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There was a great story about a guy who is using drugs and taking loads from Poz tops. His wife finds out and leaves him and he somehow ends up dragging her into it as well. Its not "Fantasy, making his wife watch" (which is an excellent story) but this one is a good deal darker.

I'm home visiting my family and I knew that this place was pretty dry ( I grew up there after all). When I arrived I was pretty excited that Grindr and Sniffles were pretty active. Well after a few days and a bunch of flakes, nada. Well being my last night here, I tried again and boy did I got the jackpot. Good looking guy, late 30s, a nice thick 8" cock. He invited me over and greeted me at the door smoking a cigarette. He gestured me to the back and had a porn going. He encouraged me to get comfortable. We both stripped down and he was already almost hard. He asked me if I wanted to get on the bed or if I wanted to suck his dick which I did. Dude was leaking precum like crazy and it wasn't long till he passed me some poppers which let me swallow it all down. A few minutes of this and he directed me to the bed, on my knees and with a quick swipe of line he pushed into the hilt. The first load probably only lasted fifteen minutes but it was intense. We chilled for a few afterwards. Round two starts on his chair with me bouncing up and down until back to bed where he had me folded up like a cheap lawn chair for about thirty minutes until he blew a second load in me. Excellent and we are going to meet up tomorrow for a final load before I head back home.

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Yep. Condoms are an immediate NEXT!

Hell yes. Most of my formative sex experiences were in tea rooms. In fact, I don't think I fucked in anything that didn't have a concrete floor (or the inside of a car) until I was in my 20s.

I've been pierced for something like twenty years at this point so my memory on the piercing itself is a bit hazy. I remember it was one hard pinch of pain and then that typical post piercing throb. Healing went really well and should generally for the piercing because your own urine is almost sterile. Stretching, as others have noted was far more painful and at one point I was up to an aught gauge but I more comfortably sit at a 2 these days. Why did I get it? Well, cause I wanted it and its fucking hot. That little extra jiggle as your dick moves naturally always reminds me that its there. When I'm hard that jiggle is even more pronounced and whether I'm getting my dick sucked, stroking it, or getting my ass pounded the feelings are so damned unique. Its even hot having cum ooze out of both the tip and the piercing hole. It also looks great too.

Not to be an ass but who are you to decide what's real and not? I mean seriously, some of my stories would probably fall in the realm of extreme fantasy but I'm keyed like that and I used to do a lot of drugs. Simply put, I never made the decision to use condoms. I've had exactly one wrapped cock in me since I was fifteen and to be honest, it was unpleasant and it hurt. I finally convinced the other guy to try again without the condom and I doubt he ever went back willingly either. I've been incredibly lucky as I spent my earlier years with numerous loads blown inside me with some very dicey situations and I never ended up catching any STI, let alone HIV. Worst thing I had was a round of scabbies from disgusting ex-roommate whose idea of cleaning the house (or himself) was pushing it under the kitchen cabinets and forgetting about it.

I found the best way to train my hole wasn't to keep getting bigger and bigger toys (that came later) but was to find a toy large enough and long enough to just push into my sigmoid comfortably after the last inch or two. I kept trying bigger and bigger toys at first and was running into the same issue as you, where I couldn't stuff that last inch or two comfortably. Once I trained my hole so that getting past the sigmoid was normal and expected, then I could bring out those other monsters I had previously purchased (and boy do I have some monsters). Another duh moment for me was the bigger I went, the more flexible and floppy the toy. I also discovered that while I enjoy depth, what I was really looking for was width. Yeah, hitting mid forearm is great but two fists is fucking ecstasy.

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Yep. Quite a bit of experience. I'm more of a width person than a depth person (though depth does have its place). I can typically take one fist but have been known to enjoy two on occasion. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I'm into big toys as well.

Jlube typically.

