bentover4u1972

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.  😈

On 8/30/2016 at 10:52 PM, Guest Pwrfkme06 said:

If you want to be a cumdump in the MICHIGAN cumdump network post a message here with the following info:

 

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to):  Slut, Hey You, J

Your cell number OR EMAIL:  oralversmwm@yahoo.com

A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Detroit, MI 48226

Times you're generally not available: Will only be available Friday Oct. 1, 2021 in the afternoon and evening. Hotel in downtown Detroit

Age:  49

Height:  6'2"

Weight:  300 (chub build)

Ethnicity:  White

Into sexually:  Anonymous, servicing groups of tops, giving sloppy deep throat head, receiving raw anal, creampies, ATM, more depending on the guy

 

It would help a lot if you attach a picture, but that's optional.

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.

19 hours ago, timfreo said:

Knowingly taking a Poz load is intense 🔥

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.

Part 2: The Return Trip

A week had passed. A week during which I had experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Worry that I might be pause turned to not caring, then excitement at the thought, then back again. I had always known that I was likely to get pozzed at some point, and the fact that it was on the dirty floor of a sketchy storage room was the perfect place for it to have happened to a pig like me. So by the time I got the message on BBRT, I had settled into the thought that I no longer had to wonder.

"Headed home tomorrow," it read. "Up for Round 2?"

"Fuck yeah," was my reply.

I didn't hear from him the rest of the evening, so I spent my time with my new plug, stretching and playing with my cum catcher to open it up for that massive cock again. My brown bottle made frequent trips to my nose, heightening the sensation and also my excitement. I'm not sure how, but I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a message: "On my way. I should be there around 10." I checked the clock and saw that it was 8:30. Plenty of time to get ready. I saw that he had messaged only a few minutes before, so I responded.

"I'll be ready. Just like last time."

"Perfect," came the reply.

I hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day in anticipation of my visitor. (Side note: A lot of tops don't seem to appreciate the things we bottoms do to make sure our holes are clean and ready for them. I appreciate the ones that do!)  So a few light douches to make sure I was clean, and I broke out the lube, plug, and little brown bottle again. By the time 9:50 rolled around, I was able to slide the plug in and out of my normally tight hole with ease.

I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed my keys, lube, and little brown bottle. Just for good measure I stuffed the plug into one of the front pockets of my shorts. I laughed as I caught my reflection in the mirror by the door. If the old woman who lived next door to me saw me with a huge bulge in my pants, she'd probably drop dead of a heart attack!

In a matter of moments I was inside the storage room and naked once again. I slicked up my hole once more, then lay on the cold concrete to wait.

Fuck! I had forgotten my phone! What if he tried to message me? I got up to get dressed for a quick run to my apartment when I heard footsteps outside in the hall. Instinctively, I spun back around and resumed my position on the floor. I heard the click of the door latch as he entered, and the two clicks of the latch and deadbolt that reassured me I would be bred without being interrupted by a nosy neighbor.

My heart beat faster and my pulse began to race as I once again heard the telltale rustle of clothes being removed. Once again he was on me in a flash, but this time the soft kisses on my neck and back were absent. I heard him grunt as he positioned himself over me, then the click of the lube bottle. Seconds later I felt an unrelenting pressure as the head of his cock slipped into my well-greased hole. He did not stop. In no time he was balls-deep inside me, rearranging my guts with that giant cock.

Giant poz cock. I felt a slight shiver run down my spine as that thought ran through my mind. I reached for the brown bottle and took two mighty hits as he began his assault. He was more forceful this time, taking what he felt he was owed. I was only too happy to oblige. As he did last time, he placed his hands on the back of my shoulders, pressing me to the floor. But his thrusts were more urgent this time, more animalistic, each burying his shaft to the hilt. I felt his balls slapping me. I felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on my back. I was in heaven!

And then, with a deep groan that was almost a growl, he unleashed his toxic seed inside me once more. His hips held still as I felt the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing that load so deep it might never come out.

Spent, he stood up and waited for me to clean him off as I had last time. I spun around and got up on my knees; this time I saw the biohazard tattoo, and wondered how I could have missed it last time! It was a good 4 inches across. I felt another shiver run down my spine.

I took that massive member in my mouth and sucked it clean. There was more blood this time, I could taste it. But mixed with the cum and ass juices it made for an amazing flavor, sweet and musky and metallic all at once, and I savored it as long as I could.

At last he turned away, grabbed his clothes, and dressed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, breathless and a little woozy from the fucking I had just taken. I was just regainng my bearings when I heard him say, "If it didn't take the first time, it sure as hell did this time."

And then he was gone. I got up and dressed, collected my things and walked back to my apartment. It was a short walk but with every step I felt his cum seeping out of me, and I hurried to get to my plug. Once inside, I grabbed it and slid it into my ass through my shorts leg. It was a snug fit, but I didn't want to risk bending over to take them off and losing more of that toxic load.

It was 10:30 am, and I was spent. I crawled back into bed and spent the day resting, allowing his poz cum to work its magic. I hope he has another road trip planned soon. If he does, I'll be ready.

I was perusing BBRT one day recently when a new message popped up. It was from a guy more than 200 miles away from me. Normally I ignore messages from guys as close as 25-30 miles away, as the distance can often be an insurmountable challenge. In my part of the Northeast, a simple 30 mile drive can take an hour or more when you factor in traffic, and considering how often guys flake on me, it just hasn't been worth my time or effort to try.

This one was different, though. His profile pic was of a beautiful and massive piece of manmeat, and the moment I saw it my hole twitched involuntarily. Looking through the rest of his profile, I saw that his "intos" included anonymous, gang bangs, raunch, and chubs. He was all top, answering "No" to both "take loads orally" and "take loads anally." And, he was undetectable. I lie on my profile and say that I'm on PrEP, but undetectable guys don't scare me. In fact, it's a turn-on taking undetectable loads from strangers.

