breedmypiggycunt

I’ve always loved filming myself having sex. There are dozens of vids of me being fucked and bred mostly. The only ones I regret a little now are those of an ex, Alex, and I. He was an 18yo escort (so I thought at the time anyway; it turned out that he wasn’t yet 18 at all) who readily agreed to me filming him bare fucking me, session after session. He eventually lived with me for about 18 months and we used to film all of our fucking, including when I’d flip him over and fuck him raw. (I also used to record him fucking his clients and also a “straight” mate of mine who introduced Alex to meth and slamming.) The reason I regret those a little is because Alex is older now and has a boyfriend and wants to live down his escorting days (except when I’m in Adelaide where he now lives and we catch up; I still look after him financially and we still occasionally fuck even though I try to resist him.)

Believe me, it was. The fact that I knew he was trying to stealth me made it even hotter. Back then, I hadn’t even realised how much the idea of taking extreme risks with sex turned me on. I just knew that I loved being fucked and I loved the sensation of being fucked bare even more.

As much as I adore being fucked mercilessly, it’s not the same without the load shooting inside me. In fact, one reason I prefer my tops to switch to the missionary position as he’s getting closer to breeding me is so I can watch his eyes and so he can watch mine. But the ‘perfect’ pounding is one where your cvnt is awash with his cum, where him shooting inside you involves that unison of electricity and you can feel load after load pushing into the walls of your hole. I’ve been told that my cvnt is a great mix of tightness and give and that in the immediate aftermath of being bred, my cvnt envelopes his cock in the same way as we collapse into each other, post-fuck. I love the intimacy of those moments; the passionate kissing, the merging of us. I actually love the guy’s cock to stay inside me, preferably thrusting into me although I’m always thrusting him as deep inside me as I can. I love the sensation of feeling the cock inside me gradually lose its erection. (I also love the sensation when you’re stimulating him with my hole so his starts to get erect again. That intimacy is what I’ve always loved most about gay sex. Even when I sincerely believed that I was more straight than gay, I always knew that, whereas I hated the clinginess of post-sex with women, I always loved it with men.

Two of the first few cocks I was ever fucked by had huge PAs. They were partners trying to stealth guys at a sauna here in Melbourne. The PAs seemed sharpish, I think to tear the condoms they initially insisted on wearing to shreds while fucking you. I was hugely turned on by the first of the two and when I saw the size of him and the size of the PA, I wanted to experience it. And, sure enough, you could feel it entering you and you could feel him tearing at your insides the way he pounded me. The pain was sharper at first but the experience of it pressing inside your cvnt was sensational. The more he tried to hurt me, the more exhilarating it was. The one thing I’ll add is that tops who know how to fuck - to really thrust their cock in you - make the sensation of being fucked by a pierced cock absolutely wonderful.

When I was younger and wanting to try sex with other men, it didn’t even occur to me to top. I’m bi and, back then, my answer would’ve been that “I fuck women and get fucked by men”. I was a total bottom for years. The first time I had ever even thought about fucking a man was a young Hispanic guy whose boyfriend had, he’d learned, been cheating on him for ages. I picked him up on the South Yarra tram on my way home from work one night; in fact, I think he followed me home after we must’ve been exchanging furtive glances 😛. This was in 2000 or 2001 so I was about 35 and had been the recipient of gay sex for 10-11 years. So I invited him inside and immediately stripped him naked - he had the softest, most beautiful skin too and the most kissable lips 😍 - and, within minutes, his cunt is in the air and it’s pressing on my cock. He’s begging me to fuck him to avenge his boyfriend’s cheating. To be honest, I was so horned up by him that I was already teasing his hole with my cock, trying to work out how I could penetrate him. But fuck him I did. Every night and every morning for weeks until he finally reconciled with his boyfriend and, even then, we regularly used to meet for me to fuck him. Until a few years ago, I’d only ever topped four guys in total (and attempted to fuck several more) in 25 years of active gay fucking and, probably not coincidentally, three of the four were just teenagers (one of whom was an 18yo escort, Alex, I’d hired to fuck me silly (well he told me he was 18) and he ended up staying with me for well over a year. Alex, more than anyone else, taught me that I did want to become versatile. Geez, flipping that kid over and making love to his beautiful cunt forever changed me... Now, while I’m still a voracious bottom by choice, I’ve become quite a decent flip fucker and love it too.

