bentover4u1972

Go bare the Ides of March! Chub bottom hosting raw cock in a Hartford motel room, Tuesday March 15th from 8:00 am until 5:00 pm. Completely anonymous pump and dump scene. All loads welcome. PM me for details. I have a second pump and dump planned on the shoreline of CT in April, so please indicate that you wish to attend March 15th in Hartford when you message me.

Was hit up on Grindr by a top guy today. He was 3,600 feet away according to the app. When I saw his dick pics I knew I had to take his load! He was 7.5" and thick with a slight curve. We arranged to meet in an hour, so I went to work prepping myself. I had sent him all the directions and info he needed in advance so he knew I was serious. Like usual, he would walk into the storage room I use in my building and find me ass up. At the appointed time I was there and ready when he messaged that he had arrived. I stripped and assumed the position. Within a few minutes the door opened and I felt a hand on my ass. He walked around so I could suck him hard, and like the Grinch's heart, his cock grew three sizes in my mouth! All slicked up, he got on his knees behind me. I had forgotten my lube, but he slid in without much resistance. I loosened up as he began thrusting. Within a couple of minutes, I felt the telltale pulse of his shaft as he moaned and pumped a huge load into me. He dressed and left, having never shown me his face. He doesn't live in the area and only comes here for work occasionally. He knows to hit me up whenever he does. }:-)

This has never happened to me before, but I got to chatting with a guy on Twitter and as it turns out, he lives literally around the corner from me. He's "straight" and just wants an ass to fuck once in a while, so we agreed that I would come to his place and take an anonymous load. But because his apartment is "really bright" (i.e. lots of windows), he wanted me to go into the bathroom. get on my knees on the floor and support myself on the edge of the tub. Then cover myself with a sheet he provided. Well, I was horny as fuck so I followed his requests. He left the apartment door unlocked and waited in his bedroom with the door closed. I walked in, went straight to the bathroom, stripped and put everything in the tub where I could see it, then covered myself with the sheet. I messaged him a ready signal and he came in, lifted the sheet and slid his cock into my ass. A few minutes of pumping and I felt him unload inside me - except he used a condom. Bummer! When he was done he went back into his bedroom and closed the door until he heard me leave. I gotta admit, it was kinda weird, but since I'm soooo into anon scenes it was kinda hot too! I hope the next time he reaches out, I can convince him to breed me.

It started like so many of my interactions with guys on the websites and apps I use to find tops. Perusing Grindr one day, a message popped up containing one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen. Ever. It was photographed next to a 16-oz can of my favorite craft beer; it was longer and almost as thick. And what luck, he was only about three miles away! I wasted no time in replying with my standard two pics: one of a large bare cock stuffed deep in my hole, and the other with the after effect - a shot from behind as a thick dollop of cum ran out. The latter photo, I find, weeds out the guys who are squeamish about fucking bareback, and when I didn't hear back from him for several minutes I assumed I had scared him off. Damn the luck! A few more minutes went by before the little red dot reappeared on the messages icon. It was him. "I was looking at your Twitter, and from there found your profile on BBRT. You really love getting fucked raw." "Hell yeah," I replied, all the while hoping that he wouldn't follow up by saying he needed to use a condom. "Me too," he replied, the grinning purple devil emoji reinforcing how he felt about it. I've encountered my fair share of 'right now' tops who don't even want to wait for a guy to clean out, so I've taken to douching throughout the day to make sure I'm always clean and ready. So I wasted no time in asking The Question: "Wanna meet?" He responded with nothing more than a map showing his location. It was a hotel that I know well, popular with business visitors coming to the area. "Message me for the room number when you park." Normally, a message like that would have me assuming that he was going to ghost, but I was so drawn to that beautiful piece of man meat that it was worth the risk. "Be there in 10," I replied. "OK" I quickly pulled on shoes and a jacket, and headed out the door. I keep poppers and lube in my car so they're always available. I grabbed them from the trunk, then got in the car and began driving. It was probably the most distracted I've ever been behind the wheel, thinking about having that huge cock splitting me open and filling me with cum. After a few minutes I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and found a space. Shutting off the car, I realized that I was trembling slightly with the anticipation. I pulled out my little brown bottle and took a huff to help me relax, then picked up my phone. "I'm here." He responded immediately with the room number and instructions to just walk in when I got there. I climbed out of the car and made through the lobby and up the elevator. When I got there, the door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open. Laying on his back on the bed was a guy around my age, tall with a slender build. His massive member stood straight up, beckoning me. I took a couple more hits off my brown bottle and quickly undressed. I moved over to the foot of the bed and climbed up between his legs, intent on getting his cock slick with my throat saliva so I could slide it deep into my guts. As my face reached his crotch, I noticed a small tattoo in his pubic area. A biohazard symbol! Surprised, I felt myself recoil slightly as my body froze and my mind raced. He read my thoughts. "Yes, I'm poz, and I'm off my meds. I hope that's not a problem." I was in a daze. For more than a decade I have taken raw cock with impunity, contracting a few minor STIs but nothing more. I had always assumed that one day I would be pozzed, but I never imagined that I might know when it happened, never mind have the decision whether or not to accept a poz load. I looked up to see him staring intently at me, but I couldn't read his thoughts. Was he expecting me to get up and leave? I had to imagine he was. He said nothing, his face expressionless as I weighed the options before me. And still that beautiful cock beckoned. It was mere inches from my face. I could smell the faint musk of his balls, and I was hungry to take him into my mouth. Time stood still as my mind continued to race. What should I do? Maybe I should go. I had gone more than ten years, none of them on PrEP, without being pozzed. With PrEP so prevalent these days, I could possibly go the rest of my life without contracting the virus. But a little voice in the back of my head told me to stay, that it was inevitable that I would be pozzed, that this was my chance to finally stop waiting for it and let it happen. The little voice slowly began to win the argument. My arm, almost involuntarily, brought my brown bottle to my nose. I unscrewed the cap and took two mighty huffs. My head began to swim as I pulled myself up onto my elbows. Slowly, I took first the head of his cock into my mouth. As the poppers took their full effect, I slid my head down as much of his shaft as I could fit in my throat. He sighed in pleasure. "Atta boy." I began working my head up and down, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and was rewarded with a taste of precum as I did so. All the while, my eyes were locked on that tattoo, partially hidden by his pubes, that reminded me of the probable outcome of what I was doing. I choked and gagged on that gorgeous cock, my deep-throat saliva running in rivers down his shaft and balls and soaking the sheet under him. My brown bottle made regular trips to my nose, and soon all my inhibitions had melted away. I was committed. I was going to make him shoot that poz load for me. "Get up on it," he ordered. Without a thought, I climbed up, straddling him cowboy-style. Reaching behind me, I grabbed his slicked-up shaft and positioned it at my hole. Slowly I eased myself back, taking his head inside me. It slid in easily. I continued to settle back on his shaft, feeling my hole stretch around it as it slid deeper and deeper into my guts. His face wore a twisted grin as I impaled myself on his poz cock. At last he was balls-deep and I could go no further. I had never felt so full! I began to rock back and forth, sliding my ass up and down on his shaft. After a few minutes, he grabbed my hips and began to stroke up and down. I was in complete ecstasy as he plowed in and out of my hole. Then without missing a beat, he rolled me over onto my back and held my legs high in the air. His pace increased and his balls slapped my ass as he hammered my hole relentlessly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dripped onto my chest. I was in heaven! After much longer than I had ever thought possible, I felt his cock swell even larger inside me and he let out a moan as the telltale pulses of his cock told me he was pumping his poz load deep in my guts. At last, spent, he collapsed on top of me. We lay like that for a minute before he slowly withdrew. His now flaccid cock left a trail of cum on the sheet as it seeped from my gaping hole. Not quite finished, he climbed up and straddled my chest, his cock positioned at my mouth. I slowly licked it off, savoring the taste of his cum mixed with my ass juices. Still panting, he climbed off of me and sat on the bed. I got up - slowly and a bit gingerly - and began to get dressed. He grinned at me. "Congratulations," he said, "you're now poz." Slipping my brown bottle back into my pocket, I smiled. "Am I?" I asked teasingly. "I think we should do that again just to make sure." "I'll be back in town next week," he said. "It's a date," I replied, opening the door. I stepped outside, pulling the door closed behind me. His cum seeped out of my well-fucked hole as I walked to my car, already fantasizing about my next visit.

