sluttyjimmy

Rick...A guy about 10 years older than I, who loved having the head of his cock sucked like it was a nipple. He loved when I suctioned my lips around it and created a tight seal. Once my lips were fully latched around his head and the vacuum suction was created, I would start suckling on the head and not stop until he fed me my breakfast. We started this when I was 32 years old and he was in his early forties. The routine was pretty simple and always the same: 1, Wake up at 6am and get ready for work. 2. Drive and arrive at his house at 6:45am 3. Let myself in through the front door, which was always unlocked for me. 4. Strip off all of my clothes at the front door, except for my socks. 5. Walk to his bedroom and quietly open the door, walk over the the side of the bed, and lift up the covers. 6. Crawl between his spread legs and pull the covers back up over my head and up to his chest. 7. Turn on my left side, lay the side my head on his thigh, so I was comfortable and facing his cock. 8. Latch onto his cock and start suckling...and suckle non-stop until he fed me my breakfast. 9. Crawl out from under the covers and cover him back up and go to the front door. 10. Get dressed and drive to work, arriving by my 8am start time. There are a few things I should clarify: We never spoke during our sessions. I knew the routine and silently positioned myself under the covers to do my job. The understanding was I was to arrive most mornings, Monday - Friday for him to feed me my breakfast. If there was a problem for either of us doing it or if one of us was going out of town, we would text if it did not work. Otherwise, we were on for our morning feedings. While we started this routine when I was 32, I met my boyfriend when I was 34. We had an open relationship, so I continued the suckling/breakfast routine with Rick with no break in service and kept it going the entire time my bf and I were together. My bf and I had a mutual understanding we would not discuss our playmates and repeats were ok, so when we originally met, I simply let him know I leave my house to start my workday at 6:30am and we never discussed it further. There were occasionally some variations: On occasion, Rick texted me to confirm if I was available for "lunch." I had a lot of flexibility with my job so I could come and go as needed. If Rick fed me lunch, we did the entire routine as detailed above, with me returning back to work after my lunch break. During part of our time doing this, Rick had a roommate. We never talked about him and the routine did not change at all, including leaving my clothes at the front door. Because we did it so early, I got the impression his roommate was a sound sleeper and there was never any need to worry. Rick and I did our suckling Rick's head/feeding Jimmy breakfast thing for 21 years until I moved about 4 hours away. He also let me know he has since moved out-of-state. By far my most influential dick. I estimate Rick fed me about between 2,300 and 2,700 loads for breakfast, lunch, and occasionally even dinner. Definitely worth honorable mention here!

I love a young legal-aged buck fucking me like there is no tomorrow. The energy and stamina is so fucking hot! With me pushing 60, it is hot to have guys using me who could easily be a son, or better yet, a grandson, based on his age. I love the cocky confidence, which is well-deserved. This stud putting me in my place and using me as the total slut I am and was born to be....FUCK!

Fuck yeah! Me being used as a slut knows no boundaries. Those lack of boundaries can occur in many ways: Being at a bookstore with my mouth open at a gloryhole. Him enjoy my mouth through the hole but eventually pulling back and leaving the booth to come into mine, uninvited. As he walks in, I am struck by the fact that he has a face that only a mother could love; through genetics, or because he has let himself go, due to age or life circumstances. As his face scans me head to foot, with a glimmer in his eye at the full sexual potential, with me bare-assed naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. Seeing something change as he asserts himself, not caring about me as a person in anyway. I am nothing but a sexual object that he is going to take full advantage of. He takes control of me and the situation, us both knowing nothing is going to stop him from getting his nut. Or being at a bathhouse with my room door open, knowing that refusal is not an option...If they walk into my room I am going to offer up my holes, making no comment or asking no questions asked other than how does it want it. Having a steady stream of old and ugly and unkempt guys because I have written on every bathroom bulletin board that all cocks are welcome in my room, with no load refused... Or me placing ads on a variety of cruising apps that I am a slut who is available to any and call cocks for whatever that cock needs to be fully satisfied. Giving them the motel name, address, and my room number in the ads as an open invitation. Saying in the ads that my motel room door, which is easily accessible from the parking lot, will be ever so slightly ajar, waiting for my next cock. Advising them to make sure they leave the door slightly ajar when they enter my motel room, as other cocks may arrive during their visit and not to be surprised if a cock is present when they arrive in my room. Advising them if my motel room door happens to be fully closed, to knock because either I or someone else will definitely open the door and let them in... Taking care of the ugly guys in my area sexually is an important public service I am fully willing to provide!