I presently have three guys who conceivably could be considered ‘fuck buds’ in the sense that we generally fuck when we catch up but I would only regard one of the three as anything approaching a ‘fuck bud’ and that’s because he’s the first bloke I felt a connection with when I moved to rural Victoria late last year. He works as a barista in the next town, a really funny alternative young bloke who’s much younger than I am and we literally struck up a joking casual friendship of sorts. He’s married with a child and had another on the way so nothing really seemed untoward until I started to get a sense that he was flirting with me. As it turned out, he’s a sexual behemoth with an incredibly good antenna for someone who might be attracted to him. One thing led to another (in the cafe toilet in fact) and now we fuck at least 2-3 days a week and usually more often. And his ‘gaydar’ is remarkable. He seems to be able to spot sexual ambiguity a mile away. Just last week, he had two ostensibly straight young blokes at his house when I was meant to be staying over (with all that entailed). And, sure enough, he had them both going gay half way through the night.

For a long time, I regarded myself as a “straight man who nevertheless had a fascination/liking for sex with other men”. I genuinely didn’t regard myself as sexually attracted to other men and I resisted the urge to have sex with other men from my early teens until my mid-to-late 20s; even after I finally followed through with my desire to try sex with a man when I was 25 and thoroughly enjoyed it. It took me years to even get comfortable with the notion that I was bisexual TBH despite the fact that I was very honest with myself about why I’d wanted to experiment with gay sex and what it was about the experience, having loved the sheer maleness of the sex with a young muscle escort and his boyfriend (after several false starts including one with the same muscle escort the night before I finally went through with it). That was over 20 years ago and it’s only in (say) the last 5-10 years I’ve truly become, not only happy with the physical sexual side of my enjoyment of other men, but I’ve grown to realise that I really am physically attracted to other men. Indeed, while I still regard myself as bisexual, there’s no doubt in my mind that, whereas I once considered myself “bisexual but predominantly attracted to women”, I’d now argue that I’m predominantly attracted to men more of the time than I’m attracted to women. I still have moments when my primary attraction is to women and I’ll look at the female form in preference to the male form but these days, I mostly look at male bodies, lust after men and think about having sex with men. In my case, my reluctance to accept the gay side of my sexual character was pretty easy to work out. First, I just didn’t want to be sexually attracted to other men; being gay or bi was, well, just “gay”. Secondly, I always regarded myself as what an ex of mine (a very gay young ex I might add) always described as “psychologically heterosexual but sexually very homosexual”; he was only 16 or 17 when he first told me of his self-analysis. In other words, Alex preferred the company of women to men, especially to gay men, in every way except his unambiguous sexuality (of which he was almost absurdly certain from a very young age; he was actively ‘escorting’ before I first met him when he was nearly 17. I’d always used the phrase, “attitudinally heterosexual” and was bisexual only in the sense that I enjoyed being fucked silly by men to describe my interpretation of my sexuality. But I am quite a blokey bloke - highly rational and very capable of divorcing my thought processes from my emotions - and, to be honest, have always had an issue with relating to effeminate men. I still find it very difficult to relate to them even nowadays; that’s after a long journey of self-realisation, I finally ‘get’ my sexuality and, indeed, relish in it. Obviously I don’t know you well enough to tell you what underlies your difficulty in reconciling these seemingly conflicting feelings. But I’d hazard a guess that it’s possibly something similar. Perhaps you subconsciously see your masculinity and sexual submissiveness as somehow contradictory? Or perhaps you’re more like my young friend, Alex, in that he sees his character and mode of thought as more akin to the women in his life but accepts the fact that he lusts after cock as an entirely separate matter? (Apologies for having gone on so long in trying to reply. I hope it gives you some food for thought.)

I sometimes use them as a cock ring 😂 But, seriously, if a guy insists on using one, I’ll respect that. I’m bottom versatile - probably should be written as “bottom.....................versatile” to be more accurate - and ask a prospective top if he’s comfortable topping me bareback earlier in our interactions than later. But, if I’m flipping, I’ll take account of my view of the bottom’s understanding of the risks he’s adopting through those I choose to take. Don’t misunderstand me: I’d always prefer to fuck bare as well (especially when the flipping is happening spontaneously) and, if I’ve no reason to believe the guy’s potentially making a call he’s incapable of making, I’ll respect his decision/preference in exactly the same way that I’d hope others would respect my (informed) decisions/preferences. (Isn’t it ridiculous when people who don’t know you other than from your profile - and I’d argue that I go out of my way to give the rationale for my decisions, probably more than I need to - start abusing you for liking bareback sex.) But, if there’s any reason for me to doubt that they’re capable of making an informed decision, I’ll insist on wearing a condom.