The holidays are almost here, so time to get seasonal! Read my story about everyone's hero, Santa Poz, here:

You would be welcome to!

If you ever get to Hartford (or if I ever get to Boston) I'd gladly take your load blindfolded

Chatting on Grindr today with a guy who's become a pretty regular top. His cock is long - about 7" - but slender with a slight upward curve. He's come the closest to making me cum while getting fucked by the way he hits my prostate with every thrust. Plus he likes to use a few of his toys in my cum-filled hole, and he's been working on stretching me out to take his fist. In the middle of chatting with him one of my other regulars hit me up on Sniffies. He was free today and wanted to dump a 7-day load. Three guesses where my mind went. }:-) I cleaned out and an hour later, I was sucking on Sniffies Guy's thick meaty cock in my storage room while Grindr Guy pounded me from behind. The setting made for the perfectly sordid scene as I slutted out for these two gorgeous cocks. Grindr Guy picked up the pace, grabbed my hips, and as I clenched my hole I felt him pumping his load into me. Once he withdrew, he and Sniffies Guy switched places so I could clean off his cock with my mouth. Sniffies Guy wasted no time and didn't even pause, just rammed into my hole to continue the pounding I had been getting from Grindr Guy. Before too long Sniffies Guy also picked up his pace, and once again I felt him pumping his load - 7 days' worth - deep in my guts. As he pulled out I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. This time I could taste his cum as well as Grindr Guy's and my ass. Deee-lish! The two of them dressed and left together. They were chatting and laughing and comparing notes. I really hope this becomes a regular thing!