I only suck and aways cum second. I suck down the guy's load and then cum as I drink the last of it, if I am going to cum. Otherwise I find my next cock to suck off. While the number of loads I suck down may vary, I eventually cum as I drink the last of the final load.

I am really into socks and love guys who wear socks while having sex. As a bottom, it makes my pucker hole totally twitch! I went through a phase when I was young where I would go to bathhouses and if a guy came into my room, wanting to fuck me and was wearing his socks, I would barter with him. I would notify the guy I was really into socks and loved a guy fucking me full of cum while he wore his socks. I would then offer to let the guy dump his load up inside of me in exchange for me keeping his socks afterwards. During those moments, I loved my boldness, which is not normal for me, but my urges took control and made me speak up. I also found it hot and naughty to engage in this conversation with guys...Me broaching the subject and waiting to see if me being the guy's cum dump would motivate him enough to give me his socks, was so fucking hot. When a guy would take me up on my offer, I would almost cum right then and there without touching myself. Then having a guy fuck me and grunt and then as he starts to feel post-nut clarity, remove his socks and hand them to me as a thank you for being his cum dump...FUCK! If a guy came into my room and was not wearing his socks, I would offer up my hole as a cum dump if he would go get his socks and wear them while he fucked me. It was so fucking hot to have a guy agree to that and tell me he would be right back as he left my room to go get his socks. Sometimes he would cum back wearing his socks and sometimes the guy would carry the socks back and put them on in my room, right before sticking his cock up my hole. There were times when guys would tell me they wanted to fuck me but were not ready to cum yet. I would offer my hole up for fucking now without him dumping his load if he would wear his socks while fucking me. There was no sock exchange without the load being deposited inside of me but it was great having a guy use his cock to churn previous loads of cream into butter deep inside my hole! There were some guys who were not ready to cum, who fucked me in the short-term and promised to cum back when they were ready to cum. While not all guys came back, some guys did! It was so fucking hot to have a guy come back, sometimes hours later, wearing his socks and announcing he was now ready to cum inside of me! There was one summer I spent some time in Phoenix. I spent a full three day holiday weekend at the bathhouse doing "The Sock Exchange." I put a bit of a twist on it that time: I had the first guy fuck me full of cum and leave me his socks. I then took my socks off and wore the first guy's socks while I waited for my second load to walk into my room. Once the second guy came inside of me and gave me his socks, I put his socks on to wear while I waited to get my third load. I did this all weekend long and ended up wearing 25 pairs of socks and taking 32 loads of cum! To explain: There were some guys who wanted to dump their loads in me but they did not wear socks to the bathhouse. For those guys, I asked them if they would be willing to wear a pair of my socks. They all agreed. What they did not know is the socks I gave them to wear were technically mine...but they originally came from one of the guys who previously fucked me full of cum earlier that weekend. That meant more than one guy wore the same pair of socks while they fucked me full of cum! Alas, the weekend came to an end and I look my 25 pairs of socks home with me. I wore all of those socks afterwards, different pairs each day while I lived my life doing my normal routine...Going to work, hanging out with friends, and doing everything in between. Throughout each day, I thought about the socks that I wore that day and the specific guy or guys who fucked me full of cum while wearing them. I have each guy wearing their specific socks engrained in my memory. I especially remember all of the details each night as I lie on my bed stroking out a load of cum, thinking about the guy and the socks and the fuck experience! P.S.: I have more experience with other guys' clothes and will share those sometime soon...

Definitely! Guys have sexual urges and I know first-hand that not taking care of those urges is not good. I also realize that jerking off only works for so long before guys need the real deal...that's where my hole comes in...or should I say that's when he cums in my hole! LOL Sometimes, a guy's physical and societal circumstances are out of his control and I am very willing to offer my hole up. Hopefully him dumping a load in my hole will make him feel good in the moment and positively impact his day. If the guy's circumstance is potentially within his control, such as him being a rude and arrogant asshole, I am still in. You never know if a guy is acting that way because he is sexually frustrated, in which case him dumping his load up my hole might have a positive impact on the guy's attitude. Even if the guy's behavior is not due to the guy being sexually frustrated, hopefully dumping his load inside of me will have a positive impact. I know there are no guarantees, but my hole is willing to take that chance. 😉

If a guy insists on wearing a condom, I will let him fuck me, with the understanding I get the condom full of cum when he is done. If that does not work for him, then I respectfully decline.

