hand, wrap it round my throat, then swallow hard so he can FEEL me swallow his spit. A fuck of a good dirty way to combine two major kinks of mine. 😈 OK guys, over to you. Give me your essential kinks and fetishes! 😄

Awww, fuck I'm looking tired there... well it was first thing in the morning! 🤣

Hey guys, just had one of my artworks - "Don't Freak" from 2024 - featured on Recon's FetToonz, which they post on the home page each Saturday. Thought I'd post it here too, just for fun, along with a pic of me with the artwork. Gotta say, fetish-wise, I absolutely love chokeplay and breath control as a sub. It's definitely one of the riskier kinks, and I really should only let guys I trust do it to me. But I don't: I will let total strangers in bathhouses or Grindr hookups choke me - including choke outs - during sex, which I know is fucking stupid of me, but I cannot resist. There's definitely quite a few stories I could tell... Anyway here's the artwork and a playful pic of me. If anyone is in the Leeds-Bradford area and wants to choke/fuck a reckless sub... 😉

As the title says. Recently I found a captioned image of a hot guy taking raw cock in his ass and mouth through a glory hole, which said: “Because I don’t care what you look like, I just love cock.” And I thought: yeah, challenge accepted. That’s exactly what I am in a sauna or cruise bar, so why not Grindr too. So that’s been my theme the past week or so. THURSDAY: Leeds city centre, cruising around for cock in public toilets. Have to be more careful these days as security has gotten high at the shopping centre toilets recently. Also the best place (The Core) recently closed down when the centre itself closed for redevelopment. So I hit Grindr a lot, and always get lucky. Blank profile pops up with a cock pic and ‘Up for fun now?’ I return with two ass pics and a naked pic and “Where?” Well, he wants to meet at the shopping centre toilets with high security and I’m like nope. So there’s a hotel with secluded downstairs toilets just inside reception. A bit famous for cruisers in Leeds as a good place to go to fuck. Not to cruise but to meet once cruising has made the connection. I’ve been fucked there any number of times. Well, ten minutes later, he texts that he’s there, and I go down, see him at the urinals. Pleasantly surprised. Kind of a bulky gym lad, bit heavier than my usual taste but “I don’t care, I just love cock.” He follows me to the end cubicle, I start to strip off for him ready to suck him but he’s straight on it, grabbing my ass: “Don’t have a lot of time” Great, just fuck me then. While I’m lubing up my ass with spit ready for his cock, I notice his wedding ring. Ha ha nice, love cheating guys. I give him my ass and he pushes in like a man keening to cum. As usual in a toilet it’s not a long fuck, and I am pretty much bent over and brace against the cistern and back wall, working my ass to make it nice and tight for him to cum in. But yeah I am waiting for that load. Which comes suddenly, unexpectedly, and explosively. I think I made quite a loud, startled ‘oh!’ sound, because there was quite a lot. He pumps and pumps for a bit, and then it’s obvious he’s done. Zips up. Out of there. Not even time for me to say thanks for the load. Boom, he disappears. So once I’m dressed, exited and standing outside the hotel – and by now flying with his cumdrunk jizzjoy in me – and fuck it hits me hard, this guy had a lot of cum to give, a lot of testosterone! – I text him thanks. The reply I get is brilliant: “No worries, boy. Keep seeing you on here [Grindr] but you never replied before. I’ve wanted to do that to you for ages.” Fuck yes. MONDAY: Another blank profile pops up, this time while I’m at home. “Hi”. Age says 19, ethnicity South Asian. My city has a lot of South Asian and Muslim guys, and they’re almost always on the downlow in one form or another. Can be a bit of a lottery, but most of them are top/vers, a lot of them are hot, they’re often up for an outdoors fuck, and the jizzjoy is strong with them! 😉 Right, so long story short on this one, we arrange to meet outdoors about half a mile away from where I live, on the edge of the city. Honestly I know so many places to fuck round here it’s just stupid. I choose one, based on where he says he is. Want to make it easy for him as possible: I’ll come to you, man. We meet and he’s surprisingly not nervous. Actually quite chatty and camp. Bit chubby. Not actually my type, but anyway here we are. My ass is yours. He seems to want to find the ‘right’ place, and annoyingly, at 10pm there’s a couple of dog walkers along the path at the edge of the park where the trees are. So we walk into the middle of the park, by some railings. And I just suggest it – why not here, man, out in the open? – thinking he’ll say no. He unzips his flies as a reply, to my surprise. So I get down on my knees and start sucking him. Not hugely well endowed but ok, something easy to deep throat. I work it, take off my jacket to reveal I’m not wearing anything underneath – my favourite trick for outdoor fucks on a not-so-warm night – undo my belt to show