I had never seen it before, but as I scrolled through grindr the other day I came across an interesting profile. "Piggy +" was all it said. There was a pic of a handsome, hairy guy and a few random details. Curious (and horny), I hit him up. As I often do, I sent him two pics to show what I was looking for: the first was of a raw cock buried in my hole, the second was of my hole dripping cum afterward. He took a few minutes to respond and at first I wondered if he was interested, but in response to my pics, I received a pic of a thick uncut hog next to a 12 oz soda can. The cock was longer than the soda can, and it didn't look like it was much thinner! Turned out that he works pretty close to me, but I hadn't seen him before because he just re-joined the app after a long time away from it. We exchanged messages for a while as he was able. He finished work at 4:00 so naturally, I invited him to come by and unload when he did. He readily agreed. We chatted a while longer and agreed that I would undress and wait ass-up just inside the door to my apartment. I spent the afternoon making sure I was clean and ready to take the pounding I hoped he would give me. A few minutes after 4:00, he messaged to say he was on his way. I unlocked the door, undressed, and squirted some lube up my hole just for good measure. I had laid out a sheet on the floor of my living room, and I got down on all 4's on it to await his arrival. Footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob turned. I heard this stranger enter my apartment. He paused; I hoped he was admiring the view of my slightly gaped hole staring back at him. After a moment I heard the familiar rustle as he shed his clothes. A finger slid effortlessly into my slicked-up pucker, then two. He slid them in and out for a bit before withdrawing them. Then I felt his tongue instead. He licked my hole, sucking on it a bit, and darting his tongue in and out almost like a lizard. It felt amazing! I didn't want this treatment to end, but soon he spoke his first words: "I need to breed this hole." Music to my ears! I heard the click of the lube cap and then a pressure on my hole. I took a few huge huffs from my brown bottle as the head of this enormous member popped inside me. Without stopping, he slid all the way in until he was balls-deep. The tip caressed my prostate over and over as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, in and out. The precum ran in rivers from my cock, soaking the sheet beneath me. It was sheer heaven! Gradually, he picked up the pace and as he did so, he grabbed my hips. Soon he was pounding me relentlessly, his body slapping against mine each time he thrust deep inside me. I clenched my hole around his shaft and felt it get harder. He was about to cum! With a moan, he began dumping his warm cum deep in my guts, his cock jerking and spasming against my still-tightened sphincter. At last the spasms subsided and he slowly withdrew. I spun around and cleaned him off with my mouth, in customary fashion. Without another word, he dressed. Headed for the door, he paused for a second and said, "The plus sign on my profile IS what you think it is." Then he was gone. I felt a chill of excitement wash over me. I grabbed a toy, a 6" dildo that I've had for years. For the next five minutes I plunged it in and out of my hole, stopping occasionally to clean the poz cum and my ass juices off before plunging it back inside me. When I had seen the "+" sign on his profile that it meant he was poz. Now that I knew, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't stop playing with myself. Eventually I jerked off, knowing that if his seed took, my load would soon be toxic too. I messaged him on grindr about an hour later. "Hot time, you're welcome anytime you need to breed an ass." His response was simply the purple, grinning devil emoji followed by a pig snout. I very much hope this becomes a regular thing.

Spent time in Detroit over the weekend and had the entire day to myself on Friday. Figured I'd see what kind of trouble I could get into so I hit the usual sites and apps. I had made arrangements with a few guys ahead of time and they were the first I contacted, but as happens too often, none of them got back to me. I got some interest, especially on Grindr, but most guys wanted to meet "later," whatever that meant. But then, just before lunch, I got a message from a guy who was 900 feet away - close by, downtown. He was going to take lunch soon and was looking for a hookup. In a flash I was in the bathroom getting ready. The hotel elevators were operated by key card (annoying!), so I went down to the lobby to meet him. He was a security guard, tall and very lean. We didn't talk much, he just followed me onto the elevator and to my room. Once we were inside we both got naked. I bent at the waist to suck his dick while he stood. It was soft, but quickly hardened to a solid 8.5 inches in my mouth! I took him balls-deep down my throat and he sighed in pleasure. I bobbed my head back and forth, gagging and getting him all slick so he could slide right into my ass. As soon as he was rock-hard, I hopped up onto the bed on all fours, my ass pointed toward him. He needed no encouraging, just walked over, placed the head of his dick at my back door, and slid right up to the hilt in one fluid motion. He felt amazing and my ass opened up to welcome him in. He was gentle, holding my hips and sliding slowly in and out of my hole, but he made sure to go balls-deep with every thrust, massaging my prostate as he did. I was enjoying the sensation and found myself not wanting it to end. Just then, though, he announced he was going to cum. "Where do you want it?" he asked. "Cum in me," I said breathlessly. I wasn't sure if that was the answer he expected, but he complied. His strokes increased in speed until finally he let out a small gasp. I clenched my sphincter around his shaft and felt the pulses as he unloaded deep inside me. Finished, he slid out and I spun around to give him the customary cleaning off with my mouth. I was tempted to see if he could go a second time, but I was expecting one of the "later" guys so I let him get dressed and head back out to the elevator (no key card needed on the way down, thankfully). Of course, the "later" guy never showed, so this was my one experience in Detroit. But it was a good one!

I know some of you guys consider a couple dicks each day to be a dry spell, but for me that's definitely NOT the case. So I'm excited to say that I'm sitting here, for the third day in a row, incubating someone's kids. This time it was my ongoing fwb. We met in my storage room for a quickie after work. He got so into it that I'm sitting here nursing a bump on my head from where he drove me into the wall. Not that I'm complaining! I got another big load from him - he told me that he hadn't cum since Friday - so now I'm on the hunt to see if I can make tomorrow 4 in a row. 😈