Turned out, this top guy was REALLY into chubs, and traveling through my area in a couple of days, and he expressed just how eager he was to meet me. Now, I'm attached and can't host, but I have discovered during the pandemic that my building is full of storage rooms - empty spaces between apartments that had cages added for people to rent when they need extra storage. And most of these rooms are empty and unlocked. The perfect place to play, as long as one doesn't mind standing or laying on the concrete floor. The nastier the better for me, so I'm good with either!

After trading messages, we agreed to meet as he drove through to his destination. I found myself hoping that if all went well, he would want round 2 on his way back home.

On the appointed day, I spent some time prepping my hole. I also lined up a couple of local top friends who fuck me regularly. I don't (yet) own a large plug, and figured it would be best if I were opened and pre-lubed when he arrived. He and I had been messaging back and forth, so I knew when he would arrive. I gave him directions to find my spot, and told him I would be waiting ass up for him.

My friends arrived about a half-hour before he did. We went in order of ascending size, with the smaller 6.5" hung guy opening up my hole first. The second guy supported me as I stood bent-over for this first assault on my hole. These cocks always feel amazing sliding in and out of me, and they appreciate how my velvet hole squeezes them to milk out their loads.

At last I felt the pulses of his cock as my first friend pumped his load deep inside me. He stood still for a moment to catch his breath, then I felt him slowly withdraw. Never one to miss an opportunity to taste cum and ass together, I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. As I did so, my other friend slid his 8 inches balls-deep in me in one motion. It was my first friend's turn to support me as the second cock thrust in and out of my well-greased hole. It must have felt good, because within just a few minutes I felt his cock pulsing as it shot his load even deeper in my guts than the first.

I took the time to clean my second friend off, and the two of them dressed and left, leaving the door unlocked behind them. As I checked my phone, I got the message - "I'm here."

Excitedly, I responded that I was ready and waiting. This time, I lay down on the cold concrete floor, my head pointed away from the door so I couldn't see him as he entered. Within a few minutes, I heard the door open, then the deadbolt click. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, and in no time he was on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and then worked down to my ass, and I heard him gasp - hopefully in delight - when he found me already dripping cum. I felt his fingers, first one, then a second, probe my used hole. Then I felt his tongue and knew he was OK with what he saw. The light flicks of his tongue were a huge tease, and I ached for him to slide his giant cock into me.

I didn't have to wait very long. After tasting the cum in my ass, he slid his body along mine until I felt a familiar pressure on my hole. Slowly, he worked on me, alternating pressure until I felt the tip slip inside me. With that, he continued to push steadily, and before long my asshole was as full as it had ever been! I was very glad I'd had my friends open me up for this monster. I might not have been able to take it otherwise.

He got into a rhythm, stroking in and out of my hole. He raised himself up, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing me into the floor as his pace quickened. I had never been fucked like this before, and I was in heaven! My hole twitched and spasmed as he continued his assault, and a few times I heard his balls slap my ass cheeks as he drive that missile deeper and deeper.

At last, he tensed up, and once again I felt the spasming of a cock as it released its jizz into my guts. But this load was different. It was poz and undetectable, which made the sensation even hotter for me. I relished the thought of his load mixing with the others already inside me, and vowed to hold it in as long as I could.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt the wetness of his sweat mixing with mine. It had been the perfect anonymous fuck. Ever so slowly, he withdrew and stood up. I quickly spun around and got up on my knees, taking that massive member in my mouth to clean him off for the rest of his trip. His cock tasted amazing, with the sweetness of cum, the slight funk of my ass juices, and yes, even a little blood mixed in this time. No surprise, I thought. Something this big pounding me that hard was bound to draw a little blood.

In a matter of moments, he was dressed and gone, off to his ultimate destination. I stayed a little longer, luxuriating in the feeling of complete satisfaction. I checked my phone again, and saw a note from him. He thanked me and expressed hope that we could do the same thing on his return trip. I responded quickly that I would be happy to accommodate him.

Before I signed off BBRT and got dressed, I took one more look at his profile, admiring the enormous cock that had just bred me so thoroughly. As my eyes scanned down the screen, I noticed that something had changed. Where his status used to read "Undetectable" it now read "Positive." And he had unlocked the one locked photo on his profile - a pic of a biohazard tattoo on his hip, just to the left of his gorgeous cock.

Had he stealthed me?  I sent him a message and asked, and the only reply I received said, "Loved your hole. Can't wait to use it again on my way home!"

My reaction caught even me off-guard. I would have thought I would be outraged, worried sick, disgusted. But instead, I felt the exact opposite, like this was always supposed to happen. I had a poz load swimming around in my guts.

I looked back at my phone, and at the last message he had sent. "Me, too!" I replied. "I need more of your cum inside me ASAP!"

With that, I dressed and left the storage room. But I didn't go back to my apartment. Instead, I went out to my car and drove to the nearest bookstore to buy a plug. I was determined to keep my vow to hold his load inside me as long as I could.

I was ghosted by a guy on Grindr who I was supposed to meet. Since I was already cleaned out and ready, I was extra pissed (plus the pic he shared showed a BEAUTIFUL cock!). I had no sooner started scrolling the app again than I got a message from a guy asking if I was ready "right now." I'm used to guys flaking out so I don't usually clean out until I line something up, which means normally when I get a message like that it doesn't go anywhere. This time, though, I was primed and ready.

He told me that he and his girlfriend had gotten a room the night before. She had left for work, and he had to leave within an hour. Could I come now?

"Yes," was my one word reply, followed by a pic of my hole dripping a load I had taken a few weeks back.