him my ass, so that I’m damn near naked for him, and keep sucking til I taste his precum. This is where I offer my ass – standard trick in my fuck outdoor playbook: taste precum, offer ass – and he guides me to lean against the railing and shoves inside. I’ll be honest. It’s a clumsy, inexperienced fuck – he’s only 19 – but we all know what I’m doing this for – the stranger’s cum load fucked into my ass. Which comes, actually after about 15 minutes of fuck, reposition, slips out sorry, fuck reposition, and then I feel him at last getting firmer, finding his rhythm, rising and finally fucking properly – til he lets out quite a loud moan for 10pm at night and shoots his teenage load in my ass. Fuck yeah. He’s smiling from ear to ear afterwards – I do like it when they are smiley, it’s sweet – and as I zip up and get dressed, he becomes even chattier. Nice guy. We walk slowly back through the park while he has a post-cumshot smoke, and while I enjoy a gently rising jizzjoy which lasts for my whole walk home and sometime afterwards. WEDNESDAY: On my bike, cruising at Armley Mills again. But this afternoon, nothing doing. So I hop on Grindr, Scruff, BBRT, in the hope of finding someone local. Now on Grindr I have a thing: “ask to see my album, I usually say yes.” And guys do ask, and I do just open up. Blank profiles included. One blank pops up now: “what’s in the album then boy?” Without a word, I unlock, and he’s suddenly up for fun. This happens only rarely actually. Usually I hear nothing more: they’re either not into what they see, or they’ve used it to jack off, maybe even cum. At your service, Sirs! 😉 Anyway, this guy is 1km away, which on my bike is 10-15mins ride. Long story short: send location, ride up, arrive at flat, put bike in hall, straight to bedroom, strip at his command because “I just need to unload”, bend over bed, spread cheeks and wait for him to lube up… …actually I’m a bit annoyed that it’s only gonna be a quick bend-over-fuck cos I’ve lucked out here: tall, lean, mid-30s, dark hair and piercing eyes that says in another context he might be a total dom top selfish bastard. God damn it I want him to hit me hard, smack me about a bit while he's railing me. Ha ha but anyway I digress… … his lubed cock goes in me and fuck it’s about 9 inches. Doesn’t allow me time to breathe before he’s jackhammering me. Well I wanted to be hit hard so here we are. As he rises to an immediate peak hard fuck, I’m trying to breathe hard, but we both know I’m just a hole for him to use, his fleshjack. I’ll cope with the pain and hope it folds to pleasure soon… but of course, for someone like me there is also deep satisfaction and pleasure in the pain. He fucks hard. Ramrod. Jackhammer. Thrust. Piston. Blah blah blah. For someone who wants a quick fuck he’s taking a long time to cum. Doesn’t say a fucking word to me, apart from the occasional fuck yeah, you like my cock in my ass, boy? Other than that, nothing. Ploughing me at a constant fever pitch. It’s actually pretty exhausting and at some point I’m gonna have to cycle home. You know it's a rough, painful fuck when you're having to take your mind off the cock slamming into your ass by thinking about later-on stuff. Bite down in the teeth of his gale: his cumshot’s gonna be amazing. When it does shoot, it’s not the massive flood I was hoping for. I’d love to tell you it went everywhere inside me, that I was howling. But actually I didn’t feel it. Shame. He does fold over my back and moan as he cums and that’s how I tell the deed is done. I know my place in this particular setup without being told. When he stands up, I stand up, say a quick thanks man, and get myself dressed. He sees me out, but I can’t resist quickly dropping to the floor with a “sorry, man, but…” and giving both his bare feet a quick kiss and lick. I kiss and lick the tops, he obliges by lifting one off the floor so I can briefly lick the sole. All of 10 or 15 seconds and I’m back on my feet. Just needed to taste him, and the sweat on my tongue was delicious. After that brief interlude, bike picked up, front door closed directly behind me, thanks to him on Grindr and cycle away. Which is when the jizzjoy hits. I’m on my bike trying to negotiate the traffic-laden main road outside his flat and fuck!! This is strong. He might not have cum a lot inside me, but it is POTENT AS FUCK! My entire cycle home is blurry and horny. I feel like going back to Armley Mills but another part of me just feels: let this one work its hot magic into you: don’t let any other guy fuck this man’s DNA out of you. I kept it inside me for 48 hours. His dom top selfish swimmers are in my body, blood and brain forever now. Fuck yeah. Moral of the story? I usually don’t get much luck with blank Grindr profiles: like I’m not into him at all, but I just want cock in me and I’m here now, so yeah… use me. These last three, I reckon I lucked out a bit, certainly on that last guy anyway. I was definitely into him. But in the end who cares what they look like? I got three loads in my ass from three hookups. That’s the dictionary definition of good luck 😉

