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One of the very worst things I did was back in 2014. Was seeing this fuck buddy who I knew was cheating on his bf. Didn't care, neither did he. He used to fuck me on the bed he shared with his bf. We'd meet about once every couple of weeks. Third or fourth time, he showed me a picture of his bf. Fatal mistake: I didn't let on but I knew him socially. Next time I saw the bf out drinking, I put the moves on him. Long story short, he ended fucking me in the very same apartment - but not in the bedroom - that I had been visiting for weeks. I had both of their numbers on my phone and started meeting both of them - guy #1 at the apartment and the bf (guy #2) would come to fuck me outdoors near me - semi-regularly. This went on for two months. Fairly abruptly, they both broke off contact and I got the sense both had blocked me. I decided not to go to that particular bar for a while. Three or four months after that, I started to go back there and I heard that they had broken up. About a year after they broke off contact, some random guy came up to me in the same bar, told me he was guy#2/the bf's best friend, and then punched me off my chair 🤣 Best punch i ever fucking took. Right in the face. Deserved it and more. Guess they had figured it out after all! I really really shouldn't have done it but... y'know *shrugs* 🤣

You're right. That is exactly Doctorow's definition of 'enshittification' right there, in the experience you report. I may have been overly optimistic in saying 'three to five years'

I definitely got this from felching cummy holes on Sunday in the sauna! 🤣

True enough. I'm fine with STIs turning up, especially given my sexual behaviour. But strep throat? Ick, please no, not again! 🤣

I just bought a new chastity device, a Cobra Resin Cock Cage. Tried wearing a plastic one - can't remember the brand, but supposedly good - a couple of years ago, but it broke while I was on a run. God knows how - I'm not that well endowed! So I bought a metal cock cage and it was too big. Abandoned the whole project til recently, when I was speaking to a foot-and-chastity Dom on Grindr. So, we try again. Have made a list of dares and goals: go cruising while locked up, go to a sauna bathhouse locked up and collared. Want to put myself in training so I can participate in this year's Locktober. It arrives tomorrow. Can't wait.

It isn't. He sees me going downstairs from the gym to changing rooms, knowing I will get naked before putting trunkies on ready to jump in the pool, steam room or sauna, and he follows me. I sometimes catch his eye as I am leaving, specifically as an invitation. I am getting close to saying, when completely naked in front of him, 'By the way, it's yours if you want it...' I'm gonna have him There's another guy on Scruff who got in contact with me. Monogamous relationship etc. Wants to cheat but needs convincing. I have been doing that work, encouraging him to cheat, with me or someone else. He has been actively participating and loving it. My last message to him yesterday was: "You really should block me. I get off on corrupting monogamous guys like you." ...which is probably a deeper truth about me than all that earlier spiel about ethicality. I'm gonna have this one too. I don't fucking care.

Well sometimes I can take that unethicality to a different level. There's a guy I've been chatting to at my gym for several months now. He's in a monogamous gay relationship but we're obviously into each other and we've both acknowledged that. Several times he's 'caught' me in the changing rooms (he times it well), and I've made sure each time to continue our conversations while stripping off naked. Noticed on each occasion, he's sat down, with an obvious boner, while I'm shaking my ass at him if I have to turn around. I really shouldn't be doing this tbh, but yeah on some level I kinda feel like... I'm working on this guy. I'll make it happen. And it's a bit of a thrill to be steadily corrupting and tempting him. I really fucking shouldn'r but... hey, I am who I am. I want him to fuck me 😉

I'm in an open relationship, but I have absolutely no problem with getting fucked by guys in monogamous relationships, whether with a man or woman, on the downlow. I do it all the time. I admit I get a thrill out of it when a guy is cheating with me, even though another more sensible part of me thinks that I am participating in his unethical actions. But all too often I can't resist.

Not Recommended!! Hydrogen peroxide (I assume he got it from hair dye) has the potential to be extremely poisonous!

