shybottomhole

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About shybottomhole

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  • Birthday 02/06/73

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  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    Vancouver
  • HIV Status
    Neg, On PrEP
  • Role
    Bottom
  • Background
    I am a shy beta male. I live to be fucked and be handled by a man who recognizes my need, knows what he wants and takes it.

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    shybottomhole

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  1. Couldn't have said it better myself.
  2. It's still 4 months out, but I've booked my flight and hotels for IML in Chicago in May.  I'm at the Heart O Chicago motel (as recommended on this site by FelchingPisser - a man I desperately want to fuck me) for the first and last nights of my trip, so that I can have an easy cum and go gangbang. And I'm booked at the conference hotel for the main days of the event. Can't wait to get there.

    1. seaguy

      seaguy

      Fuck the leather tops are in for a treat with that hot hole of yours.

       

    2. shybottomhole

      shybottomhole

      Thanks Seaguy!  I'll do my best to give them a smooth silky ride.

    3. PERVDOM666

      PERVDOM666

      looks like you're getting over that shy thing ... evil smile 

  3. If it's me getting gangbanged, I'm all there, no enhancements. I want to feel it fully raw: the pain, the pleasure and the memory of it, exactly as nature intended.
  4. Thanks for the follow!

  5. Would love to feel your Prince Albert pierced cock inside my ass even though you're a bottom we could flip fuck each other! You're fucking HOTTT AS FUCK! I have more pics but I don't know what happened to them after I uploaded a bunch on here. if you want to see more let's talk.KIMG0185.JPG