Gonna be at Basement Sauna Manchester on Sunday April 13th from opening (12 midday) into the early evening. I'm the lean tattooed guy who goes totally naked, no towel etc. Pics on my profile here for id. I'm jd13 on BBRT as well, Subjack on Recon. Happy for you to stealth me if that's what you like, or say hi so we can arrange something good 😉

I was 14, with a guy who was mid-20s. Met him at the local swimming pool. Only realised I was gay about 6 months before - everyone else fucking knew - and wanted my virginity to fuck off at the earliest opportunity. He made the moves and I totally responded. We saw each other regularly and he taught me a lot about sex, and who I should be in sex. He fucked me a lot of times and even though it sometimes hurt, there was never any time when I didn't love it. He saw exactly who I was and unfolded it out of me. Passed me around a few of his friends too. By the time we fell out of contact when I was 16, I was very sexually experienced, and within a couple of years I was using that experience to make money while at uni. I owe a lot to that man. To this day I'm grateful for those days and nights we spent together.

As the OP said the best lube is cum. Second best for me is spit mixed with precum when I'm giving a guy head. if I taste that precum, I'm gonna offer my ass, then transfer what's in my mouth to my ass for lube. Third best is just spit if we're going straight for the fuck and I haven't been loaded yet. And then yeah, honestly whatever's good. Water-based lube, vaseline, one guy even once used vegetable oil because he didn't think gobbets of spit would be enough. That was weird. I felt like a fucking stir fry! 🤣

Jesus. 372. FFS Thats higher than I thought it would be, and that's having done absolutely nothing on the scat/incest/animal parts of the list - nor would I want to. Ah, except once having sex with a cousin when I was a teen. It was a bit rapey of him, but I counted it anyway 🤣 But yeah, aside from that 🤣 Going through the list, I guess my main point scorer is that I will literally have sex anywhere at any time, with anyone. The item 'Had Sex at Inappropriate Time/Event/Location (E.G Funeral/Wake/HIV Clinic/Memorial etc)'... uhhh yeah I could've given myself at least 50 points for that one, I reckon 🤣 Also, I only gave myself 5 for the last one 'Had Sex with a Convict / Prisoner' as he was on home release with an ankle tag.

I don't really do anything different at a bathhouse that I wouldn't do in a cruising area, or group hookup, except maybe the volume of guys that I will let fuck me in a bathhouse. Double digits of guys fucking me isn't really possible in the cruising areas I go to - even on a good day I'll come away with max 3 or 4 loads in my ass from cruising, compared to 8 to 10 from a bathhouse - nor in group hookups. I do sometimes get experimental in a bathhouse, such as recently taking cock down my throat in the upside-down-head-off-the-edge-of-the-bed-throat-fuck position (fuck that needs a proper name! 🤣) or a good deep rimming of a cum-filled ass to get a taste for myself. That way, if the experiment doesn't work out, I'm with a total stranger in a neutral space and can call stop. Or rather, change, to get the guy off in another way. The one thing I miss though in bathhouses is the opportunity to be filmed during sex. I love the exhibitionism of being fucked in public areas of a bathhouse, but being filmed at some guy's house is a step up. I always tell them to put it online or share it. No phones or cameras allowed in a bathhouse though!

This is beautiful. Just beautiful. The whole thing from start to finish. I connect with so much of it, in particular, that I see myself as both a human sacrifice to the pleasure of all and any other man, as well as a work of art, where being a total skank is elevated into something wild and ecstatic. A fucktoy, and yes a fuckboy too. A fuckedboy! 🤣 I also resonate with this idea that my neural pathways are utterly ruined by so much insemination, but I take that further: I know in my soul that my brain is swimming in the DNA and cum fragments of thousands of men. I know that in some sense, each cumshot in my throat or ass has changed me in some way, that each man who has used my body to masturbate with and ejaculated inside me has exerted some level of subtle control, moving me ever further towards a path of total recklnessness and abandonment. I truly believe this.