I agree with other bottoms here than being fucked raw by a guy with a PA is just an outstanding feeling. Whatever the practicalities re: the piercing etc, it will attract bottoms to you like moths to a flame! 😉

Grindr is always very fickle, and I've noticed that process intensifying in the past year. I put this down to the fact that Grindr is entering a process of severe 'enshittification'. This is a concept from Cory Doctorow to describe systematic decline in online platform and social media quality, in which user experience is first sold to advertisers, then both user numbers and advertising revenue is shaken down for the shareholders. Facebook is, for example, terminally enshittifed now. But you can see that Grindr's use of adverts which hijack the whole screen, and their random and sudden appearance mid-usage, or when typing/exiting a message... that's exactly the enshittification that Doctorow speaks of, and makes Grindr increasingly annoying to use. Wiki page on enshittification here: [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enshittification I give Grindr about three to five years before it becomes functionally unusable. There's a reason up-and-coming apps like Sniffies ar ebeing talked about so much these days...

A little update to this post. I've been using this mouthwash method post-sauna-visit for months now, and it's worked every time. However, this past Sunday I decided to get experimental at Basement sauna in Manchester. Post link below for details, but it included ass to mouth, taking an upside-down-lying-prone throat fuck, and felching cum out of another bottom's ass (twice). Yesterday I realised I was getting a strep infection in my throat, for the first time in a while. Probably from the cummy rimming, but perhaps from the throat fuck. Anyway I followed the mouthwash protocol above as I always did but I still have a strep throat infection now. Luckily, I've managed to get antibiotics from the docs this morning, because my medical records are covered with events like this. So when i come in reporting yet again, they tend to trust that I know what's happening with my own body. Also, yay, free healthcare! 😄 So, the update is: the mouthwash thing works if you're just sucking cock in saunas. It probably won't cover you for rimming, ass to mouth or felching if, like me, your throat is actually a delicate sensitive little flower! 🤣🤣🤣 Here's the post...

"I have a very particular set of skills, which can make things very pleasurable for someone like you. I promise you: I will hunt you down, I will find you, and I will blow you" 🤣🤣🤣

One of the best compliments I ever received about how my ass feels to fuck was this: your ass felt like silky velvet when I fucked you The most amazing thing about this was the compliment was given five years after the guy fucked me. He recognised me on BBRT from my back tattoos alone and wrote to me to say that. I remembered him immediately from a 2019 trip to Vault 139 in London, and returned the compliment: being fucked by him felt like lock and key, a perfect fit. Which it was.

Total bottom here so I didn't fuck but I did get fucked the first time I went to a bathhouse. Base Leeds. I saw this guy in the cafe area reclining on one of the sofas. Long bodied, lithe, and with the most stunning feet I ever saw. As I made my way up to the cruising area upstairs, I thought: I'd be happy just to lick his feet for a while. I made a mental note to cruise him when he was done in the cafe area. Well he must've seen me too, because no sooner was I upstairs than he was behind me a cruising me hard. Almost immediately I followed him into a cubicle. I got my wish: after kissing for a bit and sucking him, i got down and started kissing and licking his feet. He responded by rubbing his feet into my face and dominating me. This segued quickly into him spinning me onto my front and humping my ass. Back then I wasn't a barebacker, and he put a condom on to fuck me. I remember the fuck being amazing and dominating... think he brought his arms around for a wrestle choke paert way through, so I was blurry and high by the end. I remember when he came - inside the condom - I was so turned on, I really wanted the condom to break so that it would spray inside me. This was three years before I started barebacking, and only weeks after my partner and I had decided to become open in our relationship. All the seeds of my emerging babrebacking life were there. Getting fucked by a stranger, and praying for that condom to break.