The photo I received showed a thick black cock, accompanied by the motel name and room number. "Be there in 15,"  I replied, and headed for the door.

Less than 15 minutes later I was knocking on the room door. It opened to reveal a chubby black guy, already naked. Without a word, he lay down on the bed. I stripped, then bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth. He was soft, but with the combination of my expert tongue and light caresses of his balls, he was soon hard as a rock.

It was then that I realized I had forgotten to bring my lube. Already committed, I took him as deep into my throat as I could, getting his shaft all slick and letting the strings of spittle stretch from his cock head to my lips as I pulled away.

I didn't say anything, but instead turned around and climbed onto the other bed on my hands and knees. He took the cue, and stood behind me. In one fluid motion his slicked-up shaft was inside me and he was grabbing my shoulders for maximum leverage. He was a machine with one setting - he pounded my hole relentlessly, the slaps of his skin on mine reverberating in the room as he owned my slutty hole.

He surprised me by picking up his pace as he got closer to giving me his load. His hands moved from my shoulders to around my neck as he did so. I had never been choked during sex before, but I was loving this brutal assault on my hole so much that I didn't care. His grip on my neck tightened and loosened until finally he let go and grabbed my hips. He stopped mid-stroke and I could feel his load releasing deep in my guts.

I dressed quickly and left without us exchanging another word. I'm hoping he'll hit me up again next time he and his girlfriend get a room. If I see him online, I'll get myself ready, just in case!

On 12/26/2020 at 9:08 AM, Dexus said:

New York City (if staying in the right part of Manhattan) I feel I could have guys come and go from my hotel for anon loads at any time of the day or night.

What area(s) of Manhattan would you recommend?  I know of a couple hotels that don't require key card access for their elevators, one on 27th and one on W 42nd. Planning to spend a weekend ass-up in the city later this summer so any recommendations would be appreciated!

It was the beginning of summer, when the soft wet ground of spring has dried and [banned word] of all varieties make their way outside to do what they do best.  I'm a total cum slut bottom who gets off being used pretty much anywhere as long as there's a low probability of getting caught and hopefully a high probability of being watched.  My neighborhood is one of those that the gentrifiers call "in transition."  It's a former warehouse district where some of the buildings have been converted to offices, studios, condos and lofts, while others continue to serve their original purpose.

I was walking home from work one very warm evening around six when I spotted the neighborhood ice cream truck.  The music playing from the speaker on the roof reverberated off the buildings around it, the echo giving the song an almost ethereal sound.  A few mothers were walking away from the truck with their kids as I approached, and since it was so warm, I thought, "What the hell?"

"Hi," I said to the guy inside as I approached.  His back was turned so I couldn't see his face.  "What do you have left?"

"Lots of everything," he replied, turning around.  I didn't notice his face as he did.  Even under his apron I could make out a huge bulge that must have been straining his jeans to their breaking point.  "What'll you have?"

Regaining my composure, I scanned the menu board full of colorful pictures and settled on a bomb pop.  As he turned to retrieve it for me, his t-shirt rode up ever so slightly in the back and I caught a quick glimpse of part of a tattoo in the small of his back.

He turned back to me, bomb pop in hand.  With a smile, he leaned forward to hand it to me and as he did, said, "No charge. I'm closing up now.  I have to take the truck back to the warehouse where I store it."

"Thanks," I said, surprised at his generosity.  There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite read.  I studied him perhaps a little too long, and he took notice.

"I've seen you before," he said.  "You were hosting blindfolded in the motel a couple of blocks from here.  I came by and used your hole after work."

My hole twitched involuntarily.  I had always wondered what it would be like, running into someone I didn't recognize but who recognized me.  Part of the fun of taking anonymous loads blindfolded is that you never know if someone you see on the street, or meet at the office, has been in your holes and knows who you are.

Intrigued, I leaned on the small counter outside the service window.  "Yeah?" I asked.  "What did you think?"

He grinned.  "It was amazing.  In fact, I'd love to use it again."

"I'm not doing anything now, how about you?" I asked as my cock started stiffening in my pants.  I was breathless with anticipation, hoping he would agree.

"Hell yeah," he said, still grinning.  "Hop in.  The warehouse I'm headed to is used to store food trucks.  They'll all be out by now, so we can park and have the whole place to ourselves."

I didn't need any more urging.  I slid open the passenger side door as he folded up the service shelf and closed the awning over the window.  Hoping in the driver's seat, he shut off the music and started the engine as I buckled into the passenger seat.  Before he put the truck in gear, though, he turned to me.

"I want you blindfolded again, is that cool?"  I nodded eagerly.  "Hell yeah!"  The grin returned to his face and he threw the truck in gear and lurched away from the curb.

We had driven down the street only a few blocks past my building when he turned left into an alley.  A hundred yards down, there was a large metal rolling door in the building on the right.  He stopped the truck, hopped out, and walked over to the door.  Sliding a key into a box mounted to the wall next to the door, he turned it, and the door began moving with a rattle.  He hopped back in the truck, and once the door was open wide enough he drove through.

The space inside was cavernous.  The roof was about 30 feet high and lined with clerestory windows that brought light to the interior.  The warehouse was divided into stalls that resembled cages, with steel posts supporting chicken wire.  I assumed that each stall was for a truck, and the wire fencing intended to prevent theft of the trucks or their contents while they were unattended.  As he promised, the place was empty.  The engine noise of the truck reverberated off the walls, a cacophony of echoes in the empty space.

