breedmypiggycunt

Which park (roughly speaking)? I went to Westgate Park this morning before dawn rather than drive back to Gippsland when I might’ve been a little ‘worse for wear’. Good morning, it was. Got fucked and loaded by two guys.It was so good, I’m still at 80.

Agree wholeheartedly. I’ve one regular fuck bud who’s mainly a bottom and loves to be dominated; I do most of the fucking but when he is in the mood to flip me over, the way his entire sexual persona changes makes me cum every time. And that makes him even more turned on... But there’s definitely a way of fucking that sets off anal orgasms. It’s about how the top penetrates and fucks your hole in my experience. Of all the cocks I’ve taken over the years, I’ve been royally fucked by three blokes. Two were older men (in their late 60s/early 70s; one was literally the second time I was ever fucked. I met him at a beat and he fucked me so thoroughly. He fucked me regularly for many years, always bare and always shot his load as deeply in my cvnt as he could. Back then, I regularly used to tell him that we had to start using condoms and he’d simply refuse, lean in and kiss me intensely and edge my legs open and just enter me. Fuck, I loved how he fucked me. The other older guy was only the last few years; he used to come to my place with a group of fuckers, get wired and, boy, could he fuck with his cock! To be fair, his cock was pretty large but it was more the girth of it. And the third guy was an escort I used to get fucked by quite often. He was a young bloke who worked under the name ‘Adam Bomb’. His greatest features (for me anyway) were his very hairy chest (I first found him when he was barely 19; I adore young blokes with unfeasible amounts of body hair) and his 13.5” cock. But honestly it wasn’t his size that made him such a great fucker (although a 13.5” dick is a wonderful thing to have pounding your hole). It was the way Adam fucked me. I normally prefer tops to pound me relentlessly but Adam used to fuck me quite gently at least initially. I described his thrusting as almost a circular motion. He seemed to press his cock against every wall of my cvnt individually in succession. Adam’s cock used to give me multiple anal orgasms every time I hired him. (And they were especially intense when, after a couple of years of insisting he wear a condom - our compromise was that he’d agree to ejaculate into the condom without withdrawing from my cvnt, then he’d carefully remove it and fill his cum into my hole...until the day he thought his condom had broken and he asked if he should just continue. As we kept fucking, it became obvious that the condom was still intact; one of us (I think it was Adam but, if it was me, he was on board with it) just decided to discard the fucking thing. After that, he became my perfect fuck for several years.

When you’re about to fuck a virgin man hole or very inexperienced bottom, what position do you suggest for them? And why? Talking to the young bloke I’m living with - who’s very partial to seducing virgin bottom guys and taking their cherry...and who’s also amazingly effective at spotting blokes who are vulnerable and manipulating them to have sex with him - on this subject and we have different views. Tard prefers to penetrate a fresh mancvnt by entering from behind (ie doggy) but will usually let the guy be on top if that’s their preference. His rationale is straightforward: he’ll allow the bottom to control the degree and speed of penetration initially. If the guy is ok with Tard controlling the penetration. He loves manhandling guys when he can and seems to get off on teaching the new bottom in arching his back, etc. For mine, I’m not in favour of the bottom on being on top. For a start, it’s probably my least favourite position when I’m getting fucked and I think the notion of allowing a virgin bottom to control the penetration is a recipe for shallow penetration; that’s possibly a result of my own unsuccessful attempts to get penetrated the first few occasions I tried to get fucked. Secondly, eye contact is an extremely important part of the cherry popping experience imho; it’s a wonderful part of gay fucking but it’s even more important when you’re penetrating a bloke’s sphincter for the first time. When I’m about to take a virgin mancvnt, I want him on his back, ankles in an elevated position (or wrapped around me). The act of kissing and caressing the bottom while whispering to him is, for me, almost as critical as constant focused eye contact. It’s also easier to manoeuvre him from his hips. What do you all think?

I find that a lot of younger guys - straight and bi guys - regard condoms as necessary for preventing pregnancy. Nothing else. They almost relish the idea of raw sex with guys. Then again, the young bloke who lives with me is about to have his third kid and reckons he’s had several more aborted; he refuses to use condoms even with his girlfriends. Now he’s decided he’s bi after years of selling his body for money for drugs (since he was 12 or 13 apparently) and no longer needs to have gay sex for drugs, he’s obsessed with getting fucked. Loves it. Since he’s been living with me, he’s been fucking at least 4-5 different blokes a week (plus we have a very active sex life too) and has been the cumdump for at least four orgies. He loves the idea of getting pozzed and then knocking me up. He says he’s doing it for me but he’s at least as turned on by getting bred with poz cum and then breeding others. I think his obsession with breeding- blokes and women - stems from the fact that his dad had him a few weeks after he turned 14 and then had several other kids before he was 18; Tard had his first when he was 13 and had already been getting regularly fucked by older men for years before that.

