Treehugger

On 3/23/2020 at 4:17 PM, FelchingPisser said:

I love to piss fuck.  I can piss hard, so I can keep right on fucking as I fill him.  I usually piss mid fuck.  I will fuck in the filled ass for a bit--listening to that slosh, then make you feed it to me-- and then I'll be ready to cum.  

I also love to fist the piss out of a guy--my fist pushing and pulling massive piss geysers out of a hot hole is amazing.

 

Love jerking off to your blog FelchingPisser, now I will be jerking off to thoughts of you piss fucking a load into me. 

Many of you probably know who the German Patient is but for those of you who don't he is Tim Brown, first person to be cured of HIV. Tim had two bone marrow transplants to treat leukemia. It ended up getting rid of his HIV, bonus, and catapulted him to international fame. He has his own Wikipedia page so look him up.

Unfortunately the leukemia came back a third time and he is not doing well. There is no more that can be done to treat the cancer. I share this news because our community should know we could soon be losing a gay icon.

I personally know Tim. He is brave and kind and a wonderful person. Tim travelled the world telling his story and advocating for HIV awareness. Also Tim is a sexually liberal person. He believes in the right to sexual self expression, whatever form that takes. He is great to talk with and it felt good to be able to talk with him candidly about my bareback preferences.
I don't want to tread on his privacy at a critical time like this but I want all you guys to know about him and what is happening. 

My two cents...I had an unpaid membership with bbrts for a few years then one day it was gone. I never understood why considering that all the other bareback sites kept me on their books no matter how long between log-ins. I was irritated enough not to go back on it and now that I hear what ErosWired has had to put up with I will stay away. I say solidarity as both barebackers and consumers!

The guy was obviously drunk. He bumped into me at the bar then started a somewhat slurred conversation about how bars were not as fun as they used to be. I agreed. Then he asked me if he could fuck me in the back of the bar. Without hesitation I said, “Sure”. His head snapped up in surprise. He was at least 20 years older than me and not particularly attractive. He probably got refused constantly.

     I was not only horny but curious. I always wonder what kind of dick a man has, how thick, what does it taste like, is he heavy shooter? You never know and I have endured a lot of bullshit from men just to find out what their cocks feel like. Plus he had been drinking Greyhounds and I was enjoying the smell of his fruity breath.

     I downed my drink and then removing his from his hand finished that also. I wanted him to be able to get it up. Grabbing his arm I pulled him into the dark of the back room. He laughed and pulled me close pushing his grapefruit flavored tongue into my mouth. We slobbered and humped each other, me trying to detect signs of life at his crotch. I was not interested in wasting my time with a limp dicked drunk.

     His body was firm and strong. I tried resisting when he ordered me to suck his cock and pushed me down on my knees. Okay I did not resist that hard, just trying to find out how drunk he was. I yanked his zipper down, no underwear, and helped myself to his meat: a couple inches of flaccid dick. Hmm. Not to despair, some guys can really surprise you. I went to work.

     It was a long haul made endurable when I glanced a couple guys watching the action. One only sipped a beer but the other had his cock out and was slowly beating off. I discovered my man really responded to having his nuts pulled and sucked. After that his dick was hard in no time. It was a respectable piece, uncut and leaky with delicious pre-cum.

     I was about to offer up my hole when he pre-empted my thought by ordering me to, “Get up and show me your faggot ass.” I promptly stood and dropped trou. I was already lubed. He quickly pushed his cock into me and we both sighed with pleasure. “You like my raw cock in your guts,” he questioned me, grabbing my hips and pulling me hard onto his rampant cock. “You know I do,” I groaned. “Fuck me.” I ordered.

    The masterbater edged closer. He had a glazed look in his eye and I wondered which one of us he envied. I motioned him closer. He moved cautiously and I kept waving him closer until his cockhead bumped my forehead leaving a snail trail of pre-cum. I thought he might retreat when I turned my head to take him into my mouth but instead he surged forward impaling me on his meat. Taking my head in both head he face fucked me timing it so I could catch a breath once in a while.