  6. Thanks for the follow. Love that cock!

    1. giftgiverhtx

      giftgiverhtx

      thanks. love your ass

  7. I'll take being called a bitch, fag, hole, slut, boy or anything else as long as theres a chance I'll get fucked.
  8. I'd love to be Blake in this. Knowing that it's more than I could handle but taking it anyway and knowing they're not gonna stop til they're finished. Lucky guy.
  9. I'll take a fuck bench, a sling or getting fucked over a barrel or the arm of a couch instead of a bed anytime, but I'd never turn down a fuck on a bed, standing up or on the floor either if that's what the Top prefers.
  10. I've always shaved my balls and hole but just today got my first wax. They shaped my pubes but left most and took everything off my shaft, balls, and hole. Was an interesting and sort of familiar experience being on my back on the table, legs froggy style and fully exposed under the bright lights while they worked, then on all fours, ass up chest down. It wasn't as painful as I expected and now I get 2-3 weeks without the hassle of shaving down there.
  11. Love getting fucked with an audience, especially on a fuck bench.
  12. Can't wait to visit TO soon for a cumunion Read1...love to be ass up waiting to get fucked by you.
  13. I woke on Saturday and spent a few hours exploring Berlin’s museum island. I absent-mindedly poked around the Bode Museum, the Pergamon and a craft fair/flea market but my mind was on the Fickstutenmarkt coming up that evening. I noticed a lot of good looking guys, some with their wives/girlfriends, a few gay couples and some single guys and wondered if any of them would be fucking me that night. The Fickstutenmarkt, if you haven’t heard of it, is a gay horse fair. Bottoms (mares) arrive at the event early. They strip nude, have their hands bound, and are blindfolded with a sack/hood that is colour coded. White sacks stand for safe sex and red sacks stand for bareback. When all of the mares are in place and waiting, the Tops (stallions) arrive and are free to fuck or “cover” any mares they choose. There are a number of rules, but the top one is that mares cannot refuse any stallion who wants to fuck them. From reading the Fickstutenmarkt web site and thanks to other posters on Breeding Zone (like Bottomhole and DanishAss), I had some idea about what to expect at the event and also knew that it was important to arrive early as a mare to get a good spot. I arrived back at the hotel at 2 a couple of blocks from the venue and was aiming to be in the queue when it opened at 5:30. I spent lots of time cleaning out and getting ready. I stretched my hole a bit with an inflatable, and lubed up with Swiss Army silicone. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt and my black lace-ups with short blue socks and walked the two blocks to the entrance, with my stomach in knots. I hadn’t eaten anything for about 36 hours at that point so, as usual before a big night out, I wasn’t sure whether what I was feeling was nervous butterflies, hunger or low blood sugar. The Berlin Fickstutenmarkt is held at the Kit-Kat Club but it uses a different entrance. A Berlin underground metro stop is right below the building and there is a nondescript door – something like a fire door – that opens right off the steps down to the metro. I arrived later than I intended; it was about 5:45, and there were about 10 guys ahead of me in the queue. I exchanged smiles with a couple of guys but everyone seemed a bit nervous like me and there was no conversing. When there were only about 4 or 5 guys ahead of me I could hear the door attendant switching between German and English as he asked each mare whether he knew what the event was about, that they would be blindfolded and fucked anonymously. Each guy said yes, paid the $10 or $12 euro fee (I can’t remember now which I was). And then the pattern stopped as I heard the attendant say “I’m sorry, we don’t have room for you tonight” to one guy. My heart stopped for a minute as I reviewed the thousands of dollars and kilometres that I had invested in this weekend that were going to waste. I had arrived 15 minutes too late. The guys ahead of me stayed in the queue so I did the same, hoping that there might still be some hope. There was a bit of back and forth conversation and then the guy who was turned away made his way past the rest of us as the queue started moving again. He was in his 60s with grey/white hair that needed cutting and I suddenly realized that he had been refused entry based on his appearance. I had read on the website that this was possible, but hadn’t expected to witness it. I started feeling quite sad for the fellow, thinking that a haircut could have made all of the difference, but didn’t have time to finish the thought as it was my turn at the door. “Do you know what the event is about” I was asked. I said yes. “Do you know that you will wear a hood and can’t see anything while you are fucked?” Yes. “Have you read the rules on the web site?” Yes. “Okay” I paid the fee and went through another door. Before my eyes had a chance to adjust to the very dim lighting, I was approached by a stall helper wearing a white tank top like I’d seen in pictures on the website. He handed me an empty garbage bag and my hood, told me to strip off everything but my shoes, and then take the bag down a nearby staircase. He patted me on the ass and gently pushed me toward an opening in a black tarp-like wall. Inside there were about ten other guys, half already naked and holding their hoods, and the rest in various stages of undress. I took a deep breath, pulled my t-shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and pulled my sweats off. I re-tied my shoes and threw my clothes in the bag. There were a few guys ahead of me making their way down the staircase. At the bottom right was a doorway covered by a black curtain. On the left there was an open door with light pouring from it. As I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, three stall helpers were waiting. One took my garbage bag, tied a tag on it while another held me by the waist as he turned me from side to side to let the third guy write a number (37) on each shoulder and my upper back. Finally, they turned me to face away from the door as I felt the smack from a large rubber stamp on my ass. I didn’t have time to look at it before they tied a piece of white rope to my right wrist and pointed me back up the stairs. Back on the main floor I remembered others’ advice to get a good spot early and avoid being placed standing up somewhere. I quickly found the large square padded platform that I had seen in the X-tube fickstutenmarkt video. There were already guys holding spots at each corner and one in the middle of 3 of the 4 sides. The fourth side was the furthest from the entrance, but I took it. I was between two guys in their 30s, both cute and nicely tanned, which contrasted against my very white skin. I had been in the sun on my deck a few times over the summer and had a slight tan line but in this dim lighting I didn’t know if it was visible at all. Along the perimeter of the room on two sides were padded bench-style chairs. There were a few open spaces but most were occupied. Overall, the bottoms in the room were really good looking and masculine. Quite a few had chest or facial hair, and were nicely endowed. My relatively small package seemed to have shrunk from the anticipation or just being nude, and it fought my frequent efforts to casually pull it outward for better presentation. I figured that since I was number 37 and there had been at least 10 guys behind me in the queue to