I saw this thread last week, and I thought: challenge accepted. Needed to debase myself and get skankier. Try something new. Made myself a quick list: "Drink piss from a urinal or toilet after a guy has used it. Start with just dipping fingers, but graduate to getting your head down there and properly drinking. Also, don’t use tissues to clean up a piss-covered toilet seat: use your mouth and tongue." Well next day I went down to a public toilet that is a known cruising place. No one about. As luck would have it, the first cubicle had a toilet with a fresh load of piss in it. Still foamy. Went in, locked door, pulled cock out, and got straight in with dipped fingers to taste it. Tasted fresh, and fantastic. Got me hard. There was piss all over the toilet seat too, so I licked that off next. Didn't like it much as I could taste cleaning chemicals. So I went for the graduation. Tried to get my head right down there but couldn't reach. So I scooped my hand down and started lapping it up like an animal from my own hand. Felt so primal. Kept going for a couple of minutes, lapping away and making a lot of noise as I drank it down. Had to physically stop myself in the end, as I was immediately addicted. So fucking good and dirty. Walked out of there with a piss covered mouth and dripping off my chin. The taste of a complete unknown man's piss in my throat and on my tongue. Washed my hands, but left it dripping off my face and walked back out into the city feeling fucking nasty. Thanks for the suggestion guys. I'll be doing this again!

I need to find the courage to do this. I'm 90% there. Several times, I've been handed a beer bottle obviously full of piss, and have proudly and openly drunk it in front of everyone at the bar. Handed it back to him and asked for a refill. But never walked up to a guy in a bar with an empty bottle of my own and a thirsty determination. Challenge accepted

It's a long shot, but if you're ever in the UK, my ass is yours. "I would love to fuck my jizz into you" is always pure poetry to this cumdump's ears. And my hole 😉

I always try to be the best little slut for the Real Men 😉

Oh yes, one more thing: when he cums, he will shoot it deep into the base of your throat, not the top or your mouth, but he will still be fucking you, as that just feels good for him. And once he stops fucking your throat, he will hold it in there for a while. That cum will probably be unswallowable from the base of your throat so will hover there for up to a minute while he finishes using you. I managed to hover on the edge of a major gag for that whole minute with this cum just sitting there in a really unusual place. The sensation was odd, but I knew if I tried to swallow I would just choke. So I held it there gently, waited for him to fully finish with me and pull out, then was able to rise it up to the top of the throat to swallow. A strange sensation, but actually a really satisfying one. But worth noting, as its oddness was unexpected.

Thanks, I am very fucking happy about it. I wanted to try, to puysh myself a bit but genuinely didn't think I'd manage it. That I did, enough for him to shoot down my throat... well, give me a fucking medal 🤣 Pin it to my naked chest, cos I'm a bit of a masochist and would enjoy the pain! 🤣 Anyway, yes, maybe I might have a bit of advice on what I learned. First, maybe read my account in the 'Your Last Load' section. Link here. The relevant section is 'Mark'... ...I would say, that if you have already learned to deep throat and take a decent skullfuck on your knees, you may find that this skill is already within range. The biggest issues are disorientation and breathing. Disorientation: instead of being upright and on your knees sucking cock, you are basically lying with your head upside down. His balls are going to slap you in the face and his legs, from your perspective, are heading skywards. Its weird, but I just shut my eyes and eased myself into my steady determination to do this. Breathing: For a lot of the time it's going to be difficult to breathe. If you catch your breath when you can, it's ok. But if you're the kind of cocksucker that moderates your gag reflex through regular breathing, this is going to be a tough one. I like breath control, I love being choked during sex, so being unable to breathe at times wasn't uncomfortable in itself for me. But being unable to breathe to moderate any rising gag reflex was a bit of a problem. To help, at one point I grabbed his hand and put it on my throat. He respinded by pressing down hard as he fucked my throat. This became a familiar sensation for me, having a hand round my throat... I realise that not everyone will find it so comforting as they aren't into being choked. But there it is for me! 🤣 Finally gagging: it will happen, and you have much, MUCH less control than even a regular on your knees skullfuck or deep throat. There is literally no control at all. But as ever I put myself in a state where I accepted it, I didn't mind if I gagged, and I leaned into it when it happened instead of recoiling. At one point, during a particularly bad gagging moment, I opened my eyes, brought my hands round to grab his ass, and plunge his cock to full, deep penetration into my throat and held it there a full 20 seconds, knowing I wouldn't be able to gag while this was happened. When I released, that gag reflex had been hammered down! 😄 Thats all I think. I can't say I mastered it, but I was surprised how accessible it was for me. I will admit his cock was very deep throatable, long shaft and eight inches. God only knows how I might cope with a girthy cock, or say ten inches and huge. But I am ready, and willing to learn. Good luck, hope some of this was helpful! 😄