Absolutely! I have had guys who would find guys to fuck and use me when I was young, but not participate in any way. Sometimes we would do it at the guy's place who was cruising for cocks for me (aka "the coordinator" ) and sometimes I would be at a cheap sleazy motel with the front door to each room directly available from outside. There is something about a horned-up guy opening the motel room door to let himself in. I am spread bare-assed naked for all to see, hearing noises from the outside, feeling he outside temperature on my naked body and the outside light coming in through the open door to an otherwise dark or subdued motel room. When I have done this, there are times when the coordinator is present and other times when he does it all remotely. The coordinator might let me know what a guy specifically wants so I fully give it to him without communicating. That usually happens for the kinky stuff, unless the kinky guy wants to surprise me in the moment. Other times, the horny guy just arrives and uses me however he wants and makes sure i comply. When we have done this, I have left a room key under the front door mat or at some other discreet place outside, so the guy can let himself in. I do not answer the door. Sometimes I am blindfolded or the coordinator restrains me at the start. Sometimes the horny guy restrains or blindfolds me. The coordinator works out all of the details, including the possibility of someone else showing up mid-fuck. I do not worry about any of that. I am there to do as I am told and not to talk. There have been times when the coordinator has found me hot guys and ugly guys and fat guys and old guys...and every kind of guy in between. And when blindfolded, I have no fucking clue. Sometimes, after a few guys have have shown up to use me and I am restrained to the bed or another piece of furniture, the coordinator has publicly published the motel name, address, room number, and where the room key cards are hidden, so the universe and the local horny men to decide who is going to pay me a visit. When the coordinator finally comes to the room to untie me, he has asked me how many guys used me. One time, he actually admitted he placed public ads around 6pm the night before and then went on with his life until about 6am the next morning when he released me. He would freshen the ad up multiple times, but by midnight he just let the ad do its thing and let the horny bucks sniff me out. There have been a few times when the coordinator has not come to the motel to release me. It was the last guy to use me who untied me. In one of those cases, the last guy had me on my back with a blindfold on and my legs were spread wide and restrained. There were some pillows under me to prop my hole up off of the bed. This guy's cock felt mega-fat and mega-huge inside of me based on the way it opened my hole. At one point, the guy unexpectedly removed the blindfold mid-fuck. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust and recognize it was the old man motel worker who checked me in several hours before. Once I adjusted to it being the motel worker, I intuitively looked down to watch him fuck my obscenely stretched and wrecked cunt hole, only to realize he was fucking me with both his cock and low-hanging balls all completely stuffed inside of me! I made eye contact with him, feeling like I was in total shock as to what was happening. It was at the moment of mutual eye contact, that the motel worker roared and came deep inside of my wrecked hole. He both laid there, me in a sense of shock and the motel worker moving into a sense of post-nut clarity. Once he regained his senses, he started to pull out his junk by moving his hips away from my body, so my wrecked hole opened up about the side of a soft ball as his cock and both balls exited my body simultaneously. He untied my legs and at this point, my shock had subsided enough for my natural instincts to kick in and I cleaned his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue. When done, the motel worker got off the bed, put his pants and shoes back on, and left the room and went back to work. Needless to say I felt awkward checking out, smelling like a total whore who got very lucky last night. The motel worker handed me my receipt and said "I hope you enjoyed your stay..." I could not really make eye contact with him and as I left the motel office and walked toward my car, my hole felt it was still fully gaped open and I felt the goo of the motel worker's cum, my ass juices, and god only knows how many other local loads of cum sliding out my hole and into my shorts and down my legs, heading towards my socks and shoes. I stopped, turned around, and walked back into the motel office. I made eye contact with the motel worker and asked if I could please have my room key back to quickly clean myself up, since I should have done that instead of hastily turning in my room key and checking out. The motel worker said that was not possible since my room was in the process of being cleaned. I looked out the window and my motel room door was closed and there was no one in sight. The motel worker got a smirk on his face and told me that while my room was no longer available, he had a bathroom area in the back room of the motel office and I could clean up in there. He told me to follow him and did not wait for a response from me to start moving to the back area of his living space. As I followed the old motel worker to his back rooms, he mumbled under his breath that he would help me clean up my cunt real good, to the point that I needed to extend my stay in his motel for another night...

