Treehugger

Been spending some time on the dark side guys, here are the results. I was not sure which category to put this in, does it matter? Enjoy. I really loved my boyfriend Mark. He was smart, funny, handsome and as it turned out a dirty, double crossing, back stabbing, fornicator. Do I sound bitter? I left work early one fateful Wednesday due to the onset of a sick headache. I get them from time to time and the best thing for me to do is have a lie down in a dark room until it eases up. Very distracted and I let myself in the back door of our house, dropped off my bag and keys and headed for the bedroom. An odd sound stopped me in my tracks. Mark should be at work so what was that sound coming from the living room. Well I will tell you what it was. It was Mark getting his ass drilled by our neighbor Sam. Sam was in his late fifties, balding, somewhat over weight and married. A grandfather for Christs sake. I never had a sexual thought about him, didn't occur to me Mark would. But there they were on our new couch, ass up, legs spread, Sam deep dicking Mark, apparently, to both their delights. I was in shock, speechless really. And I found a cure for a sick headache, just walk in on the love of your life being shagged by your adulterous neighbor. I stood there frozen and mute as I watched Sam's hairy ass clench and unclench as he rammed his cock ever harder into my boyfriends eager hole. Mark was very vocal, urging Sam to fuck him hard, breed his hole, GIMMEE THAT RAW COCK, he practically screamed. What?! They weren't even using protection. Mark and I had been together for two years and we still always used protection. WTF. Sam bent down to snog with Mark giving me an even better view of his fur lined ass crack. The guy was one hairy s.o.b. Mark wrapped his legs around Sam's back ensuring his fuckers cock would stay firmly ensconced in his needy hole. My needy hole damnit! I ran to the bedroom, hastily packed two bags and marched out of the house. They never even heard me, just kept right on with the buggery and the cheatery while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in for a long stay. The first thing I did in my room was to block Mark's number on my phone. And then I called in sick for the next three days so Mark couldn't try to reach me at work. Three days wallowing in your own misery is both exhausting and boring. By Saturday night I needed distraction and to get out of my room. In a rum induced spurt of optimism I decided to go out and pick up a guy for nsa sex. Why not, I was a free man now. I even cleaned out thinking I might just decide to get fucked. My toiletry bag still had condoms in it so I grabbed a couple and headed for the nearest bar. So I guess I had a little more rum than I thought because I didn't even bother to find a gay bar. How I thought I was going to pick up a guy in a straight bar is beyond me. I get a beer, find a seat and look around. Breeders everywhere. What an idiot!!! I'm a social retard as it is in queer bars, around the straights I feel positively alien. I tell myself I will just drink my beer and leave. Then Christ on a cracker I spot Sam. He sees me too and a curious look flits momentarily over his features. I look away pretending I did not see him. Doesn't work. He makes his way over to me and stands there until I deign to look at him. "We need to talk," he says over the din of the bar babble. I don't know what to say to that so I don't say anything. "Your boyfriend is worried about you," he offers. Sam is standing too close. I can smell his aftershave. He is very tan and his shirt is wide open exposing his hirsute chest. All I can think is that I did not know Mark liked his men so hairy. I remained silent. Finally Sam begs me to listen to what he has to say. He returns to the bar to get us both drinks. While he waits I watch him make a quick phone call. I feel like an ass for letting him get me another beer, for bothering to hear what he has to say, for wanting to hear what he has to say. I want to hear how miserable Mark is, how contrite Sam is. I want them both groveling at my feet begging for forgiveness. Sam returns with my beer. I don't want to drink it but he insists I have a pull before he starts. Of course once I start I can't stop. I am like a siphon. He's talking but he is not really saying much. For fuck's sake why is he talking about the weather and the price of beer and why is he talking in slow motion and why is the world getting fuzzy. I felt Sam put his arm around me and begin to walk me out of the bar. He's strong and even with the extra weight his muscles are hard. I am enveloped in the smell of him. My feet did not seem to want to work. And then nothing. I woke up in my hotel room with a rotten head, sandpaper tongue and a full body ache. It took a long time for the world to come into focus and for me to understand where I was. Looking around I thought the room looked rather messy. There were some beer bottles scattered around. The bed covers were wadded up in a corner and there was some miscellaneous debris littering the floor. Then I felt it when I tried to roll over. There was something stuck up my ass. Whatever it was it was not small. What the hell did I do last night? I couldn't remember. I remembered showering to go out to the bar, walking to the bar and running into someone, maybe. My first attempt to stand up did not go well, nor the second. I managed to scrape myself off the floor and stagger into the bathroom to get a look at what was up my ass. It was a butt plug. Took me a minute to figure it out having zero personal experience with the item. Once I decided what it was it needed to be removed but holy hell it was so goddamn bulbous it wasn't going to just slip on out of my hole. I squatted in front of the sink and began the process. Relax, gentle pressure, push. It felt like I was giving birth. In the end I had to grit my teeth with the pain and rip the damn thing out like I was pulling teeth. Pain, lots of pain and an enormous gush of something running down my leg. What in the hell? My ass lips spasmed and farted letting loose a last gush before my hole settled down into a numbed stupor. That's when the smell hit me. Cum. The butt plug was holding in a tidal wave of cum. How could that be? I was a careful partner. I always used protection. No man had ever had his bare cock in my ass much less dropped a load but there I was standing in a pool of sperm that had leaked from my hole. Dazed and confused I cleaned myself off with a wet washcloth being careful of my tender asshole and then collapsed back on the bed. It took me a minute lying there to realize how damp the sheet was. I ran my hand over it encountering what were obviously slicks of jizz. The bed was one big sponge of sweat and spit and sperm. A whole lot of fucking had taken place on that bed. I tried closing my eyes and wishing it all away as a bad dream. No luck. When I opened my eyes the first thing that came into focus was a note taped to the mirror. My first instinct was to throw it away without looking at it, not give whoever had done this to me the satisfaction of playing their game. I recognized the handwriting though. It was Mark's. I had to read it. The statement was short. "Check out the new video on your phone. By the way don't try to make any trouble over this. You will regret it." I sat on the back on the bed for a long time unable to make myself pick up the phone. Teary eyed I stared down at my feet and spotted a half full bottle of tequila. I detest the stuff but I needed some courage. I downed as much as I could stomach, flopped across the bed and watched the video. The first bit was Mark cursing as he tried to set up the camera so it was pointed at the bed. It kept slipping and falling over. I almost laughed but sobered up seeing my unconscious self snoozing away next to a naked Sam. Sam was running his hands over my body, pinching nipples, pulling on my flaccid cock. Then Mark hopped on the bed and Sam turned his amorous attentions to my boyfriend. The next several painful minutes were them two making out as they rolled about next to me, jostling my body and at one point almost pushing me off the bed. That brought me back to their attention. Sam turned my head towards them and proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue while Mark went south to suck Sam's cock. The tequila rose in my throat. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and get the hell out of there but I had to know what exactly had happened to me. When my attention returned to the screen Sam had gotten up on his knees and was feeding me his cock. My right cheek bulged out with every thrust of his fat rod. He really did have a jaw breaker of a prick. "He can't suck cock for shit," Sam quipped as he continued to rape my face, forcing his cock ever deeper down my throat. The sound of Mark's giggle was daggers to my heart. Mark reclined at the foot of the bed with his back to the camera. Pretending to examine his nails he snorted, "I know, more teeth than lip." Sam finally wedged his meat balls deep, one hand was around my throat the other pinched my nose. It was obvious there was no oxygen getting to my lungs and yet my body lay as still as stone. "God, he is really out," Mark exclaimed as loomed over me to examine my reaction. I watched in horror as the seconds then minutes ticked by while Sam continued to grind his crotch into my face. When he finally released me my lungs inflated with a wheeze and drool spilled over my lip onto the sheet. "You are an evil dog," Mark laughed as he enthusiastically kissed Sam over my comatose form. Sam grinned, "Yup and I think its time to introduce our friend here to the devil." Mark hopped off the bed. He came back into view with a small ice chest, the one that sat in our pantry on the top shelf. From it he pulled a thermos, waving it in front of the camera like a magician with a trick. Opening the thermos he produced a long cylindrical ice cube like the kind you make for water bottles. He waved it about then put it to his lips for a kiss and a lick. "This, boyfriend, is what is called a devil's dick." He held it close up to the camera so I could see its slick frozen milkiness. "Sam made it for me, well Sam and some of his closest friends." He turned to Sam and blew him a kiss. "In case you still don't understand, it's cum, frozen sperm. Lot's and lot's of fucks and wanks to make this lovely specimen and I am gifting it to you." He pointed at the camera with the devil dick, held his gaze for a long moment then went to stand by my side. I could not hear what he said next but it was obviously instructions for Sam to roll me over. Without a word or warning Mark pushed the semen dildo into my ass. The tequila boiled out of my throat and I retched painfully over the side of the bed. Abandoning the phone I staggered into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. By the time I sat back down on the bed and picked up my phone the scene had changed. Mark was filming now as Sam fingered my ass, slicking up my hole as the devil dick melted its fiendish contents into my guts. "Go on Sam," Mark urged, "have a taste, I know how bad you want to." Without hesitation Sam dove in roughly pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access to my cum slimed hole. I had always refused to let Mark try that and now I was getting royally reamed by my neighbor. Sam licked and sucked and rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my ass crack with a faint sound like Velcro being torn apart. The moment was interrupted by a curt knock at the door. With a smart slap to my ass Sam got up to let in the guest. A rangy character of moderate height came into view. He had rather greasy looking shoulder length hair and an unremarkable face except when he smiled and revealed a gold tooth. The men greeted each other with happy tidings and longish tonguey kisses then their attention turned to me. "Roger, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend this is Roger." Roger approached me, pulled up my one exposed eyelid then slapped me hard. "Shit, this motherfucker is out for the count." He turned to Sam. "What the fuck did you give him." "Just a couple of those little white pills you gave me last month." "Well shit", Roger started to run his hands over me ending his exploration at my hole, " you only needed one. He'll be dead to the world all night." "So," Sam harumphed plopping himself back on the bed and pushing Roger's hand away idly fingering me again. "His hole is still tight, fuckable and according to Mark practically virginal." An evil grin cracked Roger's face in half. "Yeah but it's more fun to have a little life in them. Don't worry I got you covered." Roger retrieved a small black toiletry bag. From it he removed three syringes. "This one," he held out the first, "will bring him back to life while leaving the fight out him." He held out the second, "this one will calm him down and make him horny as fuck if he comes back to life more than we like." "And the third," Mark questioned eagerly. "This is Trimix. He'll be more fun to play with if he's hard. I might want to take him for a ride." Even wider evil grin. "Brilliant," Mark exclaimed slapping Roger on the back. "He really does have a beautiful cock. It would be a shame to leave all sad and droopy while we have our fun." Despite the ever deepening horror of the situation my heart swelled to hear Mark say I had a beautiful cock. He never said that to me. Without further ado Roger flipped me over, pierced my cock with the syringe needle and depressed the plunger. Roger ordered Sam to rub my meat vigorously while the drugged worked its magic. I watched in fascination as my dick began to swell and harden. When it was all said and done I swear my cock looked a size bigger. It was rock hard and throbbing with the need for attention. My real life cock vibrated in commiseration with its video twin. Sam swooped in to have a taste then offered the spit slick knob to Roger. He accepted and downed me to the root with little trouble. Again there was a knock at the door. Roger released my cock long enough to mention it was his friends Rafik and Simon. "They'll be wanting a quick pump and dump," he said nonchalantly before returning to slobbering on my hard-on. As naive as I am I knew well enough what a pump and dump was but I was still in denial not believing Mark would let something like that happen to me. Clearly I was an idiot. In walked two young thuggish looking specimens decked out in grimy jeans and hoodies. Getting a better look they were obviously flying higher than the Goodyear Blimp. Simon was a ginger with a close cropped beard, an attempt to cover a severely acne scarred face. Rafik was some flavor of black with dreads and what turned out to be a majorly hooked dick. He had to fuck me sideways but I am getting ahead of the story. Introductions were made as Mark passed around beer and booze explaining the situation although it was obvious even to such drug addled minds as the two newcomers possessed. Sam interrupted the chatter and laughter (Mark was talking about the devil's dick) to explain that Mark had first dibs on my hole for actual fucking and breeding as he was the long standing and suffering boyfriend who had to put up with two years of boring sex .Mark just nodded. That really deflated me. I had no idea he was unhappy with our sex life. Simon hopped up on the bed and slapped my face with his cock. "Alright then get this bitch fucked and loaded." He pried open my jaws and pushed his leaky cock in. In the corner of the screen I saw that Rafik had a camera out and was filming his buddy. "I need to empty my sack into this fine piece of ass." He stooped to slide a finger inside me. Sam took charge ordering them to place me in the center of the bed. Pillows and bed covers went flying. I was pulled roughly into the middle of the bed then the boys took turns fingering and eating my hole. Everyone agreed my ass was prime meat. I did not know how to feel about it. I was about to be raped after having already been drugged but they were so excited and appreciative of my attributes it was hard not to be at least a little proud. And then the deed was done. Mark maneuvered himself on top and without a bit of a tease rammed his considerable endowment balls deep in my hole. Even in my drugged stupor a moan escaped my lips. Sam had the camera by now and closed in on my face. Mark was whispering in my ear. "I have waited so long for this." Our heads rocked with the motion of his fucking. "You tortured me and now its my turn to fuck and breed your hole. You feel so good baby, all that delicious cum lubing your hole. I wish you were awake to enjoy this." "I got ya covered man," Roger brought over the second syringe. Mark stilled his thrusting long enough for a vein to be found and my blood to be laced with more drugs. It was fast working. A couple sharp slaps to my face I was awake albeit still rather dopey. Mark resumed his fucking. "Hey stud," he cooed, "welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?" I could read the confusion on my