Earlier in the week, I visited my ‘reserve’ dealer because she was (eventually) picking up her phone. It’s the second time in about a month I’ve seen her (which would also be the second time in over six months). Last time, her sister’s boyfriend was there, a young bloke who calls himself ‘Tardy’ or ‘Tard’ for some reason and he and I seemed to hit it off pretty well. As I hadn’t been partying for several months, I had a few pipes before I left (I now live at least 90 minutes from Melbourne and stay in the city 2-3 days per week) and I offered Tardy some (as you do) and talked. We seemed to get along well. Tardy is a bit “rough around the edges”, very much a bogan - replete with the shaggy, unkempt dark blonde/light brown hair and the jail tatts, etc - and he was obviously a little slow (he was stoned) but good humoured. (He even joked that “Tard” wasn’t a reference to him not being that smart; that had never even occurred to me. He seemed like a decent bloke. But, as I had a few pipes for the first time in a while, I found myself looking him over and finding him attractive. He’s skinny but still looks more athletic than scrawny and does look a little older than he is (he’s just turned 22 a few weeks ago) with that rugged, hairy but young look. I hoped that it wasn’t obvious to anyone although I think he might’ve twigged that I had a quick look at porn when I went out to my car for a few minutes. He was standing behind me when I turned around but he gave no indication that he’d noticed and his demeanour didn’t change at all. Fast forward to a few days ago; the sister announces to me that she’d told Tard to leave. He’d only been staying with them because he was having trouble with the men his housemates; they’d jumped him in the street the night before I first met him and beaten him up. I really didn’t think much of it until I reached the end of their street and there’s Tardy on the corner, looking lost. He waved so I pulled over and asked him how he was. Even though he obviously couldn’t remember my name, he recognised me and was friendly but obviously down. He told me that he’d been thrown out and then asked if I’d ‘collected’? Me being me, I said “yes but I’m about to head home...” And then thought, “shit, offer him a coffee (and a quick pipe)”. He was reluctant to accept at first but relented when I told him I was stopping to grab one anyway (and would sneak a pipe) to ensure that I was alert enough to drive. Long story short, I only just arrived home a few hours ago. When we started smoking, the conversation really flowed. And I kept sharing more and more, by which time it started to get dark. I asked Tard where he was staying and offered a lift but it was obvious he’d realised it was too late to arrange any emergency accommodation. There was no way I was going to leave the kid sleeping rough (Melbourne’s had a shocking cold patch in recent weeks). I felt responsible for that. I told him I’d book a hotel room in the city rather than drive home and that he was welcome to stay there and smoke pipes with me if he wanted. Seeing his eyes light up with gratitude was quite a special feeling but he still was reluctant to accept. I was uncertain if he mistrusted my motives or if he really just thought it was too much but I really couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject of what his concern might be without making it look and feel worse. So I just went ahead and presented him with a fait accompli; I booked a room and gave him my mobile number so he didn’t have to decide until later what he wanted to do. The kid rang me before I even got to my car. I was really pleased. I actually enjoyed talking to him; he’s a good kid who’s clearly had a rough upbringing and I knew that I would never act upon the attraction I had for him anyway. When we got to the hotel, he was like a little kid at Christmas. The view of the city skyline etc was incredible for him. After a few more pipes, Tard announced that he’d find a way to pay me back and, I thought, alluded to sexual favours. When I told him in no uncertain terms that I expected nothing in return but he could pay me half of the hotel bill when he could afford it if he wanted to. He seemed happy with that and we were having a great time just chilling. Until a few hours later, Tardy suddenly said, with a huge mischievous grin on his face, “I’m horny as fuck. I’ll suck your dick if you suck mine”. My immediate reaction was more annoyance than anything else but, I admit, Tard voicing the idea had caused some movement of blood in my nether regions. And then he started flirting full on. It was either that or he was taking the piss. He touched my arm; put his hand on my leg and left it there too long. It even felt as if he’d reached toward my cock before taking his hand away. I kept saying “please don’t mate”. I was speechless otherwise. He settled a bit but the look in his eyes remained...and, by now, I’m now getting pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed. And then Tard’s lowered his pants and his cock is out. It’s a fucking nice one too. Pretty big and oddly thick and veiny for such a skinny bloke. He’s rock hard and playing with himself. I couldn’t look away. Honestly, I wanted to deepthroat him right then and I doubt I was hiding the look of lust on my face. Until he took his shirt off. His body is gorgeous and I couldn’t hide my attraction any longer. My erection was pushing hard to escape and Tard made it clear he had noticed. But I still said, “no.” This wasn’t my intention in helping him and I hated the idea that he might think that’s how he could, or should, repay me. Tard just said, “shut the fuck up. We’re doing this because we want to” and he leaned forward to kiss me; just a small, almost apologetic peck initially but then he moved close and started touching my body and staring into my eyes. His touch seemed confident and assertive at the same time as seeming gentle and calming. Then he started kissing me passionately and his hand’s on my cock. I remember just looking at his chest and his nipples and all I could think about was how weirdly smooth and hairless his chest was compared to his face and his arms and legs. How beautiful those huge brown nipples were. How, when you really looked at them, there were a few strands of blonde chest hair around each nipple and some tufts of slightly darker hair on his chest. And how enticing they’d be to wake up to if you’d fallen asleep with your face resting on that beautiful chest the night before (preferably from exhaustion while feeling a firm young cock slowly losing its erection but never quite becoming flaccid.) As much as I kept protesting that he didn’t need to do this, Tard just kept kissing me and touching me, coaxing me to respond. Not that I didn’t lose that battle the