Throattopman

As an oral top, that's what I like to give. Especially turns me on to feed a guy poppers until he's going crazy for that load. Then: grab the back of the head, thrust my cock as far down his throat as I can get it, and let that load fly.

Like the subject line says — staying downtown on business. I like anon, blow-and-go, or kicking back and letting a sub work a load out of my cock. Must swallow. Let me see how deep I can blow my load, buddy. For those who are into it/have some experience, gag-the-fag or humiliation scenarios entirely possible. Poppers cool, no T.

I've seen you in action. Impressed. You and I would get along just fine, Tiger.

Glad you like the story. Sorry to tell you I never did fuck Jay. He was primarily a top, but he saw something in me he wanted to bring out as a mentor, I guess. Some of the things he taught me over time were these: - I was going to bathhouses for anon sex. It felt better than "relationship sex" -- I liked the anonymity of it, I liked the predatory nature of it, I liked the no-bullshit aspect of it. I could go from seeing a guy to having him sucking my cock without a word (best case scenario). He taught me that this was just fine, admirable, and that I should enjoy it while I was young. - He taught me that there was nothing wrong with being a top and not versatile in any way. Versatile is not bad, it's just not me. When I tried it I wasn't sure I was gay (I was young) because it felt wrong for me. Jay taught me that was perfectly natural, too, because he felt that way most of the time. - Sounds dumb, but I didn't realize that there were guys who just wanted to bottom the way I just wanted to top, and even better there were men who got off even harder when I treated them like anonymous holes for my cum. This felt great. This felt right. - He taught me that I deserved having my load swallowed and taken. It was a big hard-off when I was getting sucked off by a guy and he would pull away when he felt me cumming, or worse, spitting it out. He taught me there were cocksuckers who could not get enough cum in their throat (or ass) and I deserved to be with them. And that blowjobs that were basically hand jobs with a mouth on the tip of the dick -- fuck that. Balls should hit chins. - I had been smoking since I was 15 — girls hated it and I didn't care. When I turned 18 I went to a cigar shop and had them teach me about decent cigars. Jay didn't care. One of my formative experiences was kicking back on his bed with a beer and a cigar watching bareback porn and having him edge me over and over again. After I came, he shifted down to my ass and rimmed me until I got hard again (I was 20 or so, it didn't take too long) and before long I was cumming down his throat again. All these things were lessons, or, I guess, formative experiences that took things I was already feeling and showed me how to make them real. The first time I really fucked a guy was at Jay's -- but it wasn't Jay. I'll write about that another time.

I lost my virginity at the age of 15, and had girlfriends off and on, so off and on I got a blow job, or occasionally got to fuck a girl, but looking back it seemed as if sex wasn't satisfying - sort of as if I was always, in some unknown way, holding back. In addition, as generally girls didn't want to swallow my load, I found blow jobs less than truly satisfying. Anyway, I was 19 or 20 - legal but not old enough to go to bars. But I was curious about gay bars and once I tried them, I found that the doormen weren't as strict as they were at college bars. It wasn't hard to get picked up and get blow jobs, but I didn't think of any of it as more than blowing a load in a willing mouth. That changed one night when I went to a biker bar and a guy named Jay started chatting me up. He seemed much older at the time (probably 40) and as we talked he cupped my cock through my jeans and massaged it. He was a big, good-looking guy, complete Marlboro man type. Keys on the left, which even then I knew meant he was a top. After a while he asked me over to his apartment, which was nearby. I told him I had no interest in bottoming or fucking of any kind and just wanted a blow job, and he said that was what he had in mind. Jay gave me the first real blow job I ever had. He could take it all the way down his throat in one swallow... it was like he had muscles in his throat that could actually milk the head. Drove me crazy. He edged me for a while and then told me that when I was going to blow I should tell him. Shit, I thought, he's going to pull off and jerk me off. No way. When I said "Shit, I'm gonna come," he grabbed my ass with both hands and sucked me even deeper in his throat. I blew the biggest load of my life straight down his throat -- it was like he didn't even swallow. That was what I always wanted from sex and never found. It was fucking incredible, a complete head rush. We took a break and I had a smoke while he drank a beer and put on some porn. It was hardcore fucking like I hadn't seen before -- a rough top really ripping a guy's ass. Before long I was hard as a rock again and stroking myself. Jay said, "Hey, let's try something different." He laid down on his back with his head hanging off the bed and said "I want you to fuck my throat like that guy" (the guy in the movie). "Don't worry. You can't hurt me. Make me gag on it. Make me take it." He got a bottle of poppers out of a drawer and took four hard hits on it, finishing with putting the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouth hit. By the time he was done he was grabbing for my cock and shoving it in his mouth, groaning. I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth like I was fucking an ass (or a pussy). He just moaned and took it. It started to feel good, so I did it harder. Then it started to feel really good. I went harder. After a few minutes, he coughed and started to choke, and I automatically started to pull out, but he groaned and grabbed my ass, holding my cock in his throat. When he was sure I wasn't going to stop he got out the poppers again and took a couple more hits, then took me down his throat again until he choked. This time I didn't hesitate and pounded his throat. The more he coughed and gasped, the more I fucked his throat. He never touched his cock but it was completely hard. For the first time in my life I felt like this was the way I wanted to fuck -- just using a mouth like a hole. This time when I came I held his head and forced my cock and cum as far down his throat as I could, yelling. When I let go he just curled up on the bed and tried to get his breath. After a while he said, "That's how you fuck a throat, man. That's how you fuck, period." Jay gave me his number and I called him a few days later. Over the next few months he taught me a lot more, including how to use poppers and how to get in the head space where the bottom is absolutely nothing but a hole. There are more stories, but that's enough for now.