When I was younger I had a buddy who whored me out to his friends as a cum dump. Consistent feedback my buddy received was that I would ask the guys to "go easier" or " can we take a quick break?" The guys were frustrated and even had blue balls because even though they creamed up my cunt, it was not always a full-blown cum. And if it was a full-blown cum, it was not done in a way that maximized the guy's pleasure. My buddy told those guys to fuck me like they wanna fuck me and fuck any conditions. He told them fuck me any way they wanted and not stop until they were completely emptied, satisfied, and done. The next cycle of fucks by these guys were totally different. They seemed much more animalistic in their attitudes and I was their unconditional cum dump; a possession for them to use anyway THEY wanted. From that point forward, they fucked me their way. If it got painful and I asked them to stop or go easy, they would just keep on going like I never spoke. They each had their own fuck rhythm and I was expect to accept that, no questions asked. Some times they would acknowledge I asked them to stop...They would say "you want me to stop?" and I would say 'yes" and they would just keep on going or provide some sarcastic response like "Hell No" or "Fuck that!' When I asked one guy to stop, he grabbed his cell phone and made a call, barely adjusting his rhythm. Once the guy on the other end of the phone answered, the guy fucking me handed me the phone and said "it's for you." I said "hello" and it was my buddy. The guy fucking me picked up the pace and said "tell him what you asked me to do," which I did. The guy kept fucking me like crazy and my buddy stayed on the phone ridiculing me until he heard they guy roar that he was cumming. As they guy started to enjoy his post-nut clarity, my buddy called me a "fucktard" and hung up. During my reconditioning period there were lots of tears and grinning and bearing it. There were also times when I had to scream to let it out because there was no alternate relief in the moment. I learned my lesson and now I never tell anyone how to fuck me...because it is their decision to make.

Definitely having a guy sit on a rim chair. There is something about him stripping down and getting settled on the chair and being comfy for a good long time. I have no problem putting the back of the rim chair against the side of a bed or wall to give back support, if needed. Anything to keep the guy comfy and sitting as long as possible! There is also something about once a guy sits on the rim chair, him using both of his hands to pull his ass cheeks apart to fully expose his hole to my mouth and tongue. It is a simple and often subtle and intuitive gesture, but may is it fucking hot when a guy does that. When I rim a guy sitting on the rim chair, I like for him to be as comfy as possible. I will make sure he has a beverage or snack ready for him if he wants one. I make sure the TV remote is nearby for porn or regular TV. Having a guy sit on a rim chair and watch a sporting event is very fucking hot. He can play on his phone, cruise guys on-line...be comfortable doing whatever the fuck he wants while I am underneath the chair taking care of his pucker hole. For me, I also like the fact that I am kinda stuck under the rim chair with no place to go until the guy gets up. While I could slither out from underneath the chair while a guy is sitting on it, it is hard to do. There have been a few times when I wanted the guy to totally control how long I rimmed him. When he arrived, he tied my wrists to the back legs with neckties so I was stuck there eating his ass, with the weight of his body holding me in place while he sat on the chair. I was not able to move from underneath the chair until get got up. Giving up the control and having guys who do not give a fuck about how long I am underneath the chair because the feeling of me licking and eating their asses is the most important thing...that is fucking hot! Oh, and having a guy cruise for other guys to come over and have a seat is very fucking hot. To be eating a guy out underneath the rim chair and hear the front door open and another guy stripping off his clothes so they can trade off using the chair is very hot. A few times when the first guy stands up, the new guy had his ass facing the chair so I cannot see his face. The only thing I can really see is his ass as he sits down on the chair and it gets closer to my face, ready for my mouth and tongue do its job...FUCK!