face. "I don't know," I said, then, " I am kind of thirsty." For some reason that made them all laugh. "Hear ya go buddy." Simon stepped up to the bed waving his cock. "I gotta piss." Mark maneuvered me over to take Simon's cock in my mouth. I was ordered to suck Simon like a straw and down every drop. Like a trooper I did as ordered. Roger asked what kind of chem piss Simon was topping me off with. Simon shrugged, "oh you know, a sort of pharmacological mulligan stew. We've been at it for two days." Rafik and Simon high fived like a couple idiot jocks and in the process knocking his still pissing cock out of my mouth and soaking my hair with urine. Everybody laughed and Mark licked the beads of piss off my face. Marked informed the group he did not want to cum yet. He wanted everyone to fuck me first but no cumming. Sam handed the camera to Mark and flipped me over. He draped my legs over his shoulders before placing his cock at my hole. "Beg for my cock you frigid little shit," he demanded. In a timid voice I asked him to fuck me. Whatever was in that piss was working its way through my system making me as pliable as silly putty. "Say it like you mean it," Sam barked. I was too far gone to be frightened but I did manage a reasonably sincere request that he fill my hole with his hard-on. "You got it baby," and he rammed his cock into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips. Could it be true? It looked like I was actually enjoying being fucked by that hairy rapist. The next twenty minutes of filming was terrible porn while the camera was passed around as they all took their turn barebacking my hole. Each one positioning me as predilection dictated and like I said Rafik skewered me sideways as his hooked prick only allowed. They drank and smoked and laughed all the while the far off look in my eyes proved I had only an inkling of what was happening to me. Mark's turn came around and he announced it was time to breed my hole. He had me on my back. "I want to look you in the eye," he growled into my face, "when I gift you with my special seed." I cringed at the idiot look on my face and how I thanked him. Mark informed me that all of them would be impregnating me. "You should feel grateful," he said tenderly stroking my face even as his cock bottomed out in my abused hole. The tremendous fucking that followed had my real time dick chubbing up. Mark ploughed me passionately and roared as he came filling my guts with jizz and forever altering my future. Sam was next and barely managed a few thrusts before cumming. Simon did not make it to my ass, at least for his first load, spewing his load on my face and then taking the time to push the gelatinous mass into my mouth. Rafik took the longest to unload. Someone held the camera close and I was treated to long minutes of his hairless hole clenching and unclenching while he fucked. When at last he extracted his cock from my innermost recesses there was a disgusting sucking noise and a fat glob of cum belched from my hole and slid down my balls. The camera was set in place. I lay there in a sweaty cum soaked stupor while my tormenters rehydrated with liquor and smoked their drugs of choice. Mark asked Sam how the ad was faring. Sam picked up his phone and after a moment responded. "Looking good. The fuckers are lining up and the first should be here any minute." A moment later the door opened and and a tall, older black man came into view. He asked which one of us was the cumdump and hauled out his cock. Without a word Simon and Sam unceremoniously flipped me over. Simon held my hands while Sam roughly pulled my legs apart. It all seemed unnecessary as I never uttered a grunt of protest. This was the first of several fucks courtesy of the internet. The man pushed himself into me and complimented the men at the slickness of my cum lubed hole. The next sodomite was a shadow of a man, his gaunt frame and hollow cheeks telling the story of his life. I watched in horror as he mounted me. It was like watching a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he bottomed out in my hole. His rigor mortis like grin punching me in my soul. For a moment my eyes lost focus as I teetered and then I saw it. The camera zeroed in on the tattoo above his crotch, a biohazard sign. No. That can't be. What was happening. The man looked like death warmed over but he could still fuck. His stringy muscles had strength and I watched in fascination at the network of veins crisscrossing his body. I could hear Mark talking about his dick of death and it truly was a monumental piece of anatomy. It appeared and disappeared into my body, the slick rod looked like marble. I watched it spit its poison for a brief moment before it plunged back in releasing the rest of its load deep inside. My cock of course was still rock hard and I moaned when he used the escaped cum glob to lube me up and stroke. I didn't even flinch as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. "If that doesn't take," he whispered, "I'll be breeding you again before the party is over." My cock had gone as limp as my hand and the phone dropped to the bed. I lay there staring at the note still taped to the mirror. I couldn't see the video but I could hear the sounds of fucking and laughing. Sam had started to call out the loads as I was fucked and filled by strangers. "Eleven, fifteen, twenty-two...." And then my voice. I was coming to my senses, yelling and trying to get off the bed. Two brutes I had not seen before were holding me down while Simon injected me with the last syringe. A moment later you could see my eyes glaze over and all the fight went out of me. One of the brutes poked me in the ribs and I giggled. "Time for round two," a voice in the background chimed. I was calm now and the hairy bear that had been holding me down savagely skewered me with his fat uncut cock. I moaned as he fucked, sweat beading on both our bodies. Mark whispered something into the bears ear. He shifted position so Mark could maneuver himself into a double penetration. I watched in horror and my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks. The bear stayed in place as each man took a turn with the DP. Where did they all come from? The bear leaned in for a kiss. Then Sam appeared revealing to the camera a mouth full of cum. He playfully pushed the frothy mass between his lips before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. The bear greedily resumed his kissing sloppily tongueing the load load between us. I gagged and dry heaved. There was nothing left to bring up. The rest of the video was a blur of cock and cum. Men came and left. I barely watched, just more of the same. The marathon fuck session ended with Simon riding my cock. I moaned and twitched as the man encouraged me to cum, fill his ass. I was fascinated by the look on my face. The pleasure that was clearly written there as my nuts released their seed into the drug dealer. My first bareback load as a top. At least I thought I was done. Bio tat guy was back. Sam and Mark pinned my legs back as the man resumed his fucking. His stringy hair was matted and damp. He looked exhausted. "Gotta say boys," he bragged, "I fucked a lot of ass tonight but this one here has got them all beat." "How do you like that stud?" He leaned in. "Your hole is plenty slick enough but I have enough ass juice on my cock from all those slut bottoms to lube you up good. Hey," he called out, "how many loads does this piece of shit have in him?" Mike and Sam grinned replying at the same time, "Thirty-two". And then one of them produced a marker handing it over. My fucker wrote CUMDUMP in big letters across my chest and the number thirty-three below it. Tossing the marker aside he thrust harder and harder before bellowing, "God dam!" My last load of the evening. "If that doesn't take," he joked, "I'll retire in shame." Laughter all around. Mark produced the massive butt plug and worked it into my red and puffy hole. As dazed and confused as I was at that moment what came next was still a shock. Dutifully I began to clean the room, straightened the bed, showered and douched keeping careful watch on the time. You see I was given strict and explicit instructions on what to do. There was to be a penalty if I did not comply. Were I to deviate in any way certain portions of the video would be sent to my family, friends and place of employment. Of course Mark would know who to provide elicit evidence of my debauchery. Precisely at 8pm I was sitting quietly on the end of the bed as Sam and Mark entered the room.