He swung the truck into a stall about halfway down on the left.  The back wall was lined with cabinets and freezers; presumably this is where he kept his excess inventory so he could stock the truck each day.  Against the cage wall on my side of the truck was a stainless steel table on casters, about five feet long and three feet high.  He shut off the engine and we sat for a moment in the sudden silence.  Motioning for me to stay in the truck, he hopped out and walked around to my side.  Sliding the door open, he reached into the glove box and pulled out a blindfold and a small brown bottle.  I also spied a bottle of lube, which he left in its place as he closed the glove box again.  Silently he motioned for me to turn my head away from him and I complied; the next moment the blindfold was over my eyes and tied tight behind my head.

Next, I detected a familiar scent and realized he had placed the open brown bottle under my right nostril.  I held my left closed to get the full effect and inhaled deeply.  My head swam and I felt a warm rush of relaxation and lust all at once.  He still said nothing, instead unbuckling my seat belt and helping me down from the truck.  Once standing outside the truck he silently undressed me, and I heard the soft whisper of my clothes falling to the floor.  By this time I had a raging hardon, and wasted no time in freeing it from my boxers.

Once I was naked, he guided me away from the truck until I felt cold steel pressing against my thighs.  The rolling table.  I instinctively understood what he wanted me to do, and so with his help I climbed up onto the table, onto my hands and knees.  Then the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and more clothes hitting the floor.  The brown bottle made another appearance under each of my nostrils this time, and I inhaled deeply as he held the opposing nostril closed each time.  My head was swimming as he pulled me forward so I was laying prostrate on my stomach.  The cool steel felt amazing against my rock-hard cock and my nipples.

I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf his shaft.  He placed his hands behind my head as he expertly guided the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat.  It had the taste of sweat and piss that I expected from someone who had been working all day.  I swallowed his entire length, which I judged to be about 9 inches.  I stuck my tongue out to caress his balls as they touched my chin.  I began to drool as he slid that monster in and out of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex as best I could.  Before long, his cock was covered in thick saliva.  It's a perfect time for him to fuck me, I thought, but he had other plans.

Withdrawing his cock from my throat, I heard him walk away and then one of the freezer door latches clicked, as though he had opened it.  I strained to hear what he was doing since I couldn't see.  The suspense was killing me.  Was he going to feed me ice cream to chill my mouth before he used it some more?  Fuck me with a bomb pop?  My head swam with possibilities.

Finally I heard his soft footsteps returning and a slight 'click'.  i couldn't quite place it.  It wasn't a lube bottle popping open, that much I knew, more like a plastic cap being unscrewed.  Then I felt something small, hard and cold on my ass.  An ice cube?  That must be it.  He slid it back and forth in my ass crack, from my taint almost to my tailbone.  I felt the cold on my cheeks and the slight wetness as it began to melt while he teased me.  It came to rest against my now extremely hungry hole.  And then, I felt a pressure, and the ice cube was inside me!

It felt amazing.  He pushed the ice deep into my hole, following it with not one but two fingers.  It melted quickly, and as it did he slid his fingers in and out, making my hole slick and causing a bit of water to trickle down my taint to my balls.  I was in heaven!  Unable to see, my imagination displayed images in the dark of what this horny big-dicked guy was doing to my hole.  I was settling in, enjoying the stroking, when he removed his fingers and I felt cold against my hole again.  Another ice cube!  As with the last one, he slid it deep inside me and then stroked his fingers in and out while it melted.

He repeated this action three more times.  In total he had slid five ice cubes inside me.  My hole spasmed around his fingers each time, and in my mind I pictured how wet and sloppy my hole must be by now.  That was when the attention on my hole stopped, and I felt the little brown bottle under my nose again.  Two hits in each nostril had my head swimming as he placed the tip of that glorious cock back in my mouth.  I sucked on it greedily, hungry for the cum inside his balls but desperate to feel it shooting deep inside me.  It would be a terrible waste if after all this build-up, he just shot down my throat!  But I wasn't to be disappointed.  He stepped away again, withdrawing his slickened cock from my throat.  His footsteps moved to beside the table, then to the opposite end near my feet.  He grabbed my ankles without a word and began pulling, indicating that I was to slide down the table toward him.  I complied, and in a moment my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table.

Then he was gone, under the table.  I heard two metallic 'clicks' and before I knew what was happening, he had shackled my wrists to the table.  In most cases I would have panicked and tried to flee, but I was so turned on, so eager to please this man, that I just went with it.  He stood up from under the table and came behind me, and I felt a new and different pressure on my slicked-up hole.  This was warm and a little yielding, unlike those hard ice cubes had been.  Still silent, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass and without stopping, slid balls-deep until his pubic mound pressed into my ass cheeks.  He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then finally he spoke.

"Fuck, my cum feels so good inside you."

His cum?  Then I realized: the ice cubes weren't water, of course, they were frozen loads, chunks of frozen cum that he was now using as lube to fuck my aching ass.  It felt amazing and I sank into it as he plunged that massive member in and out of me.  He smacked my ass and then grabbed me by the hips.  I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself as his pace increased.  I was very glad he had locked the casters on the table, otherwise he'd have fucked me clear across the warehouse!

At last, I felt his thick shaft stiffen, and I knew I was about to receive a fresh load from him.  His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his body go rigid, and he emitted an animalistic bellow as his cock started jerking inside me, releasing what I could only imagine was a massive load deep in my guts.

His grip relaxed, as did the rest of his body, but he left his cock in my ass.  I gave a couple of squeezes to milk out any remaining cum, and each time it made him shudder with pleasure.  At least, he withdrew.

"You made a mess of my cock," he chastised playfully.  "Now you have to clean it up."

I'm a huge fan of ass-to-mouth so I was excited to hear him say that.  His cum dribbled out of my hole as he climbed on the table, leaving me shackled for the moment.  He sat in front of me, one leg draped over each of my arms so his shaft was in line with my mouth.  As he slid the head past my lips, he pulled off the blindfold.