Definitely my hole. As much as I like guys cumming in my mouth, I almost feel as if it’s a load wasted nowadays. Mind you, I always suck a top’s cock clean after he’s shot his load inside my hole and get to taste his cum that way.

Hot young man! Whereabouts in Australia are you mate? I’m in Melbourne and Gippsland.

I’m the same. Unless I’m really off my head, I try to keep track of the number of loads I’ve taken. It’s one reason I like to film me getting fucked when I’m in a “cum dumpster” mood. The young bloke I live with wants to get a ‘load scoreboard’ tattooed on his lower back/butt cheeks so tops know exactly where to mark off cumming in his boy cunt.

Either while being spit roasted or while 69ing, especially if I’m on my back as the bottom in the 69. I like the feeling of being almost powerless; that the other guy can throat fuck me as deeply as he wants to. It’s especially hot if he sees it as a challenge to make me gag on his cock. I love their slow realisation that I’ll take a cock as far down my throat as they can manage it. (I was taught the skills of deepthroating by a young street hustler named Paris many years ago. I’ve always been a skilful cocksucker but Paris and I often used to catch up for a cocksucking session at Shakespeare Grove when it was the place to pick up young street prostitutes in Melbourne. Sadly we no longer have such a place in Melbourne any more.

I used to think that most young guys preferred to be fucked by older daddy types...which frustrated me because I was almost exclusively a bottom for years. But it seems to have changed over the last few years. Young guys seem more likely to be very, very versatile; almost to the point that they have no preference between being fucked and fucking a man cvnt. In fact, most seem to think every fuck should be a flip fuck. Flipping seems especially prevalent among those into barebacking. Fortunately I have learned to become a pretty adequate top in the last few years 😍, especially once I’ve been pounded... It’s ‘normal’ now for me, as we’re ‘making love’ - the passionate kissing and deep penetration after a guy’s cum in my mancunt - to ease my cock onto his crack of the guy. Even ostensibly straight guys seem to say “please put it in me” quite often. I’ve popped several cherries that way in recent years, even though the guy may’ve been adamant before we started fucking that him bottoming was “not going to happen”. More often, it’s not the first time we’ve fucked of course; guys seem to get caught up in the moment after a while. I like to think that it’s because I’m a advert for how wonderful the sensation of getting fucked is 😛

Hung Young Brits is a terrific site.

I literally had never heard of him until about a fortnight ago but, right now, I’m obsessed with Calvin Banks. I first saw him topping in porn scenes and I thought he was sensational enough as a top. Young, sexy, passionate, beautiful huge cock, a little hair on his chest... And he’s not averse to altering his entire ‘look’ regularly. He’s perfection personified...and then I happened across a scene where he flip fucked...oh wow! As good as he is as a top, he’s even hotter as a bottom. And he seems to really enjoy being bred when he bottoms. Guys cumming in his mancunt is what he begs for and the afterfucking of the load into his crummy arse is usually passionate and deep. Calvin Banks is my #1 porn star right now.

