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On a personal note, I can't really segregate the mental and physical effects of what getting fucked represents. If my top fucker isn't making it feel good physically, I can't submit to him mentally. The mental part for me, similar to what many have already said, is about knowing that I'm giving myself completely to the control of my top. In return, though, I do expect that my top will fuck me in a way that makes me want him more and more as the act goes on. That doesn't mean he can't get a little rough with me, but there has to be a build up to that. I'm told by tops (who have done it right) that after they ease in and take a couple slow pumps that I get this "fuck me" look in my eyes that lets them know they can start going harder. And that my face completely lights up at the first hint that I'm about to make my top cum.

This is certainly not normal by any stretch of the imagination. You're free to have a fetish about being bitten, but you wouldn't expect every sexual experience to include it. If you've clearly defined your limits (only below the neckline) and you get the response back about having no control, that's crossing a line. I'd call it off right then and there. I'm all for pushing boundaries, but no means no.

I was 13. Had it as the end of a wet dream, of sorts. I just remember the dream itself finishing quite weirdly (I've always had strange dreams even before the HIV meds). At the end of the dream I remember having this feeling that I needed to piss and then it flowed out. It startled me, woke me up and noticed the entire right side of my briefs were soaked. When I touched the wet spot, it felt a little sticky; I remember seeing hints of white when I pulled the front forward to peek at the inside. At that sight, it clearly wasn't piss. I had another wet dream about a week later and busted my second full load. Wearing those same blue briefs oddly enough. They must have been my lucky pair. I probably purposely masturbated not long after that to get a good look at what the whole cumming process looked like. I've been hooked on watching/feeling guys blast their seed ever since 🙂

My point was directed more around guys who don't live somewhere that these type of clubs exist. I've been to plenty of naked/pants nights where I get fucked by more men than my 18 y/o self would have imagined. Many American cities, however, don't have these types of cruisy clubs, and the bathhouses/saunas have been closing at alarmingly high rates over the last few years; BBRT parties may be one of the few options left for those living in those regions. The point I was really trying to make is that there's no one right or wrong answer to the question. There can be a host of reasons with where you live only being one factor in the possible answers.

@ErosWired, yes. It's actually unrealistic to believe that any vers boy isn't going to get some bottom action when there's too many men around with hard cocks. That level of selfishness does put some tops off as well. I know that if I see that in the invite that it's best to just steer clear.

I think a few of the responses sum it up. There's more than one answer to this, though. Just for my own two bobs worth: When I lived state-side there was a top guy that would organise BBRT parties at his place (he had a full playroom) about once a month. Actual shows would be around 50% of sign-ups, but still meant at least 7 or 8 guys would be there each time. Most of us would be regulars, so we knew that the organiser was serious; similarly, he knew would would definitely show up at a minimum. It really does take a great deal of effort to set these up, whether that be in your own home or at a hotel; a shame to go through all that for seemingly naught. Also, there were times where a party would be set up at a hotel and then the hotel would catch wind of it and contact the guy who reserved the room threatening to cancel their booking (usually by some bitter queen getting a power trip). Living in London now, there are too many places to go for freely available sex - cruise spots (the Heath) and saunas/sex clubs galore. Just easier to go out and take your pick from guys in the same place. I have, however, seen guys on their apps cruising while there though - similar to what's been mentioned above. If you reside anywhere that abundantly has these places, you'd encounter similar issues. Also, you have (in the major cities at least) a whole array of bottom boys wanting to play out their "Dawson" fantasy. You know what I mean - one night and upwards of 20 loads. In the confines of a TIM video, they have the resources and contacts to ensure they get the numbers and can stagger the attendees over hours. In a group party situation you end up with many tops seemingly waiting for their turn - they either find a vers guy to play with while they are waiting or just get bored. Unless you've got someone from TIM organising your gang-bang, I doubt you'll be able to fully realise your dreams here. I think nowadays any regular bb parties would be organised on WhatsApp groups, so that way you limit the invites to those you know would be dependable and trust. No need to really advertise anymore.