There, in place of his shaved-off pubes, was a biohazard tattoo.

I was stunned into momentary paralysis as he continued sliding his shaft into my mouth.  He had stealthed me, with not one but six loads!  But I was not as horrified by this as I always thought I would be.  My cock stiffened as I sucked his cock, the taste of cum and ass and blood - yes, I tasted blood - mixed on my tongue.  What had happened?

But I could not stop enjoying this beautiful cock.  I wanted another load from it, tattoo be damned.  And as it hardened in my mouth, I knew I would get one.  I worked my head back and forth, up and down his shaft until he let out a softer moan this time and I felt him pump another load down my throat.  I gobbled it up lest I accidentally spill any when he pulled out.

Finally he was done, and he hopped off the table and unlocked the shackles.  My knees almost buckled from the thorough fucking he had given me.  He steadied me with his arm, then gathered my clothes and placed them on the table so I could get dressed.

"We're cool?" he asked.  I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face.  "Oh, yeah.  I realized after I saw your tattoo that you've fucked me before, so why fight it?"

He smiled.  "I'm glad.  That is one amazing set of holes you have.  I'd like to do this on the regular.  I even have some friends who would love to join in."

The cumdump slut inside me perked up on hearing this.  "Absolutely!" I replied.  "Especially convenient since you're so close."

Now dressed, he walked me to the rolling door, which I realized had remained open this entire time!  I couldn't help but wonder, with an inner chuckle, if anyone had heard his great bellow as he knocked me up.  I hoped so.  I walked back up the alley to the street, then walked the few blocks home, his cum seeping from my abused hole the entire time.

I jacked off three times that night, thinking about the poz loads swimming in my guts.  And I resolved, there and then, to take as many more as I could from this man before the summer - and ice cream truck season - was over.

48 just south of Hartford here, cumdump breeding bottom with a deep throat and fat tight ass.  Hit me up here if you're still looking or kik me at barebacking72

I'm south of Hartford and have a few other local tops who would love to join me and stuff you full of cock and cum.

I recently took a new job and while the company is located in my current city, the office is located on the far other side of town.  There is no easy (or quick) way to get from my old apartment to the new company, and so I moved to a shiny new apartment after Thanksgiving.  The move puts me an easy walk from the office, but it had the side benefit of putting me within walking (or stumbling, depending on how much alcohol I've had!) distance of one of the city's best-known all-male 'fitness' clubs.

While I had certainly heard about this place, its distance from my old apartment made it impractical for me to visit.  Besides, there was a bookstore with booths and an adult movie theater near my old pad, and I used to frequent those.  I had lots of luck there, too.  On a typical Friday or Saturday night, I could count on going home with at least two and usually five or six loads in my hole.  In all the years I've visited those places, I've never really cared about my HIV status, but I got tested two or three times a year and was always surprised when the results came back negative.

You see, I'm a total cumdump slut.  I prefer my encounters to be anonymous and raw, and once a cock is in my ass it isn't allowed to pull out until it has filled me with its load.  I was always satisfied with my visits to the spots close to my old apartment, but I had heard the stories of the club near my new place.  Tales ran rampant of guys leaving there with 20 or 30 loads in a single night, of bottoms spending hours in slings with lines of tops waiting their turns to use them, and of huge bareback orgies that lasted all night.

I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered about this place.  I'd be an even bigger liar if I said that it wasn't one of the reasons I selected my new building when I moved!  So, first chance I got, I went to check it out.

My first visit was on a Friday night in early December, about a week and a half after I moved to the area.  I was determined to get unpacked and settled in my new apartment first, so I could throw myself headlong into trying out what I hoped would be my new nightly haunt.  I walked the quick 10 minutes to the club, and as I turned the final corner I was shocked to see a huge line waiting outside the door.  It was only 10:00 pm!  There must have been fifty or sixty guys waiting to get in, of all different ages and races and builds.  My hole twitched involuntarily at the thought of this testosterone smorgasbord, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would get in.  Two huge attendants in muscle shirts stood outside, patting down each customer before letting them through the doors.  They weren't turning anyone away or making people wait, so I assumed the club must not have been at capacity and eagerly got in line.

There was a couple in front of me in line, both average built guys in their early 30s.  One had his hand discreetly down the front of his partner's pants, and I could see the movement of his hand gently stroking up and down.  They smiled at me and we struck up a conversation.

"I'm new here, haven't been before," I said.  "Is it always this busy?"

"Not always," said the guy stroking his partner's cock.  "It gets busy, especially on weekends, but December is a special month."

"Oh?" I asked.

His partner chuckled.  "You'll see," he said, a knowing grin on his face.  The two of them turned to face the front of the line and he slid his hand down the back of his partner's jeans.

Mercifully, the wait was not long.  I got to the door and one of the attendants patted me down.  Feeling the bulge of my little brown bottle in my pants pocket, he stopped and pointed.

"Take that out," he ordered."  I complied, and satisfied at what he saw, he motioned me through the door.

The inside of the club was exactly as I expected.  It was dark, the walls painted black.  A rope of blue neon circled the room just below the ceiling, and black lights mounted in the recessed ceiling fixtures made the whites and fluorescents worn by some of the customers stand out.  Loud music thumped in my ears as I proceeded to the desk, where a slender, hairless twink in a thong addressed me.

"Here for the evening?"  I nodded.  "Locker or room?"

I opted for a room, paid, and received the key.  As I made my way to the third floor, I passed dozens and dozens of men, all milling about in a frenzy of color and dark under the black lights.  My room was located down a narrow, dimly-lit hallway.  Several of the other room doors were open as I walked past.  A few were empty, and in others there were men sitting around, talking.  It felt odd.  Only in one room did I see any action going on.  An older, chubby guy was ass up on the bed, with two younger guys spit-roasting him.  The top who was fucking him gave his ass a mighty slap, so hard that I heard the smack over the constant beat of the music.  He didn't skip a beat - the old man kept sucking the other guy while the top continued to pound his ass.