     The guy in my ass was a talker. With a lot of 'fuck yeahs' and stuff like 'eat that cock' he encouraged me to take it and the other to give it. I was in cockhound heaven. The guy in my mouth was obviously getting close. He begged the guy in my ass to trade places with him so he could dump his load in my hole. I was eager for that and happily my fucker quickly relinquished my ass saying “Breed the bitch”. My holes were soon refilled. The fucking was manic and filled with the sounds of his moans and our balls slapping together.

     He came with a rumbly sort of moan, his body shaking hard and his cock pulsing out squirt after squirt of his sperm. “Oh god that is so fucking hot,” the guy in my mouth intoned. The fuckers cock went limp fast and my original fucker moved to fuck me again but he was pushed aside by the guy was had until now only watched the scene. “I gotta fuck that seeded hole,” he growled pushing down his jeans.

     His cock was rock hard and sprang out of its confinement like something alive. He was a dark bearded man with steely unreadable eyes. Without another word his sank his cock into my well used hole and I clenched my ass in pain. He was thick and I was not prepared for his girth. He ignored my yelp and preceded to fuck the holy hell out of me. My drunk was apparently delighted with the situation. He ordered me to suck his balls and went on to cheer my latest fucker on. He wanted my hole good and wet with loads.

     At this point I was so turned on I knew if I touched my dick I would shoot so I confined my actions to my nuts, pulling and massaging them as surrogates to my meat.

     My fucker was slamming me so hard it was difficult to maintain my balance much less suck balls without accidentally scraping teeth so drunk guy replaced his nuts with his cock. My nose was pressed into his pubes and he held me by the shoulders to steady me so I could take the hard driving fuck the other guy was delivering.

     Luckily I can hold my breath for a very long time. I enjoyed the feel of is hard cock filling my throat and the lack of oxygen sent me into a light euphoria. I was nothing but a receptacle for cock and loads. I was about to get my second load for the night. With a gargantuan lunge and a grip I was sure would leave bruises the man shot his load. He continued to pound me hard and he swore like a sailor, a series of swear words without any real content or meaning. And then just like that he was gone, pulled out and walked away, tucking himself back in and strolled out of the bar.

     “That was so fucking hot,” the drunk said as he guided his cock back into my hole. “Oh shit, you are so hot and slick and hot, so hot.” Still drunk I thought. He fucked me leisurely recounting the two breedings he had witnessed. “I think I am I love with you,” he said and giggled. “Fucking cumdump whore faggot cumhole. Jesus Christ I want to see the whole bar fuck your slut hole.” Yes, yes, yes,” I agreed.

     He did not last much longer dumping his load into me with a long drawn out sigh and rather tender thrusts. “God damn that was the best fuck ever.” I was busy shooting my load onto the filthy floor. I couldn't completely agree but it was a fine little gangbang and I was supremely happy. I turned to tongue lube and cum off the guys half hard cock. When I stood he gazed at me with a happy satisfied smile. I went to tuck his business back in his pants but he stopped me saying to leave it out he had to piss. With a lingering kiss he pulled away and staggered to the bathroom. I pulled up my pants and went back to the bar for another beer and hopefully more cock. My hole was warmed up and loaded and ready for any hard-on that looked my way.

On May 24, 2019 at 11:53 AM, chi4loads said:

Agreed.   Some of the changes I've found in my story:

Part 5:

… Mark said and they all laughed.

BECAME

…Mark commented.  Gales of laughter ensued. 

Gales of laughter?

Part 8:

“Thanks, I’m glad I went” Steven replied.

BECAME

“Thanks.  I'm honestly glad you extended the invitation, and no less glad I accepted it," Steven replied.  

Who the hell talks like this?

Part 9:

Mark drove back to the hotel and packed his suitcase and backpack.  The three of them got in the car and Mark dropped Joe and Kyle off at their apartment.   

BECAME

Mark smiled and he, Joe and Kyle left the shop, returning to the hotel where Kyle quickly packed his suitcase and backpack, checked-out, and drove Joe and Kyle to their apartment.

This one might be the worst.  It takes two simple sentences and turns it into one run-on sentence and has the wrong character packing and checking out of the holel.   Formatting changes I have NO problem with.  Looking back on my first chapters, they really needed it and I learned how to make it more readable.  It was my first attempt, after all.