Never heard the term pillow-prince before, but I love the comments on this. When I was in uni, I had a regular buddy that all he wanted was to come over and have me suck him off to completion. Some guys on the thread have already mentioned how it's actually the sucker who is in total control, and I couldn't agree more. My feeder's cock was at the mercy of my own mouth. We'd always start with him standing, having just pulled down his trousers; once hard, he'd lie down on my bed and let me have my way. He was fairly vocal (not verbal, just lots of moaning). I used to have this thought in my head of gauging how close he was by rating his moans from 1 to 10 as I kept sucking. Usually, it would be around a 2 when he first got on the bed; I'd start off slow-ish and work him to around a 4. Once around a 5, I'd alternate pace between slow/medium/fast and slowly build him up to between a 6 and 7. He loved me to edge him some, so I'd back off a bit down to a 5 again and back up. I'd go for at least 3 edges, but the instant i could gauge a level-8, it was a race to the finish - this is when he'd start to get verbal and soon enough I was tasting a flood of sweet jizz (his cum always tasted fantastic!). I think the numbers became a bit of a game for me after a while. Not sure if anyone else has done this, but I have heard other suckers say that they've done something similar.

Sounds like a man with alot of practice. Love how you describe it!

I was never sure how I felt about piss play for some years, but one thing always intrigued me going back to being a teenager: pissing in underwear. Whether it be intentional or a legitimate accident, the though of watching the fabric get wet and how it spread as they were continuing to be flooded really got me going. I'd seen a few xtube vids of guys doing this, and have marked quite a few as favourites. At some point, though, I found a play mate into piss play that enjoyed this as well. He came over a few times and we always experimented with it. We'd both wear some interesting underwear that we wanted to soak. We started out by letting out piss into our own; then we stopped our respective streams and then slipped our cocks through the slit of the other's underwear and then resumed. This meant we were body-to-body, fabric-to-fabric and unleashing the rest of our bladders. The feeling of getting more and more wet in the other's underwear always sent me over the edge. We would always cap this off by me getting hard and fucking him while we were still wearing our soaked briefs (I'd pull down his in the back to get inside him). I swear this always made me cum buckets from being so turned on. Anyone else do anything like this?

True. I give what I've been told are the "fuck me eyes" when I'm ready for my top to get a little more rough. It's my own subtle way of giving the green light.

