CumBustion

There’s a new guy at work, works in a different department in the building next to where I work. I see him from time to time and we’re always catching each other checking us out. We held gazes at each other to the point that the girl in the cubicle next to mine’s has noticed. But every time I approach, it’s all small talk and he quietly backs off. I’m persistent, though, as he’s very fuckable and has an adorable smile. He’s a real lanky, 6 ft something, light skinned black guy, late 20s, buzz cut, cute face in a Trevor Noah kind of way. Anyway, we bump into each other in a meeting and we get to talking afterwards, decide to meet up for drinks at a bistro near his place the next evening. Meet him there and we click, social lubrication helps a lot. He mentions that COVID put a crimp on his sex life, especially since he moved here mid-pandemic and hasn’t gotten laid since arriving. I tell him that I maybe able to help him with that. He grins and we walk back to his place. As soon as we step in the door, I undo his pants and yank in down. His semi hard cock leaps out of his boxer briefs and is already drooling precum. I squat down and push him against the wall while I get to work with my mouth, throat, and hands. After several minutes, we make our way to the bedroom and get naked. We get into 69 position and he tongues my hole and fingers it while I continue to deprive myself of air by gagging on his dick. I start to straddle him and ask if he has lube handy. He tells me that he does, but is afraid to fuck because he doesn’t have any condoms. I reply with that I’m cool going raw but he insists that he doesn’t wanna hit it bare. I shrug and tell him ok, and proceed to kinda ignore his dick, concentrating more on his balls and taint. I can tell he’s getting a lil frustrated and says, “Ahhhhh fuck it.” He pushes me on my stomach and mutters a half hearted “You’re clean, right?” but before I could even answer, I hear him rifle through this nightstand. He puts the nozzle of the lube bottle on my hole and gives it a few pumps. I massage it in me as he lubes his dick. He places his dick at the entrance of my boi-pussy and leans into it. I hear him gasp as he sinks in balls deep in less than a second, probably surprised at how it took little effort to get in me. He had some very decent meat on him, at least 8 inches, since he bottomed out in me with a couple of inches to spare. He starts pounding me hard, hitting the inside of my guts. I wanted to try and get him into the groove and slip into my s-curve but before I knew it, he blew his load deep in me. He slowed his pace but I swear it took him a full minute to unload his balls. He nut felt hot in my guts. He pushed his now semihard cock fully into me and collapsed. I think he past out for a bit and I just savored the feeling of his dick me me. I then start to feel him kissing and licking my neck and the pulse in his cock start to make him erect again. He got on his knees and grabbed me by my hips and pulled my ass up to his crotch. I kept my head down but arched my back. Again he fucked me hard and fast, his dick bottoming out with each thrust. We change positions, me on my back, and resume fucking. I grab the back of both my knees and pull it into my shoulders. Now he finally had the angle to slip into me balls deep. The new found sensation to go so deep drove him wild. Within a few minutes, he busted his second load in me. The look on his face was priceless: eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, mouth agape, uttering grunts and single syllable curse words. After a few moments, he unknotted his dick from me and fell on his back onto the bed. His breathing was hard and he glistened in sweat. I roll over, grab his still erect cock by the base, and proceed to give him an achingly slow blow job. He tries to push me off, probably because his dick is hypersensitive, but I lock my lips and stroke my tongue along the glans of his cock head. His body jerked and convulsed as I got his dick deeper down my throat as I played with and squeezed his balls. Within a minute, I was able to coax one last load out of him. I felt his cock spasm in my mouth but not much came out, a lot less than the cum that was leaking out of my hole and down my insides of my thighs. I knew he was fully spent and Incompletely drained his balls. He now comes by my office a lot more. He’ll even grab my ass or give me a kiss when (I hope) no one is looking. We’re supposed to hook up again this up coming weekend. Wondering if this is gonna be a regular thing.

About 90% of the time, I want my boi-pussy torn apart and my guts rearranged by a Top that can fuck like a red-lining piston. There are times, however, especially after a Top gives me a P-spot orgasm, where I want him to slow fuck me until the sun rises. Love it when I’m laying down on my front as the Top churns his cock in my guts as he says dirty things to me, or we’re in mish with my legs in my armpits and he gives me that real slow long dick strokes that send jolts of electricity from my hole up my spine while he sticks his tongue down my throat. So delicious.