 

Heavens to BETSY and Mergatroyd! Sounds like some Jane Austen wanna be got a hold of your manuscript. I understand your frustration. The changes are absurd.

15 hours ago, RandyCubby said:

Nothing like getting fucked on a pool table in public, is there?

Every time I see someone getting fucked on a pool table all I can think about is how much work it is to replace the felt! Of course that would not stop me if a hot daddy or ten wanted to take advantage of me over a pool table. 

On ‎5‎/‎18‎/‎2019 at 6:13 AM, RandyCubby said:

I hate hearing this. I've made a pig of myself (in front of an audience) in Rawhide and Phoenix many, many times.  Like, 25-30 guys/cocks between 10 pm and dawn. Walking thru a crowd, making eye contact with some straight-laced GWM accountant on vacation... digging cum outta my bellybutton and eating it... 😉 getting used by that same accountant 30 minutes later... Blowing some black guy with a HUGE dick who complained about me using my teeth... so I suggested he stick it in my rear... right there in front of the upstairs bar in the Phoenix... Yeah, good times.

I have even more bad news. Having had a terrible time in NOLA I thought I would get some fun bar sex in Palm Springs, CA.  Not so. Underwear night at the Barracks used to be super fun. Not only did you get to ogle all the guys in their undies but if you lubed up and bent over you had all the cock you could handle out on the patio. The last time I was there I got fucked by a dozen guys and blew just at many. I am getting a wood just remembering what a fine night I had. I went to bed fully loaded, exhausted and satisfied. Sigh. 

     So I guess there was some bar trouble somewhere related to violence I think and not sex but no matter they stopped letting guys fuck at the Barracks. IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING!!!! I was major horny and ready to take on all cummers but no luck. Hot cock everywhere but no fucking. Grrrrr. A security guy kept walking around and discreetly putting an end to any encounters of the carnal kind. He was not a dick about it which was nice I guess.

     I ended up going home with a leather daddy with a fun playroom. Mike fucked me with his fat cock and fed me poppers while ordering me around. I had a fine time but still would have liked a few more cocks to round out the evening.

     What is this world coming to?! Is there anywhere a needy bottom can still get fucked in a bar.? May the powers that be save Key West and NO. 1 Saloon. I got fucked there too and can't wait to go back.

Love the sexual energy of a bathhouse. There are two big plusses for me, the amount of cock available (I want all the cock and loads I can manage) and I like guys watching me get fucked.

Was in NOLA last month during French Quarter Festival. The town was hopping the leather bars were not. I expected them to be packed and very busy. I have had a lot of cock at Phoenix and Rawhide. Soooooo disappointing! 

   Rawhide had about ten guys in it. Two tried to get busy and were immediately stopped. The back area is well lighted with a new pool table. There were three chicks playing pool at the front table. All this at 11pm when the place should be packed and cocksuckers about their business.

    Phoenix/Eagle was little better, much changed upstairs. No more sling or dark room. Two guys got kicked out for attempting oral. It was boring. I snuck in a few kicks from a couple yummy guys but eventually gave up and left. Nola is ruined for me. 

     I was told we have some uppity bitch to thank for this debacle. Apparently she was denied entry to a leather event at Rawhide and decided if she couldn't have fun no one else would.

8 hours ago, Chargedup said:

I don’t like the jelly ones that erase my room number off the chalk board at the tubs.  Guess I’m too hot lol  “cum bottom room 13” 

i always get my man ! ☣️❗️?

Jeez, that is terrible. Not the kind of 'dick' you want to meet at the baths. I never noticed anyone erasing my room number but I did have the opposite happen. I was in the sling getting fucked by this really hairy guy (we have played a couple other times) who drives me crazy. Love the furry ones! He left for quite a while and I got quite a bit of action in the sling. Lots of raw cock in my hole. He came back much later to fuck me again. As he was boning me he told me had had gone to all the boards and wrote "hot top taking loads in sling". Wasn't that nice of him. There are a few nice guys at the baths.

On ‎7‎/‎7‎/‎2018 at 3:43 AM, mjapie1 said:

Tree, thanks for publicly posting this extraordinary tale, I always thought that I was the only one to attract weirdos. Reading reports on here it appears as if everything always goes to plan...