I was going to say, “No, why would you if you’re a bottom cum whore?” but reading curiouspuppy’s reply reminded that I have, in fact, done that. Twice. Never because of their looks or kinks or whatever; as others have said, I think that (a) makes me feel more ‘adventurous’ towards them in the sense that it’s their skill in fucking that counts; and (b) I do adhere to the policy of ‘how would that make me feel if that was done to me?” But because they were rude and obnoxious without cause: one bloke invited me to his apartment building (which was at least a 40 minute drive away from my home) late one Friday or Saturday night. When I followed his instructions on the security system to the letter, there was no answer. Nor was he answering his phone or responding on BBRT. I waited and kept trying for well over an hour (can’t remember now how long I stayed there in a relatively dangerous part of town but it was a very long time). My messages were entirely of the “has something happened? Hope you’re all right” type; nothing remotely accusatory...until, having messaged that I’d return home before I left, I got home and waited several hours before sending a message along the lines of “I’d appreciate a reassurance that you’re all right and an explanation. If you’ve simply received a better offer, that’s fine. It would just have been nice if you’d let me know.” I know I mentioned that I had, stupidly, put my licence at risk by driving under the influence. I immediately received a response accusing me of lying about having been to his apartment; that he’d been home the entire time and the security system hadn’t alerted him. His response ranted on; it was remarkably abusive given I’d been quite civil about it. It took me to describe the view from the entrance of his apartment block and to describe its layout (location of the car park, coffee shop, etc); it was an oddly designed building and it overlooked a waste dump). His response? No apology, no explicit acknowledgement that he’d wrongly accused me of lying. Just that he’d been vomiting over the toilet bowl. He invited me back, believe it or not, a couple of weeks later. Suffice to say, I politely declined. The other was an older guy, a bit of a drama queen tbh, with whom I’d previously got on quite well with. I hosted he and another older bloke at my place, shouted them gear, etc. And, yes, he was a capable top. During the evening, he got so wired that he was hallucinating. He climbed on my TV unit trying to rescue a cat stuck on the ceiling that wasn’t there.. Fortunately I walked in the room and stabilised the unit, very calmly persuading him down. A very expensive TV was about to be destroyed had I not walked in and handled the situation so effectively. Even his mate remarked at how well I’d handled it. I literally didn’t even mention it until a few weeks later; I’d gone out of my way to give him a lift somewhere (he neither drives, nor has much money) and, for some reason, he was warning me about my temperament when I’m wired. I remarked that I have never suffered from the outbursts of anger that many do and mentioned the TV incident as an example of how I seem not to be affected in that way. He literally started screaming at me, saying “how dare you raise that” accusing me of trying to embarrass him. He didn’t stop until I dropped him off. After trying initially to point out that I was referring to how gear doesn’t seem to cause me anger issues, not anything he’d done and then asking him to stop screaming. Next thing I know, I’m getting messages from BBRT members saying that he’s been telling anyone who’ll listen what an arsehole I am. I was not able to accept an invitation to a private party listed on BBRT because “one attendee has you blocked”. He set up at least two fake profiles and sent me friend requests solely so he could abuse me. And then a few months later, he unblocks me to ask if I wanted to shout him gear. He’d think about fucking me if I did (he actually phrased it as if he was doing me a favour). I can’t remember if I replied or not now. If I did, it would’ve been appropriately terse.

The young (ostensibly straight) guy who lives with me told me recently that he’s going to focus his escorting on getting bred by poz guys and being the cum whore at conversion parties because he knows how hot I regard the idea of being knocked up intentionally. And he wants to be the one who (finally) impregnates me. He’s got two kids and a third on the way with three different women and he wants to give me his babies too. Edit: Tard likes to call me his daddy. I prefer him to think of me as his big brother.

Nick Jonas does it for me for reasons I don’t quite understand fully. Henry Cavill is hot, as is Tom Hardy. And there’s an (ostensibly straight) Australian Rugby Seven’s representative who I’ve seen getting fucked by several tops; I’m told (by a friend of mine who plays amateur rugby) that he’s been an active bottom cum whore since he was 15 (if not earlier). Unfortunately the closest I got to him was sucking his cock and he briefly sucked mine. Edit: forgot Charlie Hunnam. The notion that Jax from Sons of Anarchy is the same bloke who was the teen bottom in the British version of Queer as Folk just turns me on no end. And some of the young guys in Skins, ie Jack O’Connell and Nicholas Hoult for instance.

So true. I used to get so frustrated with guys who wouldn’t meet up to fuck me. But fortunately I’ve learned to flip quite skilfully in the last few years.

Usually yes...unless the top wants to just get his cock in me. As a top, I almost always kiss, lick, rim, suck before I penetrate the guy.

