sluttyjimmy

I worked for a suit-and-tie job for several years in my 20s and 30s and had some guys who regularly fucked me on my way to work. When I was about 22, I met one of them on Craigslist one night with the plan for me to drive to his apartment the following morning before work. As part of our CL conversation, he asked what I wore to work, and I told him a suit and tie. We agreed I would keep most of my work attire on while he fucked me full of cum and I would follow his lead without question once I arrived at his place. He also asked me what kind of car I owned, which I felt was a strange question to ask, but he said it was so he could watch for my arrival. The next morning, I parked my car in the parking lot where the guy lived. It was a run-down building just off a busy road that housed many businesses. As I turned the corner to drive down the side street to his apartment, there was a home improvement store on the corner with 20-30 day laborers looking for work. As I drove by them, some of them looked at my car with keen interest and I felt a bit uncomfortable and out of place. I debated on just driving directly onto work, but my fuck hole was twitching in anticipation of getting fucked. The apartment building the guy lived in must have been a motel back in the day. It was a two-story building with doors to each apartment facing the parking lot and street. There were outdoor stairs on each end of the building that took you to the 2nd-story units. His apartment was on the 2nd floor and as I walked up the stairs in my suit, I saw some of the day laborers watching me. I knocked on the guy’s door but got no response. After a second knock with no response, I decided to quickly leave. When I got about 20 feet from the front door, I heard someone from behind me say “Hey…” I turned to see what looked like one of the day laborers. He had to be close to my 70-year-old grampa’s age. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots, and a cowboy hat. As he approached me, he towered over my 5’7” frame, as I guessed he was 6’9”-6’10” tall. As I looked up to his face, I realized the top of my head was at the bottom of his shoulders. He also looked like he weighed 3-4 times my 135 lbs. and his body was fucking huge in comparison. This guy had a big broad nose and large nostrils, gray hair, with a matching goatee and mustache that were unkempt and way overgrown. His face looked like leather from too many years working in the sun. I don’t mean to be rude, but there was no way I was going to have sex with this guy. As I looked at him, I thought “What the fuck?!” Other than being Hispanic, this guy looked nothing like the 32-year-old fit guy he described himself as in his Craigslist response. He had also included a body photo with his response the night before and the body in the photo was definitely not this guy's! I did not want to be rude, so as we stood on the landing, I told him I really had to go and turned to walk away. He said, “Hey” in a booming voice that stopped me in my tracks, and I nervously turned back around to face him. He said, “Come here a minute,” as he turned and walked over the railing that overlooked the parking lot and the road. “See those guys over there?” I looked to see the group of day laborers, specifically five who were significantly older than the rest of the group, who were looking up staring at us intently with shit-eating grins on their faces. Two of them waved at us. The guy said, “It is time for Papi to fuck ‘a puta’s pussy,’ and you are my puta for today. I told mis amigos I am going to fuck your pussy and I let them know that if you walked back down the stairs, that means they should join me fucking you and to bring ya on back. Either way I'm gonna fuck that pussy, so you decide how it's going to be. And with that, he turned and walked to the apartment door I knocked on a few minutes before. I slowly followed behind him, my humiliation complete as I looked back at this guy’s old friends; their eyes glued on me as Papi led me to be totally and thoroughly fucked. Papi walked into apartment and had not even closed the door when he ordered me to remove my suit pants and leave everything else on. I stripped off my suit pants, sliding them over my dress shoes and socks. I looked around for a place to put my pants, but he held out his hand. I cautiously handed them to him, and he commanded me to “stay,” as he carried my pants into another room. When he returned a few minutes later without my pants, he was naked except for his work boots, socks, and his cowboy hat. I stared in disbelief at the huge brown fat donkey dong between his legs. Without thinking, I blurted out “There was NO WAY that’s going to fit inside of me!” He chuckled and said, “I may need to re-arrange your insides a bit, but it’s gonna fit.” He then added, “Mis amigos call me ‘Donk’ and now you know why!” I was still mesmerized by his cock when he unexpectedly tossed something to me that hit my chest and then fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized it was my cell phone that he had taken out of my pants pocket. He told me to call my boss and tell him I was sick and needed to stay home. I took my phone and just stared at it in my hand as he added, “Tell your boss you are having some gastrointestinal issues…by the time I get done with you, it is going to be true!” as he chuckled at my impending reality. I quickly called my boss so I could get this humiliating experience over as soon as possible. I told my boss I had GI issues, and he told me he hoped I felt better soon…Yeah, not likely! “FUCK ME!” I thought to myself as Donk pointed to an overstuffed chair and commanded me to kneel on it. He ordered me to put my knees and legs together, completely exposing my ass and putting it on full display. In this position it seemed like this guy could easily envelope my hips with his massive hands and mount me for a good hard ride. With my knees and legs both together, my ass cheeks were also close together. The inside of my ass cheeks were going to provide extra friction against the full length of Donk's mammoth cock, as it rubbed against the insides of my ass cheeks with every thrust in and out...Fuck! With me kneeling on the chair like a total slut, Donk moved toward the back of the chair to be closer to my face. He grabbed my silk necktie and pulled it out toward the wall. He scrunched the open end of the necktie and pushed it through the opening of a large eye hook I hadn’t noticed before, and pulled the tie all the way through until it was taut. Donk then tied a knot, in effect, making my necktie a leash to hold me securely in place. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Donk then walked around and stood behind me, straddling my legs that were now together. He must has sensed my suit jacket hung too low for him to have easy access to my ass, because I heard him say, “Let me take care of this,” and he pushed the bottom of suit jacket up my back, so all the material clumped against the back of my neck. I thought he would stop pushing once he had full access to my ass, but instead he grabbed the clumped material covering the back of my neck and pulled it up and over my head, so it was now all in front of my chin. I lifted my chin, so the clumped material was wedged between the top of the chair and underneath my chin. With my suit jacket now under my chin, I had flashbacks to when I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up over my head as a teenager, to have it off my chest and stomach when I masturbated. With the tightly stretching fabric of my t-shirt all behind my neck but my arms still in the t-shirt, it felt like my t-shirt had me in a full nelson. In this moment, my suit jacket now had me in a reverse full nelson of sorts. The suit jacket fabric was tight over my head and under my chin. My arms were also still in the suit jacket and there was tension because the fabric was now pulled so tight. Because of the tightness the fabric had on my arms, I could not move or use them, and my upper arms started to feel sore from the tension. As I settled into my new reality, I felt Donk grab the bottom of my dress shirt which still covered my back and hung over my ass. I feared my shirt was going to join my suit jacket under my chin, but Donk forcefully pulled his hands apart at the bottom and to my horror, ripped my dress shirt up the center of the back. I felt the rip go all the way to the base of my collar. Donk then ripped at the top of my shirt underneath the collar toward both arms so he could move the shirt off to the sides, fully exposing my back. With that, Donk said “I think you are ready!” I was feeling pretty dazed at this point, and didn’t even notice Donk had moved, until I heard the front door open and he greeted who I assume were his five amigos who watched us outside that morning, I didn’t really know at that point, with my necktie forcing me to stare at the wall with limited range of motion for me to look elsewhere. Pretty soon, the guys in the room all migrated behind me. While I didn’t understand Spanish, I got the feeling they were admiring my ass. I then felt a finger on my hole and asked the guy to please use lube. Amigo #1 called out for some lube and after a short time, I felt something incredibly cold on my hole, to the point it was almost numbing. I felt some pressure and resistance from my hole. I suddenly felt the coldness go away as he inserted a finger up my ass and I felt him moving his finger around inside my hole in a clockwise motion to open me up. Amigo #1 then pulled his finger out of me, and I felt the coldness directly against my pucker hole again. There was still some resistance, but I finally felt my hole open and a cold sensation going up inside of my ass! It was so fucking cold that I lost my breath for a moment. By the time I had my wits about me, the inside