PunkBear

Less than ten minutes ago, hooked up with a guy via chat. I asked for a face or at least a dick pic, but in the end, horniness won out. I met him at a parking lot across from a cemetary, he looked decent, had a nice uncut 7' cock. I sucked him for maybe a minute, then I turned around and let him fuck my ass. He wasted no time and started deep hard thrusts right away and bred me within maybe two minutes. If I meet up with him again, I definitely need to lube up first... he's quite a merciless fucker. But definitely worth a repeat, if only for the nice fat load I can feel oozing out right now.

There's a small park between the subway station I got off and the gay quarter; at night and in the early morning, it's naturally a cruising ground for drunk guys after the bars close, and I am frequently to be found among them. This particular night even as I began my trip into the city, I was already incredibly horny as I hadn't been fucked in a few weeks; in a small city with an underdeveloped gay scene it can be difficult for a tall, hairy, stocky guy in the transition stage between "cub" and "bear" proper to find a fuck. But it was barely past 11:00 PM so I figured I'd just take a cursory stroll through the park and then try my luck in the bars. It was a warm night in summer, so there were quite a few more silhouettes to be seen than I'd have expected for so early in the night, but no one who caught my interest; I was horny but not yet at the stage where I was willing to take just any cock. I lit a cigarette and sat on one of the benches, hoping for a promising newcomer after I'd taken stock of the current visitors. Finally, I started to walk to the park's exit - I would probably back in a few hours, with a few beers and a few more loads in me and in total cumwhore mode. Near the exit of the park, in a little side spot lined by thick hedges, were a set of table tennis plates. Usually, there were no guys there, as it was too close to the well-lit main path and easily spotted by any police car. Tonight, however, I saw a man leaning against one of the plates; he was short with a full black beard, and a thick pelt of fur poking out of his collar. His dark complexion and thick hair pegged him as Turkish or Arab, or maybe Greek, and I immediately wanted to find out which one it was. I approached him slowly, catching his gaze. His facial expression remained detached and cool, but he put on hand on his crotch, grabbing his cock and giving it a squeeze. I fixed my eyes on his bulge and licked my lips. As soon as I was within reach, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down towards his bulge. It was clear he wanted to dump his load quickly and without hassle. I dropped to my knees and eagerly started to lick across the denim covering his bulge, feeling for the head with my tongue and then starting to suck on it, making the bulge grow. He started to grind his still covered crotch into my mouth, pressing me against it. A low moan escaped his lips. Finally, he unzipped and with some diffculty pulled his cock out. It was above average in length, but not extremely so, cut (so most probably Turkish or Arab) and on the whole of average girth, but a massive thickness in the middle. Precum glistened in the dim light. I eagerly licked off the first drop, savouring the salty taste on my tongue. He wasn't in the mood to indulge me savouring however, and started to drive his cock into my mouth. I barely covered me teeth in time, his thrust making the inside of my lips scrape against them. I grabbed hold onto his thighs as he pushed past my tonsils into my throat, right to the hilt on the first thrust, my nose buried deep in his thick pubes and his balls pressing against my chin. He wasted no time starting to fuck my throat hard, allowing me only short intakes of breath, allowing me to smell a mix of sweat and old cum, probably this morning's wank. I did my best to enhance the experience for him, pushing his cock towards my palate with my tongue, sucking and swallowing the excess of precum and saliva in my mouth. He was half-grunting, half-moaning. Every once in a while he would violently shove his cock all the way into my mouth and hold it there, grabbing my hair so hard I thought he was pulling it out and making my eyes water, until I would have to push myself off him once I ran out of oxygen. After the third time he had done that, he grabbed my chin and turned my head upwards, locking eyes with me. With his thumb he traced my lips, while his other fingers were surpringly tender stroking my beard. "I'm close, want me to fuck you before I cum?" he spoke with a faint accent, his voice was deep and hungry. I could barely manage a nod and grunt signifying my assent. He pulled me up and stepped around me. I quickly undid my belt buckle and dropped my trousers. For the first time I noticed how sweaty I was, as my ass was exposed to the night air. He pushed me down onto the table tennis plate. I reached back to spread my cheeks and expose my hole towards him. He grunted in approval and he spat on it. I could feel him rubbing his hard cock head against my hole, rubbing precum and spit into it, teasing my and slowly pushing his head in. "No condom, yes?" "Please," I managed, barely. There was no question I needed him raw. He pushed the head past my hole, and I had to stifle a scream. He gave me no time to adjust and started to thrust in further. "You're fucking tight." His thick cut cock tore up my ass; I could take an uncut one easily with just spit and precum, but this was more painful than I had thought. I moaned in pain. "Shut up, I won't take long" he muttered. He placed his right hand hand on my head and pushed me into the table and held my right arm behind my back with his left as he starting to really fuck me, deep and hard and fast. He hadn't lied, after about two minutes he let out one more deep grunt, thrust one last time deep inside me and came, pumping his load deep inside my ass. I could feel his cock twitch inside me. He collapsed on top of me, and I could feel the of his body. "Thanks, I really needed that..." and to my surprise, he kissed the back of my neck before pushing himself off me and withdrawing his cock from my ass. I heard him zip up before he said "Hope to see you around again," and with that, he left. I was still lying on the table tennis plate, trousers around my ankles, my freshly bred hole still exposed to the night air, my left cheek throbbing from where it had chafed against the plate during the fuck, breathing in deeply. It took me a further minute before I managed to stand up myself and pull up my trousers. I quickly thought about going back home, before I decided that with my hole already fucked open and a load up my ass, tonight would be a good night to cruise the bars after all.