I was at a sex party. The first guy I met and I think the one who invited me to the hotel romp basically dragged me in the door and had his cock down my throat within seconds it seemed. I like to think that maybe he was waiting for me to arrive considering how hot this guy was. After he'd fucked my throat a bit, he pulled me up, turned me around and started tonguing my ass and getting me ready for his cock which was under normal circumstances fairly thick but had a head on it like a damned fireplug. And he's fucking me hard but he pulls out and asks me to follow him to the bathroom. So we slide past the other people fucking and go into the bathroom where he says, "I want to finish but can I piss up your ass?" At this point I would have agreed to anything with this dude's cock and of course let him piss up my ass after he came. Later hookups with the same guy got me pissed on, pissed in, and drinking straight from the tap.

Wow, 351. I feel good but LOL, should I feel bad?

I'm mostly a bottom but I do top occasionally. My preference is for a hole well eaten, sucked on, then stretched so that when you slide into its more like a mouth. Its even better if I get to be sloppy seconds. And I much prefer my hole well used.

Jeez mate, you aren't Navy are you? That ass looks suspiciously familiar.

Change your diet. Perhaps things like Metamucil, Miralax, and Chia seeds can provide temporary assistance the all-time winner to make sure your gut provides easy to clean out fecal matter is to eat a more fibrous, healthy diet. Water is hugely beneficial as well.

A guy a little younger than I who was in a relationship with another guy a few years older than both of us. They invited me over for a threesome and we made plans to play again. The younger partner shows up without his Daddy and spends the evening fucking me and showing his cock down my throat. Honestly it was probably seven inches, built like a wedge where it just got thick as hell at the bottom, and his come was delicious. I don't know where he is anymore but I'd be hard pressed to turn down that cock if I saw it again.

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I've used the Perfect Fit Extra Large for awhile now (what can I say, I like my hole big). Despite my experience, I tend to collapse this plug fairly regularly. Now its fun when I want to force it back open with a cock or a toy (The Pjur wand heated in hot water in combination with this toy is mind bending) but its not a day wearer in my opinion. I still want to try one of the more solid tunnel plugs. Also, this should probably be note even if its obvious. You should deep clean if you plan to wear it awhile. Because it keeps you open, a sudden shift in your sigmoid could end up very messy.

Use a small black athletic sock. Not a super thick one and not a thin dress sock. Dampen the end slightly with some poppers and then roll it up tight towards where you stick your foot in. Roll the end over to that it forms a tight ball. Stick this in your mouth and breathe in deep. Be warned. This method can make shitty poppers into powerhouses.

I'm a huge fan of the sock method.

I had an odd encounter at a gloryhole with one of my ex-high school teachers. I sucked him off and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place so I took a chance and walked out to discover whose incredible cock I had just swallowed. I admit I was a little embarrassed at first but we hooked up for years when I'd go home to visit family.

.....Wow, totally unexpected to see this here but I can both agree with Chris and disagree. I can agree that that many of the symptoms of America aren't causes but rather symptomatic of not an empire in free fall but rather capitalism in free-fall. Naomi Klein covers this hugely (and is a contemporary of Hedges) in Shock Doctrine (and in Disaster Capitalism). Where I disagree with Chris is in the character of revolution. Revolution is always armed and will always rely on the threat of violence to afford change. This doesn't necessarily mean that the character of the revolution need be only violence but rather the understanding that the formerly oppressed will rise and smack the living shit out of those who stand in their way. You just don't voluntarily disarm in the face of an enemy that is more than willing to shuffle you off to a camp for eradication at worst or "reeducation" at best. But with that said, when it comes down to it the thing I always push in these type of conversations is that ultimately the most brutal revolution can be avoided if we can find common ground with the people we have commonality with. In other words despite the seeming differences in political views we probably have far more in common with the straight white conservative Christian down the street who is supposed to "hate us" but who realistically is set against us by the power political elite and by the business class. The distinctions between race, religion, and sexuality seem bigger to us because those are wedges that have driven us apart but in the end the war, the real war is a class war. But I'm an old anarchist and punk.... what do I know?

