verbalBTTM

Face down, ass up; with my hands holding my ass apart. Otherwise know as position 3

50 minutes ago, Falls727 said:

Holy fuck yes!!

I seriously doubt your fuck-hole would refuse any offering of cock

2 hours ago, eagerdaniel said:

Wired to my ass

When someone grabs them I start to open my legs

you sound like easy prey to me

On 10/12/2025 at 12:56 PM, VeryUsablePig said:

Insanely sensitive, all you need is to brush/graze lightly the edge of my nips. One nip is good but both nips together is fireworks. 

Have pencil eraser nips (always did) unfortunately people look at them and assume they should be worked hard, which is the ultimate boner killer for me. 
 

When worked right they make my dick hard, hole relax/get greedy & lowers my barriers (read: easy to make do what you want)

nothing better than a slight touch, watching a guy just melt in place. Like putty in my hands, you'll succumb to my whims. God forbid I apply a flick of my tongue.

The sex you seek is very exciting and potent, take your time in finding your Dom. You want a man who's experienced and will take you up to his level, you might be surprised who that ends up being. 

Good hunting sir

I think this little story of mine fits nicely here, and it's a true story. 

During COVID, I was the chief of security at a Brooklyn homeless shelter—a festering shithole split into two buildings. One was crammed with your run-of-the-mill drifters and mild MICA (Mentally Impaired, Chemically Addicted) cases, and the other building is a story all to itself. Then came this Polish kid, 19, on conditional parole—shelter or back to prison. Six-three, short wavy blond hair, blue eyes piercing like ice. Shredded lean frame concealing a massive uncut Slavic cock.

I know because he would walk down the hallways in worn-out basketball shorts, and the sun would cast a silhouette of his cock as he stumbled down the hallway. Patrolling the second-floor A-corridor became my favorite patrol for that view alone. During wellness checks before lunch, I'd catch him in bed, giggling, scratching his balls, reeking of K2. That monster would slip out of his shorts constantly—damn, it was a sight.

When the George Floyd riots hit NYC, he joined the looting frenzy. He returned with fresh track marks riddling both arms. I asked, "What the hell happened?" He rambled about raiding stores, flipping the goods for cheap, scoring enough for a week-long hotel stay and heroin for him and his girlfriend.

Boy, was he starting to itch, and I knew he was about to be involuntarily sent to a rehab by the director. So I told him he would most likely be going to rehab for a while since this place isn't equipped to deal with his withdrawals.

He accepted that fate and basically knew that was in the cards for him. I said, "When you get out, I might have something for you." Puzzled, he asked what. I said, "Light work, off the books, something to help you out."

Roughly two weeks later, he came back, and he wasn't a happy camper. The methadone eased his withdrawals, but he didn't care; he just wanted to go back out and get high again. (I know, no shit.) So I said, "I know a guy who might have some work as a personal assistant, a cash gig, something to put some money in your pocket."

Knowing his P.O. (parole officer) was up his ass, it seemed like something better to do than hang out in the shelter all day. So I gave him the phone number and said he'll most likely have you move some boxes, shit like that. He said, "Cool," and thanked me. Little did I know, the guy, we'll call him Glenn, had other plans after they met.

After the first day, I asked him, "Hey, how did it go?" He said, "He had me move some boxes and shit, easy stuff, you know." Thinking nothing of it, I went about my day as he went back out for another day of "work." A few weeks passed by, and I saw Glenn outside of the Boiler Room on East 4th Street and asked, "Hey, how is that kid working out for you?" He pulled out his phone and, with a guilty smirk, said, "See for yourself."

The first video is of the boy showering in Glenn's bathroom, savoring the pressure, soaping his lanky frame, huge cock swinging freely. Aroused and wary of the ethics, I muttered, "Hotter than I imagined." My cock was throbbing as I sipped my beer, then he swiped left on his phone to another video of him jerking the kid off. Holy fuck, it was fucking hot. Just watching his facial reactions alone would have been enough, but fuck, that cock is nice.

So naturally, I asked, "How did you manage to pull that off?" Glenn replied, "Simple, I gave him fifty bucks." My cock jumped and leaked precum even more when he put the third video on. There's Glenn sucking his cock while the boy is watching straight porn. Holy fuck, the way that boy's balls jumped when he blew his load is something I replay in my head whenever I need to get off in a hurry.

Then Glenn puts on the fourth video of him eating the boy's ass out. His long slender legs are shaking as his cock is being edged with a tongue up his ass. God damn, Glenn is grooming this boy to be his fuck-boy. The load he shoots is nothing short of amazing, but the sounds he made are unforgettable.