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I met a hot black man with a HUGE cock. We got into a fucking routine that was SO hot! When I arrived at his condo building he would buzz me in with the understanding I had to silently let myself into his unit. He had a roommate who was usually home and I would arrive for my booty call in the middle of the night after his roommate went to sleep. He said the guy was his roommate but I realized during our many fuck sessions there was only one bedroom, with a small room next to the front door that had all kinds of shit stored in it, plus an over-stuffed chair that opened up to a chaise. When I texted the guy I was at his building, he would always buzz me in and text me back, telling me to go into either the small storage room and lie down on my back on the chaise, or he would tell me to walk forward from the front door to the huge "L" shaped sofa and lie on my back. When I arrived in the designated room, I was expected to strip down to my socks, lay on my back and lift my legs up high in the air and just wait for his cock to arrive. Sometimes the wait was just a few minutes and sometimes the wait could be 15-20 minutes...just lying there with my legs spread and held up high. Finally I would hear him enter the room. While I could not make anything out because it was always so dark, when he climbed between my legs and positioned his cock at my pussy (his phrase,) I could tell he wore a soft bathrobe cause I would feel it against my thighs. The bathrobe was always open, fully exposing his chest and cock and he never took his bathrobe off. The normal routine was that he would place the huge head of his huge cock at the entrance to my pussy. He would push the head in and keep on going...until he was completely inside of me. There was no stopping or slowing down. He told me before our first pussy fuck session that is what I should expect and there was no varying from it. If that did not work for me, then it was not going to work for him and we could forget all about the pussy fuck. He also told me that while I was naked with my legs spread, we did things his way. There was no telling him to stop or to go easy because he would ignore me and do it his way. This was his pussy and he would use it his way, for as long as he wanted, and until he was done. He told me I needed to stay completely quiet the entire time. Not only was I not allowed to comment in any way, I was strictly forbidden to utter a sound. He warned me that there would always be a roll of duck tape near by pussy and he would tape my mouth shut if I ever uttered a sound of any kind. My pussy belonged to his cock. It was his possession and I had no identity and no value beyond my pussy. He texted me the ground rules before the first pussy fuck and he told me to remember them because he would not repeat them to me again. Once his massive cock fully impaled my pussy, he would lean forward on top of me with his entire weight holding me still with no place to go. He would then put his arms around the back of my neck or underneath my armpits, both ways firmly holding me in place. I was totally stuck and held in place. He could turn his head side ways so when laying directly on top of me, he would not look at me and I could not look at him. With his head turned and lying next to mine, his mouth was right next to my ear. At this point, his cock would start fucking me and not stop until it came deep inside my pussy. There was no telling how long his cock would fuck my pussy. Sometimes it could be 10 minutes and sometimes 90 minutes straight, with not stopping and no break in the rhythm of his thrusts. He would tell me it was his pussy. He would tell me his cock was going to knock me up and make me a baby. Sometime he could sense the fuck might be becoming painful, and he would ask me, "Is your pussy sore?' and I would shake my head yes, because I was not allowed to talk or make any sounds. He would respond by saying "good". The he would add comments like "I don't care if your pussy is fucking sore...it knows what it needs to do and my cock is not stopping until it is done." And then his cock would keep fucking me. During two difference fuck sessions I unintentionally uttered "ow" because it started to hurt. Those were the only occasions where he broke rhythm. He lifted himself back on his haunches. As he leaned backward he had a hold of me an took me with him so I would still impacted on his cock with both of us in the upright position. He grabbed a roll of duck tape and held it against my lips and proceeded to pull the roll around the back of my head and back toward my lips. He did this like four or five times so my mouth was completely covered. He then laid me back down and laid his chest and full wait against me and picked up where he left off. I am quite confident his rhythm was more intense than before I uttered that fateful word and because of the break, his cock would fuck my pussy for a lot longer than his cock fucking my pussy for like double the amount of time it normally fucked my pussy. My pussy was stranded without being able to move an inch without him letting me up. Mtil his cock came deep inside of me, in which case, he would get up and leave the room and I was expected to silently get dressed and leave. We were done until the next time he texted to tell me when and what time my pussy was expected to arrive. The last time his cock fucked me was about 3 years ago, when I moved about 2 hours away. I also met my boyfriend after I. moved and have been monogamous ever since. He still texts me about a pussy fuck and the distance and my boyfriend does not deter him. He is telling me his cock is coming for a visit and my pussy better be the perfect host, He said we will do the same scenario, except his cock will arrive when it is good damn and ready. My pussy will be lying on my bed with my legs spread and up in the air. The room will also be completely dark so we cannot see one another. I still will not know what he looks like and he does not give a crap about what I look like. His cock wants his pussy and he expects it to happen "boyfriend or no fucking boyfriend." I care about my boyfriend and do not want to fuck it up...FUCK ME!!!

So many possibilities it is almost impossible to choose. These guys would definitely be included on my top 10: Actor: Michael B. Jordan Musician: Enrique Iglesias Athlete: Jimmy Garoppolo

I am an older gay...ancient in gay years! I have had a very good time as a bottom over many years, some might say too good, given how loose and stretched my hole is. My "cunt" or "pussy," which are my favorite labels for that part of my anatomy, shows the wear and tear of a very active and good life! Based on this I have changed my strategy and what turns me on. I love to have a top guy who likes using a loose hole. He knows how to move his cock to get pleasure and he gets into the looseness. The feeling of a cock going in circles around my asshole to hit all the friction points is VERY HOT! Then there are the top guys who want to help you stretch your hole out even further, sometimes permanently. It is so fucking hot when a top guy is on a mission to help permanently stretch my hole with fingers, fists, and toys...It is a way to remember him, long after he's gone. One other sexual evolution for this older bottom I really get into supporting my younger fellow bottoms. I love rimming a bottom's hole while he cruises for cock as well as in between loads. If I stay, off to the side, while the top fucks the tight bottom, I get off on the fact that the younger guy's hole is getting all of the action and everyone in the room knows it. If the bottom has me leave as the top arrives, I know I have helped keep the bottom's hole wet and stimulated for the main event. If the bottom has me leave, sometimes he has me sit in my car or stay close so I can eat and lick his puffy used hole while he cruises for more cocks. Also, if the bottom, in his youthful state, has a cocky attitude while interacting with me or while I am eating and licking his hole, I am ok with that. I had a cocky attitude when i was younger and had free choice of cocks, and I am totally good with the younger bottom having the desirable hole and dynamic that presents for everyone present in the moment. My stretched out pussy hole is a badge of honor of a life well-lived and a cunt well-fucked!