of my ass felt like it was fucking freezing, and I said “What the fuck?!” to which all Amigo #1 said was “Frozen Butter!” I found out later this old man had stuck a frozen stick of butter up my ass! I repeated “What the fuck?!” one more time as I felt the guy’s cock head push inside my hole. Amigo #1 had 7” and was not as thick as the stick of butter. Once the head of his cock was inside of me, he pushed the rest of his cock inside my hole in one fluid motion until he was balls deep. Between Amigo #1's cock and the stick of butter, I had 12” up my ass and the fluid motion caused the stick of butter to go deep inside my hole. As Amigo #1 gained momentum in fucking me, he firmly grabbed onto my hips and started to ride me like I was the pony, and he was the jockey. The overstuffed chair was wide enough to support Donk’s big body, so there was room for Amigo #1 to put his feet on the seat of the chair on either side of my ass. That allowed him to squat down from above me to mount me like a bitch in heat. The forcefulness of his fucking made me feel like we were galloping to the beat of this trusts! After a while, Amigo #1 pulled out and Amigo #2 started to fuck me. His cock seemed short equally fat. It was about 5” long and about 2.5” thick; about the size of a standard can of beer. Amigo #2 stepped right onto the seat of the chair and mounted me, opening me wider. We repeated this process three more times, each cock being bigger than its predecessor. Amigo #5's cock was about 8” long and about 3” wide and once he got a rhythm, he was pushing his cock all the way in and pulling it all the way out with each fucking thrust. Once Amigo #5 pulled out of my hole, I could feel my hole gaping open. While I caught my breath and waited for the main event, I felt another stick of frozen butter being pushed up my ass. There was a sense of anticipation from everyone in the room, as I felt Donk behind me. His feet were on the floor as he started to push the head of his cock inside of me. I screamed because it was so fucking fat! I tried to stay quiet and calm, but it was just impossible given his size. I then saw someone out of my peripheral vision with a ball gag. He ordered me to open my mouth, and he secured it tightly. I had never worn a ball gag before, but it made my screams less noisy. With my noise level taken care of, Donk started fucking me slow. It felt like I had a fucking 32-oz beer can up my ass and it was nowhere near all the way in. It took a while for me to adjust and I was in a daze and lost track of time as Donk fucked me slow and steady for long time, opening me up as much as possible. At one point, he pulled out and stood on the chair with his legs on either side of me. He squatted down and stuck his massive cock inside and started to push it in with one steady and uninterrupted motion. Once he got it a good way in, he said, “Now it’s time to take my puta’s pussy for a ride!” and with that he started fucking me with his huge Donkey dong. As Donk fucked me, I went into another zone. I could feel his cock and the weight of him as his huge body covered me. I am quite confident none of his friends could see me as Donk's body consumed mine. At one point, I hear Donk yell, “I’m all the way in!,” to which the guys all “whooped and hollered,” and that motivated him to fuck me even more. While I could not see my fuck hole, I could tell it was stretched open like never before. At some point, Donk pulled out and said, “Good open puta pussy!” and then started talking to the guys in Spanish. Suddenly and unexpected, I saw a set of hands untying the end of my necktie from the eye hook in the wall and I could now move my neck back and forth! We were finally done, and I could go home and crash until work tomorrow! I’m so glad Donk made me call out sick…Maybe he’s not so bad after all! Before I could lift myself off the chair, I felt hands on my chest, pushing it upward so I was kneeling totally upright in the chair from my waist up. I then felt the hands move to my thighs and my lower back to steady me. The hands on my thighs grabbed them firmly and started lifting me up and off the overstuffed chair, while also supporting my back. I tried to wiggle myself out of their grip, but to no avail. Once I was fully suspended a couple of feet above the chair, Amigo’s #4 and #5 started to move me away from the chair altogether. Once I was clear of the chair, I was able to straighten my legs which dangled freely in the air. As they turned me around at a 90-degree angle, I could still see the overstuffed chair, plus three guys and Donk. As I suspected, these guys were the old day laborers who were looking and smiling at me I now realized that was their plan from the beginning. In that moment though, I felt like I was the primary entertainment at a fucking senior center! My eyes then turned to Donk. He still wore his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, and had a big smile on his face. He told me I was a good puta…”too good for him not to share with his amigos.” They all laughed as Donk approached me. He smiled and put both of his hands on the center of my shirt, where the buttons are located. He slipped his fingers inside with his fingers facing outward and forcefully yanked his hands apart, ripping off the buttons and ripping my shirt open. You could now see my nipples and my chest. With that, Donk sat in the overstuff chair I had recently vacated. He told one of the guys to get more lube, and I watched as Amigo #3 walked to the freezer. I’m thinking to myself, “Oh God, more butter!” I watched as the guy unfoiled the stick of butter at the kitchen counter and brought it on over. I realized as he got closer, however, that I am mistaken about the stick of butter. It’s not a stick of butter, but rather a fucking pound of butter the size of four sticks of butter combined! Amigo #3 approached me with a big smile. He held up the pound of butter at eye level so I can fully see what is about to be stuck up my butt. He then lowered the butter so the hard freezing cold mass it up against my stretched pussy. He pushed the butter up my butt, never breaking eye contact with me, and I realized that while I feltl the intense coldness, I did not feel any friction of the butter going in, because my pussy is stretched open so wide…HOLY FUCK! Once Amigo #3 pushed the butter all the way inside of me, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiling widely, and said, “There ya go!” I was jarred back to reality when Donk loudly loudly slapped both his palms against his thighs on either side of his mammoth rock-hard cock and yelled, “Come to Papi!” With that, Amigos #4 and #5 shifted me so I was facing away from Donk and the chair he was sitting in. They started moving me backwards in a coordinated effort, and before I knew it, both guys were on either side of the overstuffed chair. I was suspended over the chair, with my overused hole just above the massive head of Donk’s 32-oz beer can cock. All the guys start yelling “Uno, dos, tres,” in unison, and on "tres," Amigos #4 and #5 let go of me, and the weight of my body and gravity caused my hole to rapidly impale itself on Donk’s cock balls deep. There was no stopping the slide once it started. When firmly impaled, it was like Donk was Santa Claus, and it was time for Jimmy to tell Santa what he wanted for fucking Christmas! As I sat totally impaled on Donk’s cock, he grabbed my necktie and held the crumpled accessory taut in his huge hand like a fucking leash to keep me in place and to control me. Amigos #4 and #5 moved to the front corners of the chair, bent over and grabbed my legs and started to raise them up high in the air. As they raised my legs up, they pulled them apart like it was Thanksgiving Day and my legs were the fucking wishbone! As they lifted my legs into position, I had no choice but to lean my back against Donk’s chest. In short order, I was lying firmly against Donk’s chest with my legs up in the air and spread wide, like a two-bit whore. At that moment, I saw a flash as Amigo #2 took a photo and came over and showed it to me. Here I was impaled on Donk’s mammoth cock, his fat dong opening my swollen puffy pussy wide. Donk’s impressively huge cum-filled cojones hung very low. The photo showed my expensive dress shirt ripped to display my nipples and chest. Donk’s face was not in the photo, but mine was on full display with the ball gag in my mouth. The photo showed my suit jacket clumped underneath my chin and covering my neck. My arms were sticking out, almost looking disfigured, because they were tightly secured in the suit jacket. Donk’s big shoulders and neck were in the background behind my much smaller boyish body. My body also seemed that much smaller in comparison to Donk’s huge hand in the forefront, clamping onto my scrunched silk necktie and holding me firmly in place. Closest to the camera, the photo also highlights four old, wrinkled hands spreading my legs wide, with my dress socks and expensive leather shoes completing my ensemble. As I stared at the photo in disbelief, Amigo #2 announced, “Great photo for us to use for your next Craigslist Ad!!!” Next Craigslist Ad???! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! As Amigo #2 walked back to his original position, Donk announced to his friends, “We have a good puta who needs mis amigos to fuck cum up his pussy and make him pregnant. Our puta needs lots of biracial babies!” With that, as Amigo #1 approached me and Donk, I realized what was about to happen and I attempted to cry out and furiously shook my head “NO!!!” to which Donk said, “Si, Puta!” As the Amigo #1 squatted down to align his cock with my hole, Donk added, “Don’t worry, Puta! Mis amigos are going to fuck you by cock size, saving the largest for last!” And with that, Amigo #1 started to push his cock up my pussy to join Donk’s!”