Spent another Sunday afternoon in Basement sauna Manchester. It was a wild time despite disappointments, and not as many loads as last time – 5 in my ass, 3 in my mouth – but I did get a bit experimental on this visit. First up, the disappointments: I had arranged to meet up with two guys, but they both flaked out on me. I can’t tell you any more about them here because that kind of story belongs in the Backroom, but since neither of them actually showed up, there’s not any story to tell… Moving on, some highlights… Mark: A sweet guy, mid 20s twinky kinda guy. Very sexy, probably too young for me but he hit on me and I used my body to draw him in. We went to a cubicle and kissed for ages with all sorts of body contact, with occasional bouts of chatting. I offered him to fuck me but he said he was safe only. No worries, how about I suck you? I’ve only recently got back into my deep throat skills, and I gotta say, his cock was beautiful, firm, long shaft, and eight inches – perfect for me to practice and hone skills, and hopefully for us to both enjoy what I’m giving. Within a few minutes I had his hands on the back of my head, offering him the skullfuck. He was tentative at first, but started to thrust firmer, shooting big drips of precum down my throat as he did so. Then, at a natural pause, I offered something that I’ve never done before. I told him I wanted to hang my head off the edge of the fuck bench so that he could fuck my throat. I said I didn’t know if I could do it, or for how long, and if I had to stop, we could carry on just doing what we’d been doing. Said he was fine with that as he was loving that anyway. So with my fingers crossed, I hanged my head off the edge of the mat/fuck bench and let him plough my throat. Again he was tentative at first, but then I felt his hand firmly pressing against the top of my throat, pushing down and starting to thrust. I got so excited I forgot to focus and gagged but he didn’t stop. To suppress the gag I reached up, grabbed his ass and thrust him deep into me so I could swallow that cock fully. Lean into the gag and it will pass. It did. Released my grip on him, and the hands went back to my throat for a good hard throat fuck. He fucked harder and harder until he shot his load deep down my throat and kept fucking for a bit. I was hovering on the edge of a gag again with a throat full of cum, but I managed to control it. Eventually he pulled out of me, leaned down for a big deep kiss and I was able to swallow his cum down into me. Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t really speak at first, but I was so fucking happy I achieved this! And so, I think, was he. The whole thing lasted about five or ten minutes max, but I really felt I achieved something brand new here. And I’m still flying about it. I hope I get the opportunity to do that again soon! *** Rimming and Felching: I had promised myself on this visit that I would find a way to go deeper into my new-found love of rimming (despite being a total btm), to find at least three asses to rim, and hopefully felch some cum out of. The first ass I rimmed was Mark, the twinky guy above, after he had throat fucked me. It was the most perfect shape, and tasted great. Tried to give him a good tongue fucking despite my inexperience. Next up was a guy in a sling taking loads. He was actually the boyfriend of the Toymaster from a previous story of mine. I asked if he had any loads inside, and when he said yes, asked if I could have a taste. Got down on my knees and gave him the best rimjob I could muster with my few skills. Mostly I got my tongue deep enough inside to taste the cum. That was fantastic. Third guy was in one of the dark rooms. We were both getting fucked on one of the round tables, and as we were facing each other, we started to kiss, gripping each other’s hands and arms to connect. Then, strangely, he lifted his hand up to my face and put his fingers in my mouth. I licked and swallowed them eagerly. Then he put his hand over my nose and mouth to squeeze them tight. This was an unexpected surprise – a bottom who likes to breath control other bottoms. Wow! Of course I leaned into this and submitted fully. Anyway, we were both covered in sweat by the time our respective guys had finished with us. We were about twenty minutes like this I’d guess. On my fuck during this, see below. A bit tranced out from the fuck and the breath control, I walked round the table, grabbed the bottom’s ass and plunged my tongue deep into his freshly fucked hole. Wanted to tongue fuck him deep, almost as a thank you for the breath control, and worked that hole until I started to taste the cum. Swallowed a bit down. I could tell he wanted me to fuck him, but later, once we’d both left the dark room, we connected and figured we were both pure bottoms. Didn’t stop me asking him to bend over in the corridor so I could have another taste! *** The Hidden Cumshot: While guy #3 above was happening, I was getting fucked by an older guy (I think – it was quite dark), and somewhere between the bottom guy breath controlling me and the rhythm of my top’s fuck I glided into a real nice trance. The rhythm was slow and deep, like a rower, and he didn’t stop for about 20 minutes. All good. At the end, I thought I felt something happening inside me, but he gave no sign whatsoever of any sighs, moans or howls of ejaculation. But I kinda sensed something happen… and an unmistakeable wave of jizzjoy. The trance meant I couldn’t exactly find my words. I wanted to ask ‘did you cum in me?’ but the words were blurry. I probably sounded high, which in many ways I was. He just tapped me on the shoulder, said thanks, and left. Well, I got on with rimming guy #3 and then left the darkroom. Ran almost straight into two guys in harnesses who’d