Reaching my room, I unlocked the door and went inside.  I shut the door long enough to strip down and hide my belongings in the combination-controlled drawer in the nightstand.  Then I opened the door, took a big huff from my brown bottle, and climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass facing the door.  I was determined to make the most of this visit, and hoped that a passerby would be attracted inside by my pink fuckhole.

Not two minutes had elapsed before I felt a hand softly caressing my ass.  A finger found my hole and slipped easily inside.  This was it, I thought, and I steeled myself for what I hoped would be a rough anonymous fuck.  But instead, a face appeared in front of mine - the bottom from the couple who had been in front of me in line.

"Hi there!" he shouted over the music.  "Mark loves your hole.  Normally he'd fuck you while I watch, but there's something downstairs you're not going to want to miss!"

Intrigued, I stood up.  Both he and Mark were naked.  I could see now that Mark had a gorgeous 7-inch soft cock dangling between his legs.  My hole twitched again as I thought of that cock pressing its way deep into my guts.  But before the fantasy could go any further, his partner spoke again.

"I'm Mark," shouted Mark's partner with a smile.  "We're 'the Marks'."

"Hi!"  I shouted over the music.  "I'm Jay."

"Come with us!"  Mark yelled, and the other Mark motioned us out the door.  We walked back the way I had come, down the hallway and back down the stairs to the main floor.  The three of us were naked, and I could see we were not alone.  Most of the guys there had shed their clothes.  I was surrounded by all manner of manmeat, from the short and thick to the long and slender.  White cocks, Black cocks, Hispanic cocks.  Some shaved clean and some almost lost in the pubes that surrounded them.  A cornucopia of cum.  And I wanted it all.

Bottom Mark grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, chasing after Top Mark.  We turned a corner into a large, open room, and I stopped and stared in amazement.

A man dressed like Santa Claus sat on an elevated chair in the middle of the room.  Some men sat on the steps at his feet, others crowded around him.  Still more lined the walls.  Almost all were naked.

I grabbed Bottom Mark's arm.  "Who is that?"  I asked.

Mark grinned.  "That," he said, "is Santa Poz.  You're going to want to meet him."

"Santa -?"  I stammered.  Mark simply nodded in reply, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Come on, I'll introduce you!"

Not sure what to make of the scene, I followed Mark through the crowd toward this man on his throne.  He was naked from the neck down save for his big, black boots.  His long white beard rested on a solid daddy belly.  Top Mark stood next to him, bent over and saying something in his ear.  Santa Poz nodded and Mark scanned the crowd, found Bottom Mark and me, and motioned us over.

Nervous but curious, I followed Bottom Mark over to where this man was sitting.  "He's known as Santa Poz because he has a 100% hit rate.  If he gifts you, it takes.  Every Thanksgiving he goes off his meds and lets his viral count climb.  By December first, he's ready.  He gifts one bottom a day through Christmas Eve.  Twenty-four guys a year."

As we drew closer, I saw a huge slab of man meat protruding from his lap.  No wonder he had so much success!  He probably tore apart every hole he fucked.  I kind of wanted to see what it felt like to have suck a massive member buried in my guts.

Top Mark leaned back over to speak to Santa Poz, motioning to me.  "This is Jay!"  he shouted.  Santa gave me a silent nod of acknowledgement, then motioned for me to turn around.  I slowly pivoted 360 degrees, letting him ogle my body, and returned to face him.  He smiled, then stood and raised his arms, motioning for everyone to be quiet.  His cock hung two thirds of the way down his thigh.  It was at least 10 inches soft, and almost as thick as my forearm.  It was framed by two huge, hairless balls.

The music stopped and the crowd parted.  A king-size sleigh bed appeared in the doorway, pushed by the two Marks who had somehow slipped out of my sight as I was modeling for Santa.  Casters were mounted to the underside of the bed frame, and they rolled it through the crowd and stopped in front of the throne.  Then Santa spoke.

"Friends," he began, "you all know why we're here.  Each night in December, I offer one man the opportunity to join the poz brotherhood."

Wait, WHAT?  My mind started spinning.  Surely he didn't mean me!

Yet he pointed to me.  "I have selected this man to receive my gift, should he wish to receive it."

I was reeling now.  Was this happening spontaneously, or had the Marks singled me out in line?  Did I fit a particular type that this Santa Poz preferred?  What the hell was I doing?!?!?!  I had resigned myself long ago to the idea that I would eventually become poz, but this was so explicit, so in-your-face, that I simultaneously felt titillated and repulsed.  I couldn't think clearly.  I wanted that cock to split me open, to tear my asshole and leave me a gaping, cum-dripping puddle of sweat in the middle of that bed.

But I had never - in all my years of taking raw, anonymous cock - ever knowingly taken a poz load.  Could I?

I felt every eye in the room on me.  Everyone watched and waited for my response.  I looked at the two Marks, then at Santa Poz, and that huge slab of man meat hanging between his legs.  I was torn, I was confused.

And then my body began moving toward the bed, as if I were being guided by an invisible hand.  Was this really happening?  Was I about to go through with this?

I climbed on the bed.  The crowd cheered and applauded.  The two Marks were grinning wildly.  Santa Poz had a look of contentment on his face.

"Let us prepare this man to receive my gift!" he cried, and the cheers and applause grew louder.