Jimmy Nursing For DaDa's Milk

Grandpa porn is fucking hot! Knowing grandpa is potentially 3-4 times older than the guy he's currently fucking...WOOF! It is also hot thinking about the fact that when grandpa was the younger guy's age and bustin his nut anywhere and everywhere, the guy he's currently fucking was not even born yet. DAMN!

I love having a guy go from my ass to my mouth/throat over and over again. Tasting my ass juices on a guy's cock is so fucking great. As a guy goes back and forth between my two holes, it's hot finally knowing which hole sets him over the edge and officially makes me his cum dump.

I was militant about using condoms. I had a boyfriend of six months who was newly HIV+ and we always played safe. It was pre-Prep so we needed to be careful. At the time my boyfriend was not taking any meds because his doctors were determining which meds he could take without having a significant reaction, since he had not responded well to some med options at the time. What also added to the need to be careful even further was that my boyfriend had a huge donkey dick but was determined to wear a regular size condom. Because of that, there were times when the condom would break while my boyfriend fucked me. There were also times when the super tight condom on his over-sized dong, combined with the friction of it going in and out of my asshole, would cause the open end of the condom to push toward the head of his cock. There were numerous times when my boyfriend would pull out and the condom would be all bunched up around the head of his cock. I asked my boyfriend why he insisted on wearing a regular-size condom and he said the tightness of the condom against his cock made his cock feel so much better while fucking than wearing an XL or XXL condom. Because of this, we agreed he would always pull out before cumming, with him spraying his huge loads all over me. One day my boyfriend fucked me while I laid on my back with my legs spread wide. His chest was against mine and I felt his full weight on top of me. My boyfriend had been fucking me for awhile and he had two condoms break so far. He pulled out and put on another regular-size condom and start fucking me again. At one point while fucking me, I felt the third condom break inside my hole. As my boyfriend laid on top of me with his full weight against my chest, I spoke into his ear to let him know the condom broke again. He did not respond and kept on fucking me. I mentioned it again but was not too worried because he always pulled out and I could always tell when my boyfriend was close to cumming, and based on his breathing he still had a ways to go... Then suddenly my boyfriend lets out mind-blowing growl and I hear him scream "FUCK" at the top of his lungs, scaring the shit out of me. Before I could respond to any of it, he plunged his donkey dong up inside me to the hilt and i felt huge ropes of cum deep inside of me. At this point, I am screaming at the top of my lungs as my legs are flailing in the air. I cannot move my boyfriend because he is too heavy and he just lies on top of me with his full weight sinking in as experiences post-nut clarity. I start crying and have tears running down my face as I plead with him to get off of me. My boyfriend finally lifts himself off of me and slowly pulls his cock out of me. I look down in horror as I see the condom was broken and is now all bunched up at the base of his cock like it is a fucking cock ring! I look at my boyfriend and yell "What the fuck?!" I am in total disbelief as I slide off the bed and run to the bathroom. I got in the shower and used the douche hose to go deep as a means of washing his cum out of my ass, but I knew it as futile. I returned to my bedroom and realized my boyfriend was gone. I called his cell phone and it went to voicemail. I left a message and continued trying to call him with the same result and no return phone call from him. After a while, I drove to his place and buzzed the access panel for his condo with no response and no way to get inside. I never heard from my boyfriend again and knew I was fucked in more ways than one. I also knew that condoms were a thing of the past and it was time to finally let my inner piggy out.

I love black cock. The black guys I have been with are not looking for love or romance. They are looking to nut in a warm mouth because they need to empty their balls and are not going to waste their seed. They do it without asking and not caring where it happens; they will take you into the bushes or a dark alley or a parking lot. Sometimes they guide you into the closest public restroom or make you give them road head. There are always glory holes and adult theaters with black cocks ready to nut in my willing mouth. Then there are the black men who want me to suck them off in the comfort of their own homes, sometimes being a good host by having friends stop by to also sample my puffy lips and have a warm mouth to dump into. If it is black cock, it does not matter who it is attached to or what the guy looks like. My purpose is to serve any black cock presented to me and make it nut without exception.

My vehicle-related choices:

I would definitely drink down your blue and green piss! On one hand, knowing ahead of time about the unique color would be good, so I don't freak out, just in case. Normally, however, when I drink piss directly from the tap, I have my lips securely wrapped around a guy's cock so no piss can escape. Because of this, I don't know that I would know about the color difference right away. For me personally, I love the element of surprise. It is fucking hot when a guy takes control and makes sexual decisions that directly impact me without prior discussion, so I would find it very hot to have you piss your unique colors into me without telling me ahead of time! While this would not be for everyone, I would find it hot to undertake experiments with you, ensuring I drink your piss multiple times at all colors, depending on your hydration levels. · This would allow us to confirm if the color of your piss impacts the taste in any way. · Drinking all colors would also confirm if they impact the color of my tongue, similar to when I eat a flavored popsicle and my tongue changes color. · We could also experiment how me drinking the different colors of your piss impacts the whiteness of my teeth. Because teeth are porous, red wine can impact the color of my teeth and I wonder about the impact of blue and green piss. I would think the dark blue piss would have the greatest impact but experimenting would confirm this. o For teeth experimentation, we could do two separate types of tests using each color of piss. First we would see the impact of my teeth color when I take your cock in my mouth so the head of your cock is past my teeth and the piss does not spray directly on my them. I would also want to do a separate experiment of you spraying each piss color directly on my teeth while I either smile big for you or by wearing a dental cheek retractor/mouth spreader that is used for teeth whitening, so my teeth are fully exposed when you piss directly on them. The duration of the piss stream could also impact the color of my teeth, so we probably would want to experiment multiple times with each color and track the time of different piss streaming durations and the corresponding impact on my teeth. It would be interesting to see how drinking down your light blue, dark blue, and green piss impacts my piss afterwards. I would think my piss might change color, maybe being more consistently green when your individual colors meet up with my yellow piss. It would be interesting to find out! Setting the fantasy aside for a moment and on a more serious note: Before you engage with WS, it would likely be beneficial to contact your physician or a GLBTQ+ medical clinic to confirm the potential impact, risks, and side effects of doing WS with other guys, given you are taking Methylene Blue and its impact it has on your urine color. That would hopefully confirm what WS activities are safe to participate in, so you know for sure, and you can share this information with guys prior to hooking up. The guys you are thinking of hooking up with for WS could likewise contact their physician or a medical clinic to also confirm. I know this may be a buzzkill, but it could also ensure everyone stays safe.