instant his lips and his caress set my senses on fire. We were both as horny as hell and when I kissed, then licked and then sucked his left nipple, he groaned. It was the hottest sound I think I’ve ever heard. This young man was as turned on as I was. He wasn’t doing this because he thought he had to. And he was already naked and moving to lie down on the bed, easing me with him. All I wanted to do was ask him how his skin was so soft..it’s really annoying how my over analytical nature doesn’t even lay off when my senses are on fire....so I grabbed the pipe, and went shotgun with a massive amount of smoke in his mouth. At some point, Tard paused and said, “you need to understand that this is not something I haven’t done before. I have. Sure there’s been times when I’ve hated myself for it. But there have been others where I enjoyed it. And I’m loving this and I want this. With you. You make me feel special. You don’t talk to me like I’m dumb, like I’m a loser. You’ve shown me more care after meeting me a couple of times than some people I’ve known my whole life. Don’t worry: I’ve sucked cock to get drugs. I fucked blokes to get drugs. I’ve taken plenty of cocks just to score. Fuck me dead, I’ve taken cocks when there was nothing in it for me except not getting bashed. I’ve been fucked full of so much cum by so many blokes that I used to wonder why they didn’t talk to my “dirty boy cunt”. But I like having sex on drugs too and I’ve begged for cock after cock and load after load because that’s all I was to them. Been there, only a few months ago. Got gangbanged by probably a dozen old men because they gave me all the gear I could take and them some. And, afterwards, I had sex with another old guy because he was the only one who asked me if I was ok. So I said thank you the best way I know how. I pulled him towards me, kissed him and said, “please come here and make love to me. And I turned myself on my back and lifted my legs up and said, “give me your load daddy”. And he did. He fucked another load of cum into me. And I loved him for it. He fucked me like I was the only cunt left in the world. He blew in me like all the others but then he kissed me and held me and even told me that he was fucking his cum into me. His cum was to seed my cunt alone, not to be passed around to the next cock. And I loved him for that. But I still enjoy getting fucked. I love it. I love fucking women too but, shit, I think there’s hardly been a month when I haven’t gone out alone so I could get my cunt pounded. I’m good at giving it and at taking it. Both to live and because I enjoy the sensation of it all. And now there’s you. A hot guy who’s so caring that he can’t accept that he’s even sexier because he’s a bit shy and a bit worried about getting some care back. You’ve made a difference to me, you know. The way you look at me with all that lust but then you worry that you’re like the other thousand dicks that have blown their load into my cunt. But you’re nothing like them. You cared about me when your dick wanted you to fuck me like a worthless cunt but you actually talked to me like I was worth talking to. I want this, and I want you to want me just because you want this too.” I know I just collapsed into him when he said that. And, somewhere in exploring his body, my cock and his arse crack rubbed against each other and the boy just sighed. A massive sigh. That alone made my cock go even harder and Tard must’ve sensed it too because he started working his hole back toward the head of my cock. I can’t honestly even remember what he said but it was along the lines of “I’m so happy you top. It’s going to be yours tonight. I know you’re dying to get my cock in you and you will. And now you know that I can’t wait for you to fuck me”...which, of course, was my cue to thrust into his arse. I’d intended only to insert the tip but, somehow, I slammed into him, tearing through his second sphincter as well. I’m blaming the bottom though: Tard’s entire body just seemed to heave and push back on me so I gently pushed in further. Before I knew it, my cock was exploring the walls of his innards. I love watching a man’s eyes react when you penetrate his hole and the groan he made was just magical. And then Tard blurted out, “have you ever slammed?” It sounds awful in hindsight but it was so hot, so unbelievably hot, at the time. “Yes. Have you?” And his eyes lit up. “We’re going to slam fuck each other one day soon, aren’t we?” You should have felt how his body wrapped around my cock even more when I said, “I have some fits. We can do it tonight.” And, at that moment, one of us moved in such a way that our bodies were fucking each other. I don’t know if I thrust into Tard or if he thrust his cunt back onto my cock but suddenly I had ripped through his sphincter and was balls deep inside him. I’m a bottom who’s learned to be versatile, especially if a man has already taken control of my cunt and fucked me silly. Flipping is easy then. But it usually takes the attempted destruction of my cunt to make my dick reliable. Even though I flip pretty skilfully nowadays, I rarely top first. But we were fucking like animals. It was as animalistic and violent a fuck as I think I’ve ever done. Everything I saw from Tard, every sound he made, every thrust demanding I go deeper and harder...everything just made my desire for him and his pleasure more urgent. My cock and his cunt were one. I doubt I’ve ever loved another human being as completely as I did as I was making mad violent love to him. And then we flipped. And flipped. And flipped. After a few hours of fucking, we held each other a while. I’ve kissed and licked and sucked every inch of that boy’s body. And we ended up staying for three nights. We invited a few other guys over after the first day and a bit and it’s fair to say that Tard’s almost as insatiable for cock and cum as I am now. I’ve booked him into a hostel for a few weeks so he can sort out what he wants. And he’s got a standing invitation to stay with me on the farm as often and for as long as he needs. I’m already missing him. I want his cock inside me. I’m encouraging him to get tested for HIV but that’s up to him. It’s my birthday next week; I’m hoping he’ll get tested so he can tell me, if he tests positive, that he’s giving me an extra special present. But that’s selfish of me, I know...but it’d add even more fire to our love making. And, of course, I want my cock inside him. Not because I enjoy fucking the young man and not even because he derives so much pleasure from it...but because I get to hold him and feel the softness of his skin and smell him. He’s already reminded me of something I started to lose sight of: that it’s important sometimes just to be there for people you care about and have them care about you...