Wow, guys, this has been a good weekend! After my breeding session with the random stranger yesterday who wanted me undouched (see "A hot encounter that could have gone sideways"), I logged into Grindr this morning to see the pic of a slender Latino guy with a huge dong hanging between his legs. He had sent the pic last night, but just in case he hopped online this morning I sent him my trademark: a shot from behind of me, ass-up on a hotel room bed, two strangers' cum leaking from my hole. I have a similar pic from before the cum started dripping that I use if I'm not sure of the top's reaction to bareback. This morning I didn't care. I've had some real luck lately and I wasn't going to hold back. I wanted to get bred - again. After about 15 minutes, I got a response from Mr. Skinny-with-Big-Dick. We went back and forth, but he went quiet when I told him I was a big chub. Shocking, I know. I let 5 minutes go by, then messaged, "Guess that's a problem, then." He wrote back immediately. "You're not my type. I just want to fuck and fill your hole with cum." "That's all I'm looking for," I responded. "Not interested in anything beyond that." "Cool." "Where are you?" I asked, and was rewarded with a location map showing a hotel that is *literally* around the corner from me. Less than a five minute drive! "I can be there in 20," I replied. "Room number?" To my surprise he gave me the room number, so after a quick douche I was out the door. I parked, messaged him to say I was there, and walked into the building, a kind gentleman holding one of the keycard-only doors so I didn't have to go through the lobby. As luck would have it, I was in the right part of the hotel, and after only a moment I was at his door. He had replied to say that the door was open, so I tried the handle. Sure enough, it popped open. I went into the darkened room and saw him laying on the bed, looking at his phone. His fine cock lay flaccid across his thigh. I stripped quickly and walked over to him. He never even looked away from his phone as I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him until he had a raging hard-on. Just like the picture he sent me yesterday, it was long and thick - about eight inches long and five or six in circumference. Without a word he stood up. I climbed up onto the bed, ass-up style, and he positioned his spit-slicked cock at my eager opening. A momentary pressure, and he was sliding into me until he was balls-deep. It hurt a little more than the guy who fucked me yesterday, but in no time it was all I could do to keep from moaning loudly as he pumped that gorgeous monster in and out of me. After only about five minutes, he stopped. "I came," he said. Those were the only word he spoke to me the entire time I was in his room. As is customary, I spun around, bent over, and sucked his cock clean. he tasted of ass and cum, and it was delicious! As I stood, he headed into the bathroom. I walked back over to the door where I had dropped my clothes. I dressed, checked to make sure I had my keys, wallet, and phone, and then headed out the door. I'm sitting here with his cum deep in my guts, back on the apps and sites to see if I can't add to it. It's been a good weekend; can I make it a great one???

OK so first things first: When I bottom I make sure my hygiene is always second to none. I get my hole so clean that I'm always willing to clean off a guy with my mouth after he's cum deep inside me. I'm the first one to say that a lot of tops don't appreciate the effort it takes to clean out, but I've always done it because the reward of a big creamy load in my hole is worth it. And besides, no one wants to have a dude pulling out halfway through and going, "Uhhhh we have a problem." So today was a first ... and it was odd, yet kinda hot. Got hit up on Manhunt by a guy about 15 miles away. His pic showed a big, thick tool so I was instantly interested. We did the usual back and forth, then I gave him a time and explained I had to get ready. "Don't," came the reply. Huh? Turns out this guy likes to fuck holes that haven't been douched. I had been huffing poppers and watching porn while surfing the sites and apps, so my pump was primed and, realizing I could leave the house right away, decided against my better judgment to give him what he wanted. I hopped in the car and drove about 20 minutes to his place. I messaged him when I arrived and he gave me the apartment number so he could buzz me in. His instructions were simple: He had unlocked the door so I was to come in, lock the door behind me, and walk straight ahead to his bedroom, strip and suck his dick to start. I followed his instructions to the letter. Walking in, I found that he had turned out all the lights except a red lava lamp in the living room, and there was a faint glow coming from the bedroom. I walked into the bedroom and there on the bed was a big chubby guy stroking a thick 8-inch monster. Following his instructions, I quickly peeled off my clothes, took a hit from the brown bottle he had placed at the foot of the bed, climbed on and took him in my mouth. He held my head and rammed his cock deep down my throat, holding me there until I was gagging and drooling and struggling to breathe. This went on for about 10 minutes, till his cock and balls were slick and my face was a mess. As I tongued his balls he pushed me back, swung a leg over my head, and got off the bed. I had NO idea what to expect as he positioned himself behind me. He caressed and then spanked my ass, then positioned his cock head at my opening and slid in. No spit, no lube, just slid right in. I fought my initial instinct to clench, forcing myself to relax as he began to relentlessly pound my hole. It felt great, and I hit the brown bottle over and over until finally, his strokes slowed a bit. He was trying not to cum too fast. But I guess I was too much for him, because with a couple of mighty thrusts he was emptying his nut sack into me. He stayed inside me for a moment and I found myself huffing from the brown bottle again in the hope I'd get a Round 2, but he pulled out and lay back down on the bed, panting from the exertion. Contrary to what I expected, there was (thankfully) no mess. Not sure what I would have done if there had been. He was obviously spent so I collected my clothes and found the bathroom, where I cleaned myself up and dressed. I left without saying another word to him, but we exchanged Manhunt messages after confirming that we had both enjoyed ourselves - me much more so than I had expected! As I sit here typing this I'm still a bit conflicted. I'll continue to clean out for every top who wants to fuck me, but if he comes knocking again, I'm about 90% sure I'd go to him undouched again. Well, 50/50 maybe. Maybe more like 75% sure. Fuck!