Sorry guys, too many details I'm trying to remember. Tom was gentle, leading me to the bathroom to make sure that the revulsion didn’t lead to something more explosive. The small little white room was a shock of white towel and bright light that dazed me almost immediately, the disorientation making me subject to a room that almost seemed to turn on its own. The big man however, took charge, urging me first onto the toilet like a child to purge the contents of my stomach while he ran the shower as hot as sin. By the time I was sure I was clean, I leaned between my legs to wipe myself and realized that even this normal act of cleansing was suddenly as stiflingly erotic as the steam in the claustrophobic bathroom. I’m convinced that without Tom’s guiding hand I would have stayed there for a good deal longer making sure my little ass was sparkling clean. Tom’s shower was probably going to be quicker however since I was passed into the sudden torrent of near boiling water and then directed to the shower shot he had hanging there. He asked me if I knew how to use it and then dumbly I acknowledged it and he left me there. The water was a rhythm on my skin that was playing hell with the drugs in my system. The long tube of spurting water, driven into my asshole was almost like being born it felt so wonderful and too, I can’t say how long I sat there rubbing that tiny shooting dildo up inside me over and over again. When Tom returned it was like the approach of some ghost out of the corner of your eye and with a barking laugh, he told me it was time to get out. He rubbed me dry and wrapped me up, hurrying me into the bedroom and under covers, wrapping me in his sheets as the sudden reversal from steaming hot to normal house left me shuddering. This is what most people call the “roll” when it comes to ecstasy, feelings like waves overtake you in troughs and peaks, a light scratch on your balls may feel like silk or a razor blade. And finally, just like that, it was time for him to unwrap his present. With the sheets pulled back he slid the moons of his ass back to my face, squatting over me. The first thing I noticed in my now mindless eagerness to eat his ass was that he was bitter. Not as in badly cleaned or stained, but something different, something that reminded me of the belches I usually got when coming up on ecstasy. I’m guessing that he had, while I was in the shower, added his own pills to the tight orifice I was now sucking at like a whore. It was not the best taste to my already queasy stomach but I lost the focus of nausea at some point and just became an invading muscle inside a ring of muskiness. He kept rocking as I ate his ass, his balls brushing against my forehead, leaving tracer hot paths of sensation and occasionally and impact as he rubbed his hand down his cock. Sometime in the depths of my depravity he finally climbed off of me and moved his body downward, now covered in sweat like mine was the tensile bounce of his cock perhaps hotter than the rest of him. Me? I was soft, my cock retreating like a turtle inside me, the perfect specter of a drug riddled bottom bitch now ready to be fucked. He would find my ass slack and loose from both the shower and the ecstasy, ready for spit shine bit of lube, ready for his cock. My legs went up, the curve of my ankles as his handhold and he ground that invading piece of meat up and down the furry crack of my ass. I blubbered as the head danced over my asshole, the edge almost snagging its way in. “I’m going to come inside you and make you my girl,” was all I got before the inevitable push. His cock was huge and intrusive suddenly, painful, but oh so wonderfully painful as the receptors in my brain fired back and forth between pain and pleasure. Despite my slackness, I swear I even felt a little tear as he pushed in but I could only blame myself for having played so long with the hot water invading my ass. I stood on the brink and crest of this whirlwind my body arching to both better receiving his cock but also to maintain some rigidity in limbs that were suddenly shaking hard from the endorphin dump. I felt a wetness as my body responded, pouring its own lubricant down and around his cock, mucus clinging, mingling and eventually joining with the seed he’d pump inside me. My face too was wet which came as a shock and I reached up, touching my cheeks now wet with tears. I was crying? I was getting fucked hard and my confused body was treating this as some sort of religious experience because it wasn’t sadness I felt, but an overwhelming joy of being an abject whore bottom for this man. I reached up to rub my wet palms on his pecks, attracted to the hardness that I found there as well as the knot hardness of his nipples. His face was agony and ecstasy, he grunted ready to punch his cock through my inner lining and supplant his come in place of my brain. And finally Tom came, dumping with foul grunt deep into my guts, collapsing on top of me with his hard cock still pulsing his seed upwards. I held him, never wanting this psychotic feeling of being an object to ever end and I was disappointed that it must. So when Tom finally rose from my shoulder and playfully bit me on my chin, he asked if I was ready to meet his roommate.