Are you latex sensitive? Was it the condom that made your ass hurt? That is a problem I have. Can't have Latex in my ass and most men never ask before they slide a sheathed cock up my ass. Sooo annoying. I prefer sex clubs and bathhouses over apps and hookups for a couple of reasons. The first is convenience. At the club everyone is there for the same thing. The cruising is minimal. You can go from gloryhole to fuckbench depending on your mood. If you get tired of a top its so easy to slip away, ask for a break, go take a piss. I think its way more awkward with a hook up to say you don't want to fuck anymore and to get out. The apps seem like more work and so many flakes and wanna-bees. Guys want sex but they also want you to be the perfect fuck. They chicken out or lie on their profiles or are drunk...on and on. I get your disappointment about getting fucked by 7 guys and not getting one load. I admit for me its the load that is the goal. Its what makes me high. I am trying to learn to enjoy the ride more and accept the load as a bonus. The last two play parties I went to I got fucked by about 20 guys total and probably got 3 loads. Sigh. Sometimes I wonder if I need to learn to be a better bottom. Use my ass to milk out the load. Just make it feel so good the top has no choice but to cum. I try to read the tops, figure out what they really like. I make sure to let them know how much I love them fucking me, I beg for their load, I talk dirty. Anything to get bred. Lastly I don't turn anybody down that wants to fuck me or at least have not done so in years.