I met up with a hot college guy named Evan on a cruising app several years ago. He just finished his finals and was looking for a way to totally unwind. He really got off on a guy blowing him for a few hours while he kicked back and enjoyed some beers and watched TV. He said it took him a while to cum and and once he did, he was good with the guy sucking out a second nut. I asked him if there was anything else he would enjoy beyond the beer and he said, "Pizza!" I told him I could order a pizza to be delivered and asked for his preference of toppings. When Evan arrived, he did not disappoint. He was 21, had auburn hair, and was in very good shape. As I let him in, the pizza arrived, so we made a quick pit stop to the kitchen to get paper plates and napkins and then headed to spare bedroom I converted into a mini-man cave. As we got settled in the room, Evan stripped down to his white calf-length gym socks and sneakers, per my request. I similarly stripped down as he sat down in the Scandinavian springy rocking chair facing the TV. Next to the chair was a mini-fridge and I got him his first beer and I pointed to some nearby red party cups if he wanted one. Evan grabbed the remote and searched until he found a previously recorded college football game available for streaming. Evan then opened the pizza box on top of the mini-fridge and put two slices of pizza on a paper plate. Evan was a bit over 6' 2" tall with long legs, so he was able to give me plenty of room to position myself on the floor between his legs for a marathon suck session. Once settled, I grabbed Evan's chubbed-up cock and inserted it in my open mouth. As I looked up at Evan in that moment, his eyes were glued to the game and he took his first bite of pizza. Evan enjoyed the pizza and beer and asked me to hand him another beer when needed. I could open the mini-fridge and grab a beer without taking my mouth off Evan's cock, to keep the momentum going. The entire time I sucked his cock, Evan never looked at me. He was intently watching the game and shifted his focus to the pizza box when he needed another slice. After about 45 minutes of me continually sucking his cock, Evan told me to stop sucking and to just hold his cock in my mouth. As I wondered what was going on, I suddenly felt one big spurt of piss hit the back of my throat and I coughed in surprise. My eyes bugged out as Evan said "Here it comes" and the initial spurt was replaced with a vigorous and steady stream of piss that was hitting the back of my throat. Talk about emotional overload! I never had anyone piss down my throat. Evan and I also never talked about him pissing down my throat. The taste was gross and yet if I did not drink his piss, it would get all over me and the carpet. Evan knew I had no other choice but to drink his piss and as I looked at him with desperation in my eyes, he made brief eye contact for an instant, maybe to see if I was going to pull off his cock. When I looked at him he had a fucking smirk on his face. Evan's focus immediately returned to the game like there was nothing out of the ordinary. After about 20-25 seconds, I felt a few final spurts of Evan's piss hit my tongue and he was done. I slowly started to suck his cock again. Evan spent almost seven hours (about 6pm - 1am the next morning) in my mini-man cave drinking beer, eating pizza, and feeding me his piss and cum. He streamed two college football games, while he drank five beers and two bottles of water toward the end. He also ate the entire extra-large pizza. Evan pissed down my throat six times, me drinking every drop. With me sucking him and drinking his piss for seven hours, I also pissed six times while I was sucking Evan. The first time I had to pee, I took my mouth off his cock to let him know. As I started to get up to the bathroom, he said "wait!" He reached over and grabbed a red party cum and handed it to me to pee in. The smirk on his face made me realize I did not have a choice. Once I was done peeing, I set the party cup on the floor out of the way, and Evan said, "Don't want any risk it will get spilled and making a mess. Drink up!" I looked at him and his smirk in disbelief, and slowly lifted the cup to my lips and drank it down. Evan made me show him the empty cup and then waved his cock at me to put it back in my mouth, while his focus went back to the game. When we finished up, I confirmed with Evan that he was ok to drive home with the amount of beer he drank, and out the door he went, without a care in the world. I, meanwhile, closed the front door and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could!

I have sucked off front desk guys in the back room you can walk into from the reception area. I have also sucked off hotel managers; one on his office, one in my room, and one in an uncleaned vacant room where the bed was unmade from the previous guests, their used towels were all over the bathroom floor, and garbage cans were full of trash.

I suck cock the way the top/feeder wants it done because it is all about him.

I have a few pee fantasies, most inspired by gay porn I have watched: 1. Have plastic party cups sitting upright in urinals in a public men's room. If the guy is so inclined, rather than peeing into the urinal, he can fill up the cup and after he walks away, I come out of a nearby stall to get the cup and drink down his pee. 2. A waterless urinal that has a hose/pipe connection coming out of the bottom of the urinal that can be secured directly to my open mouth while I lie on the floor underneath the urinal. The pipe keeps my mouth continuously open and the guy spreads his legs and straddles me. There is no place for his pee to go except through the urinal and into my mouth. Having this hooked up in my garage so guys can discreetly walk in from the side garage door to do their business in private would be fucking hot. In a public men's room it would be hot to have the urinal with the hose/pipe coming out the bottom in a private stall, whereby once the guy walks into the stall, he can close and lock the stall door if he wants to have some privacy, and then straddle me lying on the floor. I think some guys would feed me their pee in a public setting like nasty gay bars or bathhouses. I also think some guys would feed me their pee leaving the stall door unlocked and open so others guys could take a look. The private stall also allows those shy guys with a nasty streak to pee into my mouth when they might not be willing to do it with an audience. 3. A trough urinal with a sloped basin that is long enough to have 3-4 guys lined up side-by-side, with one drain pipe in the center attached directly to my mouth, as I lie on the floor. 4. A modified portable outdoor event urinal unit in the shape of a square, whereby there is a urinal for guys to stand and pee in all four corners simultanously. Modify the unit internally so there is sufficient room for me to lie down and breathe comfortably unseen within the center of the unit (haven't figured that part out yet.) Have hoses that connect directly from each of the four urinals to one hose or pipe secured to my mouth. 5. Have my head secured inside a box that rests on the floor so my body is face up and I am lying flat on the floor. The box has a wooden frame and a plexiglass top so I can see the guy peeing. A plastic see-through hose is inserted through the plexiglass top, which is connected to my mouth. The other end of the hose is secured to a large drum funnel which could be 11" - 18" wide by 7" - 13" high to give plenty of space for a guy's strong stream and large volume of pee. In theory, more than one guy could pee in the funnel simultaneously without worry. I would construct it so a guy can stand back on the wooden frame of the box, or on a separate platform, and have his steam of pee project through the air and into the funnel, rather than needing to have his cock right up to the opening of the funnel at all times. The guy can move closer to the funnel opening as his stream diminishes to make sure he always hits his target. I think I could experience three of these options pretty easily but am holding out hope that I can eventually experience all five!

As a bottom, I do not feel any need to get off and my exclusive focus is always on keeping the top satisfied and how to best get him off. I prefer tops who do not give a rat’s ass about me getting off because the focus is all about them. On rare occasion, I have gotten off when the top cums, because the scenario is so hot, it puts me over the edge unexpectedly. I have also had tops literally fuck the cum out of me without me touching myself, which is also unplanned and unexpected. Otherwise, getting myself off only happens after I have taken care of the top. When I can say with confidence “my job here is done,” and the top is fully drained and has moved on, then I can get myself off alone, in the privacy of whatever space I occupy in the moment: That could be in my home, my used room at the bathhouse or in a glory hole booth that still smells of sex and the top having used me to get off.