Many of my hottest fucks were with “older” Tops. They’re always more confident and self assured. They know exactly what they want and not afraid to say it. What they may “lack” in a lower refractory period or stamina, they make up for in imagination and experience. In my experience, they aren’t into the quick pump and dump, they wanna own my hole for a few hours and make it so that I have a hard time sitting properly afterwards. They take their time and work me over, taking me to my limits and then some more. Plus, the great equalizer was the invention of Viagra and Cialis.

Never skip leg days at the gym. Lots of squats, lunges, and power jumps. They really build your quads and gluteus for those long haul riding sessions, plus they make that booty firm and look fine AF. Oh, and don’t forget core work outs, too. As for riding, especially on a couch, have him scoot his ass forward until it is nearly off the edge of the cushions so you can plant your feet on the ground to bounce. Reverse cowboy works well, if his legal are spread apart. Your can lean forward a bit and place your hands on his knees to give you an assist when you feel that burn in your legs. If you’re in regular cowboy, straddle his hips with your knees and grab the back of the couch for support. And if his dick is as long and fat as you say, get that meat pushed past your s-curve and grind in a circular motion.This one works well if you’re in reverse cowboy, inside his legs. Happy Riding!

Three things you need to know/do to be able to go the distance advice: 1. ABC (Always Buttplug Constantly)- use wide neck (low flair ratio) buttplugs. Wake up, clean out, plug. Train your hole to be constantly taking something in there. In my prime, I could plug for days with out end. When I wasn’t plugging, I had some really thick dildos (or cocks) shoved up in me. 2. Cum like a bitch- Train yourself to cum thru prostate stimulation only. It’s unbelievable how much dick you can take once you abstain from “conventional” orgasm and transition to p-spot orgasms exclusively. 3. Sometimes, quality is quantity- In my experience, sometimes one insatiable Top that can fuck for days is worth way more than 6 that lasts 10 minutes each and good for only one load. Wanna learn to take dick for hours on end?…find an insatiable Top.

I don’t pleasure myself, I train my boi-pussy. My pleasure is knowing a Top is completely satisfied and his balls are drained dry.

Hands down, Max Konnor. The look, the body, the dicc, what more can I say? His Twitter is way better than his real porn scenes. He reminds me of Bobby Blake back in the day.

Physically: That final push that slams your huge meat to the hilt, balls deep, into my hole. I feel your cock twitch, convulse, throb, in me. Then that familiar, oh so delicious feeling of warmth spreading in me, starting deep in my boi-pussy, then all throughout my guts. I squeeze my hole as tight as possible to coax every drop of nut out of you. Exhausted, you unknot your cock from me and lay down. I ravenously grab your semi-hard dick and suck it back to life. I squeeze your balls as I force my throat to take all of you. Then it happens again. Your sweet ambrosia pours out and I gulp it down until your cock dry heaves and nothing is left in your system. Mentally: I have cum greed, I want it all. My hole is voraciously hungry for your cock and cum. I want your balls completely empty. Your nut is mine’s to take, to possess. I’m not going to let you leave just to give your cum to someone else. Today, you may have taken my body, but I will take 110% of your semen. You have me cum crazed, dickmatized. You just directly injected testosterone into my system, making me crave your dick even more. Spiritually: Science says you get sleepy from the flood of hormone in your brain. But the old cultures knew it best, I just took a piece of your life force. A life force, when impregnated into a woman, creates life. But when bred into another male, it reinforces his need to take more from ever increasing numbers of men. A piece of your soul is now forever in me, absorbed in to my body, coursing through my veins. For the rest of my life, a part of you is in me. A hundred men came before you, and a hundred more may cum after you, but for this moment, you take my body and I claim your essence.

Military dudes will always have VIP access to my holes.

Yes, as in the rapists could have been arrested if I reported it. I didn’t, not because I liked it, but because I felt fear and shame.All were acquaintance rapes and a couple of my rapists threatened my life if I reported it. My frisky times was while I was still in elementary school. In a perverse sense, my mind sometimes goes back to those times and a part of me gets turned on. I think that is why I get these cravings for “forced” scenarios and “play rape”/BDSM. The difference is that I know I have at least a small amount of control, even if it is a safe word. Or in forced sex, I usually let the Top know I like it rough, so consent is given. It’s all about the paradox of feeling like I have no control (fantasy) while still having actual control (reality).