By the time Friday night came around, I'd already been fucked by more men in a single weekend than any other weekend of my entire life. Not entirely sure how much more I could take, but as God as my witness I'll keep trying! This night was my favourite night of the whole weekend: the big Biohazard Men bareback party. None of this guessing about if your top will fuck you raw or not; you're going to take it bare, guaranteed. When I came to Berlin for the first time two years prior, this is the night I enjoyed most. I arrived toward the beginning, got stripped down to my blue jockstrap, blue harness, and blue leather strap (right-side, of course) and browsed around. Like the last time, there was a wide array of men to choose from. I made my way over to the bar to have my relaxation drink before making my way to the main play area and cruise for beef. Like before, it didn't take long to get some attention; I'm sure the jockstrap helped. The first hour was made up of a mix of guys taking turns fucking me for a little bit, but nothing spectacular. As with most sex parties, guys don't want to cum too quick, so each one stopped short of unloading. Call it something in the air (as I don't think it was a full moon that night) but I saw a few guys around the club sporting biohazard tattoos in various places on their body. My assumption is that the guys that had one on their chest or arms were probably the tops. I made sure that I gave them a "come hither" look as I passed them by and nodded directly toward their obvious marking. If I've never said it before in a previous post, I'll put it right here for all to see: I fucking LOVE verbal poz breeders!!! I would up getting the attention of a shorter, older daddy with a prominent biohazard mark right under his navel. Basically, where Ethan Wolfe has his, but this daddy clearly had his for some time. We found an empty corner and he bent me over and gave me a good fingering. Despite taking so much cock the previous night, I tightened up a little bit; my poz daddy worked me for a little bit, then turned me back around and got me on my knees - he was packing modestly; maybe 6.5 inches with a small p.a. Still quite suckable, which is exactly what I did. He put me against the wall and slid in gently; he was definitely conscious that I was going to need to be worked. This started a slow, but passionate filled fuck as he gently opened me up. Gliding in and out at a gentle pace, I felt very relaxed. We were soon joined by his friend - no tattoo - and they tag-teamed me for what seemed like the next half-hour. At some point, my marked daddy needed to take a breather, but said he'd come find me later - I fucking hope so! He made his way to the bar to get a drink, but left me in the graces of his top friend who continued to work me for a bit longer. Soon, his friend needed a breather as well, and we parted ways to cruise the room more. In the hallway between the two large play areas, I saw a bigger daddy with a small biohazard right on his left peck. He wasn't typically the type of guy I'd go for physically, but I got clocked eyeing his mark. He pulled me down the hall and back toward the back wall where we started to play around as well. Now that I was opened up a bit, it made it easier to take him as well - although he was also only about 6.5 inches. He worked me with a little more pace, but was a little more verbal. "Tell me what you want boy" "You like that daddy cock, don't ya" "You want that poz daddy dick inside you" To all of those questions, all I could answer in the heat of passion was "fuck yeah daddy, please give it to me." This went on for a bit and my daddy needed a breather as well. It was still relatively early in the evening, so no one was ready to blast off just yet. I made my way to the bar for a drink of my own and came across my first daddy finishing up his drink. I grabbed toward his cock to let him know I hadn't forgot about him and still wanted to have him work me. Finishing my drink fairly quickly, I went back out to the playroom to find my first daddy reaching for my exposed ass. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear to suck his cock hard again. I had to oblige; after all, that position put his navel mark right at eye level. I started to suck him again; gripping his balls with my right hand, I put my left hand right over my nose and rubbed right where his tattoo was. I had to show daddy just what I was after. We were nearby the two slings, and as soon as one opened up, daddy put me in and pushed his way back into my waiting hole. Just like before, he stroked slow and passionately. This time, we started to attract a small crowd who could see the intense eye-contact and passionate connection between us. Nothing could break our concentration; with each slide into me, our eyes locked deeper and deeper. The few guys around seemed out of my line of vision as I moaned in ecstasy with each stroke. Before long, the moment of truth came: "Get ready for my cum boy" He stroked even slower, but more intensely; I wasn't sure that was possible, but it was. Each stroke led to both of us moaning in unison knowing that each stroke led closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to beg for his poz cum so bad, but words seemed meaningless; I just let our moaning do the work. After a couple minutes, daddy held me down while I wrapped my arms around his back; each stroke from there on out was an intense squirt of his warm, toxic, marked jizz inside me. We couldn't pull our eyes off of each other until well after his last spurt emptied out. Something about this intense mutual gaze really got the attention of our voyeurs who saw just how badly we both wanted each other. We sealed with a kiss and he pulled his cock out. My mind was over the moon! It was at this point that i noticed the faces of the other guys who came by to watch - my tops buddy and my other poz daddy with the peck tat. He got between my legs and slid into my freshly bred hole. "Yeah slut boy, you want some more cum?" "Yeah, daddy, give me your seed" "Beg harder, boy" "Please fill me with your poz cum sir!" He wanted to hear me say "poz". That started a couple minutes of stroking with each one making me beg more and more for his toxic, dirty jizz. "Here you go, boy....take this poz seed....UUUHHHHH" What felt like ten blasts of jism emptied into my wet hole. I couldn't have asked for more! My first tops friend was nearby as well, but another bottom wanted the sling, so I graciously gave up my spot and let them have their fun. I headed upstairs to another play area and got another drink. While sitting on the stool catching my breath, a guy nearby caught my attention in a BIG way. Huge 9" uncut dick with a biohaz right above it (Ethan Wolfe style), but red in colour! I couldn't take my eyes off of it! He noticed me checking it out and signalled to his two friends. They came over to me and became his wing-men. These friends weren't going to fuck me, but they were going to make sure I got what I came for. For the next ten minutes or so, they ushered me onto my knees to suck this massive piece hard and then bent me over my stool. One of them grabbed my poppers out of my sock and controlled my intake while the other friend lubed my hole. After a deep hit, I felt the pointed tip of my top's member push into me. It didn't take long for him to notice the two loads already inside me. This drove him wild, and he started pounding away. He was speaking to his friends in some language I didn't understand while fucking me - probably describing the big wad of mixed fluid gathered about six inches inside my hole. I couldn't make out a word until I heard the unmistakable uptick in tone followed by an "Oh yeah.....yeah" and then BAM! A warm gush filled me deep inside and I knew he was unloading. He slipped out as he got soft and the three of them just left me at the stool; my knees weak. They weren't interested in a passionate finish; just pump, dump, and go. My legs were quivering. I really didn't think I could take much more, so I sat back down, had another drink and then got dressed and headed out. Maybe I could have tried for more cum, but I just took three of the most intense loads I'd had in some time. I had to call it a night. The next day, I decided not to actively seek more sex; I've had more than enough (though wouldn't turn down any opportunities). The couple of times over the next day or two weren't anything of note. By Sunday night, it was time to head back to London. I couldn't have imagined that I'd set a new personal record of men in one weekend, nor could I have imagined the intensity of the sex had. It's an intensity that I haven't been able to match since. Maybe this year. Maybe I'll go back and try again. Just maybe...