I have had sex with adult bookstore and gay bathhouse clerks over the years. The most outrageous experiences happened many times for almost four years, when I was 20 to 24 years old. There was an adult bookstore down the hill and easily within walking distance from the Catholic college I attended. I took time off before college, so I did not enroll at this college until I was 20. That fateful night, I was one only customer in the bookstore in the middle of the night when the African American clerk in his mid-30s, as part of his overall cleaning process, cleaned and mopped the floor of the video booths next to the one I was using. I had seen the clerk on previous visits, and he was well-built and came across as having street-smarts and a cocky attitude. That night, when he was done cleaning the video booths next to mine, he opened the door to my booth, even though I was watching porn and the light over the door was lit, indicating someone was using the booth. When he opened the door, I was naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. I was stroking my cock with my right hand and fingering my asshole a finger from my left hand. I jumped when he opened the door and quickly removed my finger from my ass. He clearly saw what I was doing, and I expected him to apologize and close the door. Instead, he said, “Don’t mind me,” and shoved his large middle finger up my ass! I could not believe he was flipping me off with his middle finger up inside my fucking asshole! To add to the moment, my video booth door was fully open because the clerk had pushed the rolling mop bucket against my door and the weight of it kept my booth door open wide. As I stood there in utter shock and humiliation, he unzipped the fly to his shorts and pulled out a big, long cock. In a condescending tone, he told me to turn around, get on my knees, and suck his cock hard. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to stand up, turn around, and show him my “scrawny ass.” Again, I did as I was told, and he ordered me to grab his cock and stick it in my fuck hole. As soon as the big helmet head popped inside of me, he firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy, not giving me any time to adjust the size of his cock. I screamed loudly, but no one else was in the building and he did not seem to care. He fucked me like I was a rag doll and finally he yelled loudly, “TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, BITCH!” Once he calmed down and started breathing normally, he put his cock away and zipped up the fly of his shorts. He swiveled me around and told me to clean fucking booth and to mop the booth floor good.” He then said, “And here is some collateral to make sure you good a good job,” as he grabbed my sweatshirt and my shorts holding my wallet that were sitting on the stool in my booth! As he walked the hall to the front of the store with my clothes, he yelled, “Return the mop to the supply closet when done and come up to the front counter.” “FUCK!” I think to myself, feeling totally overwhelmed. I am bare-ass naked with nothing on but my calf-length athletic socks and running shoes! I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned the booth, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I then grabbed the mop, and mopped the booth floor, making sure I hit every spot so he would not ask for a do-over. I literally ran full-force, rolling the mop bucket to the supply room and closed the door. I then sprinted to the front of the store and the counter where the clerk is waiting for me before any new customers arrived. Before I proceed further with that happened that night, I need to explain something about the counter where the clerks sit and deal with customers. It is to near the front of the store, off to the side directly against a wall. When you approached the counter, it is raised up off the floor whereby the clerk’s waist was shoulder level to the customer who stood below. When the staff interacted with customers, it meant they needed to lean over slightly to grab money or merchandise that the customer lifted to them, with the item being slightly above the customer’s head level when the clerk took it, depending on the customer’s height. I found out that night that the reason the clerk’s counter was so much higher than the customer was because there was an ADA ramp against the wall, with a 30” rise off the main floor to the floor for the counter area. As I ran to the counter and the clerk looked down on me from above with an arrogant smirk on his face, I pleaded for him to give me my clothes back. He told me my clothes were behind the counter and to come on up and get them. That’s when he pointed to the ADA ramp against the wall. I ran up the ADA ramp and when I got to the top, I noticed there was a lot of equipment and merchandise stored the on the shelves underneath the counter. The clerk sat on a stool with a back on it in the space where the clerks directly interacted with customers. He can tell I was looking around for my shorts and my sweatshirt and finally said, “I’m sitting on them.” I responded by asking, “May I please have my clothes back?” to which he said, “It looks like they are teaching you good manners at that private Catholic school.” My eyes bugged out due to him knowing more information than I felt comfortable. I also wondered how he knew, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Your sweatshirt and socks,” to which I looked down at my athletic socks and saw they had the college logo and name on each side. I knew my sweatshirt had the same logo and the college name on it. FUCK, that was not my smartest move! As I stood there totally dazed, the clerk said, “This is what you are gonna do…. You have not cleaned my cock after sticking it up your scrawny ass,” so get down here and clean it off and you will get your clothes back. He made me unzip his fly and pull out his big ole cock and I started to get on my knees, when he stopped me. “This is how it’s gonna be,” as he moved the stool he was sitting on about three feet. “You get on your hands and knees over here, and he pointed to the area direct under the counter where he interacted with customers. I crouched down under the counter. He then moved the stool back in place and sat on it, whereby his cock was level with my mouth. He then barked out, “Now clean my fucking cock, bitch!” I opened my mouth and started cleaning his cock. After about five minutes, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant someone had entered the bookstore, since the clerk and I were alone up until then The clerk greeted the new customer as he approached the counter, and the customer handed him money he wanted converted into tokens. The clerk got the customer's tokens and handed them to him. They talked for a bit and then the customer headed back to the video booths. Based on the position of everything, including me stuffed underneath the counter, the clerk totally interacted with this customer while I had my lips wrapped around his fucking cock the entire time! A bit later, another customer came in and the clerk knew this guy, so they ended up chatting for like 15 fucking minutes before the customer got his tokens and went back to the video booth area. That night, I sucked and cleaned the clerk’s cock for almost two fucking hours while he took care of customers. At one point, when all the customers were in the video booth area, the clerk told me about his long-term plan: He told me he worked at the adult bookstore Thursdays – Sundays from 9pm – 7am. He notified me I would arrive at the bookstore every Thursday – Sunday at 10pm. I would strip down to my college athletic socks and running shoes and crawl into position underneath the counter and take care of his cock. I would be in position for 3-4 hours and then clean the video booths, wearing nothing but my shoes and college socks. He told me that once I was done cleaning the booths, I could go back to my dorm room. I am sure I looked crestfallen at all this news. All I wanted to fucking do was get off in my own video booth uninterrupted while watching gay porn, and now I had become the adult bookstore clerk’s bitch! I was about halfway done with my freshman year on this fateful night. Given we did this routine every week during the academic year unless I had school breaks or a really good reason otherwise, I estimated I was under that counter and took about 500 of his fucking loads! Some additional things to know: · In addition to sucking this clerk’s cock off, he also fucked me. When he fucked me, I was still stuffed underneath the counter, almost completely bent over so my head was down near my knees. When customers were around, the clerk gyrated his hips to push his cock and out of me in a way that customers would not see any movement behind the counter. · There were times when the clerk fucked me, and a customer asked for merchandise at the other end of the clerk counter. When this happened, the clerk swiftly pulled his cock out of my hole to get the merchandise, and when he returned to the customer end of the counter, he seamlessly speared his cock back inside my open hole without even touching his cock. · During the entire time under the counter, I was expected to be completely silent while customers were present, so no one would ever know what a fucked-up mess I had gotten myself into. · The clerk said I would only be wearing my calf-length college athletic socks and running shoes when I cleaned the booths. He also said that unlike tonight, there would usually be customers around while I clean the video booths, and it is important for those sexually deviant men know that a good Catholic boy was cleaning up all of their cum. He said not to worry, the customers were loyal to the bookstore and would not report me being bare-assed naked while cleaning. · To continue with the Catholic theme, the clerk also said there would always be times when I cleaned the video booths that I would find used condoms full of cum or wet cum on the walls, video monitors, or booth floors. He said part of my cleaning process would be to collect all wet cum since the Catholic Church said it is a sin to waste it. Every time I cleaned the booths; I collected the used condoms and there was a jar with a lid with the cleaning supplies to collect the loose wet cum from the booths. The sick fucker’s definition of not wasting that cum meant using it as lube on my fuck hole before he or anyone else fucked me. It also meant drinking the rest of the cum not used as organic lube. · I also found out through a customer calling him by name, that the clerk’s first name is “Adair.” When I confirmed that with him, the clerk gave a big arrogant laugh that was his first name and “Adair” and his name meant “Prosperous Spearman!” He was definitely true to his fucking name!

A married buddy frequently stops by to responsibly take care of his kids. Family planning is important and I am happy to support my buddy's efforts anytime! Gonna babysit my buddy's kids today - once they arrive. Dad dropping off the kids - The kids just arrived! Family planning is very important...