Also: - taken straight guy’s cherry - given blokes their virgin slams and then fucked them - Fucked and been fucked by young bloke’s in dire financial or addiction circumstances - blood slammed, including with guys I believed were poz - started to castrate a young guy in a park - fucked a young bloke (FTM) and his mother in a threesome and been piggy-in-the-middle with them too. Separate threesome with him and his older sister (who did it for money for drugs) - fucked the houseboy of a guy who regularly fucked me when I first started having sex with guys. Boy turned out to be somewhat retarded - Been fucked on the bonnet of my car in a public park. 19yo alpha tied me up and advertised my cunt for breeding. Took at least 10-12 cocks/loads that day - Watched my BF rape a young straight guy after slamming him (first time cock and first time chems for the bottom boy) - Fucked by builder from the building site over the road and a young plumber’s apprentice after offering them gear. Also flipped the Plumber’s apprentice, taking his cherry - Flip Fucked my dealer’s straight boy in the cinema - Bare ‘Raped’ by 8 Pacific Islanders at sauna in Melbourne - Fucked by member of school rowing crew in toilets adjacent to the Yarra River and was caught by the police

Very much a “both” man. Love the sensation of being fucked by a cock; worship the oneness of seeing and feeling a guy get hornier and hornier. Want the pounding to never end. But, once he shoots his load, it’s all I care about...until he’s ready to start fucking me again.

Usually all night. I like to fall asleep with the guy’s cock still inside me; feel it slowly going down and stimulate it sufficiently to keep it semi-erect (at least) and dribbling pre-cum until we start fucking again. I made a point of doing the same to the young bloke who moved in with me. After I fuck him and cum in him, he loves the sensation of me spooning him, cock deep in his arse, too. Even though he still identifies as “a straight bloke who loves fucking guys and being fucked” and regards me as his boyfriend/big brother/lover, he’s hooked on the intimacy and sense of fullness (I often take Viagra Professionals to ensure I’m hard all night just so my cock presses against his insides all night...when I take more than one, I love the throbbing and bulbous effect it has on the head of my cock and he loves that sensation. As do I when he’s done the same.😛)

A few months ago, I blogged about hooking up with an ostensibly straight young bloke who was the boyfriend of the sister of one of my dealer’s. Since then, I’d been helping him out with his rent at the hostel he’s been staying at but it wasn’t much good for hooking up. We’d hooked up a few times at venues and hotels and he’d stayed at the farm for a few days once. The place in town I’d been sharing since I’d moved to the farm wasn’t feasible given my friends were there too so I decided to lease an apartment. Overlooking the city skyline, pretty modern, two (and a half) bedrooms. Nice ‘get’ really. When Tard first came over, I hadn’t told him I’d leased it long-term and was thinking of inviting him to live in the spare bedroom; obviously the idea of leaving him alone here three days a week most weeks worried me a little. But I intended that first time to stay in the city for at least the week and see how it went. I think I asked him if he wanted to move in on a trial basis the next morning as he was fucking me. We sealed the deal by me flipping him onto his back, sharing a slam and me slam fucking him. It’s been a few months now and, in all honesty, it’s working out better than I’d hoped. We’re not in a relationship but we are living together in every sense except that neither of us expect fidelity. Tard was essentially homeless when we first ‘got together’ so I offered him to share my new place. From the day he moved in, he’s made it clear he prefers to sleep with me in my bedroom even though he has his own room. So far, I’m loving the arrangement. For a kid who basically left home when he was 14 and has lived on and off the streets since then; who became a father himself at 14 or 15 and again at 19 (he’s just announced that his girlfriend of sorts is four months pregnant and she’s intending to keep the kid), who’s spent some time in both juvenile detention and in an adult prison; and who’s supported himself and his drug habit by selling his body since he was young, he’s surprisingly ‘together’ at least in relation to me. He asked me if I minded if he took up escorting again to support himself and his kids and, of course, his drug habit; we talked about it for a long time as I wanted him to be certain that it wouldn’t affect his sense of self. He was more concerned about “sponging” off me. So I’ve been actively helping him establish himself as an escort (versatile and, yes, he works bare and seems literally to have no limits to what services he’s willing to offer) and I must admit it’s been incredibly hot watching a few of his ‘appointments’ with his clients. I filmed a couple of the sessions for him with the clients and I must admit that Tard and I have fucked to the vids already. I booked a session for him with a couple of escorts I’ve regularly hired and they’ve really taken him under their wings. He’s had a couple of bookings with them already and the three of them have done two amateur porn scenes with him mostly getting fucked. One took Tard to a gangbang in Sydney to introduce him to some of his clients and not only did he do very well, he was booked for a breeding party a couple of weekends ago which ended up being three days wired, with his legs open, taking multiple loads. According to the escort who organised it for us, there were some poz tops there; it’s hard to tell on the vid but he’s pretty sure a few poz loads were pounded into Tardy. And he’s decided that’s going to be his focus in escorting; cumdump at bareback parties, with an especial openness towards poz tops breeding negative holes like his. (He’s already persuaded two of his straight mates to be straight cumdumps with him and he does seem to have a talent for identifying straight men who might be interested. (He loves playing with other straight guys and teaching them the wonders of wired gay fucking.) Last Friday week, he brought two young blokes home (from his outreach centre) and we ended up having sex with them; one fucked Tard brutally and we all ended up fucking the younger one. That one’s proven a real cutie.