Completely transfixed on this collection of pure video gold, I looked at Glenn and asked, "You've got more, don't you?" His smirk could have been noticed by anyone on the block as he swiped left on his phone again. There, Glenn is bent over on his couch while the boy is just fucking him with his eyes closed.

You can tell he hates this, but the money was obviously good enough. Glenn is holding his ass open, huffing on poppers, begging for that junkie's load. The boy didn't last long, but Glenn didn't care; he got what he wanted.

The fifth video, I'm watching Glenn on the floor, and the boy looks fucked out of his mind, kinda dopey but definitely in an excited state. His eyes closed, fucking the shit out of Glenn, calling him a "stupid faggot" while not giving a fuck about him. Just using his ass like a cash machine, frantically pushing any button just for every dollar he can extract.

Then Glenn swipes left again and shows me another angle of the same scene. Holy fuck, that boy has a huge cock. That, or the TV really does add 10 pounds. The length is impressive on its own, but the width is that of a prized porn star.

Glenn might not be an Adonis himself, but in those videos, he's comparable to the hottest drugged-up twink being gang-fucked in a sex club you've ever seen. Happy as a pig in shit, Glenn buys me another beer and says, "If you have any other boys that need some work, let me know."

I didn't feel so hot about the end result of my efforts, thinking some moral line had been crossed. When I thought about it, everyone was a consenting adult, no one was harmed, and in a weird way, I helped the homeless. Months later, after his P.O. eased off the monitoring, he went back to the smack after being made flush with cash.

In the end, I was an unsuspecting pimp and, the boy's secret is safe with Glenn and I.

11 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

So that's the hook?  There were plenty of potentially homeless "read undocumented immigrants" hanging out there?  Thus, the Gestapo arrested not only the undocumented immigrants, but took the boys in for good measure?  

What goes around, eventually comes around.  

Penn Station has a ton of safety concerns, like people being thrown in front of oncoming trains by MICA (Mentally Impaired, Chemically Addicted) people, and open, rampant drug use. It's a real mess down there, plus all of the construction. Because Penn has amazing access to all of Long Island, it's a major drug transport hub, which is what I suspect ICE was actually going for. 

The advise given here is excellent, however there is one thing neglected. You need to surrender your hole to your wants and say to yourself, "you want this". Your mindset is the key to overcoming any challenge, apply that and you will prevail. Give in to your wants, and surrender your hole to your top. Let him know that you trust him to give you that beautiful gift of pleasure that you so need. 

Let us know how things turn out, I know we all look forward to hearing of your joy.

3 minutes ago, Spermchute said:

Both definitely factored in and I have not stopped since. 

Please write a story about it, I'd love to read how filthy your mind is at that time. 

4 minutes ago, Spermchute said:

For me it was an instant addiction. As my first announced he was shooting a poz load in me, I got so turned on I shot about 6 feet. Since then I actively seek Poz men and I find them much hotter 

Was it the sex with the guy because he was Poz, or was it the risk factor the part that did it for you. (crossing a line you can't come back from) I'm asking since I've heard similar things before from other people that I've spoken to in person.

Thank you for being honest with me, I'm utterly fascinated by this

39 minutes ago, Spermchute said:

I was once guilty of this until I took a poz load and everything immediately changed 

If you don't mind me asking, what changed for you mentally that is?

10 hours ago, Ieatcumholes said:

If that's what you took from what I wrote, then sure...

Just sounds painful to me, but maybe I'll find someone like your ex did. Finding a pro who truly knows his craft isn't easy to come by, even in this town.

10 hours ago, BergenGuy said:

Well, maybe they'll stop insisting now.  Frankly, I don't know why anyone would cruise the men's room at Penn Station.  In the age of Grindr and Sniffies, there are better, safer ways of getting a fuck or a blowjob.

Exactly, plus you still have a few of those sleazy video places left a few blocks away. Cops never go in there, they already know the score.

Penn Station is pretty much a homeless shelter, and not very safe these days. Unfortunately it's one of the few places the hot guys from long Island insist on hooking up while waiting for their trains home. There was this North Carolina BBQ joint that was across the street that had a ton of action going on. Nothing better than a beer and a BJ. Unfortunately that place closed during Covid

11 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

What a splendid idea .... please do.  

 

Nonsense.  Whatever you've done deserves to be shared with others.  Who knows - you might inspire others ... just sayin .... 

Challenge accepted, just remember I warned you.

16 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

Well done !!!  

However, we'd like more ... and I don't use "please" all that often.  

I might have to create a series chronicling my youthful adventures. Perhaps a "Confessions" section should be added for some of the things I've done. Lord knows I have stories for days, and I recall it all with extreme clarity. Some far less PC than this little tidbit.