Joining the prefer uncut side. Wouldn't turn away a nice cut cock, of course, but uncut does win out over cut quite a bit.

I love kissing, a lot (hell, I'm one of those guys who sometimes prefers to make out for an hour than to fuck at all), but it does require a better level of chemistry than it takes to be willing to suck a guy off or let him fuck me. Maybe not logical, but well, those are my intimacy boundaries.

What do you crave most? Cock or loads deep in you? It is really the combination I need. I love the feeling of cock inside me, but it just isn't complete without the top breeding me. But if a guy shoots his load on the first thrust, that's not enough either. Do you ever feel satisfied or are the cravings insatiable? I feel satisfied... eventually. But my truly cumhungry slutty phases are marked by an escalation in need for more cock and cum, until it suddenly crashes after enough fucks. How many loads does it take to turn you into an “any cock, any hole, any load” guy? I only really hit the mood when it comes to swallowing where it sets in after the first load; I'm generally choosier about who I let fuck me. How old were you when you first realized it was about your hole/pussy/cunt and not your cock? Was it innate and there from the beginning or did you learn it over time? It became very quickly apparent when I started to have sex at 17, but it took a few years for me to fully accept it. The hottest opening line I ever heard was, “I don’t care about my cock.” Do you even think about cumming? Do you have a need to? Yeah, absolutely. Usually not during the fuck though, mostly I wank later at home. When you are home alone, do you play with your hole or your dick? Cock only. Assplay alone doesn't do anything for me, need a fucker and his cock for it to turn me on. Are you afraid of how deep your cravings are and the levels you will submit to in an effort to satisfy them? Nah, I've made peace with my darker sides. Do you tell your friends about your cumdump desires or are those separate and secret? Depends on the friend. What would you choose…sucking a hot guy’s huge dick or taking a taking a heavy-set Daddy’s load up your ass? Both, and at the same time if possible. Anonymous sessions or do you prefer to see who is fucking you? Depends on the fuck. If I really just need to satisfy a cock craving, I prefer it anonymously, but if I'm with a guy I'm truly into I love long, intense sessions where I can see his face... especially when he breeds me. Few things are quite as hot as locking eyes with a guy and telling him you want him to cum inside you. Is there anything more important to you than taking loads? Definitely, and a lot of things.

I had a concurrent fresh HIV and syph infection two years back (actually, the syphilis helped me catch the HIV very early because the two of them drove my immune system down so fast I developed oral thrush), and even with the dual stress of then-untreated HIV and the syphilis it cleared up quickly and easily. One potential side effect independent of HIV status is the possibility of developing a Jarisch-Herxheimer reaction, where the body reacts to the toxins released by the dead syph bacteria; basically you feel like shit for a few hours but it should be managable.

I get bored if it's with an unresponsive, passive top. I can and love to suck cock for ages, but some encouragement/appreciation by the top is required for that

Depends on my mood and the guy... sometimes I just need to whore my hole out for a few loads, and sometimes I meet a guy whose cock I just need to feel inside me for as long as possible. And nothing worse than a top who doesn't know how to fuck, who can't time his strokes or only does shallow thrusts that feel more like a prostate exam than a fuck, but who lasts for ages and then still doesn't cum.

Christ, this thread reminded me that the last load up my ass has been a couple weeks... hooked up with a guy in a bar darkroom, nice beard, good kisser, asked if I let guys fuck me bare... obviously I asked him to give me his load. Didn'T take much longer than 10 minutes, but still a good fuck. Funny part was afterwards we both realised he had bred me in the same bar before, though in a toilet cubicle. Last time swallowing was more recent, took three or four loads in a park last Saturday after the bars had been a bit of a bust.

Pretty much the same for me.

I have limited standards... which I have been willing to ignore if I was cumhungry enough. Also depends on what they want - there's been plenty of guys I found off-putting whose loads I still swallowed or took up my ass as long as they didn't want to kiss me. Or talk afterwards. I love it when guys just see me as a hole to dump their cum into, but to me in turn they're just cum-dispensers.