If I regret anything, it’s taking so long to actually succeed in taking a cock at all, especially when I read the accounts of all these guys who not only knew and accepted their sexuality but acted on it. I was first fucked when I was about 24 and I didn’t even think about condoms at all that night. But I tried several times before the night I was fucked and bred by an escort named Nathan and his boyfriend (including the night before when I’d also paid Nathan to fuck me but I couldn’t take it). Thinking about it now though, I did try gay sex several times before that. I was 16 I think when I had my first blow job (and reciprocated). I must’ve tried to get fucked on at least four or five different occasions before that. On at least two of those attempts, it’s only now that I realise that I must’ve been penetrated by the head of the guys’ cocks at least. And the first real time, I’m increasingly wondering how much of it I don’t remember. It was the first time I got absolutely inebriated and passed out at a mate’s place (after vomiting on his mum’s brand new sofa we’d been warned about too). The mate was a guy named Vernon. He was 2-3 years older than the rest of us because he’d returned to school after trying the navy. I’ve always vaguely remembered Vernon helping me upstairs and that was the night I became obsessed with his chest hair; I know we did “stuff” that night because I’ve always vaguely remembered that we made out and that I kept snuggling into his chest hair and kissing and sucking his nipples. Of course, we were naked in his his bed the next morning and we made out when I woke up. And I remember being so turned on when he grinded his cock against my arse crack after I woke up. He did try to fuck me that morning and I wanted anything he was offering but I just found the penetration too painful. But the more I think about it now (and I’m honestly not sure it’s not my imagination recreating false memories), the more I think Vernon did penetrate me that morning but that we may’ve fucked the night before too. If he did fuck me that night, my first cock would’ve been when I was 15, nearly 16.

Had to do the maths but my first gay fuck was in either 1989 or 1990; it, and pretty much every time I got fucked after that until at least around 1998 or so I took it bare and most would’ve cum in me and fucked it in too. So yes, I suppose I did. It was something I used to feel guilty about after the fact to be entirely honest but I’d be asking guys to fuck me raw at the next opportunity. I remember one guy I used to get fucked by every time I went to Steamworks in Melbourne for about two years and often outside of that. He was a young rock climber - Glen - with the amazingly lithe musculature you’d expect of a rock climber. He absolutely refused to fuck me bare no matter how much I begged him to try it. But he was turned on by our compromise: he’d fuck me with a condom but blow his load into the condom inside my hole. Part of our post-coital ritual was for him to slowly withdraw and present his cock to me for me to remove the condom and deposit his cum into my hole. He even started depositing his cum inside me after a fuck.

I suspect that I sometimes annoy potential tops by asking their status but I do it because I’m trying to make it clear very quickly that I’m comfortable with their answer regardless of what it is. But I find that gives me a very natural segue into reassuring them that I’m not only ok with their response (whatever their answer), I’m turned on by the idea.

The only time I don’t suck a cock that’s bred my cunt is if the top is too sensitive after shooting his load but they’re few and far between in my experience. I still remember the first guy who bred me and then licked my cunt afterwards. It was hot beyond belief. Especially when he eased up to kiss me intensely with his mouth full of his cum and my arse juices. That was an amazing experience and I often do it when I’m topping.

Of course size matters to an extent. For decades (literally), I would have argued that a cock was a cock regardless of length or girth or texture or whatever. It’s how attuned to employing it a bloke is that’s critical. I’ve taken some monsters and can’t recall a huge cock ever being a waste of a fuck tbh. But the best fucks I’ve ever had have all been wonderful because of the manner and skill with which they were applied, especially once inside me. I used to regularly get fucked by a young Melbourne escort named Adam Bomb who had a 13.5” cock and the video of the first time he fucked me is still hot because he wasn’t aggressive or hard pounding at all. He seemed to drive his cock into my cunt and then rotate the thrusting around my cunt in a deliberate way. It was an extraordinary fucking, especially when he agreed to lose the condom after initially insisting on one.