enter, there were at least 50 mares in the building by the time I climbed back up the stairs. More guys were steadily entering and undressing, so I think there must have been at least 100 bottoms by the time it started. We waited in silence on my side of the padded bench for what seemed like an eternity but must have been about an hour. I noticed that the guy on my right had a watch and wondered if I should have worn one given some online comments from others about losing track of time at the event. Then I realized that I’d have a hood over my eyes anyway so a watch wouldn’t help once it started. Finally, the music seemed to get a bit louder, the lights dimmed a bit and the stall helpers made their way around the perimeter of the room to bind mares’ wrists and tie their hoods in place. I realized that the wrist binding was mainly symbolic since most bound mares still had 30-40 centimetres of play between their hands. But I noticed that the hoods went on much tighter. If mares could see anything, it was very little. I suddenly noticed a bit of a scramble around my platform as the others grabbed lube packets from the centre of the bench and lubed or re-lubed their holes. I stood and managed to grab a packet and finger some into my hole just before one of the helpers tied my left wrist to my right and quickly pulled the sack down over my head. He deftly rolled the edge of the sack over a few times so that a thick band was across my eyes and the bridge of my nose and pulled it snug. He was an expert. The band was tight enough that I couldn’t open my left eye under the sack. I could open my right eye with some discomfort as the sack squished my eyelashes. But the best I could see was downwards across my right cheek to my chest. My heart started thumping as I realized just how helpless I was. I was going to be fucked and I wasn’t going to know by who. The event rules went through my head, “a mare cannot refuse a stallion, must always surrender to him and let himself be mounted.” After months of anticipation, this was suddenly very real. I told myself this is what I wanted and it was too late to back down now. I tried to relax and got myself in position with my head down, elbows on the bench, feet on the floor and ass in the air. It took a few minutes for the helpers to finish tying and blindfolding the mares and while I waited I found that with my limited vision in one eye and my head on the mattress I could see down across my chest, and between my legs toward the wall behind me. It was not much and I wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond crotch height, but I’d know if someone was standing behind me. The music was suddenly much louder. I waited. Time was really hard to gauge. I had a moment of panic. What if a guy fucked me with a PA and ripped me up like Bottomhole experienced? I’d started Truvada back in August and took it religiously so I wasn’t worried about HIV, but what about Hep C? I tried to focus on the feeling of being exposed and the gentle wafts from the ventilation system on my hole. And I also remembered several guys who said that they didn’t get fucked that much at Fickstutenmarkt. Maybe I’d just stay here, bent over until I’d had enough waiting and decided to call a helper to help me leave. A guy somewhere around me moaned like he was feeling a bit of pain and then I felt the cushioning of the bench flex nearby. The guy to my left let out an “ahhh.” I opened my eye and looked down between my legs. There were at least two guys behind me. One moved out of sight but from what I could see of his thigh (it was fairly defined and had a bit of hair), the remaining guy seemed to be facing toward me. I waited for a bit and looked between my legs again. He was still there. I was just picturing him standing behind me surveying the room when I felt a finger slide in my hole. It pumped in and out a few times then withdrew. I felt a large knob at my hole. He pushed in so that the head popped past my sphincter. It was my time to moan and just as I did that he slid all the way in. I could feel his pubes on the edge of my hole and I was glad I’d stretched it earlier. He fucked me in a nice medium rhythm for a few minutes. Once in a while he’d thrust extra hard and I’d experience a moment of pain, but it felt so good. Guys all around me were moaning. Our shoulders were rubbing together as we bent over toward the centre of the platform. My first fucker withdrew and I felt that moment of emptiness as the head popped out of my hole. I don’t think he had cum, and I figured none of the tops would want to do that so early in the evening. As he patted my ass and moved away, I raised my head and grinned. I was at the Fickstutenmarkt surrounded by good looking guys getting fucked. I had had my first fuck and was ready for more. Any doubts from a few moments earlier were all gone. Another cock was at my hole and hilted in one swift motion. I could tell it was thinner and longer than the last one. He wasted no time and fucked fast and hard. It hurt on every inward stroke and I found myself making “AhhhhAAhhhhAhhh” moans in time with his movements. While the first guy hadn’t touched me with anything but his finger and then his cock, this top held on. First he held my hips in an iron grip and then he put his hands below my armpits with his fingers locked on to my pecs. The guy on my right must have been experiencing a similar intense fuck. He was very loud and with his head near my armpit and facing toward me I could feel his breath as he vocalized with every thrust. The painful fuck went on for some time and I’m ashamed to say that at one point I started to lean more on to the platform to try to reduce his penetration. It didn’t work. He stopped thrusting just long enough to grab the top of each shoulder and haul my ass backwards and deeper onto him. After that it felt a bit like he was punishing me by really fucking deep. His cock wasn’t in the least spongy. It was 20-something wood. He could have been a youngster or it could have been Viagra. Whatever it was, he used it like a bit of a weapon. Like I said earlier, time was really hard to gauge, but I’m guessing his fuck lasted 10-15 minutes. When he finally thrust in a couple of times and held himself there, I think I felt some pulsing very deep in my guts. When he finally withdrew with the same quick intensity it felt a bit like I was being pulled inside out like a sock. He smacked my ass hard. Before I could get my breath, another cock slid inside. He felt shorter and wider and was a nice easy fuck. He had a nice pattern to his fuck and it felt like he used his abs and his hip flexers to give his cock a nice upward tilt on each drive. I wanted this fuck to keep going. It felt great and was a really nice way to recover from the previous stallion.
  14. Starting over with my blog

    Some of you will remember the blog I started to cover my trip to Berlin in September. I had written four entries covering my arrival, visit to the dungeon in Mutschmann's bar, and the first hour or so of the Fickstutenmarkt. And then in mid November, I did a very stupid thing. One evening I arrived home full of self loathing after a hookup (a story for another time) and deleted my blog. I regretted it the next morning but the damage was done. The first three entries are gone forever or at least until I gather enough energy and concentration to re-write them. Fortunately I had saved a copy of the fourth entry on my computer before copying it in to the blog. I'll repost it right away and after that I'll carry on writing about the rest of the weekend.

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