So many places but here are some of my favorite breedings: - In a bank branch manager's office. -In an office building by the security guard. This was before security cameras were prevalent inside office spaces to monitor the premises and properties used security guards for monitoring. When I arrived the security guard took me to a first-floor room near the security station. He had me strip down to my socks and running shoes and had me join him for his rounds. We walked from office-to-office and floor-to-floor, and he would stop me in each office space and fuck me. At first he would pull his cock out of his fly at each space but after awhile, he just kept his cock hanging out of his fly for easier access in each office. We would stop in each office, fuck me, and then use his security checkpoint device to record he had visited the office and everything was a-okay. Each time he recorded the checkpoint it would beep, and that was my indication we were moving on to the next office space. Sometimes he fucked me in the hallway, sticking his cock inside and walking me down the hallway firmly on his cock, pushing and prodding me along the way to the next office. When we got to the last office on the top floor, there was a treadmill in the corner. He had me step onto the treadmill while he stood behind me with his legs spread and his feet on the stationary sideboards. He told me to turn the treadmill on so I could start walking. As the treadmill started to move, he was behind me with his hard cock starting to poke at my hole. He told me to turn the speed up higher and his cock starting going into me deeper. As he used the treadmill to fuck me, he regularly yelled faster until I was jogging at full speed while his cock ravaged my hole. The treadmill and his cock were in charge and there was nothing my hole could do about it. At one point I looked back to see him still just standing on the stationary side boards. He was not thrusting and totally letting the treadmill do the work. There is a point I am jogging full speed and my legs are really tired. I know I can't stop because if I do the treadmill will slide me directly and all the way onto his 10" black cock. Just as I feel my legs giving out I hear him roar and feel the spurts of his cum inside of me. I turn the treadmill off and as it is coming to a stop, i stop moving my feet and my hole slides me directly onto his full cock. -In the backseat of a car by two guys who were boyfriends. One guy got drove us around while his boyfriend was in the backseat fucking me. Once his boyfriend came up my ass, they switched places and the second guy fucked and bred me while his boyfriend drove us around. -On the hood of one car and in the backseat of another vehicle in a car repair garage, by a mechanic who worked there. -In a gay bar on top of the bar by the bartender after closing. I hooked up with the bartender on-line after the bar closed so he unlocked the door when I arrived to let me in. The lights were still flashing, the porn and the music was still playing, and it was just him and me stripped down going at it like crazy until he dumped his load inside of me. -In the back room of a gas station mini-mart buy the employee. I was stripped down to my socks and running shoes and he would fuck me until the bell rang when someone entered the store. He zipped up to help the customer and once gone, he would return, unzip, and fuck me some more until the bell rang again for him to help another customer. I think he fucked me in between 14 customers until he finally bred me good. -In a walk-up fast food cabin call The Frankfurter! The walk-up was closed for the night, but the guy I met on-line told me to knock on the door when I arrived. He let me in and he was still in his work uniform. He told me to strip down and get comfy. Meanwhile we can hear all of the tourists walking by. I strip down to my signature socks and running shoes and while I am doing that, we make small talk and he asked me what I usually like on my hotdogs. I told him I eat them with mustard and ketchup. Small talk over, he told me to bend over because he was going to loosen me up. I hear him pump out some lube and feel something pressing against my hole...As he gets it inside, I realize he was using a hotdog to open me up, with mustard and ketchup as lube! He fucked me, pushing the hotdog all the way in me until there is nothing left for him to hang onto and I feel my hole completely close around it. I push and the tip exits my hole and I push until the entire hotdog is out and he catches it in his hands. My new favorite hotdog vendor then told me I needed something a bit different. He then sticks what I found out was a bratwurst up my hole, which was plump and opened me up even more. He got the brat all the way in me and I push it back out all the way until he caught it. Finally, I hear the pump again...more mustard and ketchup. He then pushes his long and thick cock up my ass, slow and steady, never pausing until it is all inside of me. It was longer and fatter than both the hotdog and the brat. He fucked me for a good long time and pumped me full of cum with a loud grunt that I am confident any tourists walking by would hear! As I got dressed, the guy whose name I did not know, asked me if I had eaten dinner yet and I told him I had not. He smirked and said "You are welcome to take the hotdog and brat with you...they are fully cooked and will make an excellent meal for you!" I happily accepted what turned out to me my dinner that night. He even threw in some buns and little plastic containers of mustard and ketchup, the kinky bastard! -In a medical clinic while the clinic was open. The doctor spent the afternoon in the hospital but his two nurses, one Hispanic and one African American were working in the clinic catching up on paperwork and making appointments. The Hispanic nurse took me to an exam room and bred me and once he dumped his load, he went back to the nurses' station to take care of calls and stuff while the African American nurse joined me in the exam room to add his load to my hole!