Knew I was getting the house to myself today so I hit the apps just to look. I never have luck, and whenever I think I'm going to the top suddenly disappears and I realize he's blocked me. But not today. Just before the SO departed, got a hit on Sniffies. A BBC top wanting some head. I normally don't do head only but I said WTF and sent him my address. He showed up about 15 minutes later, a tall good looking black guy in his early 40s. He took off his shorts and sat on the couch so I could kneel between his legs. I went to town, sucking him hard and then swallowing all 8 inches over and over. From the groans and sighs I could tell he was enjoying my attention. Then his hand slid under my shirt to play with my mantits. I paused long enough to whip off my shirt, then went back to sucking. This went on for a few more minutes before his hand started wandering further down my back. I knew what that meant, and I was glad I had cleaned out just in case! I slid off my shorts as he took off his shirt. I went back to sucking but after a minute heard him whisper, "Let me in." Well I didn't need any more urging! We swapped places, me on my knees on the couch as he stood behind me. No lube, he forced his way in but it barely hurt as my hungry hole opened to devour him. Once he was balls deep, he started slamming into me. I literally felt my eyes roll back in my head! The first thing he said to me was, "I'm gonna nut in that ass." Gaaaaaa, I was in heaven! After a bit he stopped. "I don't want to cum yet." I proceeded to squeeze my hole around his stiff shaft, causing him to make the same sounds my mouth had. At last he had had enough and with a few mighty thrusts, I felt him deposit a huge load in my hole. As regular readers know, I'm a huge fan of anonymous hookups, but this was too good. As we dressed, we exchanged numbers in the hopes we can do it again - soon! The stars must be in some kind of special alignment for things to have worked out like that. I couldn't have asked for any better! And as I sit here typing this, his load is still brewing deep in my guts.

I want to experience it for real sometime

After 18 months, my company finally decided to bring people back to the office. I had been working from home since lockdown began in mid-March 2020, and for that entire time my work apparel consisted of shorts and a polo in summer, jeans and a polo in winter. So when they announced we were coming back to the office, I took a look in my closet and realized I needed to do some shopping! I hate crowds so rather than going on a Saturday, I waited and hit the mall on Sunday morning just as the stores opened. The mall was nearly deserted, with only a few elderly mall walkers and some store workers opening for the day. I found my go-to men's store and walked in. Like the mall, it was empty. A sole clerk stood behind the counter. He was about my age, about 5'9" with a slender build. For reference, I'm 6'2" and over 300 pounds. "Good morning," I greeted him. He looked up from the shirt he was folding on the counter, and as we locked eyes I felt a spark. There was nothing particularly special about him that I could discern. He was an average looking guy, clean-shaven with wavy brown hair, clearly dressed in clothes from the store. He grinned. "Good morning," he responded. "What can I help you with?" I explained why I was there and he pointed me to the back of the store, where they kept the racks of dress pants and dress shirts. He stayed behind the counter, which I appreciated. I hate clingy salespeople. After about 15 minutes I had amassed a pile of pants and shirts that I wanted to try on. I called the clerk over to unlock a dressing room for me. He reached under the counter and grabbed the key, then started toward me. As soon as he stepped from behind the counter, I saw it: a huge bulge in the front of his pants. My dick instantly began leaking as I mentally pictured the big, thick cock that looked like it was about to burst through the seams. He caught me staring before I could avert my gaze. "You like?" he said, a twinkle in his eye as he walked past me and down the hallway where the dressing rooms were located. Caught off-guard, all I could stammer was "Y-y-yes." Without a word he unlocked the very last dressing room. It had a handicap symbol on it, which meant it was larger than the typical room. "Be right back," he said with a smile, and walked past me toward the front of the store. As he did, he let his hand caress my ass. At the front of the store he pulled out a sign with a picture of a clock and moveable hands. At the top, it read "Back soon!" He adjusted the time on the clock to show 11:45 - half an hour from now - then pulled down the gate and attached the sign to it. Walking back toward me, he grinned. "I'm here by myself, gotta keep anyone from bothering us." Then he walked past me to the open dressing room. Standing just outside the door, he turned to face me and slowly unzipped his pants. He lowered them slowly, teasing me, until his enormous cock sprang free with such force that it made an audible sound as it smacked his stomach. I wasted no time. I dropped the clothes I had been holding and in one fluid motion I was on my knees, my hands grasping that beautiful cock. It was ten inches long at least, and impossibly thick. It took both hands for me to be able to completely encircle its girth. Greedily, I sucked at the tip, then took it in my mouth. My tongue danced around it as I worked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, but it was a struggle. He sighed with pleasure and placed his hands on the back of my head, urging me to take it deeper. Finally I could go no further. He must have recognized this, because he pulled me to my feet. "Strip," he said, forcefully. I did as I was told, and in seconds stood before him naked. he took his time, running his hands all over my body, into the crack of my ass. He stuck a finger in my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. Then he reached behind me and I felt that same, spit-lubed finger enter my hungry hole. Instantly, I felt the familiar ache. I needed it to be his cock, and now. "I want you to fuck me," I hissed. "Now." He grinned. "Good thing I'm prepared!" He stepped into the open dressing room and from under the bench, he withdrew a bottle of lube and a little brown bottle. He handed the brown bottle to me. "There's something you need to know before we go any further," he said, and lifted his shirt. There, just above his pubic mound and below his belly button was a biohazard tattoo. "I'm poz, and I'm not on meds," he stated flatly. I was taken aback. I heard my breath stop as it caught in my throat. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel beads of sweat break out on my forehead. But surprisingly, I was not turned off as I had always imagined I would be. I wasn't disgusted or afraid in any way. In fact, I felt a wave of horniness wash over me and my cock began leaking precum incessantly. He was studying my face for my reaction. I suspect I surprised him too as I lifted the brown bottle to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck my ass." It was almost an order. That was all the prompting he needed. He spun me around and guided me into the dressing room. "Get on your knees facing the bench," he said, and I complied. I knelt on the floor with my elbows on the bench, watching in the mirror as he squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand. He slathered my hole, sticking two fingers as deep inside me as they would go, and I heard some drip onto the carpet beneath me. Then another squirt that he rubbed all over his raw, poz cock. I was breathless with anticipation as I realized he would soon be stretching my hole with that beautiful thing. He crouched behind me and I could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my crack. I got a brief twinge of pleasure each time it caressed my hole. Then gently, he began to enter me. As I took multiple hits from the brown bottle my hole opened hungrily to accept him, stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt him slide into my ass, a single smooth motion until he was balls-deep. I felt the electricity as he hit my prostate. The precum was gushing from my cock, forming a pool beneath me that eventually merged with the drops of lube. I had never been that full, and it felt amazing! He began to work in and out, lengthening his strokes a little at a time until he grabbed my hips and plunged in and out, working my hole to its maximum. With each thrust he almost pulled all the way out before ramming balls-deep again, each time hitting my prostate perfectly. Before long I felt my own cum pulsing out onto the floor. Soon his breathing quickened and I knew he was close. "Where do you want my poz cum?" he asked. "Inside me," I responded. For a moment it felt as though I had left my body and was watching in disbelief as I said those words. "Fucking poz me!" "With pleasure," he grunted. He plunged his cock as deep into me as he could and I felt the telltale pulses as he unleashed his load. I came again as his pulses subsided. Slowly he withdrew and stood. I could see in the mirror that his cock and balls were a mess of cum and lube that had a pinkish hue to it. Had he made me bleed? Of course he had. But I didn't care. I spun around and expertly cleaned every drop off his shaft and balls, savoring the taste as I did. At last it was time to get dressed. He invited me to stay and try on the clothes I had selected, but I was exhausted from our escapade and starting to feel just a little freaked out by what we had done. I finished dressing and headed out of the store. I walked out of the mall and quickly got in my car. I drove straight home to shower and douched as best I could. Part of me was incredulous and scared that I had taken a poz load, but a bigger part of me was more turned on than I had ever been before. I jerked off twice more that afternoon. The next day I decided to go back to the mall. Approaching the store, I could see the same clerk working inside. He looked up and grinned as I entered. "I saved those clothes for you," he said. "You alone?" I asked him. "Yup." "Fuck me again." His eyes widened in surprise but without another word, he grabbed the "Back soon!" sign and headed for the store entrance. I walked back to the dressing room and stripped, anxious to get another fix of his huge cock and poz load.