I responded to a Squirt profile, told the guy I wanted to eat his ass. My profile was super piggy. Turned out I was hitting on the guy I work for. I was kinda pissed he was using a pic that was 15 years old.

I did not find it enjoyable to get fucked with a hemorrhoid. Fucking can make them worse and bleed so certainly increases the risk of any sort of infection. Fucking can cause hemorrhoids also. I never had them until I got fucked with a really fat cock. Luckily they calmed down and I still get fucked with that really fat cock.

Probably has porn expectations, in other words a ridiculous sense of what he expected from your encounter. Also what a rude thing to say, basically blaming you for his inability to enjoy your time together. Dismiss him from your mind. BTW you are a hot man, don’t waste your time with guys who can’t appreciate what you have to offer. 😀

I’d like to give it a try, test my endurance and commitment to being a cumdump. Just not sure about the being beaten part. I can handle being slapped around and a few bruises but would like to keep all my teeth. The closest I have come is hunched over a fuck bench waiting for anonymous loads when someone starting spanking me. I put up with it for a while but he kept going and it really hurt. If I had known for sure he was going to fuck and load me I would have put up with it. Rule for tops, beating and breeding is not an either or situation. If you are going to slap my ass I better be getting some dick out of it. 🤕

Stayed with a friend a couple months ago, total pig. He likes to fuck a loaded hole so I’d be sure to come home well fucked. He fucked me three nights in a row using other men’s cum as lube. Every night we fell asleep with his cock buried up my ass. He could stay mostly hard for a long time. I would wake up an hour or two later and he’d still be in me. LOVED IT! His husband is a lucky man.

I fisted a guy for the first time last month and loved it. He was a really hot guy and his ass felt amazing around my hand. Can’t wait to do it again. Still trying to decide if a fist up my ass is something I can handle.

I think eating a hairy hole has taken over my obsession for sucking cock. The last pig party I went to I ate so much ass!!! It was fantastic. I think I probably fucked all the asses I ate too. It’s the best way to thank a bottom for sharing his hole.

Sadly didn’t happen until I was 22. Got fucked by my pen pal when we met for the first time. Hurt like a motherfucker! I wish were still in touch, he had a nice cock. Plus we could ditch the condom and I could take his load.

I was staying at the Sawmill campground in Florida. It was early in the season so things were slow. The cruisy area was dead but I was so horned up I couldn’t give up without getting some cock. This guy shows up. He’s gross, greasy, unattractive, looks ill and homeless but I still cruise him! He’s game. Before I start blowing him I notice he’s got this big bloody looking bandage on the side of his abdomen. It looks like it’s covering a seeping wound and needs to be changed. I blow him but can’t stop looking at it so change tactics and ask him to fuck me. He fucks me for about two seconds then pulls out and walks off without a word. He didn’t cum. I was so desperate I shagged a zombie and then got rejected by him. I felt ridiculous and humiliated. 🧟‍♂️

I would absolutely let myself be whored out in this way. I want to know what it feels like to give up all control. The closest I have come to it is doing the anonymous motel cumdump thing. I posted the motel and room number online and wore a blindfold with the door unlocked. Got fucked by ten guys I never got a look at. Soooo hot!

Gotta put my support behind mirrors. Some of my favorite porn is with cleverly placed mirrors so you can see the same scene from two different angles. Plus I love watching myself get fucked. It’s the best live porn ever!

Hairy holes are my fave!!! When I worked at CCBC I was still practically a virgin. I did not have any sex at all the entire time I lived in Cathedral City. I was so sexually naive and frustrated I was practically crawling the walls. I was a mess but happily got myself sorted out when I moved to New Orleans and discovered Club Orleans.