It is obvious that you weren’t enjoying it and he wasn’t “pushing your buttons” so you had every right to want to get out of that situation. I wouldn’t have been able to put up with it for as long as you did.

Slavery, total domination and scat are very acquired tastes. 

I had a similar experience with an online hook up to whom I stupidly gave my home address before meeting him. He turned up at mine 2 hours late after I had given up on him. Once he was in the door we got naked and as I got closer to him I noticed the BO. As he got more excited it got worse, eye watering stuff. Man small is one thing but this was intoxicating. He wanted a kiss but I just couldn’t go there. I offered that he could have a shower but he wasn’t interested, after that I just couldn’t get hard and had to ask him to leave.

On another occasion I invited a guy home after a night in a pub. He was really nice at first and we had a good popperd up bare session. The next morning I woke up, went to make coffee and hit the shower. When I returned to my room he was all dressed to leave, no exchange of numbers confirming my earlier suspicion that he had a BF. After he left I noticed the smell in my room, and discovered that he had only gone and had a dump under my pillow. What a piece of shit, if you will excuse the pun...

J

Who does that kind of stuff!!! OMG. Did he think it was funny? What kind of sick bastard thinks that is funny? Not a fun experience but a really good party shocker. It beats the diaper guy I went home with once from a bar. When he got in my truck he informed me he was wearing a diaper. I was so horny I thought, "I can do this." I am willing to try new things. We get to his room and his bathroom is filthy. I am a total sex pig, love ass to mouth, snowballing, felching, anonymous gloryhole barebacking, etc... but I can't stand a skanky bathroom. That is gross. I soldier on but things are not looking good. I try blowing him but as I get close to his crotch I can see the scabs from a serious crab infestation around his cock. Deal breaker. I sit up and as I am trying to think of a gracious way of departing he jumps up in a desperate attempt to save the encounter and pulls bra out of the closet. As he puts it on I tell him I am really tired and need to go home. "Yeah, okay," he says, "me too. There's a game I wanted to watch anyway." He was a bra wearing diaper clad sports fan. Go figure. Unfortunately for him none of those things held any interest for me.

On ‎7‎/‎4‎/‎2018 at 6:49 PM, InsatiableBoy said:

A while back an Asian guy approached me in the dark room, asked if I wanted a massage back in his room. I said sure, why not, and followed him back. He wasn't particularly talented, and it lasted all of 65 seconds before he shoved his dick in my face, but whatever I'm there to play anyway. I started sucking him for a bit, and then it got weird. The second he got hard he grabs his poppers, takes a heroic whiff, immediately got limp dick syndrome, yet still insisted I keep sucking him. Alright fine. After a little bit of that he says he wants to fuck me, but still can't get it up. I'm not really a size queen, average to smaller dicks do things that huge ones don't sometimes, but this guy was a bit too small for even me. Worse still, he'd get hard, slide in me, take another huge whiff of poppers, instantly get soft, and still try to fuck me with his limp dick. Right at the point I was getting ready to leave his room, he suggested we go out to find a couple guys to add to the fun. We find a couple looking to play, and they swap fuck both of us. Both were champion tops, so not a complete waste, thankfully. They leave, and I'm about to follow, and this guy asks me for my email address. I figure it's harmless, so I oblige with an address I use for hookups.

Big mistake.

I forget to check that email for a few days, and when I do my inbox is flooded with messages by this guy. They start out innocuous enough, but very quickly take a high speed train to crazy town, some get downright abusive. Obviously I don't respond to any of them, and they stop coming in after a while. And I think that's the end of that.

For the next year this guy straight up stalks me around the club every time we happen to be there at the same time. I go maybe once a month, sometimes once every two or three, but this guy seems to be there every other day. I can't initiate a scene in the dark room without him trying to jump in and/or grope me; I can't hang out in one of the gloryhole cubbies without him trying to grab me to initiate something; I can't even be in a room without him standing guard outside, incessantly knocking, even successfully jimmying the locked door open if I didn't acknowledge he was there. I tell him no in every way I know how, and he absolutely won't leave me alone. At one point I was having fun with a guy in the dark room and this guy grabs my head trying to force it into his crotch. So I push him away as hard as I can while on my knees, get in his face, and very loudly tell him "NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!" which instantly killed the mood in the entire area, not something I'm happy about. At that point I'd had enough, and went straight to the front desk to report him, something I had to do every subsequent time he was there, and it still didn't stop him from trying to initiate something with me.