Yep. Just ... yep. Years ago I met a guy who had had some very bad things happen to him in his past ... he wanted to be used mercilessly and to have any begging ignored. No safe word. No stop. One of the hottest half hours of my life, one of the most intense orgasms. He cried nonstop afterward — and then he emailed me a few days later to do it again. It was good but nothing beat that first time when we were pretty much strangers.

Because I get off being a top with guys who see themselves as nothing but holes for men's loads. The end.

I'll be there. Lemme know if there's any good parties planned.

At this point, the biggest thing a bottom could do to increase my pleasure is let me whore him out in a bathhouse or gang-bang situation... slip a blindfold on him, stick his ass in the air, and let any dick in the place go up his ass while I orchestrate the scene and feed him poppers to keep him going. Really into taking away all control from a man and turning him into a cum whore existing only for my (and other men's) pleasure. Want to apply? Hit me up via message.

Two. Both involve "coaching." 1. Fly to another city for a prearranged meeting with a willing bottom. Beforehand I advertise his ass on Craiglist, bb boards, etc. We check into a bathhouse, I give him somethng to relax him and put him face down on the bed with his ass pointed toward the door. Open the door. For the next few hours he has to take every dick that goes up his ass. The only relief he gets is from strong poppers, which I control. His cock and his will are nothing; all he is is a fuckdump. When I say it's over, I take his phone, shoot a bunch of photos of his used ass and email a few to myself to post where and when I please. Then I leave. We never see each other again. 2. I train a young top guy how to fuck bare hard -- to tap into his primal instinct and take what he wants, how he wants it. No holding back. It's what many men want but are afraid to do. I'd be coaching him the whole way through the fuck, encouraging him to go deeper, harder, meaner, until he finally has the best orgasm of his life. Once you've had it that way you never want any other.

Went to everyone's favorite bar in New Orleans last night. Upstairs was busy and hot early. Some guy was in the sling getting fucked relentlessly by this fireplug of a guy with a big dick. There was a group standing around watching and one of them was sitting down in the corner. I went over and took out my cock and he started sucking while watching the guy get fucked. It was pretty good but I wanted to feed him poppers and he wasn't into that. Eventually he wanted to take a break so I wandered into the back of the bar. That was more of a scene. A very good-looking guy in a jock was bent over standing up, sucking off an older guy while a tall thin man pounded his butt. Eventually the guy getting sucked guided the guy's mouth to my cock and he sucked me off while getting pounded hard by two different men. No problems with poppers with this one. He'd take his mouth off my cock like he was coming up from underwater just to get a hit off the poppers (Jungle Juice Black) and then dive right back on my cock. After about five minutes I shot my load and he got very excited, taking my cock as far down his throat as he could. Right then the guy fucking him also came, pulled out and walked away. We'd gathered a crowd of spectators so I pulled out of his mouth, patted him on the shoulder and he just reached behind himself, pulling his ass open for the next customer. No words, no introductions, no bullshit, just the way I like it. Went back downstairs, had a couple of beers and went home, balls drained.