I heard that a park nearby was cruisy and I had never done that before. I wanted to broaden my sexual horizons so I decided to give it a try. I cleaned out, lubed up and grabbed a handful of condoms. I would try to suck all the cock I could find and maybe get fucked also. Being a newbie I was worried I might have a hard time figuring out how to do it. Turned out it was pretty easy. After walking around a bit I caught the eye of a young guy about my age. He was husky, like a football player and very obvious. He grabbed his crotch lewdly and gestured for me to follow him. Two minutes later we were off in the trees with his dick down my throat. I was very excited and knew better than to touch my cock. I concentrated on blowing my new 'friend'. I discovered he liked his balls licked and sucked so I spent a great deal of time slobbering on them while I jacked his meat. His groans and words of encouragement had me wild with need to taste his seed. When it came it was a gusher. The first volley went across my cheek but I managed to catch the rest in my mouth. He let me nurse his deflating erection siphoning out every bit of cum. With a 'thanks buddy' he stuffed his business back where it belonged, zipped up and wandered off. I was still on my knees savoring the jizz on my tongue when a voice startled the hell out out me. "That was hot. Want a taste of this?" Twenty feet away was a man leaning against a tree stroking a mouth watering cock. This guy was the polar opposite of the football player; rangy, rough looking with a hint of menace in his countenance, probably 20 years older than me. But his smile was friendly enough, a bit mischievous. I nodded eagerly. This cruising business was easy as fuck. He wouldn't let me get to work right away. Teasing my lips he pulled away if I tried to take him in my mouth. I had to let him smear pre-cum across my cheeks only getting a tiny taste if I darted out my tongue. He gave me a few playful slaps with his rod. "Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock," he demanded. "Real fuckin' bad," I pleaded. "Please let me suck you." He continued to tease me and then relented on one condition. "You can suck me first if I can fuck you after." I had my condoms so immediately agreed to his condition. His cock was unlike any of the few I had encountered before. It was so gnarled and veiny it was like some sort of wildly ribbed dildo. It was a topographical sensation for my tongue as I explored every surface. At one point I thought he might be pissing his pre-cum was leaking out so fast. I was lost in cocksucking revelry of a truly amazing specimen of male anatomy when he broke in with a demand for me to drop trou and bend over. I acceded immediately knowing his cock would feel amazing in my ass. But first I fished out a condom and handed it to him believing in my naivety that it would be expected. I learned differently later on but for now he merely gave me an odd look, shrugged and rolled the latex over his meat. His cock did feel good and I had to wonder how much better if would feel without the protective barrier. While he fucked me he noted how much he would like to watch me suck cock. I agreed that would be fun so we halted our activity to go find a third. The park was quiet though. Except for a couple walking a dog there was no dick to be found. My new friend asked my if had ever cruised the other end of the park by the overpass, its where the homeless men hung out. I ventured to suggest blowing homeless guys might be kind of gross. He waved off my concern, "Nah they are clean enough and horny as fuck. You will get all the dick you can manage". I liked the sound of that but will they use a condom if I want one to fuck me I asked. "Those guys are so desperate for a willing hole to fuck they will do whatever you say." Again my dick over-ruled my thinking brain and my inexperience silenced any warning bells. We walked to the other end of the park and entered the shrubby expanse where there were signs of homeless camps, litter, abandoned luggage etc. He found a spot to his liking directly under the overpass near a stained and tattered twin mattress. "Okay," he said, "let me have that ass." I quickly pushed down my shorts again handed him a condom. He 'suited' up and off we went. He was right about the men. Very soon a noise to my right alerted me to two guys approaching the scene. Both had their cocks out. My friend offered up my mouth. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that I opened up and accepted the flacid cock into my mouth but was pleasantly surprised at his taste. He was not fresh by any definition of the word but neither was he smelly or rancid, a bit stale is what I would say. Of course they looked every bit homeless and fairly disreputable. More men showed up and soon they were taking turns fucking my throat. I was lost in a ecstasy of cock lust and if some of the men were less than clean tasting I soldiered on taking them as they came. My mouth became dry and one of the men noticed. He pulled a bottle of Coke out of the pocket of his cargo pants and offered it to me. I gratefully drank ignoring a bitter aftertaste. There was still some left and he encouraged me to finish it off. I did so and went back to sucking his dick. My friend was still fucking me. At one point he pulled out allowing another man to finger my hole. There was laughter over some comment I could not hear. When he pushed his rod back into my hole I reached back to feel that the condom was still in place. I did not realize in the short interval when I was being fingered he had torn the condom from its ring and merely put that back on around the base of his dick. All I knew was that suddenly his cock felt truly amazing. It lit up my hole! And something else was happening also. I was feeling very different, horny as fuck but my skin tingled and my consciousness felt altered somehow. One of the homeless men expressed interest in fucking me. My friend stepped aside. I still had the frame of mind to mention a condom. Everybody laughed. I was not with it enough to realize what was going on. My friend merely handed the new guy the condom ring off his cock so that again when I felt him I thought the condom was in place. I was on fire though, everything felt amazing, the cocks in my ass, the cocks in my mouth. I was floating on a cloud of sex. And then the homeless guy in my ass shot his load. Even in my drug induced euphoria I knew something bad was happening. When he stepped aside I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. It was slick and leaky. I pushed two fingers inside and cum gushed out. What the fuck?! That was more than one load. I didn't even realize both guys had cum. My friend slapped my hand away. I protested that I did not have unprotected sex. That elicited more laughter from the group of men that surrounded me. How many were there. Things were foggy. "Of course not," was the reply. He fingered my hole. I felt a sting, was he putting something in my ass? He put his lips next to my ear and a shudder of pleasure shivered through my body as his scruff scraped against my cheek. "Don't worry buddy, " he reassured me, " I am going to take real good care of you, you are going to have the time of your life." "You will use the condoms then," I asked meekly. He frowned then gestured to one of the men to mount me. "No buddy, you are going to take every one of these worthless fucks cock and every one of them is going to breed you. Its what you need." I started to cry, to plead. Not for them to stop fucking me. Oh no, I still wanted cock but I could not let go of my safe sex mentality even though I had already been bred twice or maybe more. I was confused. Already a fat guy with long greasy hair was balls deep in my hole. He grunted like a pig and smelled like bacon grease. I made one last feeble effort to pull away and search for a condom. Strong hands forced me still. The condoms disappeared. "You belong to us now pal. you need to relax or things might get a little rough for you." I was still crying but barely struggling, my limbs felt like they were in quicksand. The guy with the Coke held a small brown bottle to my nose. I knew they were poppers but had never had any. "This will make you feel better man. Just take a good long snort and all your problems will go away." He wasn't wrong. I was too far gone not to do what I was told. He closed one nostril and I inhaled deeply. He ordered me to do it again and then a third time. I was in heaven. A long low groan, fatty was unloading and a new cock replaced the spent one. When he paused I backed up on it eagerly. "I think he wants it," was the comment. Laughter. I begged him to fuck me, breed me, make me his bitch. My words were cut off as a cock was pushed down my throat. Whatever had been pushed up my ass was in full effect and I was nothing but two holes to be used. Didn't matter to me how clean, ugly, gap toothed, foul breathed or disgusting the men were I wanted their cocks and their loads. My friend was there through it all, encouraging the fucking, the breeding, taking up the slack when my ass was empty. Cum ran down my legs, splattered my hair. I came back to reality at one point. I was tied to the mattress somehow, ass up, face rammed into the piss stained mattress. Men were still taking turns on my ass. One of them men expressed the need for a rim job. I was released from my bonds only to be turned over and pushed back down. A hairy hole was pressed onto my mouth and I was ordered to get busy. I parted his greasy curls with my tongue delving deep for the tender inside flesh of his anus. He moaned as he ground his ass on my face. I couldn't get enough. My legs were raised and a truly enormous cock was rammed balls deep into my hole. I yelled in pain though it was muffled by the asshole pressing brutally down on my face. The fucking was like no other that I had experienced. The drugs were starting to wear off and I longed for another hit of poppers. The guy on my face stood so the guy in my hole could own me completely. It was a huge black man with a face like squashed jack o' lantern. He leered grotesquely as he punished my hole with his freakishly large manhood. I could do nothing but grit my teeth and hold on silently begging for it to be over. I must have passed out. The startling feeling of fresh piss hitting my face revived me. Several of the men were relieving themselves. I was ordered to open my mouth and stupidly I obeyed. Very quickly I was soaked head to toe. The men shook the last drops off their cocks and wandered off. Dazed I looked around for my clothes. I did manage to find my torn and piss soaked shorts. Before I could put them on I had to squat and push out the cum and piss that bloated my insides. It ran down my legs in torrents and I did not bother to wipe it off before putting on my shorts. Feebly I made my way to my car and home. I did not bother to shower before crawling in bed. The taste of ass and cum was still on my lips, my hole felt raw and gaping, the dried cum on my skin flaked onto the sheets. I masterbated furiously as I remembered the events of the evening. My cum shot arched over my shoulder to hit my face and pillow. It continued to drool and pool in my belly button. I dreamed of returning to the park.