4 hours ago, Ieatcumholes said:

An ex (open relationship since we lived in different states) played with a dom Japanese top on one of his work trips. In the one session, the top worked over the ex's nipples to the point where they both scabbed over. Once healed from the scabs his nipples were super sensitive.

You may be like me. I freely admit to being a wimp when it comes to self-inflicted pain. But I have a much higher tolerance when other people try to inflict pain upon me. I go to that "I'll be damned if I give you the satisfaction" place... 😜

So I should stop being a bitch and embrace the pain 

5 hours ago, onlyraw said:

Hi @Ready2DoThis … I don’t buy the whole changing DNA thing …. But, if that gives you the permission to continue barebacking. …. This is where I would say I have never even played a scientist on TV, so what do I know ….

but I think that @verbalBTTMnis right. …. It just feels better to bareback…. Both for the bottom and the top…. It’s natural… it’s the way nature intended us to fuck.

But if you are still concerned, and if you need a better reason to stop using condoms …. It’s better for the environment to BB ….
 

Condoms do have microplastics (and if you have been watching the news … you know terrible microplastics are).
 

Also, the fewer condoms you use …. Fewer cardboard boxes to try and recycle…. Fewer of those individual foil wrappers that you can’t even pretend to try and recycle…. And then of course the evil condom itself…. Adding more plastic to the trash (if you are home … or the woods if you get fucked outside and aren’t good about cleaning up after yourself) 

so …. Be good to the environment… embrace nature…. And fuck raw !

(I think this could be a hot new slogan for a series of poster featuring Smokey the “Bear” ….  One of you guys who has AI should be able to make a poster)

7 hours ago, Sfmike64 said:

Could be. I didn't used to like CBT and now I love it. I'm 61.

Maybe as we mature our tastes as well as our bodies do as well. 

Without getting lost in the weeds here, let's just face some cold hard truths. Condoms suck, raw sex is awesome, and breeding a guy completes the act. Without the fluid exchange, sex has the same quality as jerking off, except I have to exert myself for less feeling in my cock.

23 minutes ago, onlyraw said:

I guess you could say I had four “firsts”

 

Fantasy

(clearly I was a late bloomer compared with all of you who started so early) ..my first boy friend was back home the summer out of college (1977) very vanilla- I was a bottom and he spent the summer fucking me … in the fall I moved to Boston - but we stayed in touch … phone calls … I guess this is how I started my thing with phone sex … a lot of times kind of late after I had had a drink or two… and I am not sure where it came from (maybe the need for phone sex to be a bit more extreme than physical sex) I started begging him to piss on me

Just over the phone … never did anything for real … until….

 

Taking it In The Ass

skip forward to the mid 90s at the Ramrod (Bostons leather bar) get picked up by this guy (I remember he worked for Tiffany’s… in their display department… and he was in town helping yo open a new store) who takes me back to his hotel room 

( side bar …. Any conversations on here about hotel sex??? I love it … had a good streak going for awhile in my younger days …was hoping to trick in every hotel in Boston) 

anyway .. it was hot - the guy fucked me (raw … didn’t ask just did it) and then kept his dick inside me and then (also without asking) started pissing up my ass - it made me feel like a total faggot bitch….. I loved it

 

Drinking It /Feeding It 

A year or two latter …. Hooked up with this cute younger guy ( grad student… at Harvard Divinity School) at a show tunes bar in Bay Village - not sure how it came up …. But I remember driving back to my place and really needed to piss …. So he leans over … takes my dick out and I piss down his throat while I am driving ….. we get to my place … strip down and get in the shower - spent the next hour or so drinking each others piss (before I took him to bed and fucked him…. It was really hot

 

Pissing IN An Ass

Several years later- met a guy on line (Recon I think) and arrange to go to his place … about 1-1/2 hours away…. I polish off about a liter of Diet Coke on my way down (I find Diet Coke great for WS as it goes through my bladder pretty quick) Get there and he is on his knees In his front hall … “naked” - save for a hood … collar, and wrist restraints 

he drinks a bit “straight from the tap” and then I lead him too his bedroom… tie his wrists to his headboard - and get a bit rough with him. …. Then give him a nice long fuck … and after cuming in him. … let the plumbing switch over, as it were, and then empty my very full bladder into him

OMG … it was Amazing!!! It felt like I was cumming the whole time I was pissing in his ass … and as I had a very full bladder … it felt like this two minute orgasm ( what I would give to experience that again) 

Pity it’s hard to find guys into WS here in Boston 

Back in the summer of 2003, my dad underwent knee reconstruction surgery—titanium implants and all—so I relocated back to New Jersey to lend a hand during his recovery.