Went out to a bar that has a back room Saturday night. Sometimes it's hit or miss (lots of groups of "tourists" standing around being loud) but Saturday it was crowded and very horny. I had a couple of drinks and wandered toward the back. There's a bench in the back and this guy who had been cruising me at the bar (not my type) was sitting on some other guy's dick getting fucked and drawing a crowd. He tried to grab my cock but I enjoyed watching. When he was done he got up and bent over, and one of the men in the crowd was there to shove a fresh cock up his hole. There were a couple of guys in the crowd that got my attention -- both of them taking hits off their bottles of poppers while they watched. One of them got close to me and brushed his hand on my knee, so I moved his hand to my cock so he'd get the idea and grabbed one of his nipples with the other hand -- it was huge, sticking out of his shirt. He got the idea right away and got down on his knees. I got out my own poppers (Jungle Juice black), put it under his nose, pinched a nostril shut and said "Breathe." He took a hit in both nostrils and got really horny. I put it back under his nose and said "Again" (I get off on feeding poppers) and by the time he was done he was flying. He dove onto my cock and took it all the way down his throat at once. I fucked his throat hard and worked on his nipples, which just made him gag on my cock as he tried to take it even deeper. Great cocksucker. Every couple of minutes I'd hold the bottle under his nose and say "Breathe," which he did gladly. After a few minutes we had a crowd. When I had enough I made him take one last hit of poppers and then took my first, deep into my lungs, grabbed the back of his head and fucked his throat for all it was worth. When I felt him gag for real I shot a huge load straight down his throat and held his head there so he was forced to take every drop. Fuckin explosive orgasm, and I heard the guys standing around saying "Take it," "Take it all," "Swallow that fuckin load" and such. When it was over, i helped him up (he was still dizzy), patted him on the back briefly, put my drool-covered cock back in my jeans and went back to the bar. Blow and go, totally anonymous, total top, lots of poppers -- just the way I like it. Only way it would have been better is if I had a cigar and one of those guys had been rawdogging his ass at the same time... I love getting my cock sucked by a guy who's taking a huge dick up his ass at the same time. But no complaints. Love using poppers to turn a cocksucker into a total cock whore.

Sorry -- no emotional connection whatsoever makes my dick hard. Just let me rut inside you, man.

Guys who are into poppers - come join my poppers group. Or just get down between my legs, start sucking and let me feed them to you until you're ready to pass out.

Prefer Phoenix to Rawhide. Any oral bottoms coming to NOLA who want to deep-throat my cock, drop me a line. I've fed cock to lots of guys at the Phoenix but prefer total exhibitionist subs. Let me popper you up and shoot a load down your throat.

Picture says it all... one of my biggest turn-ons is having a totally submissive guy between my legs, worshipping my cock and balls while I feed him poppers at MY discretion. Let me turn you into a sex-hungry animal with my cock down your throat while I force you to hit that bottle until you lose all control. Whoring you out and having guys fuck you in the ass in a bathhouse or hotel room while I drill your throat is even more of a turn-on. Would love to find a guy and use him until he can't even perform sexually without poppers. Want to talk about it? Hit me up.

I can kick back and let you do all the work, or take charge and fuck your throat as hard as you want it -- really into oral subs who get off sucking cock, rimming ass, etc. Anon blow-and-go is great. Swallow is a MUST. Not into fucking guys - sorry - but will be glad to work you over with toys. Also up for group scenes. Very into cigars (optional). Me: 47, 5-9, average build and looks... like a guy you might see at Home Depot.

Last Saturday I was at my local leather bar -- it was definitely feeling more cruisey than usual. This guy -- seemed like a tourist -- was standing next to me giving me the eye. He was pretty beefy and wearing a too-small shirt that showed off some huge nipples. Not my thing, but I reached over and rubbed them. He took a deep breath, so I pinched them and he reached out to do the same. I guided his hand to my cock instead. He felt it through my pants for a minute while I played with his chest. After a minute he said, "Let's go in the bathroom." We got in a stall, I unzipped and put my cock in his hand while I manhandled his chest. He groaned and finally said, "What do you want?" "I want you to fucking swallow my load." He was down on his knees in s second, hitting a bottle of poppers and deepthroating my cock like an expert. After a minute I said "Hit those poppers again." He did and I started fucking his throat while really giving him some pain on his nipples. The harder I twisted them the deeper he tried to swallow my cock. After a couple of minutes I pulled out my own poppers, stuck them in his face and told him to take several hits, which he did until he was really unsteady. Then I grabbed the back of his head and pounded his throat as hard I could. When I shot I held him down on it. No swallowing necessary. Straight down the gut. Nothing feels as good as getting a bottom guy poppered up and fucking his throat without mercy. As soon as I shot he got up, really unsteadily, and got out of the stall before I could zip up. Even better. Hope he got a few more loads in that bathroom that night.

I love the freedom that comes from using a submissive bottom for my pleasure, knowing that he gets off (or will get off later) on being treated like a pure sex object for my orgasm. Some guys practically shoot without touching themselves when you finish fucking their face, shoot a load deep down their throat, then rub their head for a second before zipping up and walking away. Ending the scene abruptly as soon as I get what I want has gotten me lots of repeat play. The true submissive bottoms I've fucked get very frustrated when a top turns his attention to them... it's a major hard-off and ruins their scene. I'm very happy to get my nut whatever way feels good to me and walk away without a word.

I like feeling my cock down every inch of a guy's throat with his chin pressed up against my taint. He can suck like a wild beast if he wants or he can let me whale away and fuck his gullet - I don't care which - as long as it's intense. Nothing worse than a "blowjob" where some guy is sucking the head of my dick and jacking it with his hand. Shit, I can jack off at home.