Okay guys I have to tell you about this podcast I am addicted to. I am always looking for interesting audio stimulation and have tried to find gay erotica, which I have found, but to be honest its usually a yawner. Its the perils of loving piggy sex, I can not find erotic stories featuring bareback gangbangs, gloryholes, anonymous motel cumdumps and so on. At least I have not managed to find any. So I stumbled on this podcast called 'My Dad Wrote a Porno'. How could I not check it out. Turns out its AMAZING. First of all (spoiler alert) its not sexy, AT ALL, and the only gay action so far is Lesbian (barf). But what it is is some of the funniest shit you will ever hear. Lots of terrible sex read out by a British guy with a super sexy voice and his two best friends interjecting comments. This podcast is great therapy. If you are having a bad day, depressed, waiting at the doctors office for your next STI screening, whatever, it is the best at making you laugh. It will put you in a better mood guaranteed. And stick with it. The seasons just get better and better. I am still holding on to hope there will be some male on male action. By the way one of the commentators is gay and his lack of knowledge about female anatomy is adorable. Turns out I didn't know any more than him. I listen to it on Audible for free with commercials. I believe it is also available on iTunes and probably other platforms where podcasts are featured. I like to listen after a drink or two and I laugh myself silly. Anybody else on here addicted to "My Dad Wrote a Porno'?