One Monday evening, I hit up Feather's in Hackensack, their legendary big night, and locked eyes with this adorable, soft-bodied blond Irish boy from across the upstairs bar. We shared a few intense kisses before heading to his place in East Rutherford: one of those generic, two-story strip habitats built with parking lots in mind.

We tumbled inside, where his roommate was ostensibly crashed out on the couch. Things escalated quickly—clothes flying off, slamming to the floor in a frenzy. True to form (and as my moniker suggests), I wasn't holding back with my tongue, slapping him sharply and ordering him to his knees.

His choking gasps must've roused the roommate, because I noticed his eyes reflecting the moonlight, squarely fixed on us. Midway through, I mentioned needing the bathroom. The guy stood up, bent over with a sly glance back, and whispered, "Just piss in my ass." Intrigued and aiming to be an accommodating guest I obliged.

The pressure against my still-hard cock was intense, but either he'd misjudged my beer intake or was just that eager of a slut—probably both. He couldn't contain it; piss cascaded down our legs in a warm flood. I cut off the stream as I withdrew, and he swiftly tossed a towel down before guiding me to the bathroom. There, he dropped to his knees again and urged, “piss in my mouth." Gripping the back of his head, I thrust deep into his throat and let loose, listening to those rhythmic gulps as he swallowed every drop like a good boy.

We returned to the main room, where I took him on the floor in position three in my playbook—slapping him relentlessly and hurling every filthy name imaginable until I buried myself balls-deep, breeding him with my signature shudder, shaking my cock off inside his fuck hole for every last drop.

14 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

Great story - and apparently you DID.  

Guess they needed someone to kick things off

20 hours ago, SlamBeast said:

Mine are hard wired as fuck. I love it. Getting them pulled/chewed/sucked/twisted makes me instantly hard and I begin to leak a river of precum.  I have cum from having them properly worshipped.

I love being with another guy who's like me so we can work each other's nips over hard.

Dude you had me at "leak a river of precum". I'd just get on my knees, look straight into your eyes as I nurse myself on your cock. Feeding myself like a hungry infant while twerking your nipples, just to extract as much from you as possible. Feed me poppers and talk dirty to unlock me for more degenerate behavior, yes I can go there. Nothing hotter than a cock just pumping out fluid into a hungry fag mouth. Obedience to CUM is life

I was about 23 when a sub buddy of mine invited me to this sex party called GBU in Brooklyn. He hyped it up with promises of unlimited free beer for just a $20 entry fee—a total bargain in NYC. The guy was always skittish, the type who needed a wingman for everything.

I rolled up decked out in my bondage chest harness, fully expecting the vibe to match—and unfortunately it didn’t. The crowd was mostly these polished twink guys strutting in pricey designer jocks, nursing their drinks like they were too precious to get messy. The actual action was nonexistent, which started grinding my gears.

I was about 2 beers into the night as my friend finally shows, buzzing with excitement. He grabs me another beer, urging me to chug the rest of mine. Obliging, I ask him where the bathroom is. With this devious smirk, he says, "Follow me," and guides me to a spot on the floor. He drops down to his knees and starts sucking my cock.

I'm all for a good BJ, no complaints. However he sees me starting to do the pee pee dance, and says "Just piss in my mouth." Unfamiliar with any protocol in this scene, I revert to my natural state. So I grab his hair with one hand, slap his face with the other, and start pissing all over his face while saying in a deep commanding voice, "You fucking disgusting faggot, drink my piss like the bitch you know you are."

Apparently, I must have spoken the secret phrase because the next thing I know, three other guys instantly join me in drenching my friend in their piss. I'm fucking his mouth with my balls slapping against his chin as my beer-piss pours out of his mouth and down his shaved chest. He looks up at me with some other guys piss pouring all over his face, and there it was—the look of pure bliss. After a few years of knowing him, he finally admitted to himself what kind of a faggot he really was.

As I kept verbally degrading him, I force him to turn around and shove my cock up his scrawny, hairy ass while a few other guys start to drench him as well. I command him to thank them for their generosity while making him admit what a filthy faggot he is. Over and over again, he admits to a small room of guys what a filthy faggot he is as I clap and slap his cheeks red, ensuring his submission is complete.

As I make him beg for my load pounding the shit out of him, I eventually cum in his ass and then force him to the floor while keeping my foot on his chest. Saying, "A faggot like you gets up when I tell you to get up," then I spit in his face as I command some twink to fetch me another beer.

I keep him there on the floor with his body covering the drain, making him turn his head and lick it up. This goes on for a while until he finally has to go himself. As he starts to leak, I kneel down, grab his cock, and make him piss all over himself while commanding him to drink. Again, my verbal charms electrify the room further as other guys drain their bladders all over him.

Afterwards, he thanks me for giving him exactly what he needed, knowing his dirty secret will be safe with me.