Top here. I much prefer anonymous sex because I can let myself cut loose and get as aggressive as I want to be (and aggressive as he can take). Plus: with anonymous sex, when it's over it's over. A quick "thanks, buddy" or "good man" and I"m out of there. I've had longer term relationships with strong emotional connections, but if we just met 10 seconds ago and I've got my hard meat hitting the back of your throat -- then that ain't you, and I'm not your emotional connection either. I'm a hard dick; you're a wet mouth. That's it.

I'm a top and I wouldn't do it with someone I hadn't met. The exception would be if I met another top who was in complete control of his partner and wanted me to do it to him (preferably while the top partner watched). If I'm given the green light for this... let's just say I don't want any red lights once it's started. Once when it was over I had reduced a guy to curling up in a ball and crying "Why do I do this...why do I need this..." I didn't have any answers for him. He begged me to do it again but once I'd had him I wasn't interested in doing that again with him. That was his need, and the original time was successful because it wasn't about his needs. This is something best experienced exactly once and exactly once between two people. That holds true whether it's amazing or whether it's a disaster. Something to consider.

Top here. I learned when I was in my early 20s that taking my pleasure meant the bottom would have a good time later. The more I used him to make myself feel good, the more satisfied he'd become. He could go home later and jack off if he wanted - or he could just get his pleasure from servicing a man who knew his true nature. The bottom can work it out for himself. That's his job. He wouldn't be getting used by me if that wasn't his bag anyway. I don't worry about him. I make myself feel good - which makes him feel good in the bargain.

I'd like to whore out a total stranger at an event like IML. Set it up ahead of time on the Internet and meet in his room at the event. Feed him a couple of beers to make him relax. Then lay him on his back and slip a blindfold on him. Make him curl up so I can loosen up his ass with a few fingers and a little bit of lube. Then lay him on his back again, open the door, and let in the men I've arranged. Men who have the right to fulfill any fantasy they want on his body, studly men who have the right to take what they want, how they want it. The one rule for the men: no speaking. Other than that, they can take their pleasure as they like it, wherever they like it. The one rule for the bottom whore: You can't touch your cock or take off your blindfold. Trust me. For as long as it takes. I'd like to sit back with a cigar and a beer, holding his shoulders down and watching as a group goes to town on him. Single, double, whatever, wherever penetration. Cum as you want, where you want as often as you want, while I sit back silently, rubbing his shoulders and calming him down if the scene gets too intense, feeding him poppers on my schedule, not his. Nothing he needs to do but lay back and feel it all, wondering where the next cock is coming from, wondering where the next cock will be cumming. Wondering the next time he's going to feel a hot load on his face or... somewhere else. Wondering how many men there are in the room, what they're doing, if someone might be recording the whole scene. Wondering when he'll be forced to take another hit of poppers, feel dizzy and fall back into the pillow as every guy in the room takes his turn. Or two. Or three. When it's over, every man in the room will have left silently, and I'll take off the whore's blindfold and lead him out of the scene. If he hasn't cum without touching himself from being penetrated over and over again, he would be allowed to suck my cock while he jacks himself. Then I leave too. I'd like to see him again later that night, in a room of several hundred men, wondering who was there, who saw him, who did him, how they did him. I'll know just which ones it was. He won't know. He'll never know.

I don't usually go out to the cruise bar on Saturday - too many "amateurs" (the guys there during the week are there for one thing only). Went out last night, though, and I was glad... The bar has a patio. Way in the back (very little light) were three guys. I got up close and found that two of them were taking turns fucking the third, standing up. None of them was my type, but it made me horny and I got out my cock and started working it. A couple people came out, looked at what was going on, and left. Then a shaved-head guy about 45 came out. He took a look at the three guys but when he saw me working my cock he was right there with a bottle of poppers (good sign). He offered them to me and I took a small hit...then I held the bottle under his nose and made him take a couple of huge hits. When he was done, I shook my head and said "One more", forcing him to take a third big hit, which he did without hesitation (excellent sign). He was on my cock in record time, just sucking it a little, so it was clear he wanted me to do the work, which was fine - I wasn't in the mood to kick back and get blown; I wanted to skullfuck some guy. So I grabbed the back of his head, made sure the whole thing was down his throat and just started fucking his mouth as hard as I could. He moaned hard but was really getting into it, just keeping on the poppers while I pounded his throat. We did this for about 10 minutes. When I had enough and was ready to come I got the poppers out of his hand, took a good hit, then grabbed the back of his head and shot down his throat. No swallowing required. When it was done, he gasped for breath and said "Did you just come?" Awesome. I love that. "Yeah, I just shot a load right down your throat," I told him. I helped him up, he gave me a quick hug, and was gone in 30 seconds. Just the way I like it. If I could shoot a load every night down an anonymous throat I'd be a happy guy.