My sexual history is filled with guys I fucking hate, but then he gives me the wink and grabs his crotch, and my ass is his completely to use for breeding. I can't resist and/or I don't fucking care.

I don't have a type anymore. I mean, yeah there are a varying set of guys I'll jack off to in porn, depending on my mood, but when it comes to sex and being fucked raw, honestly these days, if you have a cock and you want to breed me - anywhere from a cruising area, public toilets, sauna dark room or play area, or just a Grindr fuckdate who's nearby - then yeah, you're my type. For today at least. I'm literally 18 to 70, and pretty much any body type. Just fuck your cum into me, give me the jizzjoy, mark your territory and you're my type.

I love getting spitroasted with a cock in both ass and mouth. As for ass-to-mouth it depends on the situation. if it's just a regular fuck then probably no, even in a spit roast situation. But if the top guy(s) are being full-on dominating, and hitting my sub/fag reflexes hard, then yeah, I will do as I'm fucking told, like a good sub/fag should. And that includes two spitroast guys flipping me round so each can take turns using one of my holes, or if it's just one gay, flipping round after he's cum in my ass to clean his cock off with my mouth afterwards. But if you're going to be nice to me, and treat me as an equal partner in the fucking - which is fine too, I like that as well - then no, I'm not going ass to mouth with you. You gotta own me and put me in my place for that. Mostly because I'm like 80% sure I'll be coming down with a case of strep throat a few days later. ATm does that to me sadly, and pretty consistently. So only the Dominatingest of Dom Men are worth going through that shit, where I can look back as I chug down some antibios and go - yeah no regrets! 🤣 Also love eating out a cum-filled ass in a darkroom at saunas. But again, I gotta be wild for it because strep throat. Doxypep doesn't prevent this one. Luckily I've had so often the docs just trust me when I rock up reporting it. It seems I have a Very Delicate Throat when it comes to ATM, which is weird because I can take a reasonable throat fucking with no later ill effects. Oh well, one of life's little mysteries...

I wrote a whole load of stuff in the recent 'No Gag reflex' thread, starting here - but yeah basically a lot of practice with silicone dildos and real cocks, as well as a couple of neuro tricks and psychology of not caring when the gag reflex does fire off 😄

Yeah fair. We all have different counting methods. As I say, for me, if another cock had gone inside me in between times, I'd count it differently, but it really was only about 5 minuts of that horny chatter before I'd worked him up to get in me again. But yeah we all count differently, fair point. 😆

That sounds like one fuck to me, not four, but what a hot fuck. Nice, man! 😉 For me, if it's multiple fuckings from the same guy, but only one cumshot inside me, then it's one fuck, and one on the load tally. If he cums in me multiple times, say three times, in one session, then my load tally goes up by three, but it's still one fuck. If I'm at a bathhouse, and he fucks me, goes away, comes back fucks me again (and in between times, I've been fucked by others), regardless of whether he or the others have cum in me, I'll call that two fucks (plus however many others have fucked me in between times). Recently, in a sauna bathhouse, a guy fucked and bred me in a darkroom (one fuck, one on the load tally), we stopped, kissed, did a lot of horny chatter til he got so horny he fucked and bred me again (still one fuck, but two on the load tally). Of course, everyone does it differently and it's up to you, but there it is: JD's Quick Guide For Counting Fucks And Load Tallies! 🤣 And for the darkroom fuck guy, see this link, scroll down to the section titled 'Max' 😉

Totally agree on Vault 139. I used to visit London all the time, and would attend the Naked Thursday nights. I'd actually rock up a couple of hours before the Naked part started and stay late. Haven't been for a few years, but I do remember the glory hole areas being busy. There was a dark corner at the end of the corridor next to the booths where I have a lot of good memories, mostly about being pinned into that corner and getting fucked and bred. The barrel area as I recall really came into action on the naked nights. Lot of opportunities for public fucking there, although the bar area was good for that too. One Saturday night, I got belt-whipped in public view in the bar area, before the Dom guy who whipped me turned me over to the crowd for a gang fuck. That was... actually a bit beyond wild. One of the few times I got scared about what might happen next. The belt-whipping was a totally spontaneous event, and lots of people were like wow! The staff, however, were like meh! Seen it all before. Totally unfazed. Anything can happen at Vault, and in my experience, it often did. I gotta get back there sometime soon