DeepThrtBoi

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I'd like my name changed to DeepThrtBoi please. Thanks so much.

I have a few free weeks before classes start and I'd love to be gangbanged or similar. Any guys who would like to whore me out in NYC or the NY-metro let me know.

For me, piggy usually describes sex that is a bit more carnal and animalistic. It tends to be a bit rough, with a top taking what he wants and a bottom giving over to the pleasure of being used. At the very least the participants are unabashed when it comes to sweat, spit, cum, and sometimes piss. However, when it comes to mainstream hookup sites, I find that I use pig to simply convey the fact that I'm looking for or willing to have raw sex without spelling it out in my profile.

I just started taking Stribild and I'm having the prevalent gastrointestinal symptoms. For anyone else who has taken a once daily treatment, how long did your GI symptoms last? The doc says that they will most likely go away, but I keep forgetting to ask how long.

Anyone interested in hosting a Gangbang for me in Manhattan this weekend? I was thinking about going to CumUnion on Saturday, but if someone wants to whore my ass out, that might be more fun. Hit me up on my profile if you're interested.

I'm 21 and a college student in Dutchess County. I don't mind traveling and I'm always looking for one offs, fuck-buds, groups, and other kinky meet-ups. Message me if you're interested in plowing some spunk into me. (I also want to start sharing my poz load)

That clip was amazing. Love how as the top got faster and faster you could see the bottoms hole getting pulled further and further out and then getting coated in slimy cum.

Thanks for the advice guys. Definitely gonna go get that PA done ASAP. I'll post some pics when I do.

I've been wanting a PA for quite some time (and some nipples piercings eventually too). I was wondering how long it would probably take before I'd comfortably be able to have sex (especially masturbate) after the piercing was done. I'm a bottom, so actual sex is less of an issue, but I'm used to jacking off 2 or 3 times a day.

Has anyone ever actually ordered pills from a website? Thoughts?...I'm aware of the risk of taking something without really knowing where it came from so spare me that lecture.

I was curious if anyone knew if you can/or how to go about getting ED pills without a script. I rarely if ever want to top, but when I do I don't stay hard for very long. Even when I bottom I sometimes wish I had a hardon because I think it would be more fun. I'm 21 so I don't really want to ask my doctor.

Does anyone know how I might be able to find PrEP without seeing my primary care physician (either through clinical trials or a clinic in the greater NY area-especially the Hudson Valley)? I'm still a student and on my parent's insurance so I don't particularly want to explain why they'd be getting bills for HIV related tests and doctors visits.

Any thoughts on the TIM boat party next Sunday? Seems like it could be fun. The websites say strip to your underwear, but I'm looking for a full on fuck party, where i can get loaded up. Doesn't seem worth it if it's just going to be dancing. Thoughts?