Hard prostate stimulation can cause involuntary urination much like how hard clitoral stimulation does the same to females. Sometimes it’s just because the Top is hitting and squishing your internal organs, to include your bladder. Depending on how big he is and the angle he’s hitting in you, he could be bashing your bladder, making you wanna pee. Sometimes you can catch a bottom peeing himself while getting fucked. Clear fluid will start to spill out in spurts and drip out like water, not drool out like precum or semen, which is thicker. I try to empty my bladder before sex, especially with those skilled Tops that I know regularly give me hands free, p-spot orgasms. However, despite going before hand, I piss myself about 10% of the time once the orgasms start building. Most times it’s just a dribble or slow leak that most thick bath towels can handle. Sometimes, though, it is a full force stream. If I can catch myself in time, (before it starts feeling too good) I take a quick bathroom break. It’s actually a good sign when I start pissing myself because I know the next wave that hits, cum will start dribbling out and then there no stopping the waves of pleasure.

Agreed. While I do rim, I find that most of my oral skills are spent on sucking the dick. For me, I’d rather the Top rim me than suck me off. Psychologically, it just feels “more right” that he eat my ass, like how a str8 dude would eat a girl’s pussy before fucking her. It sets the tone, telling me that the Top doesn’t care about my boy parts, it’s my hole that he craves. He eats it, fucks it, and nuts in it, done deal. My “conventional” pleasure and orgasm is not even considered, which I can appreciate because I’d rather get a p-spot orgasm over a conventional one anyway. I know a Top with a particularly long and skinny tongue that rims me like no other. I swear, he gets his tongue so far up in me that he practically licks my prostate. He makes me dizzy when he eats me out. He also has an equally long, skinny cock. I prefer cocks on the girtthier side, but he goes so far in me that his dick pushes past my s-curve and makes my stomach look like the chest buster scene from Aliens when we fuck. One of the hottest rimming episodes I had was when another bottom I know called me over to have a threesome with his husband. We were still in foreplay when I started rimming my friend’s hubby while my friend sucked him off. He suddenly grabbed both our heads and pulled us into him. He groaned loudly and I felt his hole clench on my tongue as he (as he claimed) to bust the biggest nut he ever had. The hubby’s knees buckle and he falls onto the bed. I lock eyes with my friend and it’s like we pass a telepathic message to each other. We switch places and he starts to rim while I swallow the husband’s semi hard cock down my throat. He tries to push us off but we stay in the groove. A couple of minutes later, the hubby is convulsing uncontrollably as he busts another load while my nose is in his pubes, his cock all the way down my throat. After we were done, he was a quivering sweaty, mess. It took him a while to recompose himself to actually get to fucking us.

I remember wanting to be tag-teamed (pun intended) by Harlem Heat.

1. Depending on how many dudes come to the event, it can be as much as you can possibly handle. Remember, it’s not just about your physical limit, but also your mental and emotional limit. Take breaks. 2. Never seen any one wear a blind fold or ear phones, nor would I recommend it. There might be a dark room to satisfy your need for sensory deprivation. 3. No guarantees the dudes you’re fucking will be neg or undetect. Highly suggest PREP, even if it is “PREP on demand” (taking PREP before, the day of, and day after fucking). In fact, be prepared to possibly get other STIs, too. 4. Poppers are allowed, maybe even sold there.

I’ve had my fare share of Tops that couldn’t get hard. Sometimes it was performance anxiety, whiskey dick/coke dick/Tina dick, age, or whatever reason his fuck meat just wasn’t cooperating. Barring any outside influences from drinking or party favors, taking a break usually helps, especially if it’s not a pump and dump type of sesh. I had a sugar daddy, mid-60s, that took a while to get it up (30-60 min) even with his blue pill. I’d just take it slow with him, lots of massages, manual and oral stimulation, body contact, tons of dirty talk, and maybe porn playing in the back ground. Even while we fucked, he’d occasionally go soft so I’d dismount and go back to oral and hands. He was always super grateful with my patience with him. Having a Top that can be rock hard as soon as his pants drops is always welcome, but it isn’t always the case.