The boss loaded me up again this morning. This time I remembered to shut and lock the bedroom door. Yesterday as I was dressing I noticed I had not even bothered to shut the door. The bedroom is right next to the kitchen and the guys teenage son lives there also! The kid was probably listening to me begging for his dad’s load while he ate his Post Toasties.

I will be there! Can’t wait. I have a buddy who lives there and is in the know for all the private parties which I think are the most fun. If I make it to CCBC (used to work there years ago) I will be looking for you fucknfeedme. I’ve wanted to breed your ass for years. Might have to have a taste also😛

WOW! Great scene. Sign me up, direct me to the nearest stable.

I can’t answer this topic. My head exploded just from reading the question. 😵‍💫

When I was in high school I was constantly embarrassed by my spontaneous boners. At least the tighty whiteys I wore helped to conceal I had a functioning dick. I went with that mentality for years. Thankfully I got over that. I flaunt my manhood all I can and that means going commando. Now with the type of pants I wear you can always make out the shaft of my cock and if I am feeling frisky you can see the flare of my cockhead.

I started work this morning and I got a text from one of the guys I work for. I work for two men, married to each other one is a top the other a bottom. The bottom had left for work and the top wanted a morning fuck. I was in the kitchen and the top was in his bedroom which shares a wall with the kitchen, so he's about 25 feet from me as the crow flies. I had done my morning wank about 20 minutes earlier so was not in the mood and told him so. He asked me to at least massage his balls while he jerked off. I told him I had to finish what I was doing first but I knew I would give in. He has one of those cocks I just can't say no to. Its thick and meaty and always hard. Plus he had a supply of decent poppers so there you go. A little while later I was backed up on to his cock, talking dirty trying to get a load out of him so I could get on with my day. When I get cock in my hole I am ready to pop in no time. For me it was a pump and dump kind of situation. Less than ten minutes I was taking his load and jizzing all over the bed spread. Fast forward to 4pm and it was my turn to need some cock. We were working out in the orchard this time (I work in the house and on the farm) so I asked him for a fuck break. He never says no when ask for cock. Ten minutes later I was on all fours with his fat cock wrecking my hole. I am serious when I say wrecking my hole. Half the time when he fucks me my ass needs a week or two to heal he's that thick. Then other times I can take him with no problem. I did not cum but his cock felt so good it was satisfying plus he came twice and I love that.

Lots of great answers and truth about what it feels like for a bottom to take raw cock vs a wrapped one. I have to point out one aspect no one has mentioned. For me difference is pleasure vs searing pain. For men with a latex sensitivity like me a condom up the ass equals torture. Earlier this year I went home with three pigs and we spent about 5 hours breeding each other. The bed was littered with dildos and butt plugs. Not really my thing but I thought I would give one a try. Big mistake as I forgot to check if it was Latex. It felt great for about 5 seconds as it stretched my hole then it felt like a hot poker had been stuck up my ass. Not fun. I used condoms for years and just assumed sex was painful. I was such a duh. I know there are non latex condoms buts it’s too late. My mind associates condoms with pain and I can’t get on board. Plus I’m too in love with getting bred. I need that load in my hole to be satisfied. I feel like I am the only guy on here who complains about being allergic to latex (wah, poor me). Anybody else have this problem? If anything it’s a great reason to get a top to bareback.

I got the teaspoon statistic off the internet when I made a dick trivia game for an event I was participating in. I will have to see if I wrote down where I got it. I guess I will have to jerk off into a teaspoon and see how right they were. That experiment will have to wait until tomorrow since I have already whacked off 4 times today and I am afraid my volume won’t be up to par.

I was thinking about how much I masterbate (probably too much). At minimum its twice a day, usually when I wake up and go to bed. Depending on my schedule I might jerk off during the day. I have been masterbating since I was 13 (late starter I know) and am 50 so if you do the math that's 37 years of wacking at twice a day equals 27,010 loads, that figure does not include any extra self abuse in the afternoons. The 27,010 calculation also does not include sex loads so need to sort that out. I've been a bareback cumdump since I was 27 and a conservative estimate of 100 partners a year for 23 years equals 2300 men I have had the pleasure of pleasuring. Of course I didn't cum with each of those partners. For example I remember one night at Club Orleans I had sex with 30 men in the course of the evening. Absolutely one of the best nights of my life. Lets say I shot a load with a quarter of those 2300 men that's another 575 loads for a total of 27, 585. On average there is a teaspoon of jizz in an ejaculation and 768 teaspoons in a gallon. That comes out to 36 gallons of cum my gonads have produced in my lifetime. Kinda seems like a waste since most of those loads are not going into an ass or a mouth. Plus I happen to think my jizz tastes great. I consider myself a sommelier of semen. I mean you can't blow a couple thousand guys and not know your jizz. My cum doesn't have a lot of body, no hints of leather or smoky aftertaste. My cum is lighter, more of a palate cleanser, a touch fruity, something you could savor after a night of eating ass. By the way there are more calories in a teaspoon of cum than there is in a teaspoon of sugar so not a diet food. I think we can all agree cum would go in the dessert portion of a menu. I was a little disappointed to discover I had yet to wack off enough to fill a barrel with cum since there are 42 gallons in an oil drum. It will take me another 6.3 years to meet that goal. I shall persevere. Anyone want to give me a hand?