Once on the bed, I assumed the ass-up position, offering my hole to this man with the huge cock and the balls full of toxic cum.  Top Mark approached with a bottle of lube that had a nozzle screwed on in place of a cap.  Inserting the nozzle into my hole, he proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into my rectum.  Next, Bottom Mark picked up a rather large plug from under Santa Poz's throne.  He came to the other side of the bed and set it down next to me.  Each of them then produced a small brown bottle and simultaneously held one under each of my nostrils.  I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer.  My head swam from the effects, but I exhaled and took another hit anyway.

At that point I felt pressure on my hole, and assumed that Bottom Mark was inserting the plug.  I glanced back, only to see the plug still on the bed beside me.  Was this Santa Poz?  No, he still sat on his throne, watching these men prepare me for him.

I felt a searing pain in my hole and knew what the pressure was.  A brush.  They were scratching up my insides to make sure his gift took.  Bottom Mark  offered me a brown bottle again and I inhaled mightily as Top Mark began to work the brush in and out.  My hands gripped the bed sheet as I endured this onslaught.  After just a few moments, he was done, and Top Mark removed the brush from my hole.  He held it up to show the crowd, and they cheered.  Then he placed it within my view, and I saw that it was a standard-looking bathroom brush, about four inches across.  The normally white bristles were red with my blood.  Lube dripped from it as he placed it on the floor beside the bed.

The crowd began to chant.  "Santa Poz!  Santa Poz!"  The brown bottles appeared under my nose again, and I took two more long deep breaths.  My head was swimming and my poor scratched up hole was throbbing, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event.

Bottom Mark inserted the plug next.  It felt larger than it appeared, and my hole spasmed a bit around its girth.  He slowly worked it out, then slid it back in until my sphincter slammed shut on the base.  Over and over he continued, until my hole had loosened to the point where he could move the plug in and out with ease.

Then the crowd went quiet.  Another hit on the brown bottles, and I felt the pressure of another body on the mattress.  He pushed my ass down so I was laying on my stomach, my legs together as he straddled them.  This was the first time I noticed that despite all the poppers, my cock was rock-hard.  I felt the wetness of my precum on my stomach as I pressed into the mattress.

"Spread your ass," Santa Poz ordered me, and I complied.  I heard the click of a lube bottle, then a few drops dripped onto my ass as he slathered his giant shaft.

Then it was time.  He shifted on the bed to line up, and positioned that massive missile over my already-abused hole.  I was breathless in anticipation.  He was gentle at first, working the head of his cock into my ass.  I opened easily and my hole greedily consumed it.  He rested like that for a moment, gently rocking on his knees with just the tip of his shaft inside me.

Then without warning, he plunged balls-deep into my tight, sore ass.  Every last inch was suddenly and unexpectedly inside me.

I screamed in pain.  I writhed in pain.  I tried futilely to get away from the burning, searing torture he had brought upon me.  The two Marks held me in place as Santa Poz leaned forward and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, pressing me into the bed.  With that, he began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and stretching my hole like it had never been stretched.  Once he had me held in place, the two Marks brought the brown bottles back to my nostrils, and after a few more whiffs I was able to begin relaxing.

The fucking was relentless.  This man's cock was easily 13 inches long and eight or nine inches around.  It filled me like I have never been filled before or since.  The head of his cock may have bounced off my diaphragm for all I know.  I could neither think nor speak with that monstrosity inside me, and I was only vaguely aware that the crowd now surrounded the bed, watching and cheering and yelling as I submitted to my fate.  A few times, he backed almost the entire way out before slamming balls-deep again, and for a brief moment each time, everything went dark.

Finally, Santa Poz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's time for your Christmas gift."  I was surprised to find that I was sad this amazingly intense experience was coming to an end, and that I was oddly excited for the outcome.  Almost automatically, I replied, "I want your poz gift, Santa.  Please give me my gift!"

A few more mighty thrusts, and he froze.  His hips bucked as he pumped his toxic seed deep inside me.  When he finished, he collapsed on my back, panting.  The crowd cheered.  It was all so surreal to think that I was now almost certainly poz.  But somewhere in my clouded mind there came a sense of relief that it was done, that I knew it was done.  The waiting was over.

Santa Poz finally got up, his now flaccid but still huge cock sliding slowly out of me.  I felt a sudden sense of disappointment; my hole felt oddly and sadly empty after having been so full.  He walked to the head of the bed to show me his cock.  It was covered in lube and cum and yes, my blood as well.  I leaned forward and took what I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, cleaning it off as best I could.  I savored the taste of his fluids and mine mixed together with the sweetness of the lube.

As I slowly regained my composure, Bottom Mark appeared again, this time with an even bigger plug than before.  "Keep this in for the rest of the night," he advised, as he worked it into my gaping hole.  I suddenly felt full again.  He helped me to my feet and then he and Top Mark escorted me back to my room.  I thought briefly about offering to blow them both in thanks for the evening, but I was exhausted.  I got dressed, and they walked me out of the club and put me into a cab for the short ride home.  I vaguely remember some of the club patrons coming up to me as we exited, congratulating me and telling me how hot it was to watch me get pozzed.

By the time I got home it was nearing 4:00 am.  I stumbled into my apartment and collapsed on my bed, where I had a deep and dreamless sleep until 2:00 the next afternoon.  When I awoke, the plug was still inside me from last night and my hole had started to tighten up again, so it took some effort to get it out.  When it emerged with a "pop!," a puddle of cum and lube and blood gushed out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor.  I cleaned up the mess and then, assuming they had meant for me to keep it as a souvenir, I washed off the plug and placed it in my nightstand.  Then a long, hot shower and a cup of coffee to wake me up.  

I looked at the clock; it was almost 5:00.  Time to grab some food and get ready to go back to the club.  "I wonder who will receive Santa's gift tonight?"  I thought to myself.  One thing was for certain: I would not miss being in the audience to watch tonight!