I’ve just moved to a country area just under 1.5 hours from Melbourne for various reasons, none of which I’m especially happy about. But, it’s fair to say that, having been here a few weeks, I’ve suddenly seen there’s possibly a silver lining. Not only is the larger town only 20 minutes away but I happened across a decent cafe there. Even better is the young 23yo bloke who works there and whose outlandish ginger moustache caused me to immediately joke about it; to which the kid (let’s call him Ben since that’s his name) responded with a terrific open laugh and a jibe or two of his own. My first impression (after ‘wow! He’s young to have such a porn moustache’ of course) was nothing more than that he was a really nice bloke, handsome but in a blokey, unpretentious way. For genuine reasons, I had to go to the town three days in succession last week and again on Monday and Wednesday this week. Each time, I’ve stopped at Ben’s cafe for coffee (it’s also two doors from a defensible Japanese cafe and I love Japanese food almost as much as Vietnamese). It slowly dawned on me that Ben is quite attractive and he’s certainly good to chat to. After the third visit last week, he cracked a joke about whether I was really coming just to see him but intuition told me there might be a hint of something behind the comment, but I really didn’t think much of it. On Monday, Ben mentioned that he and his girlfriend had a daughter and another child on the way. Again, I just thought it was passing conversation and thought nothing of it. He mentioned it not long after I had thought Ben seemed to look a little too long at a rather attractive tradie in shorts and a tank top and I thought there had been a flicker of recognition between us. But again I really thought that I was imagining it. As I was about to go, Ben told me to check my phone as he’d heard a notification alert; as I had told him that I am partially deaf, I was hoping that was why he had mentioned it; I had heard it and recognised it as being from an app I must have left open. Slightly embarrassed, I tried to appear nonchalant as I left checking my phone. A second one arrived at that second; the preview said, “I knew I knew that sound. I’m leaving in about 30. Could I bother you for a lift home If you don’t have to rush off? I’ve promised my girlfriend’s brother that I’d pick him up since the GF’s away”. I turned and looked and there he was with a cheeky grin waving me back in. I was half-mortified and half-excited wondering what the fuck he was up to. When I went back in, he pretended I’d asked for the toilet and directed me to them. I wandered towards them like a zombie and, sure enough, the door hadn’t even closed behind me when Ben came through. “Thanks for playing along. When I saw you checking out that guy’s legs, I knew my gaydar was right. Look, I like you. Have ever since you stirred me about the mo before you even said hello. I’d love to catch up if you’re free today.” Dumbfounded, I must’ve just grinned like a horny dickhead. At that moment, Ben leaned forward and touched my growing erection. “We have a few minutes now too. Come here.” And we were kissing. After what seemed like hours, Ben was ready to leave work. I’d long since been in my car when he finally came around the corner. He’d taken his shirt off and was now just wearing a tank top. By this stage, I was silently begging that he would just want to rip our clothes off and fuck like animals. But he’s full of surprises. He DOES have to pick up his sister’s brother but he’s messaged him to tell him he’s going to be an hour or so late. I’m both delighted and shattered by this stage. It’s obvious from how he is touching me that my months long drought is about to end....but it seems that he wants just a quick fuck and that’s it. “Where to? I hope you’re close by” which is answered only by the unzipping of his pants and mine. His mouth is wrapped on my cock. “Where to?” “Anywhere we can get some privacy right now. Toilet block, I want you right now.” And then he rubbed his whiskers across the head of my cock and looked up with that cheeky grin. And then thrust his mouth all the way down to the base of my cock. The straight little ginger can definitely deepthroat! At the closest park I knew about, Ben stops sucking and jumps out, marching towards the public toilet. I follow, entering about 10 seconds behind him and his pants are already at his ankles and his shoes are off. The only words I recall either of us saying between kissing and tearing our clothes off were: “You first or me first?” Within seconds, i’m easing myself around and Ben’s cock is rimming my hole. It took him exactly one suck on my ear to realise that it drives me insanely horny. All I can remember is moaning ecstatically as he works his mouth over my ear and then he slammed his cock inside me. And the boy can fuck too. At some point, we’re rolling on the concrete floor and I realise that Ben’s mancunt is well within reach. He shuddered as I started to tease his hole so I decided he was ripe to be flipped. So I did. I rimmrd him and then eased my way inside him. I came pretty quickly. I tried to warn him I couldn’t hold on but he was not asking me to pull out..so I thrust as deeply as I could and came. It was the right call. We flipped again and Ben pounded me right there. I haven’t been fucked for over six months and this was heaven. Ben shot his load, whispering only, “You like it pumped dee, yeah”...which he did...and kept fucking. We fucked like animals for well over an hour. Eventually, Ben said, “My place now? I want to show you now how I like to appreciate a man, not just fuck him and leave.” I now learn that Ben and his girlfriend’s brother are fuck buddies. And the three of us have as much time as we want. I didn’t leave until well after midnight on Tuesday. And, yes, we did have some enhancements. So, yes, I was still toey as I was driving home...so I thought I’d visit the beat on my way home. Thought it might be a good idea if I noted I was on my way there on Squirt. Sure enough, there’s a rough looking guy in his mid-40s there keen to have his dick sucked. We’re interrupted a bit later by a nervous young guy, say mid-20s. I’m sucking two cocks. And then an old guy wanders in. Kid doesn’t want a bar of him so I manoeuvre his mouth on to my dick and start sucking the old guy too. Soon enough, he makes it clear he wants to fuck someone...so, after not getting fucked for months, I get my third cock in two days. I’m being tagged. Old guy blows and slaps my arse and says he’ll fuck me anytime I want. And leaves. Young guy moves around and starts playing with my arse with his dick. Starts pumping me. His balls are slapping on my arse cheeks. He asks the rough guy if he wants to swap. He starts pounding me while the young guy waves his cunt towards my mouth. I love rimming. He obviously loved being rimmed. Eventually asks if I have a condom; course not. Turns out he wants to be fucked very badly. So badly that he’ll let me fuck him raw, especially after I think to offer him a pipe. I’m the piggy in the middle again! Fuck I love that more than anything else when I’m a bit wired, clearly so does he. Rough guy comes. Grunts. Zips himself up. Leaves. Without a word. Turn kid over to fuck him missionary, so I can see his eyes when I am about to blow. We’re basically making love on a filthy toilet floor smoking gear and he shoots a massive load over his chest and face. He flipped me again and I’m pretty sure that he bred my cunt again ?