When I was younger, I loved getting together with big, hefty, older men. Being in my 20s or 30s, 5'7" and 135-145 lbs, I loved the size and age differential. My favorite hook ups were with guys 2 - 3 times my weight and the guys who were twice my age or older. I did not care what they looked like as long as they were a lot older and bigger than me. My standard plan I had with older hefty men was that I would travel to them, strip down to my athletic socks and shoes, with big man out of sight and having not seen his body any more than is necessary on hook-up apps. I would lie down on my stomach on either the guy’s bed or on the floor. Once in place, the big man approached me from behind, he’d stick his cock in my hungry hole and lie on top of me with all his weight. It was mutually understood that I was stuck there with nowhere to go because there was no way for me to get the big man off me because he weighed so much more than I did. With his cock deep inside of me and his full weight on top of me, I was at the guy's mercy. It was understood that once we were in position, I could not change my mind and if I said I changed my mind, the big man would tell me “No” or totally ignore my request. The guy could fuck me for as long as he wanted. I had some guys who would use me for hours. Some of them would fuck me full of cum and then lie on top of me and take a nap until they were ready for round 2! There were also some guys who were done once they came, but they were happy and satisfied so no issue there! I met one big older guy in my younger days on one of the hook-up apps and we discussed how hot this scenario was. This guy told me he was scheduled to be on-call for work during the upcoming weekend from like 5pm Friday until 8am Monday morning. He had to stay close to home for the weekend and thought it would be fucking hot to have me pinned between him and a dirty mattress in his basement while he was on-call all weekend. He said work interruptions were minimal and when they occurred, he could do a lot of his work on his laptop while fucking me. He also admitted he might need to take a quick break if job duties warranted. I was skeptical this would work well because I was afraid frequent work interruptions would kill the mood. He said, "I guarantee I will not leave your fuck hole empty for more than 60 seconds at any given time this weekend and if I do, you are free to leave." He also reminded me that I would likely need to freshen up my hole throughout the weekend and I would be given opportunity to do that, which is a fair exchange. Being a bit kinky, this guy said he had an open sleazy shower in the basement with the proper equipment to keep me fresh. He stated that he would remain in total control if I needed to freshen up, so when that happened, he would attach a stockade to fit around my balls. It would keep me bent over and my balls locked in the stockade. He would leave the room unseen, until I returned to my place on the dirty mattress, and he was able to climb back on top and pin me down again with his body and fuck me. While feeling a bit apprehensive, it also sounded so fucking hot! While I was still skeptical overall, I thought I could leave if the work interruptions become too frequent or if he missed the 60-second window of keeping my hole full, which seemed impossible to achieve. With that, I agreed to arrive at his basement on Friday afternoon so I could be stripped down and sandwiched between him and the dirty mattress when his on-call shift began at 5pm. He provided directions for entering the basement through an unlocked outside door. I stripped down to my socks and running shoes and laid on the dirty mattress, which had plenty of stains but no sheets. It was clear the dirty mattress fit the overall mood and the only one getting dirty from the mattress was going to be me. There was a small wedge pillow on the mattress and the guy said I should position it, so my hips and ass were slightly raised off the mattress to give his cock easier access to my fuck hole. I did as instructed, and within two minutes of me lying on the mattress in position, I hear the sound of approaching feet. Mind you, I had no clue what this guy looked like, but he assured me he was a big man and older than me by a significant margin. I felt his hard cock push into my fuck hole, and he laid his entire body on top of mine. He was truly big man, and his weight wedged me between him and the mattress. He pulled up his laptop, so it was on a shelf on the headboard and opened it up. He clicked some keys and said he was now officially on-call and only needed to act if his laptop dinged with a new email. With that, this guy started to fuck me. His cock was pretty fat, to the point my hole felt stretched and full. He kept fucking me like the fucking energizer bunny with no indication he was going to slow down at all. After about 45 minutes of continuous fucking, we heard his laptop ding that he had a new email. He continued to drill me while he opened the email and read it. He sent a reply without much break in his fucking rhythm. A little while later, his laptop dings that he has another email. He opened it, read it, saying “fuck” under his breath. I did not read the email, but I asked, “Is there a problem?” to which he said “No problem. There is a work thing I need to take care of so we might need to take a quick break, but remember like we agreed, you hole will empty for less than 60 seconds. He replied to the email and then he picked up his phone and starts texting. All this time he is still humping my hole. After about 20 minutes, the guy fucking me quickly says “60-second-cock transition break starting now.” And with that, I feel the guy lift himself his hips off me and pull his cock out of my ass. While he slides his waist off me, he presses his hands and arms on my shoulders and upper back, holding me in place. At the same moment I feel him lift off me completely, I suddenly feel weight against my legs and hips, and a cock against my hole. The cock goes in, and the body comes down, full weight, holding me in place. I was totally disoriented and unsure what exactly happened, to which on-call guy said, “I told you I was on-call and needed to take care of some things. I also told you your hole would not empty for more than 60 seconds. I met my part of the deal and now you have a cock taking care of your pussy and a big body holding you down, like we agreed. Enjoy yourself and I will be back as soon as I take care of this work thing. With that, he picked up his laptop, quickly got dressed, and left! I’m thinking “What the fuck?!” as the new guy gets into rhythm of fucking me. I have no idea what he looks like, but he’s slightly bigger than the on-call guy in both cock and body, and while different than expected and intentionally vague on his part, the on-call guy held up his part of the deal, so I decide to just lie there and enjoy it. I lost all track of time and was brought back to reality after a long while, when the guy fucking me picked up his phone and started texting. That was the only action he took other than fucking me, so I asked him if he was texting the on-call guy who left me with him, and he said he was. The guy fucking me said he had to be to work in an hour and needed to get going. I told the guy if he needed to get going, that he could stop fucking me and I could go home. I heard his phone chirp, and he said, “No worries, the on-call buddy said 10 more minutes and I will be good to go.” With that, the guy tells me he is going to nut in my hole before he goes. He starts fucking me full-throttle and I hear him grunt loudly. The guy pumps streams of cum up my hole and he rested his body fully against mine as he experienced some post-nut clarity. The guy on top of me says,” 60-second-cock transition break starting now.” And with that, I feel the guy lift his lower body off me and his cock comes out of my hole. Like the first time, he now holds down my shoulders and upper back with his hands and arms but soon lets go and I feel the weight on my lower body and a cock enters my hole. I now feel full weight on top of me as the guy who just came steps away. I hear the guy on top of me say “I’m gonna fuck this pussy good!” and my eyes bug out of my head…This is not the on-call guy returning as I expected, but a brand-new guy with his cock up my hole and his hefty body holding me solidly in place. I say “What the fuck” in a more resigned tone, feeling Déjà vu, but neither guy responds. I just laid there, stranded between the dirty mattress and the newest stranger started fucking me. I lost all track of time and think I might have fallen asleep. I’m a bit hazy as I dream of a guy cumming up my ass, and realize it was not a dream, and in my sleepy state, I hear the guy on top of me say “60-second-cock transition break starting now!” and the guy gets up and as soon as he lets go of my shoulders and upper back, a cock is up inside of me again. The first thing I notice is this cock is another brand-new cock, and it is fucking HUGE! It is so fucking fat, I start to panic, but there is nowhere for me to go. Even without him fully lying on top of me, his huge cock alone will keep me wedged against the dirty mattress. I am literally skewered to the mattress by this guy's dong and there is no place for his mammoth cock to go but up my ass! At one point in my panicked state, the guy on top of me slapped the sides of my face and yelled “Snap Out of It” like in the famous movie scene. He says “I am hung like a fucking donkey and it is going up your pussy.” He reminds me part of his cock is already up my pussy, and we must make progress getting the rest of it firmly inside of me because failure is not an option. He also drops a bombshell when he tells me the on-call guy who is supposed to be using my hole all weekend got called into work to cover for a sick co-worker. He tells me not to expect the on-call guy back until after he finishes a 10-hour work shift that he just started! He emphasizes that I made a deal with the on-call guy, and he has kept his part of the deal. The top man tells me he has no intention of breaking the agreement, so his donkey-dong is up my pussy for the next ten hours and he has the stamina to do it!!! He also said he is investing 10 hours of his valuable time fucking and really loosening up my pussy and I should be grateful for what’s about to happen. I am still in shock but not feeling panicked. This guy seems like a relatively reasonable guy, all things considered, so I decide I don’t have any other choice, so I agree to calm the fuck down and work with him to get his donkey-dong completely up my pussy. In retrospect, it took a very long time, but around hour eight, I felt his schlong fully up inside my pussy and he was fucking me slow and steady. He took his time, and I took his entire cock and was pretty proud! About two hours later, I hear the on-call guy yell, “Honey, I’m home!” It was at that moment the guy with the huge cock said, “Then it is time for me to dump my donkey milk!” He starts pounding me for all I’m worth and I’m taking his entire fucking dong. I hear his breathing go erratic and he yells, “TAKE MY DONKEY MILK, BITCH!!!” and pushes all the way inside. His cock is pulsing like crazy over-and-over, stretching my loose hole even further, and then when done, he sighs and lies on top of me for a bit. I hear on-call man announce, “60-second-cock transition break starting now!” and they go through the transition routine I have been through four times previously. I think it’s safe I’m not going anywhere. On-Call man has now finally sunk his cock back deep inside my loose hole and says, “So wet, loose, and juicy!” and starts grinding into me as Donkey Cock man gets dressed and leaves. On-call man fucks me for a good two hours when we hear the chirp of a new work email for on-call man. It’s got to be about 9am Saturday morning, which means we have been at this for like 16 hour and we still have almost 48 hours more to go! I cry out, “FUCK NO!” to which on-call man responds, “FUCK YES!” as he’s reading his new email and picks up his phone to do some texting. Once done, on-call man says, I think it is a good time to lock your balls in the stockade to make sure your hole is ready for the next big man cock that’s about to arrive…and I think to myself, “FUCK ME!”