While I agree, it is a pretty hot position to fuck, especially when the Top is about to climax, there are a few factors that sometimes doesn’t make it ideal. One is anatomy, dicks come in all shapes and sizes and sometimes a different position just feels better. Two is that just sometimes certain Tops can only cum in one position. I know a Top that will hit my hole in every angle and position, but can only cum when we’re in mish with hips my set high and my legs around his waist. And three, maybe a non-factor, logistically it isn’t feasible because I’m fucking in a car or a bathroom stall. Despite all this, yes I do like prone bone, especially when the Top is riding a lil higher on me and long ducking me. The long strokes and constant pressure/stimulation on my p-spot drives me insane and more likely to cum hands free.

Speaking as someone who is very, very partial to black men, yes, you can go back. Most of my BFs, fuck buds, and hook ups are MOC. However, I still find all kinds of guys attractive and it doesn’t stop me from getting with them. I prefer tall, muscular/heavy set, same aged/lil older black men with some scruff/body hair, but one of my fav Tops is an older (early 60s), clean cut, smooth, white guy. It’s all about what they bring to the table and the sexual vibe the give. A lotta bottoms get hung up on dick size and the whole “black is bigger” thing. Is it true? IMHO, somewhat yes, black guys do tend to be on the larger side of the spectrum. But I’ve met hung guys in most other races, too. Keep in mind though, big dick isn’t always good dick. A dude with a foot long dick with no stamina or technique that nuts in a minute is a bad lay no matter what.

My outer ring is definitely loose while my inner ring can comfortably take an average dick with spit for lube and no foreplay. I really do love girth, veiney dicks, tho. I have a rather high tolerance for pain plus I know how to open myself up so that the Top can be pounding away in me in no time. If I know a Top is really hung/thick, I usually weight train with one of my thicker buttplugs for a few hours before fucking, just so time isn’t wasted trying to get in me. I’ve never had any complaints that I’m too loose.

Love verbal Tops. He doesn’t need to be screaming humiliating shit at me or moaning like we’re on set of a porn shoot, but give me some feed back. One of the hottest Tops I know never raises his voice above a low growl, but it’s just the way his deep voice resonates in my ear as he’s fucking me from behind in a standing position while he pinches me nipples/grabs my throat/squeezes my balls, or when he has me on my back and has my knees up to my shoulders and his head is next to mine’s as he long strokes my hole, or I’m laying on my front and he’s splayed on top of me as he tries to push past my s-curve and making hurt so good while doing it, he always has his mouth next to my ear, spitting the most erotically vile shit at me. Just thinking about him right now is making my ears buzz, my balls ache, and my hole twitch.

I prefer it with lube, but that hasn’t the club bathroom/back seat of car/behind the bar’s alley dumpster/on a pool chair at a PS resort fucks where my spit all over his dick from swallowing his meat plus his dick drooling precum sufficed as the only lube available as he tore my hole apart. Maybe I’m fucked in the head, but the “rapey” aspect of no foreplay other than his fingers roughly shoved in me as bends me over, my pants around my ankles, his fat dick plowing into me full force, his hand covering my mouth because the white hot pain makes me scream in agony, is pretty hot when I’m feinting for that kind of “unwanted” attention. Idk what it is about Alpha Tops that either: 1) know I’m being a cock tease and intuitively know I want it that way, or 2) DGAF and is gonna make me take it whether I want it or not, but they’re usually pretty good at reading me.