268....I had no idea I was such a slut.

I’m an Australian right-winger with a generally libertarian philosophical worldview. (Just to confuse Americans, our main right-wing party is called the Liberal Party and is regarded as a ‘broad church’ of liberals and conservatives. It’s important to understand that Australia is a less conspicuously religious country overall than the US and our political parties owe a great deal to the British tradition; at least in their origins. The Liberal Party was formed in 1943 from the ruins of its predecessors to be pro-business (especially small and medium business) and pro-middle class, as opposed to the main left-wing party, the Labor* Party, which was (is) trade union based. * Note the word, “Labor” is spelled in accord with the American custom, not the British/Australian “labour”; this reflected the unions’ greater resentment of Britain cf the US upon its formation in 1901. Although most of the ALP is reasonably pro-US, it’s probably a source of slight embarrassment nowadays as, if anything, they tend to resent the US far more now than Britain.) The Liberal Party has always favoured smaller government and fewer encumbrances of personal liberty but has always believed that governments have a role in protecting the weaker and moderating the effects of pure market forces. Certainly, I’d argue that, if you compared the political spectrum in Australia against that of the US by aligning bell curves to reflect the spread across its entirety, the entire Australian polity is slightly more left-wing than its American counterpart. As such, conservatism in terms of social policy is less entrenched here than in the US (although, perhaps counter-intuitively, social change is possibly more difficult in Australia). My politics tend to be libertarian in both economic and social policies, ie I favour smaller government and less interference and regulation in most economic and social policy areas; certainly , I’m generally a sceptic of government as a ‘cure all’ albeit with notable “exceptions”. The most obvious “exception” to many Americans is my strong pro-gun control stance (although it was introduced by one of the more socially conservative Liberal Prime Ministers, John Howard. (Howard is a social conservative but an economic ‘dry’ or libertarian/neo-con.) Regarding “gay politics”, I find ‘trendy’ LGBTQ politics frustrating and one-dimensional. I’ve had close gay acquaintances demand to know how I can “possibly support” the supposedly anti-gay right wing party as strongly as I do; I’ve literally been abused hysterically by friends of friends for my political stance and had those good friends “defend” me by quietly saying that I’m not as bad as other right-wingers. Just one such example was over my support for exemptions from anti-discrimination laws for conscientious objections to SSM. My support for SSM was primarily on libertarian grounds - that government had no role in telling two consenting adults the nature of their relationship - and it’s on libertarian principles that I favour those of sincere religious belief being able to respectfully decline to service same-sex weddings. I abhor the idea that we’ve swapped a religious orthodoxy imposing its view of what’s right and moral onto others for a secular orthodoxy insisting their right to impose onto others their view of what’s right and moral. The idea that anyone opposed to SSM is a bigot is simply absurd and wrong. Very wrong. A part of my discomfort with LGBTQ politics is my libertarian and individualistic philosophy. Equally (long before I sorted out my (bi)sexuality in my own mind), I’ve never defined myself by where I like to place my penis and have always been uncomfortable with those who seem to regard it as their defining characteristic (be they LGBTQ activists or be they heterosexual pigs). I don’t have a bisexual view of politics on any issue. I have a bisexual view of my sex life, that’s it.