There's a fetish club in central London that has piss play evenings. I've done it there a few times; just this past Sunday, actually. Prob my favourite moment was the point early in the evening where a guy I had my eye on for a bit pulled me into one of the corners, stood in front of me, unzipped his trousers and pissed directly on my blue briefs. I had a big wet spot in front that looked like I had an accident on myself. The bonus there is that it certainly got the attention of the other attendees and it started a chain reaction where they got wetter during the night. Strangely, I don't like my body or face pissed on, but if you piss on my underwear (or let me watch you piss is your own) I'm down!

Not with members on here, but I've exchanged with hook-ups/fuck buddies in the past. Generally, they don't get washed; the only exception being the ones I exchanged with a fuck buddy that used to come over and do piss play together.

@Hunter22 has it right. It has to be done at the right moments. I've done this as a top and had it done as a bottom and loved it both ways. If you're the receiver, make sure that you're at a point where you're comfortable with your top's cock inside you; otherwise, the ramming back in part gets a bit too painful and dampens the pleasure that it should be. Any good top knows this, so as long as you stick to a reliable fucker, you should be fine.

Hey guys. Throwing this out there to any tops/bttms/vers guys who have done this to get some advice. I've never been DP'ed (double-penetrated) but have obviously seen this in porn over the years. Lately, I've been contemplating giving it an actual try, but have no idea what to expect from it. My questions are: how would I prepare as a bottom, what can I expect from the tops, and most importantly, what does it feel like with two cocks inside you (including if either of them cum inside with the other still in)?

It's the sense of freedom. You suddenly feel that there's no more need to hold back. I wasn't much of a cum dump when I was neg but still took the occasional load bareback. Once I did finally convert, I became more cock hungry and now love, love, LOVE to take other poz guy's sperm inside me. Bonus if he's verbal about giving it to me.

Not to condone rude behaviour, but some sites limit the number of messages a user can send receive if they aren't a paying member. If you're the recipient on those sites, I can see why you wouldn't want to waste too many messages saying "no thanks", especially to someone who doesn't get the hint. I admit, I'm guilty of the passive-aggressive method of responding with "thanks", but not inviting a question in return to continue the conversation. If I'm on the receiving end of that, I take the hint.

This happened to me at Biohazard in Berlin a few years ago. I had a couple that wanted to take turns fucking me in the sling and some guy was already in and refused to get out. Luckily, there was space elsewhere and I still got their loads, but taking it in the sling would have been much hotter.

Certainly as the cocks get bigger, then yes, I go for them to help me relax. I don't necessarily need them for smaller to average sized cocks, though. I still keep them nearby, just in case.

Kudos to that. I prefer to let my moans and grunts do the talking until the moment I'm about to get seeded. Then I beg for his load.

If it's exclaimed in passion, I usually just respond with whatever comes out of my mouth. Something along the lines of "please cum inside me!" Like most things sexual with me, it's just whatever flows naturally; never like to follow a script.

"Nut love butter"???!!! I've heard nut, I've heard ball butter, but that's taking it to another level.

Quite some time ago, there was an online link to a proposed book called "The Dictionary of Semenyms" with oner 1300 different synonyms for cum. Many of these, I'd never really heard or knew about. In over 25 years of sexual experiences, though, I've heard guys occasionally use strange words for their cum in the heat of the moment. So, my question to you hot fuckers is: What's the strangest word for cum that you had a guy exclaim out in that moment of passion?

There are benefits to both. A regular buddy will sometimes save his load for a couple days knowing that he'll put it inside you just how you like it. On the other hand, there's always that feeling of newness about letting a man inside you for the first time.