Cum dump in downtown Detroit near Belle Isle Oct. 1-3, 2021. No load refused. Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): I prefer anon so no need to call me anything. If you must, call me Slut Your cell number OR EMAIL: oralversmwm@yahoo.com (I'm no longer an MWM, can't change my screen name). Also on BBRT (chubbbbttm) and kik (barebacking72) A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 48207-ish Age: late 40s Height: 6'2" Weight: 290, chub build Ethnicity: White Into sexually: Total cum dump bottom. There isn't much I'll say no to when I'm poppered up. Not into smoke or other substances. I'm mainly looking to deep throat and bottom. Let me know if you have other kinks.

Chub bttm looking for raw tops while staying at a hotel downtown. Deep throat and fat ass. Big dicks strongly preferred. Can be as anonymous as you want, no load refused. PM me here or hit up my Twitter or kik: barebacking72. Also on bbrt as chubbbbttm

** While this story may sound realistic, I assure the reader that it is fiction. ** As regular readers know, I am a total slut who loves to get a room in a seedy motel and take anonymous loads from strangers. Of course, COVID put a major crimp in that fetish, but I've been able to resume somewhat, having had four encounters since the beginning of May. This is the story of my most recent. To help release some of the pent-up slut energy I've been nursing since March 2020, I decided that rather than just an afternoon, like I normally do, I would take an entire day off and spend it taking random loads. On the appointed day, I headed out of the house but instead of driving to the office, I drove to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, near the highway. I always find that a motel with easy access from a highway exit helps increase my success. I arrived at the motel a little after 7:30 am, and while the desk clerk gave me an odd look when I asked for a room, he was happy to take my money. Key card secured, I headed for the room. I have used this motel a few times before. While it's convenient to the highway, one of the drawbacks is that it's a chain motel and therefore is 'family oriented' - short for there's no porn on the TV. Porn and poppers are a fun way to spend the time in between visitors. Still, I like it because it's relatively clean, and more importantly, the room doors all open to the outside so no one has to walk through a lobby. For a few days before I had been posting on sites like Doublelist and BBRT announcing that I would be available, so I had a ready group of guys to whom I could send the room number while I prepped. I went into the bathroom and douched. I had not eaten at all the previous day so I would stay nice and clean. Properly prepared, I taped the door latch in the open position, switched off the main light so only a faint glow came from the bathroom, and got on the bed. Laying on my stomach, I perused the apps. I updated Grindr and Sniffies to indicate that I was available, and checked my burner email account. As I had hoped, the pings began, and in short order I had sent the room number to even more men. I figured it was only a matter of time before the first guy walked in, so I grabbed my blindfold and positioned it over my forehead, ready to be pulled down at a moment's notice. I was glad I had - in less than a minute the door opened and in came the first of what I hoped would be many today! I pulled down the blindfold and got up on all fours with my ass pointed at the foot of the bed, but he pushed me back onto my stomach. I hit my brown bottle as I heard him undress, then the click of the lube bottle cap. In no time he was on top of me, his hard cock sliding into me like a heat-seeking missile. I could smell his aftershave and was sure this was someone dumping his load on his way to work. As I felt his cock spasm in my hole, the door opened and someone else walked in. The first guy quickly departed as I felt a set of hands caressing my ass - then another. Two tops! One positioned himself on the bed, directing my mouth to his cock. It was thick but not long, so while at first I had trouble wrapping my mouth around it, I was unable to deep throat him. Still, he tasted clean with just a slight hint of salt. While this was going on, the other pulled me up onto my hands and knees and explored my freshly creamed hole first with his fingers, then his tongue. It was at this point that the door opened again and I heard a voice. "Sorry we're late," he said. "Traffic." "Shhhhhh," the guy working my hole responded. From that point, no one said a word. 'We're late,' the newcomer had said. How many had come in? It took at least two to make 'we'. Could it have been more? It was still early in the day, and already I was on my way to breaking my previous record - a paltry nine loads in four hours. Soon the tongue and fingers were replaced by a cock. He slid into me easily but filled me completely. My walls stretched around him as he began pumping in and out. Soon I heard him gasp as his cock danced in my hole, giving me my second load of the day. The guy in my mouth hopped off the bed and took his place. No one replaced him in my mouth. In less than a minute he grabbed my hips and held still as he pumped load number three into my guts. Spent, he slid out and brought his now-flaccid cock around to my mouth. I greedily sucked the cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing, sweet and creamy. More pressure on my hole told me one of the new arrivals was about