To be honest, I enjoyed it so much that I assumed that no-one noticed. In hindsight, the (male) teacher must’ve been aware at some point because I became quite obsessed with it. As for puberty, 11ish I think.

9 or 10. It was in my Grade 4 classroom

Raw. Hired an escort while on a business trip and, try as hard as I could, it hurt too much so I paid him and let him go. Then thought the next night: I just have to do this and hired him again. This time he brought his boyfriend on the theory that I could watch them fucking, I suppose. But I told him not to listen to any protest I might make and just fuck me... As it turned out, I was so turned on by having the boyfriend there too that, while I was trying to penetrate the boyfriend, Nathan just thrust his cock inside me and started fucking me. Even though it was 1991 or 1992 (I was 25 or 26), the subject of condoms didn’t get mentioned. I certainly wasn’t going to do anything to hamper the mood; I just wanted the cock in me. Nathan shot his load inside me too - he apologised profusely for doing it - but I was hooked. Then his boyfriend thrust his cock inside me and fucked me almost as well...and a cumslut was born. The two of them must’ve cum inside me 3, 4 or 5 times each that night. I continued to see Nathan for another 10 years after that. Like others, my first 20-30 cocks would all of have bareback. There was an elderly guy in his late 60s or early 70s that first fucked me at a beat not long after my cherry had been popped and continued to fuck me bareback at least once or twice a week for another 10 years or so. It was with him that I first started to think about using condoms and went through a phase where, for several months, I’d go to his caravan and insist as we were getting naked that he use a condom. But, literally every single time, he’d continue just ripping my clothes off and pushing me down and entering me and start fucking me intensely. After he’d blown inside me, he’d always say, “I don’t wear condoms. If I have AIDS, you’ll already have it from me so we may as well enjoy ourselves. If you insist on me wearing a condom, bring them and I’ll rip the top off it and fuck you like that anyway. Your arse loves me fucking you. You show up here and need my cock. Everyone knows that I fuck you silly. Everyone knows that you love me fucking you. So, if you don’t want my cum in you, then don’t step foot in my caravan. When you’re here, you’re mine.” And he could fuck me like no one else could too.

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I’d love to get you to Melbourne Sleazy Brit Boy. Been trying to get knocked up for the past four years....

I too have had a drought over recent months. Until I met a 28yo guy (call him ‘A’) who came to my house a few weeks ago for a sesh. We spent four days together fucking that first time and he’s stayed at my place at least 2-3 nights every week since. He’s gorgeous and smart and, although he’s btm vers too, he loves pumping his master/daddy hole full of cum....usually after I’ve dominated him (which I’m becoming more natural at too...because he gets sooo turned on by it.) Last weekend, he suddenly flipped me on to my back and started to lube up his cock...and I seriously climaxed a massive load just at the thought..And when he shoots his load, it’s a massive load that reverberates inside me... But the confidence A’s given me has helped with other guys; I’ve had four different guys over this week and met a struggling 21yo uni student on Locanto a couple of nights ago. He’s been and fucked me twice in two days and is on his way again now...with two mates of his...He’s into BDSM just like A...guess who’s getting a surprise when he gets here tonight ?