I don't see him anymore, and I like to think he got 86ed from the club entirely. But running into him was the only time (aside from another asshole I only had a single encounter with) I felt genuinely unsafe at a bathhouse. To the staff's credit, every time I brought him to their attention, they instantly tracked him down (which wasn't difficult since he was always hovering near me) and had a word with him. Pretty much every bathhouse I've ever visited has a "no means no" policy on their board of rules. Obviously not everyone abides by those rules, but the few times I've had to get staff involved with a particularly toxic guy they're on it fast as lightning. I don't like bothering the staff more than I have to, but when I've reached out they don't mess around.

Wow! That is some crazy shit. I have not ever had it quite that bad. Once in a while I will play with some guy and then realize I am not into them at all and make my excuses and then of course they show up where ever I am. If I get in the sling there they are. I start playing the dark room and suddenly I realize I am being stroked by the guy I was trying to avoid, on and on. It ends up being a cat and mouse game when what I really need to do is grow a pair and tell the guy I am no longer interested. Hate to ruin a guys evening or kill the mood (as you know). Ah the perils of the bathhouse. Still love it though.

On ‎7‎/‎4‎/‎2018 at 6:44 PM, skinster said:

I'd say no need to analyze. These things happen, you just haven't claimed your excuse right off and kept your parachute on. I can't say it would have been my case just from range of interests, but I've had someone say upfront they were not into me, and similarly I've had quick realizations that I am not into the other guy to spend time playing along. Could be underwhelming, especially if you'd had to put an effort into it to happen in the first place, but result can't be guaranteed. It is never too late to pull the plug if you're not into it. But .. again, you'd need to be aware of such a possibility when that time comes to do it. And don't feel bad, we can all get tongue tied on occasion, especially if your expectations were entirely somewhere else.

I was tongue tied alright. I try to be a good bottom and give guys pleasure but I need a top in order to be a good bottom and whatever this guy was he was no top.

On ‎7‎/‎7‎/‎2018 at 4:37 AM, crawford912 said:

Well that's insanely hot. Though.... you didn't tell him to get the fuck out when you thought he had a condom on? I don't have much patience for that shit at all.... And yeah... I think I could do loads more easily than cocks, because I'm fond of dark rooms and blindfolds... But either way, it's fucking tricky.

I am pretty submissive when it comes to fucking. I don't have it in me to tell a top raw or nothing. I hate to disappoint anyone who wants to fuck me. Do you insist on raw only?

On ‎7‎/‎7‎/‎2018 at 12:23 PM, CCbttm said:

Only a handful sadly. Of the dozen or so times I've actually been fucked in the ass, most guys wanted a condom. As this was before i dedicated to barebacking, i let most of the guys just wrap it. So I think I've only had 5 or 6 loads in my ass.  Far, far more on my face. 

I'm eagerly awaiting the day I can find the time to spend a day at a spa or theater, or a nearby host i can trust to whore me out to put that number in the hundreds.

If you can make it to a bathhouse you will find it much easier to get raw loads. Depends on the bathhouse though. I have been to some where it seems like most of the guys insist on condoms and others almost no one does. On a good night I can go a whole evening taking cock after raw cock without ever seeing a condom.

5 hours ago, crawford912 said:

I'm with you on that. I'd be really interested to know. I know how it's progressed over time... like... when I moved from the sticks to the big city, it shot way up, and then even moreso once i started partying, and then more again once i found out I was poz and started slamming, but like... at that point, i also started to really lose track, and my memory basically starting blurring together, so... I wish I knew, but... lots. The one year I tried to keep track, it was at least 700 (but again, it's actually really hard to keep count when you're spun at the bath house).

I don't know how anybody keeps an accurate count. I find it impossible. I can barely keep track of cocks much less loads. Last year I was getting fucked by an anonymous top at the bathhouse. He had a fairly large cock and it stung a little so I assumed he was wearing a condom, wah, but I took it and the fucking. He got off and walked away. I took a piss break and the cum started pouring out of me. It was crazy. He shot a huge wad in my hole and the whole time I thought he was wearing a condom. If he had shot a smaller load I would never have known.