to take his turn. He felt huge as my hole opened up to let him in, but he slid in effortlessly. He began taking long, slow strokes as someone else climbed onto the bed to feed me his cock. Then I felt the bed move again as someone got on it from the other side. There were at least three! In no time, I was alternately sucking the two cocks offered to me while the third continued to slide in and out of my hole. I was in heaven! The brown bottle made regular trips to my nose as I serviced these three men. At last the first one quickened his pace, and I felt him release a gush of cum deep inside me. The other two got off the bed and to my surprise, began alternately slamming their cocks into my well used hole! They took turns, each one slamming home before withdrawing to give the other access. They were both as well-hung as the previous guy, and they were hitting my prostate in such a way that I wasn't sure how long I could take the assault. The precum streamed from my cock as they massaged my prostate over and over. Just when I thought I might have to tap out, one grabbed my hips and power-fucked his load into me. He withdrew and fed me his cock so I could taste the cum on it. I savored it as the third took his place behind me and rammed home. In a few short strokes, he was giving me his load. Like his friend, he too fed me his cock to clean off. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no doubt that an hour had not yet elapsed and here I was with six loads in me already! I felt a little woozy from all the pounding (and the poppers), and shifted forward so I could again lay on my stomach as the three guys went out the door. I needed a short rest and to check my phone before the next guy showed up. "Not so fast," another voice said. Wait, had a fourth top arrived with the other three, or had someone else come in while they were fucking me? I had no idea and anyway, it didn't matter. I was there to service all comers. I resumed my position on my hands and knees, waiting to take yet another cock on my way to breaking my record. "You're gonna feel this," he whispered, and I again felt pressure on my hole. I heard the click of the lube cap and the cool drizzle of the liquid as it oozed down my crack and onto the head of his cock. He was MASSIVE. I had never had a cock this big inside me before, I could tell. I reached back to feel him and felt as though I was grabbing someone's forearm. Was he going to fist me? But no, I felt both his hands on my hips as this gigantic cock penetrated me, stretching my hole and rectum to dimensions they had never been stretched before. It hurt with a burning, searing pain but I was determined to take that cock. I took mighty huffs from my brown bottle, gritted my teeth, and thrust back to meet him. I felt a burning pain as my poor asshole struggled to accommodate such a huge piece of man meat. I kept hitting the brown bottle to loosen myself up. Thankfully he was gentle, easing out and then slowly sliding back in as I got accustomed to his size. Gradually I did loosen up, and he began to go faster. My mind's eye pictured the gape I would have when this stranger was done with me as his pace picked up more and he plowed me relentlessly. At last he let out a low, animal moan as he unleashed his cum deeper than any man before. He pushed me forward and I lay on my stomach on the bed, his giant cock still embedded in my ass. He lay on top of me with his mouth close to my ear. "The last six guys who fucked you," he said, "were all poz. None of us is on meds. Hope you enjoyed it." I froze. My vision went blurry and I was unable to hear anything. I rarely if ever ask a guy's status before he fucks me bareback. I accept the risk that some of the guys who fuck me might be poz, but I had never envisioned this kind of scenario. Six well-hung poz tops using me in quick succession. If the first five hadn't torn me open, the last sure as hell had. Surely it had to take. I was knocked up. By the time I regained my senses, the last guy was out the door and I heard a car - presumably theirs - driving away. I lay there on the bed trying to digest what had happened, and what the implications might be. After a few minutes the door opened, and another top guy walked in. As though on autopilot, I got back up on my hands and knees as he undressed. I felt a finger slide inside me, then two. "Wow," he whispered. "That's some gape." Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeding me the cum out of my ass - the mostly poz cum. Six out of seven guys, that's what, about 85 percent? But I surprised myself. I sucked greedily on his fingers, cleaning off every bit of that cum as he climbed on the bed. His already-hard cock slid into me. He steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders, and proceeded to pump my eighth load of the day into my destroyed hole. He dressed and left without another word. Now that I was past the initial shock, I found myself craving more cocks and more cum inside me. The rest of the day was just that. Men came and went, adding their loads to the poz ones brewing inside me. I didn't know anyone else's status, and I didn't care. I felt free. And of course, no one asked me my status, or if I had a toxic brew inside me before sticking their raw cock in my hole. It was my little secret. By the time I finally got dressed around 5:00 pm, it had been nine hours and I had been fucked by 23 men, a new personal best. I went home, plugged my hole, then showered and took a well-deserved nap.