Here is the photo I used to snag guys to fuck my throat while wearing the mouth spreader.

This guy used the open mouth gag on me three times. The first time he came down my throat with me on my knees, with my ass leaning against the heels of my feet. He had me in a headlock, with his hands, arms, and elbows completely squeezed and secured around my head, holding it in place like a vice. His low hanging balls hitting my chin and swinging freely below my chin as he fucked my throat deep and until he came down my throat. The second time, he positioned me upside down on his sofa. My back was away from the sofa so my neck was forward and at the edge of the cushion seat. My head meanwhile, was hanging over the edge of the cushion seat, with my mouth facing the floor. This put my throat in an upward angle for his cock. My legs were spread and squatted out away from the sofa back. Imagine me seated on the sofa like normal, keeping my legs and body in the same position, and just turning me upside down. The guy squatted down so his cock his cock was level with my open mouth and deep inside my throat, with his low hanging balls lying over my nose, eyes, and forehead. His balls slapped against my nose, eyes, and forehead with every thrust inward. His chest was between my open legs, holding me in place with my back away from the sofa, to keep the angle of my throat perfect for his cock. His arms were extended so his hands and fingers were securely holding the top of the sofa to give him full leverage to fuck my throat hard until he came down it. The third time, while I was in my kneeling position for quite a while while the fucked my open throat, he eventually had me stand up straight and turned me around to fuck me from behind. I still had the open mouth gag on while he fucked me, drooling a profuse amount of saliva out of the my open mouth and making a lot of incoherent noises until he fucked me full of cum. As I think about it, I never actually tasted his cum, since he was deep inside my throat and past my tasted buds when he fucked my throat full of cum! Fuck!

I have worn one with multiple guys and my experience was as you described it for your boy. It was so fucking hot having the guys take control by securing the open mouth gag to my head and mouth and then stretching my mouth open as wide as they wanted by clicking open the mouth mechanism. It made taking cock down my throat easier and I drooled excessively, to the point we made sure I had a towel underneath me. Part of the time I was positioned upright, with my knees on the floor and may ass leaning against the on the heels of my feet. This made the drool flow uncontrollably out of my mouth, over my chin, down my chest, and onto my cock and balls, before flowing onto the towel on the floor. Very fucking hot on all levels!

They both have their pros and cons. As I have gotten older, finding guy's legitimately interested in my ass on apps has become more challenging, usually because guys are looking for younger and hotter guys. As always, I need to filter through the flakes, but I can do that in the comfort of my own home. At the bathhouse, I definitely get loads, but sometimes guys meander and do not seem interested in getting off. Other guys are under the influence and cannot get off or do not want to, because their desire for sex has slipped in priority in their altered state. During these times, I find it most convenient to lie on my stomach in my room at the bathhouse, with my exposed bare-ass facing up and toward the open door, relaxing until an interested cock arrives and takes the plunge. I usually do a hybrid method of having guys fuck me at the bathhouse while they are around and interested. Usually when I go to the baths, I get a room with in-and-out privileges and when it gets dull at the bathhouse, I will cruise guys on apps to go hook up with while I lie on my bed ass-up, and then return to the bathhouse once I have travelled to get a load. On some occasions, I have cruised guys on apps while at the bathhouse and they need to travel, so they will join me at the bathhouse to fuck me. In those cases, I am happy to cover the cost of the guy's locker, if helpful, and to increase the chances of them investing the time and effort to come to the bathhouse.