obviously just arrived. Got chatting, and of course I offered them both my ass for a warm-up. One of them rimmed me before fucking me, and said ‘mmmm, fresh cum in there, lovely’. So yes that guy had cum in me. I need to trust my senses and my jizzjoy more. A hidden cumshot, nicely stealthed into me without a word, or breath, or even a sigh. Clever man. *** ‘444’ Guy: Now, this happened right at the end, and was a total surprise. Throughout my visit, there was this unbelievably sexy guy, lithe with just the right amount of muscle, perfect golden skin of (I assume?) a biracial guy, and the numbers ‘444’ tattooed in small type on his chest. I don’t know what this means. Anyway, there’s a certain type of guy in saunas who, when confronted with the actions of an uninhibited sauna slut like me, just looks on in judgement and disgust. Won’t even speak to me. Just stay away. I thought this was him, but it turns out I got him all wrong. And I’m so pleased I did. As the sauna started to empty out a bit by 5pm, he and I were among the twenty or so guys remaining in the cruising area. And I got the subtle sense that the sidelong glances he’d been giving me all day were not judgemental looks, but that in a very quiet kind of way, he was cruising me. And that he had in his circumspect, subtle, and – as now I began to see, or hope – with his firm-of-purpose discerning gaze, he’d been cruising me all afternoon. I actually needed to leave the sauna at this point in time for my train, but I couldn’t let this go. There would be another train. I decided to lean in and respond to his cruising. He did not look away. I walked into another area: he followed and sat down, gazing firmly, then got up and walked into the cubicle area. I followed, and he quickly grabbed my hand and led me into a cubicle. Once inside, everything changed. He took a firm hand on me as I climbed inside, ensuring that I remained on my knees as he stood over me. Wordlessly fixed me with that same gaze, took my head in his hands, opened my mouth with his fingers and glided his cock in one single movement from my lips to the back of my throat. He’d been watching me in action, and clearly knew what I was capable of. We went from zero to skullfuck in under twenty seconds. He pulls out and regularly bends down to kiss me, then whispers “are you gonna be a good little slut for me?” My heart leaps: “Yes, Sir” The truth has been established and I love it. Some more skullfucking and body worship, then he pushes me backwards onto the floor, firmly takes my legs and puts them on my shoulders and glides into fuck me. It’s like a dance where he is the leader. He dominates, but it is all action, intention and gaze. Few words, and those that are spoken are quiet, and all the more masterful for it. It’s amazing. The fuck is firm, hard and with the same rhythm of the skullfuck. He glides, but pushes deep into me and the top of each thrust, never taking his eyes of my face. Brings my feet around to kiss them at one point – I feel his cock stiffen inside me – but never looks away. “Mmm, that’s a good pussy you got.” Again, my heart leaps. I accept feminisation as part of submission during sex if it’s done well. And he does it so well. If you call my hole a pussy or a cunt, if you call me girl or baby girl, I will call you Sir as much as if you’d called me boy or fag. “Thank you Sir” He spins me round into doggy position and mounts me, pushing deeper inside than before. Here he starts to get more verbal, as his excitement starts to rise into a crescendo. “You like my cock in your pussy?” “Yes Sir, do you like my pussy, Sir?” “Mmm, baby, yeah” The fuck continues in this same firm, gliding rhythm with a hard push at the top of each thrust, sometimes pulling right out to glide back in and really let me enjoy the full extent and flavour of his shaft and movement into me. Then suddenly… “Want me to come in your pussy, baby? Want me to cum?” “Yes Sir, YES SIR” “Beg for it baby” And of course I do, begging Sir for his cum in my pussy, oh baby yeah, please Sir please Sir, my voice getting higher in part from the fuck thrill, and in part from this deep urge to please his every need, to sound like the babygirl he needs to breed. When it comes, his cumshot inside me is MASSIVE, and he pumps it into me with energy and intention, folds over my back as words pour out of me: thank you thank you thank you Sir. I am beyond thrilled. (Sixteen hours later his cum is still inside me. I need to fully absorb this man's essence into me. I need his DNA inside me forever) Once he pulls out, I offer to do something I don’t often do: “Can I clean your cock please Sir?” He agrees, and once again, his still-hard cock glides into my mouth and straight down my throat, but this time the intention is that I clean him up. I taste cum at the back of my throat as the wave of jizzjoy starts to hit. Again. With the cleaning done, he’s about to leave, but I get down on all fours and kiss his feet. He lifts each one up so I can lick the soles, then places one on my face and presses me to the floor. I am right where I belong: ass full of cum, ass and mouth freshly fucked, under his feet. He now moves to leave. Once again I say “Thank you Sir”, and I vow to myself to remain on my knees as he makes his exit. I will not stand before this man. He gives me a look of deep approval – wordlessly – and leaves. I am beyond thrilled, and spend a bit of time in the cubicle on my own, jacking off and enjoying the intense jizzjoy. Then it’s time for me to leave the sauna. I should’ve gone half an hour ago. As I walk through the café area, I see him sitting with his feet up. As I pass, I get down to kiss both of his feet in public view, and again “Thank you Sir”. He smiles a big beaming smile. I’ve served him well. We’re both happy.