My first time fucked was in my 20s with a escort and his BF and the bare fucking was deliberate...if not entirely conscious.. After having failed to take cock the first two times I'd tried, my first focus was on finally having Nat's cock inside me. When he paused inside me and asked if he should put a condom on, there was no way I was going to let him pull his cock out of me.... The second time, excluding Nathan (it was one of two guys who both became regular fuckbuddies within a week or two); one was a sleazy old guy I met at a beat who, even when I asked him to use a condom - several times after he first fucked me - would just push his raw cock into me and then say "I don't fuck with condoms. If you want my cock, you take it on my terms"; by which time, his mouth and tongue were passionately bathing me in his saliva and his cock was already oozing precum and fucking every inch of my cunt. And I was already writhing in absolute ecstasy and begging him to keep fucking me. The first time he fucked me was in a public toilet cubicle (with lots of people in close proximity, some of whom watched this elderly man fucking this young, muscular bloke n running gear so passionately and so completely). By the time, he shot his load in me a few times, we'd been there for hours I think and a bloke was carrying on about calling the police... He kept making mad passionate love to me and he had me addicted to him and his cock such that I begged him to exchange numbers. Instead, he led me across the park to a caravan park on the other side. I stayed in his caravan that night and used to return (despite having to walk through the caravan park with all the residents grinning at me...and that was before the caravan would start rocking seconds after I knocked on his door...he would literally start kissing me, spinning me around and removing my jeans/shorts and thrusting his bare cock inside me, often before he'd shut the door. More than once, he'd be passionately making love to me and I'd realise the windows were wide open and half of the park could see and hear us. But, almost always, he'd redouble his kissing, licking, sucking, rimming or fucking to stop me suggesting we should close it....and it always worked...when the old guy was fucking me, I couldn't concentrate any anything else for long... He fucked me several nights a week for more than 10 years, always raw, always shooting his multiple loads deep inside me. Only occasionally would he whore me around; not once did he tell me that he was arranging friends to fuck me. He knew that, once he had bent himself to cradle my body and started thrusting inside me using precum as lube - and then his cum as lube - I was putty in his hands; and slave to his mouth and his cock. The other fuckbud was a young Croatian straight guy named Aron - genuinely one of the most spectacularly 'beautiful' young men you'd ever see - who, initially, worked for me until I was forced for fire him. But, after he left, I continued to mentor him and help him out. One night, he rang me drunk and needing a place to stay. He'd got his girlfriend pregnant and his mother and step-dad threw him out. Long-story short, Aron puked up; so I put him under the shower and washed his clothes...And then desperately averted my eyes every time he would strut around in the towel....which he thought hilarious...until he realised it turned him on... Next thing I know I was staring at his cock saluting me and being asked to suck it. Work out the rest....Suffice to say that, whenever Aron and his GF argued, he'd be "staying in my spare room" which ALWAYS meant he was fucking me within 30-60 minutes...Always raw because I couldn't get pregnant. They both entered me within a week or two of my first fucking...

Sean Cody is loud, spectacular, unpretentious and full of gorgeous guys. As others have said, they're partial to blowing their loads inside and exhibiting the cummy hole. The recent scenes where Brandon and Nixon were virgin bottoms were magnificent (although Brandon's second fuckng was much, much better than his first). Corbin Fisher can be at times better with more passionate scenes in general. Post Him is a good site for amateur scenes.

That description was incredibly hot.I'm much older than you; unlike you, it took me many years to accept my sexuality and my sexual desires completely...but I totally recognised myself in your words! Are you a bad person as a result? Ha ha, as if you need to be reassured. You sound very much like a young man who reached the point of being being comfortable your own skin - and understanding and accepting your desires and compulsion - at an admirably young age. I only wish I had had half of your sexual openness and maturity when I was younger. A lot of guilty feelings and pointless second-guessing could've been avoided! Then I saw your picture...suffice to say, the feeling that I wish I had more like you when I was younger is exceeded only by the feeling of wishing I could have you!

THAT is what I most love about being bred by a poz guy and it is why I much prefer to be on my back looking into his eyes as he's nearing shooting his load. As well of the sort of verbal interplay you and your mate had (which would have driven me wild by the way!), I love my top to see how turned on - madly so - by the idea and to see how turned on he is by the effect he is having in me. The one thing which can make it even better is if he has had doubts about being the one to convert me...the look some guys get when they realise I am not turning back and, in fact, am so turned on - and getting wilder and wilder in full power bottom mode the closer it gets - it invariably seems to get them even hotter. It's almost as if they're possibly about to permanently own my cunt.

I love turning on the guy who is pounding me and, by the time he's ready to blow, he is already well aware that I am dying for that final intimate connection. If a guy says that to me, I suspect my answer is always either "fuck yes!", "PLEASE!" or, most commonly, "please don't waste a drop".