I've been living in London since October and, on multiple apps, had been chatting on and off with this amazingly hot 40 year old. I love a good daddy to take the reins with me, so I had been eyeing him for quite awhile. He works as a painter in the government buildings up and down Whitehall, near where I live, and has all the trappings of a sexy blue-collar English guy: slick bod, multiple tats, cropped haircut. It took some time before we finally met up because he lives in the East End and I live in a uni hall, so I can never host, but a few months ago I finally bit the bullet and said I would suck him off in the toilets of a nearby hotel. When I met him outside he was shorter than I was hoping for (I'm taller than most British guys, so I wasn't surprised, but I was hoping what was under the hood would make up for it). We had a quick chat--his cockney accent was so thick I could barely understand him--and he told me to follow him inside but stay a bit behind. It was incredibly hot, knowing that he was a bit nervous people might question why we were wandering around the hotel...it definitely got my heart racing. He knew where we were going to on the second floor, and I nearly got lost trying not to follow him too conspicuously. When we finally got into the stall he immediately whipped his cock out and forced my mouth onto it. The whole situation was incredibly hot. He took his shirt off and I licked up and down his rock hard abs and continued working his cock with my hands and mouth. When he was ready to shoot he shoved me down onto his cock and flooded my throat with tasty cum. We went our separate ways and he let me know he was interested in having a proper session sometime. Fast forward to yesterday and I was really horny. I'm usually content to suck a load out of one or two guys and get on with my day, but yesterday I was feeling like more. No one interesting or worthwhile seemed to be around though, and then I remembered the one off I had had with the tatted up painter. He had changed his profile a bit and I couldn't seem to find him nearby on the cruising apps but realized that I had his phone number, so I gave him a shout and let him know I wanted to get fucked. Luckily he was off work until later in the day and was up to get together at his flat in the East End, so I cleaned up and headed towards the grittier (and much sexier) part of the city. It was a short distance to his place from the train station, but the characteristic London rain was heavy enough that by the time I had a cigarette and wound my way through the East End apartment blocs, I was pretty wet and ready to be warmed up. The painter met me outside the gate of his estate looking even sexier than I had remembered, standing casually in his trackies, looking the part of the blue-collar Londoner about whom I so often fantasized. He led me to his flat and en route we exchanged the typical awkward, pre-hookup pleasantries. Once inside 'though we didn’t waste much time, as he had to be at work in about an hour, so I knew that it would be a pretty quick session. Once in his bedroom, like the first time we met, he wasted no time whipping out his dick and shoving my face into it. Even soft, it was much bigger than I had remembered, and all I could think was shit, what have I gotten myself into. But there was no turning back now. In no time he was rock hard and, as I struggled to take the full-length of his thick and massive tool into my throat, he continued to strip. Seeing his beautiful tattoo covered body and the frenzied pace at which things were moving quickly dissipated my anxiety about his size, and soon I was wearing only my jockstrap, as he lay on the bed, my tongue working up and down his stomach and chest, teasing the cock I so badly wanted inside me. In no time I was on all-fours as he buried his face in my ass, prepping my hole for his rock hard dick. I like to lube the inside of my hole before meeting up with guys, just to move things along and ensure them that my hole is ready to take what they’re giving. This time I was glad I had, because he didn’t seem much interested in wasting time putting his tongue where his cock could be instead. While he rubbed his heavy manhood on my still tight pucker, I took a few heavy hits of poppers and prepared myself to take him inside my eager hole. My face buried in the pillows, he put cock to cunt and opened me up with his hulking dick, slow enough that I could take it but with constant grinding pressure until my ass let him deep inside with a noticeable pop. He stayed put for a few seconds, making sure my ass would be open and eager for more before pulling out to lube up. I thought I heard the sounds of a condom unrolling, but I couldn’t be bothered to bring my head up and glance backward, too excited for the pounding I knew was coming. He asked me if I was alright, but didn’t care enough to wait for the answer, mercilessly shoving his cock straight into my boihole, jackhammering away as he put the full-force of his body weight into each of his thrusts, sometimes putting his chest on my back and shoving my face into the bed, other times pulling back and riding me, while clawing at my jock, making me the bitch I had allowed myself to become. He would ask every few minutes through his frenzied grunting if everything was okay, but I knew he didn’t really care. My hole was now his, and he would be done with it when he decided, not when I did. Sweating and gasping for air from the alternating pain and pleasure of being feverishly rammed, he eventually pulled out and rolled me over onto my back. I was glad for the pause, as my throbbing ass needed a break, but I would never have said so, feeling lucky to have such a beautiful man make me his play thing. Secretly, I had hoped he wasn’t wearing a condom, wanting to feel the raw power of his cock rubbing the inside of my ass with no barriers, exposing myself to his testosterone-fueled manhood, but as he towered over me with my legs hugged tight into my chest I was disappointed to see him pull a condom off and throw it to the floor. I feared I had lost my chance to be truly marked by this incredible man, but as if knowing what I was thinking, he suddenly shoved his now bare cock back into the hole which he had left gaping, saying “You want my cum, don’t you?” As if he needed permission. Still, through my gasps of ecstasy, I was able to let him know how much I did. In no time the full-length of his nine inches was inside me again, furiously pounding my ass. As his breaths became shallower and his pace quickened I knew he was about to cum and I braced myself as he coated my guts in his seed. My insides grew warmer and contented fullness washed over me, knowing--and feeling--that I had his sweet sperm deep inside me. He held his cock inside me for some time, but it didn’t soften. When he pulled out I stuck a few fingers in my hole, hoping to coat them in his cum and savor the taste, but it was no use. He had deposited his manhood so deep in my guts that I was forced onto his cock, where I lapped furiously, hoping to get any remnants of his amazing shot up my ass. The taste of his cum mixed with sweat and the juices from my ass was intoxicating. We lay there for a bit longer, his cock softening in my mouth, both still breathing hard from the pounding that had just occurred. Later, as I walked back toward the station I could feel his deposit slowly starting to slide down my guts, but I held onto it, enjoying being loaded, re-living over and over again the moment the Painter gave me his DNA, hoping this would just be the first of many times my ass could be his cumdump.