Only looking for tops!!! Getting a room and will be ass up from 7:30 am until 5:00 pm at a motel just off I-91 exit 24. Completely anonymous, I may be blindfolded. No load refused. DM me for details, hit me up on bbrt or kik barebacking72

Just got back from my first road trip in what seems like forever. On the way home I stopped at one of the many rest stops along the way. It was the usual scene, full of families coming and going. The men's room was crowded, mostly with guys at the urinals and sinks. I headed for a stall, found a clean one, and sat down to do my business. I was staring at my phone - like we all do - when I felt something bump my foot. Looking down, I saw a blue sneaker belonging to the guy in the next stall. My heart skipped a beat. As anyone who reads my posts knows, I love nothing more than hot anonymous hookups, but the men's-room-foot-tap scene was one I had yet to experience. Curious to see where it might lead, I nudged back. As I did so, I noticed for the first time that there was a small hole, about two and a half inches across, cut in the divider. And now there was a big, beautiful cock sliding through it! It was about seven inches long, thick, with a slight upward curve. Of course, slut that I am, I immediately took it into my mouth, savoring the slightly salty flavor as I licked and nibbled and sucked at it. Then, slowly, I slid my mouth all the way down the shaft until my nose pressed into the divider. I heard a sigh on the other end, then he began rhythmically pumping in and out of my eager throat. A toilet flushed a few stalls down but I didn't care. I was solely focused on milking the load from this amazing anonymous cock. I gagged a few times as he rammed extra-deep, and wondered if the other men realized what was happening just on the other side of the stall doors. Just as things got a little quieter, my stranger softly moaned and his cock began dancing in my mouth, the sweet-salty taste of his cum coating my tongue. I swallowed every drop of his massive load, reveling in the sheer debauchery of what I was doing. At last he finished and withdrew his cock through the hole. I heard him quickly zip up, then the stall door banged against mine as he made a hasty exit. As for me, I finished my business then lingered a bit longer, jerking out my own massive load before getting back on the road. From now on, I'll pay closer attention whenever I use a men's room!

I'm a chub bottom planning to come to Manhattan sometime in the next few months to get a room and spend the entire time ass up for anonymous tops. To mix it up, I thought I might look for a club or two where a chub like me can also get into some fun - maybe a spa or club with a bear night, for example. If you have any suggestions or recommendations, please please please let me know via PM or kik!

I got to suck this cute 24 year old in my building a few weeks ago. He's attached, I'm attached, and while he's wanted my ass ever since I swallowed his gorgeous cock, we just haven't been able to coordinate a meet-up in my secret spot. Until this morning. And it went even better than I had ever hoped! He and I had started talking last night about meeting up while he sent his bf to pick up coffee. Then, this morning, a top friend hit me up on Grindr asking if I was free. Didn't take long for my horny brain to concoct a scene! I confirmed that the guy in my building loves fucking a cummy hole, and once I knew that, I invited my Grindr friend to load me up first. We all coordinated the times; the guy in my building wanted me one-on-one the first time, promising we can do a full-on threesome next time. So my Grindr friend arrived. I walked him to my spot, undressed, and bent over. He ate my ass first, getting it all slick while I huffed my brown bottle. He squirted some lube on my hole and then on his cock, and in no time he had slid in balls-deep. He likes to fuck in long, slow grinding motions and it feels amazing to have him in my ass! I knew he had been saving his load all week in the hopes that we could meet, and sure enough it did not take him long before he whispered, "I'm cumming!" I squeezed my hungry sphincter tight lest I lose any of the manjuice he was pumping into me. At last he slid out, and as has become my custom, I spun around and took his cock in my mouth to clean him off. As he dressed, I messaged the other guy - the one from my building - that I was loaded and ready. He needed to wait a few more minutes to make sure his bf was gone, then messaged me that he was on his way. This time, in accordance with his request, I waited on all 4's on the cold concrete floor, my cum-filled ass pointed at the door. He came in and locked the door behind him, and I heard him take his pants off. I heard him stroke his cock a few times and then he, too, was inside me, my slicked-up hole welcoming that gorgeous, rock-hard 7-incher for the first time. He crouched behind me and began to pound me mercilessly. The precum ran in streams from my cock, pooling on the floor below me. Then, without making a sound, I felt his cock begin to do the dance that meant he was pumping his load - my second in the last 20 minutes - into me. I squeezed tight again, feeling him spasm a few more times as he slowly withdrew. Before I could make my move, he ordered, "Clean it off." I happily complied, then resumed my position on all 4's until I heard the door close behind him. With that, I locked the door and got dressed to head back to my place. I wiped up the excess dribbles from my hole, but as I walked back to my apartment I felt more begin to dribble out. I plugged myself the moment I walked in the door, and am sitting here happily stewing two big loads of baby batter as I write this.