One more!

I have four piercings:

I frequently like it anonymous and prefer not seeing a guy's face. One fun way I found to suck a guy off without knowing what he looks like is using a blanket or dark-colored sheet. For me it originally started with one guy who liked to sit in his sling to get sucked off but did not want me to ever see his face. He had a sheet that hung down from the top of the sling at his waist. When I arrived he was in position, sitting in his sling that became a swinging chair. I could see him naked from the waist down on my side of the sheet but could not see anything north of his waist. I would sit on a stool between his open legs and his feet dangling and suck him off. Sometimes he would raise his legs up and scooch down a bit and that was the signal for me to lick his ass until he lowered his legs for me to continue sucking him. Once I sucked him off, I left while he stayed in position with the top part of his body behind the sheet. I sucked the guy off close to 50 times and had no idea what he looked like but I would be able to recognize his cock anywhere based on look, taste, and feel. That always made it super hot for me. I modified this technique for other guys: If I went to a guy's place to suck him off, he would leave the door unlocked and I would let myself in with him in another room. I would find a sheet or blanket on the floor in front of a chair and cover myself with it, leaving about two feet between me and the front of the chair. Once I was in position on the floor and under the sheet or blanket, the guy would walk in naked and sit down. He would slowly lift the sheet or blanket up along his legs to his waist or his chest and hold it there. I would then move myself forward so I was between his legs with his cock in front of my open mouth. Once I sucked him off and drank his load, the guy would let go so the sheet or blanket fell to his feet, completely covering me again. The guy would get up and leave the room, which was my signal it was time for me to get up and leave. Another variation: One guy I sucked off regularly was a recent college graduate. When he buzzed me in his front door was unlocked. When I walked into his apartment he was seated on a hard-back chair about 20 feet directly in front of his front door, wearing his graduation gown. He had the front of it lifted up from the bottom and held it in front of his face. He was totally naked except for his athletic socks and sneakers. I would kneel on the floor between his open legs and start sucking and he would lower his gown over me so I was covered. Once I sucked him off and drank his load, he would lift the front part of his graduation gown up in front of his face and hold it there until I was out in the hallway and had closed his front door. To this day if I see a guy at his graduation wearing his gown but I can see his bare legs and shoes I get a raging woody thinking about the hot suck off sessions with the college graduate!