It's been two and a half months since I met Santa Poz, and I got the call today.  His success rate remains steady at 100%.

Got hit up by a guy on Grindr over the weekend. We've messaged on bbrt before too, but have never been able to make things work so we can get together. He's late 50's and his pic shows a huge uncut black cock, and I've wanted it inside me since I first saw it.

This time, though, his timing couldn't have been better. I had been prepping myself for a guy who flaked on me (surprise!), so I was ready to roll. His orders were clear: message when I arrived at the parking lot. Proceed to his room where he would open the door. No talking. Strip and get on my knees.

I did exactly as I was told. He stood behind the door when he opened it so I had no idea what he looked like. The room was dark, with the TV providing the only light - and covering sound in case things got noisy. As instructed, I removed my clothes. He sat on a towel at the end of the bed and I could see he was a shorter, slender, muscular guy. And his cock was totally out of proportion. It was huge! His pics did not do him justice. He was more than 8 inches semi-hard, with big shaved balls.

I pulled out my brown bottle as I knelt on the floor in front of him. Taking a big whiff, I quickly took that massive member into my mouth, swallowing it all the way down my throat until my tongue was caressing his balls. He moaned in surprise - I don't think he expected that so quickly - and while he was only semi-erect when I first knelt down, by the time I let him slide back out of my throat and mouth he was rock hard, and had grown to at least ten inches.

I grabbed his shaft and began tonguing his tight balls. He moaned some more in pleasure as I gently stroked him while my tongue danced across his scrotum. I shifted to take another whiff and suck him back into my mouth when he stood up. Grabbing my head on either side, he rammed that huge dick into my throat. I gagged and bucked, but being the good slut I am, took the pounding he wanted to give me.

At one point he grunted that he was going to cum, so he slowed his pace and then removed his cock from my mouth. He motioned me onto the bed, and I eagerly got on all fours with my ass pointed at him. His cock was slick from fucking my throat, and despite his size, he slid into my hole with relative ease. I felt him go deeper and deeper until he hit my second sphincter. He paused for a moment, then pushed past that too.  I tried to keep quiet as he grabbed my hips, placed one foot on the bed beside me, and proceeded to drill me in a way I haven't experienced in almost a year. It was sheer heaven! I grabbed the sheets to steady myself against his onslaught. Soon, his body began to shake and he let out an animalistic moan as his cock pumped a giant 3-day load deep in my guts. I squeezed his shaft, alternately tightening and loosening my sphincter to milk every drop from his balls.

Finally, spent, he stepped back and slowly slid out of my ass. He gave one more involuntary shudder as I squeezed my hole one last time. I spun and gave him my customary cleaning. sucking the saliva and cum and ass juices off his dick. He stepped back and without a word, headed for the bathroom. I quickly dressed and as he finished cleaning himself up, stepped out of the bathroom to open the door for me. I slid past him without another word, into the hall.

Just got back from my second time doing this with him.  My hole's still dripping.  His cock hits my prostate just right when he rams home.  So fucking sexy.

Just got back from the hottest scene I've experienced this year.  In any other year I'd still write about it, but it would be competing with some pretty amazing anonymous group sessions.

Got a message from a guy on Grindr this morning.  I was working, so we agreed I'd meet him around 4 pm.  Of course, right there I figured he'd be offline and incommunicado when I was ready, but he stayed in touch throughout the day.  Told me he had lube and poppers, all I needed to do was to bring my fat ass over for him to breed.

So, I started prepping around 3, doing occasional douches to make sure all was clear by the time I left.  Promptly at 4, I signed off my laptop and headed for the door.  I had very specific instructions: Walk in the unlocked front door and follow the music to the bedroom.  Strip, assume the ass up position, and message him on Grindr that I was ready.  When I arrived at the house, the front door was ajar.  I walked through to the back and found the bedroom where the music was playing.  The door to the room next to it was closed, and I knew that's where he was waiting.  I stripped and placed my clothes on the bed, where I could see them at all times.  Then I climbed on the bed - he had even put down a towel - and sent him the message.

"I'm ready."

I heard the door of the neighboring room open even over the sound of the music.  In no time his hands were exploring every inch - and there are a lot, lol - of my ass.  I heard the click of a lube bottle, and as the fingers began probing my fuckhole, he threw a bottle of poppers onto the bed next to me.  I took off the cap and inhaled mightily as I felt the tip of his still-soft cock against my hole.  Like the greedy cum dump it is, my hole opened to welcome the advance.  Before long, the head popped in, then out, then in again.  I could tell he was getting stiffer with each thrust, and before I knew it, he was sliding into me balls-deep.

I was looking for something quick, but I also wanted to enjoy myself, and he took his time.  I kept hitting the brown bottle, savoring the sensation as he plunged in and out of my ass.  Each time I thought he was going to fill me with cum, he slowed down and bided his time.  He lasted the perfect amount of time.  I was just beginning to feel like I needed to leave when he grabbed my hips and thrust deep.  I squeezed my sphincter but didn't feel his cock spasming, so I wasn't sure he had cum.  He collapsed on my back, then stood again, withdrew his cock, and I heard the door to the other room click shut again.  I stood to get dressed, and that's when I realized that my hole is not as tight as it once was.  As I bent to pull on my underwear and shorts, I felt a gush of cum dribble out of my ass and into my clothes.  In a hurry to get going, I did up my shorts anyway and headed for the door.

Once home, I made a beeline for the bathroom.  My underwear was an unholy mess of white, but it hadn't seeped through my shorts.  It was so hot to think this complete stranger blew a huge load in me, and I never saw his face.  I sent him a message that I had a great time, and he messaged back that he did, too.  Looking forward to the next time he shows up on Grindr.  Maybe we can make that a regular thing!