I had a bud I regularly sucked off and drank his load. This guy is a very hot personal trainer who is about 1/2 my age, and definitely a bad boy. When I sucked other guys off, he had me to record it and message him the videos to watch. I have sent him 4 videos of me sucking other guys off. About 4 years ago, when he as 26, I sucked him off at my place for the first and only time and he wanted to record it. Being the bad boy, he wanted to record me sucking him off in front of my sliding glass door in the living room of my 3rd floor apartment. To give some context, the sliding glass door goes out onto a deck that has clear fiberglass sides with narrow support posts. I did not have any furniture on the deck, so there was nothing obstructing the view between my neighbors' windows across the way and my sliding glass door and living room. There were drapes at one end of the sliding glass door, but they were open that night and he emphasized he wanted the drapes left open while I sucked him off. I was hesitant to let this guy record me in front of the sliding glass window, because the building directly across from my living room is an 4-storied building with 20 apartments, and their windows facing my apartment are about 60 feet away from my sliding glass door. Based on the layout of those apartments, the windows facing my apartment are 36" x 60" and directly above their kitchen sinks. Not only was I nervous about the set-up, but it was about 10pm on a Saturday evening, so neighbors were still awake doing things. I was reluctant to let him recording me, fully exposed, but decided it was ok because the living room lights were out, so the overall risk of my neighbors seeing anything was highly unlikely. After finally agreeing, we both stripped down to our athletic socks and running shoes, and he had me kneel directly in front of the sliding glass door. He stood in front of me with his 9" cock pointing directly down toward my mouth. Each of us was no more than 3" from the sliding glass door, as he was determined to have me as close to the door as possible. As we prepared to do this, I was surprised when he pulled out a head-mounted mobile phone holder. He told me he was going to wear it to record me sucking him off so he did not have to keep one hand focused on keeping the camera steady. He went into the nearby bathroom to secure his phone to the holder and test the angle his head needed to be at in order to ensure the phone was in the best position to fully capture me sucking him off. From my position in front of the sliding glass door, I heard him fiddling with the head mount and the phone. As he left the bathroom and approached me, I was in shock. HIs cell phone was mounted to his head and he had started recording, but he had also turned on the flashlight on his phone, which was now shining in my eyes as he approached me! I expected to be in the dark in front of the sliding glass door and now his phone flashlight was acting like a spotlight for my mostly naked body! I said "Please turn the light off," to which he responded "The light is needed to see the video," in a tone that signaled that conversation was over. I tried to move my mouth off of his cock to discuss options that left me less exposed, but he held my head firm and barked loudly, "Smack your lips together around his cock, Jimmy and suck out my milk!" I looked straight ahead at his cock, but the flash light was still blinding me. My body started to feel warm from the embarrassment of my neighbors potentially seeing me mostly naked and exposed, sucking this guy off. Because he would not release my head, I tried to make him cum as quickly as possible.. It took a lot longer than I wanted and to add insult to injury, there were times when he raised his head so he was not recording me., and faced the camera and the flash light out the sliding glass door and moved it around like he was trying to see outside. The light primarily reflected back into the room and only served to possibly have the moving light catch my neighbors' attention and look toward the source. He did not shine the light outward for very long and the camera and flash light soon spotlighted me sucking his cock again! I definitely got the sense that he was proud of his hot body and, being a stranger to my neighborhood, did not care if anyone saw his naked body or me sucking him off. If anything, he was trying to grab my neighbors' attention and wanted them to watch! After about 20 minutes, I finally made him cum and after achieving some post-nut clarity, he turned the video and flashlight off. I was still in shock at the overall experience and asked him to please send me a copy of the video, so I could see how incriminating it was and determine the likelihood that any of my neighbors might have seen us. He said he would message me a copy of the video when he got home, but never did. The next time we got together, I asked him to send it to me and he said he offloaded it from his phone, but would send a copy to me...but ever did. It has been four years and I still have not seen a copy of the video. Thirteen days ago, he sent me an unsolicited text stating he just watched the video of my mouth "smackin the cum of out of him." I immediately asked him to message me a copy of the video and I got no response in return. I am a bit concerned about what the video might show and wonder why he is unwilling to send me a copy of the video to me... but at this point, I think I am better off not knowing.

When I was younger, I met a very good looking early 20s-guy, who also seemed rather dense. This encounter is a twist on “young, dumb, and full of cum!” While it started out as one casual hookup, within one week, Luke’s tongue and mouth were dating my asshole, and my asshole was cheating with other guys’ cocks. The first time I met Luke was a Sunday morning after I had completed an all-night cock-and-cum binge. My body was clean and showered for him, and my ass had five fresh loads of cum deep inside me from five random guys. While I like nasty guys and usually share my load count with hookups, this time intuitively felt different. Luke seemed wholesome, naive, and as I mentioned dense, but at the same time he was a horny boy who was interested in trying new things and desperate to get off. I do not really go for vanilla guys and this guy seemed borderline to me, but when Luke admitted he had never eaten a guy’s ass before and was readily willing to eat mine if I would teach him, I could not get to Luke’s apartment fast enough! When I arrived at Luke’s apartment, I stripped down to my athletic socks and running shoes and laid my back on the seat of his couch facing out. I lifted my legs, so my exposed asshole was at the edge of his couch, ready for Luke’s mouth and tongue when he sat on the floor in front of me. I told Luke I would coach him on how to best eat my ass, but I had two primary rules: 1) Once his mouth touched my asshole, he had to maintain eye contact with me the entire time and 2) He could not stop eating my ass until I told him we were done. Luke agreed to my conditions, and we started out with the basics. In no time, Luke was in the zone, eating my ass like a hungry little obedient boy. By this time, the five loads of cum were mainly resting just inside my fuck hole, looking for their next adventure. I decided it was time to start feeding the boy, but in a controlled and measured way. I pushed out a small amount of cum into Luke’s mouth while he licked and sucked on my hole. He kept on eating me, so I pushed another small amount of cum into his mouth. As Luke enthusiastically continued eating my ass with no hesitation, I kept pushing small amounts of cum into his hard-working mouth every 20-30 seconds until I fed him every drop of cum from all five loads! As a reward for a job well done, I let Luke fuck me full of cum, so his swimmers had a nice new home. I found out that day that Luke was a natural-born ass eater. I asked Luke if he wanted a repeat and he said, “How about next Sunday, same time?” Luke and I did this same routine every Sunday for the next year: While Luke worked the 12 midnight to 8am Sunday shift, I cruised for guys to fuck their loads into me so I could discreetly feed them all to Luke, one small amount at a time. I calculated out that I usually got an average of four loads fucked into me each early Sunday morning prior to feeding Luke. That comes out to 208 loads of cum that I fed him for the year we hooked up…FUCK, that’s a lot of cum!!!

Some things to consider: Consider shifting your mindset: With you being a self-identified submissive, guys could expect the suck off is all about them and not about you. Their expectation could be you need to drink their loads and figure the rest out for yourself. Given you label yourself as submissive and guys' perceptions of what that means, some guys may not give you the choice of swallowing their loads because it is non-negotiable, even if unspoken. That might be why you find guys expecting you to struggle but still taking their loads in your belly. The reality is many submissive cock suckers swallow guys' loads so they may have that expectation unless you let them know otherwise ahead of time. I think a good number of guys might perceive you not swallowing their loads as you wasting them, and they could be frustrated and not feel fully satisfied as a result. Part of the thrill for guys could include them planting their seed in your tummy at the end. This could be another opportunity to consider a shift in mindset: If you are gonna suck cock as a submissive, you need to drink their loads and figure the rest out internally. If you are setting up a suck session via an app or a way where you have communication with the guy ahead of time, let him know you will suck him off but do not swallow loads before you finalize a plan to meet up. That gives the guy the option to decide if he want you to suck him off and not swallow, or if he wants to find someone else who will also swallow his load at the end. It seems fair to communicate this ahead of time when possible, and some guys may decide to go with someone who will swallow their loads at the end. Being a bit kinky and creative, and depending on the area where you live and cruise, you could consider finding another guy to help you consume loads that you suck out of guys. You suck a guy off but rather than swallowing the load, you collect it in a container and then pass it onto another submissive buddy to consume. Some guys love to consume fresh or frozen anonymous loads and would jump at the chance for you to save guys' loads for them rather than not swallowing them yourself. If you have the opportunity to share with a guy that you will suck him off but rather than swallowing his load, you will save it for a buddy to swallow, some guys will jump at the chance. This does not resolve the issue for guys you suck off in a place that does not allow for communication ahead of time. There are likely guys out there who would be willing to consume guys' anonymous loads if you put the word out you are looking for a partner. Please know there is no judgment here. I had a similar situation years back where I set a boundary that, at a minimum lessened a guy's pleasure without me totally realizing it. Once one guy clued me in that I was promoting myself as a submissive but setting boundaries that made it less sexually satisfying for him and probably others, I had to make some choices that ultimately eliminated the other guys' disappointment one way or the other. The personal decision I made as a submissive, was to always ensure I reasonably did everything I could to optimize the sexual experience for the other guy and work through my issues that would limit that from happening.

Two viable options here for me: 1. Inspect all empty video booths when I arrive to see if a previous occupant's cum is waiting for me to lap it up. If I am prepped to get fucked, i may finger the cum up my fuck hole to use as organic lube, as a alternative to eating it. 2. Listen to guys grunt and moan when they cum and check the video booth for warm cum to eat and use as soon as they leave. I am a hungry boy and no need to let it cool down before consuming it!

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