Two weeks after my 18th birthday I met a hot Italian guy named Joe who was 26. I grew up in a religious family so I was very ignorant and naive sexually. Needless to say within a week I was in love and Joe could do no wrong. Within a week of meeting Joe, he offered to take me out to a nice all-you-can-eat dinner. It was Friday night and he asked me to stay over until Sunday morning when my mom expected me to be home to go to church. I was THRILLED Joe wanted to spend so much time and attention on me! With that in mind, I was totally shocked when we pulled into the parking lot and I saw the sign for an adult bookstore. I asked Joe what was going on and he told me he wanted to make a pit stop and did not give any further explanation. Joe took me inside and talked to the counter guy like he knew him. The counter guy told Joe to go into booth 10. Joe took me into booth 10 and closed the door. He told me to strip down to my athletic socks and running shoes. I hesitated and asked him why, and he got perturbed with me and said "just do it!" in a way that kept me from asking any more questions. While I was stripping down I heard some noises from behind the wall holding the video monitor and it turned on without putting any tokens in. It started playing gay porn with the volume up very high. I looked for a knob or button to turn the volume down but it looked like it was broken off. Once I was stripped down, Joe yelled over the volume of the video so I could hear him. He yelled it was time for me to practice cock sucking skills. My face felt flush and my mouth fell open in shock. To add to my surprise and embarrassment, with Joe yelling over the volume of the video, I could imagine that every guy in the place heard what he said to me. Joe continued yelling. He told me I was expected to suck every cock that came through the two holes on either side of the booth. I needed to suck them until they came and I needed to drink down every drop of cum. Joe pointed to two small video cameras suspended from two corners that pointed toward the holes in the walls. He spoke loudly in my ear now so only I could hear him, telling me this was a special booth in that it was used to make videos. He said the booth was reserved for me for a good long time. Joe told me the counter guy had a set up where he could watch what was going on in my booth. He was gonna monitor my cock sucking skills and if I did not suck every cock that came through the hole and swallow every drop of cum, that counter guy would tell me to leave the premises. Before I could even respond to ask how could I leave when I had no clothes other than my socks and shoes, Joe took all of my clothes, yelled he would be back and for me to not go anywhere. He yelled again that this was the perfect time for me to perfect my cock sucking skills and to do what I was born to do. Whomever did not hear Joe yelling the first time surely heard him now. Joe then left me as I noticed the first cock sliding through one of the holes. It was about 8pm on Friday night and my parents were not expecting me home until Sunday morning. This bookstore was open 24-7 and Joe left me there to suck cocks and swallow cum until 8am Sunday morning. In the corner of the booth was a bucket for me to do my business if needed. Otherwise, I was on a strict cum diet with no distractions. When it died down, I fell asleep some but then I would hear someone knock loudly on the wall to wake me up and I saw their cock slide through the hole. At 8am on Sunday morning, Joe came back with my clothes. I got dressed and he dropped me off about two blocks from my parents house. Neither of us spoke. When I walked in the house my mom told me to quickly get ready for church. While I whined about being tired and not wanting to go, she would not hear it. I got ready and we left. As I sat in the pew waiting to walk to the front of the church for Communion, my biggest fear is the priest would smell the cum on my breath as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. No amount of toothpaste could get rid of the smell of all of the cum I had consumed during my 36-hour stay at the bookstore. The reality is I lost track of how many cocks I sucked and how much cum I swallowed. It all became a blur and It's like I went on auto-pilot with cock sucking. I did not even need to think about it anymore. It just came naturally now. As we were getting ready to leave the church for home, Father Hogan stopped me and my mom. He asked if I could stay behind and help him move some things in the sacristy. He assured my mom it would no take too long and he would drop me off home when finished. My mom was thrilled Father wanted me to help him. I meanwhile started to feel flush and realized my mouth was hanging open...

There are so many but one that stands out is from several years ago before phone apps were created to find guys to play with. At the time, one of my ways of meeting guys for fun was a phone chat line of local guys. You could listen to ads from guys on-line and connect with them live to chat if you wanted. I found one guy who wanted me to come to his place and suck him off. When I arrived and was on the floor between his legs sucking him, he got back on the chat line and he talked to a guy live and let him know he had a cock sucker who was great at it and was going to get his belly full of cum. At one point the guy I was sucking grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and writes down the address of the guy he is talking to. Once I get the first load of cum in my belly the guy directs me to go to the new guy's place and give him the same treatment. When I arrived and assumed the position between the 2nd guy's legs, he got back on the chat line and spoke live with a guy and got the his address, who he sent me to as soon as I sucked out his load. Ended up with all three loads that night!

The fag giving the dom a blowjob while he sits on the toilet taking a dump.

First time was at a bathhouse. Black guy in his 20s came into my room and fucked me for a while. He had me turn on my stomach and fucked me good. At one point he had his entire body lying on top of me so I was sandwiched between him and the mattress. He stopped fucking and laid there...naive me thought he was just taking a rest. And then I felt the solid stream going deep inside of me. I was startled and tried to move away but there was not place to go. I started feeling very dizzy. I shouted for him to stop but he didn't. His mouth was right next to my ear and he calmly and quietly told me to stop. He told me he did not want him having to piss to stop our fun. I begged him to stop but he just laid there moaning to the rhythm of his piss streams shooting inside. After what seemed like forever, the stream stopped and just laid on top of me. Then he started fucking me slowly and I could feel his piss sloshing inside of me. He picked up speed and grunted loudly when he came..Once he came down from the high of cumming, he relaxed and laid on top of me for awhile. And then I heard it...him lightly snoring. I tried to get his attention..."Hey buddy" I said multiple times, increasing the volume each time...but he was sound asleep and it was no use. I tried to move from underneath and he was too heavy and I was stuck. After what seemed like a forever, he started to wake up and move. "FINALLY!!!"...but the movement was him starting to move his very long and semi-hard cock, that kept me totally plugged during his nap, in and out for another fuck and second load of cum.

Born to be between a guy's leg getting fed.