Not particularly looking for love because I haven’t met that guy yet. However, I did find love, previously, at different points in my life. My first, we were young and horny. Feelings were there but we thought we could also handle an open relationship/threesomes, group sex thing. We eventually drifted apart because the sex with other people, though wasn’t always better, was way more frequent than with each other. Second, which actually was my last (explain later), was actually a “compensated” relationship with a dom daddy/BDSM twist. It was exciting at first, especially the vacations, party favors, and shit. He’d slut me out to his friends, as well as several clients. Frequent sex dungeon episodes/parties and gangbangs was where I saw his dark side, and it scared me, kept me off balance, and attracted all at once. He played hard, extremely hard, and knew how to push me away and pull me back at the right times. There were times where it was too much, where I needed a break from sex, but he never let up. Eventually I aged out and he replaced me with a younger version of me, which is what I did when my predecessor got a lil “too mature” for his appetite. I felt hurt, rejection was way more painful than anything he ever did to my body (and I have the physical scars to prove it). Last, he was my real, only love. I went monogamous for him, even during his military deployments. We had to keep it on the DL because “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” was still a thing. He wasn’t perfect, but we complimented each other. I kept his hot temper in check and gave him the emotional support he never had. He gave me stability and knew how to keep me in line, especially in bed. On his last deployment to Iraq, he was killed during a rocket attack, a few days before Christmas and the day before DADT was repealed. He talked about how he was going live openly and come out to his parents, as difficult as that would be, when he returned (his sisters knew already, in fact I met one of them). It hurt real bad because I couldn’t see him off when he shipped out and that I didn’t attend his funeral out of respect to his folks. His parents were very devout and my presence potentially would have made things uneasy. It was at that point where I tried to fill the void with as much dick as I could get, eventually driving me to #3. So yeah….not looking for it, comfortable being a free spirit, but if it happens, it happens.

If you are in a public sling, you are for public use. Same goes for the fuck bench hogs. If you gonna be picky about body type, age, dick size, race, etc, then un-ass the playground and let the other boys play.

This was me on Friday (I should put this on the “Last Load” discussion). Met up for drinks with a guy that I see around work. Acts kinda aloof and shy, but a raging maniac in the sheets. He was fucking me doggy, lost his nut and unleashed a flood in me (I actually felt his hot cum blasting in me). He had his dick buried in me balls deep for a good minute or so, then pushed me down on the bed and collapsed on me. He slowly swiveled his hips and swirled his dick in me while I contracted my boi-pussy on his meat. He dozed off off a few minutes, the he started kissing my neck. I felt his cock go from semi-hard to fully erect in me. I felt the pulse in his dick thumping in my hole as it engorged and we started slow fucking. The pumped two more loads into me, and his dick never left my hole or mouth the entire time. The best part is how he kept saying how much he needed this, that it felt so good to be actually fucking a real human again and not just jacking it to porn. I guess he had a bad dry spell during COVID and was lacking some human contact. Sex is such a basic human need.

I call this the “One Drink” scenario. Example: a friends calls, to meet up at a bar. You have an early day tomorrow, so you tell him you’ll have to take a rain check. He then gives you the good ol’ “Aww come on man, just one drink.” Ok, that sounds reasonable. Except that one drink turns into two, then three, then shots… before you know it, you’re nursing a hangover and late for your meeting. Deep down, you really wanted to party but wanted to be equally responsible the next day. Your friend gave you an alternative that met both expectations. How it spiraled out of control is on you, even though it was one of the best nights of your life. Guys want to fuck raw, but don’t want the possible lingering effects of unprotected sex with someone they barely know. I can’t even count the number of times that a Top was “condoms only” but ended up blasting his nut deep in me. Whether it was because the condom slipped off, broke, or he just plain got frustrated and took it off (with a lil verbal cueing from me), we want that skin to skin contact and the euphoria of giving/receiving cum. It’s my hypothesis that condoms fuck with our minds just as much, if not more, than the lack of physical sensitivity. After having discussions with my Top and hetero male friends, they all have said that just the thought of actually planting seed in someone makes it “better.” A str8 friend of mine’s told me how sex with his GF was pretty ok when they were dating and he used rubber, then it got way better when she got on birth control and he could go raw, but it got even better when she got off birth control when they were trying to conceive. He said that thought of literally breeding her made his erections harder, refractory periods shorter, and felt like he was cumming harder. The best marathon sex session he had was when he came home from work on a Friday evening to find his girl wearing lingerie and telling him, “I’m horny, I’m ovulating, and you need to fuck your baby into me right now.” He said the was game on and they fucked all weekend, to the point where he had to call in sick on Monday because he felt weak as shit. All guys wanna fuck raw, sometimes they just need a “just one drink” reason to do so. Yes STDs and HIV sucks, but the biological imperative to breed hardwired into us.

I don’t think anon hotel hook ups are exclusive to us. When I was in the military, there would be super wild hotel parties where girls would pull trains a dozen dudes deep. They’d keep count of how many dudes they fucked by collecting the used condoms in a cup on the night stand or have the guys autograph their body in Sharpie.