I responded to this already above, but I have a thrilling update! At the sauna yesterday I managed to do this for a guy for the first time. Hanged my head off the edge of the mat/fuck bench and let him plough my throat. He fucked harder and harder until he shot his load right into my throat. Tears were streaming down my face. I was so fucking happy I achieved this! 😄

Fuck, man. I can deep throat on my knees or take a good rough skullfuck, but I've NEVER been able to master this position, which is next level for me. If you have any tips or words of advice that can help me, I'd be so grateful x

Yes it was, to a certain extent. I remember one guy I met on Suma Beach took me back to his apartment in Nishinomiya, and it wasn't long before he was inside me. Back then I was quite strict about condoms, but when he apologised for not having them (very Japanese reaction!) and pulled out, we got on with other things, but he was soon back inside me again. This time I didn't stop him, which in some ways was quite a non-confrontational Japanese reaction on my part! That said, any guy I picked up from the Explosion club in Osaka, it was condoms or oral sex all the way. Osaka is pretty cosmopolitan, and a lot of non-Japanese went to Explosion, so I guess that global concern about HIV/AIDS in the 90s rubbed off on the Japanese regulars there. But elsewhere, yes. Mostly bareback. The further away from cities, the more likely it was no condoms. Remember meeting a guy whilst on a ferry down to the far west (he lived in Shimonoseki). Invited me to his for the weekend once I was done touring Nagasaki and Fukuoka. Introduced me to his girlfriend and his football team mates, then went back to his apartment, drank whiskey and he fucked me raw for the night. Once again, apologised for having no condoms but wordlessly insisted his way into me anyway. I was drunk and pliable, and he was sexy, so any strictness about condoms went out the window. i did worry about that when I returned to the UK, but also thrilled about it. Anyway, that was just Japan!