I walk around naked basically to show what I got, not to show off. I do not like keeping track of a towel or an undergarment. I have gained confidence over the years so I am comfortable going naked now but was not when I first started going to bathhouses. Its all about your comfort level. Now I think of myself as a cumdump bottom who wants to attract as many loads as I can get so going naked lets guys see what they would get if they fuck me. Besides I think its way more fun if everybody is naked.

I am not very good at the dirty talk but I love to hear a top who is. I let a top know how good he feels even if it is only moans and groans. Make sure to compliment them on anything you especially like. I love really hairy tops so I always mention how great that feels. Or if a man smells good. Whatever he is doing to turn you on let him know. Begging for his load is always a good choice too.

This happened to me last weekend and I would like some feedback cuz I was totally stupid. How would you have handled it? So I went to the bathhouse, Saturday afternoon, planning to stay through the evening. It was fairly busy and early on I got fucked three times, one each in the dark room, on the sling (wearing a blindfold) and on the fuck bench. Only one load but the first fuck was from a really hairy stocky guy and I LOVE that.

     I go back to the bench and someone starts playing with my cummy hole. He's rubbing his flacid cock in my crack and he does that for quite a while. We bottoms know how to be patient and I was. Then he asks me to go to his room. I don't go to rooms, mostly because I like public sex. I want to suck while I am getting fucked and I generally like to be available to whatever top wants me. And its way easier to get away from an encounter you are not enjoying if you are not alone in a room with them.

     Eventually he persuades me to go to his room. I still have not seen him but I think he might be this young Asian guy who has fucked me several times and is really into me. He always gives me a load and he enjoys watching other tops fuck me. He will bone me for a bit step back to let someone else have a go then slip back in when I am free. Fun guy. Wasn't him.

     I finally get a good look at him when we are alone in his room. And he is a very attractive young black man. He is a bit short by beautifully proportioned with great pecs and a six pack. Yummy from top to bottom. His short cropped hair was orange. He was sexy as hell. I was excited. We get comfortable and he proceeds to ask me things: do I do any drugs, do I like kink, do I like BDSM, etc.. No drugs except poppers, not much into kink, have never done BDSM. He asks me if I would like to try a little role play. Sure.

     He wants to do master/slave with me being slave. This just got interesting. I agree to a half hour of slavery, I will do whatever he wants. First thing he does is position me kinda on my side knees up a little so he can bury his face in my ass He spends most of the next 45 minutes with his face in my hole!!! At first it feels good. Who doesn't love a rim job and it is obvious he loves my hole.

     Ten minutes into my slavery I have done nothing except lay there. I am thinking at some point he is going to tie me up, gag me with his underwear, maybe walk me around on a leash ordering me to suck toes. I don't know, anything but just lie there. There is already porn playing on the television but he wants to put some kinky porn on his phone. He asks me not leave when he does it. I am the slave how can I leave?

     A sexy young guy comes on the screen in his underwear and starts rubbing himself. I will just say things got very messy from there. Its the subject that dares not speak its name, at least on this website. I am not freaked out or anything, just not my thing. My eyes wander, master notices and orders me to watch the screen. I start channeling my inner Martha Stewart. All I can think about is whether that stain is going to come out. I come to the conclusion that he is going to have to throw them in the trash. I've got Lysol on my brain after finishing The Days of Anna Madrigal where the whores use it to prevent pregnancy and I don't think Lysol is going to cut it for that bathroom disaster. I move on to bleach or maybe Scrubbing Bubbles.

     Master starts murmuring about me giving him some chocolate. The only chocolate in the room is him. He really does have the loveliest brown skin. I am douched up to my earlobes, not going to happen even if I wanted.

     Time drags on and I am still doing nothing but pulsing my hole for him from time to time. I almost fell asleep twice. BUT...I am committed. I am the slave, I do what I am told, I am going to give him his half hour. I thought he set his alarm on his phone. I was mistaken. Several videos later (only one was of any interest to me) I am sure my 1/2 hour is up. He is still nose deep up my ass and his cock had not hardened in the least.

     After I am positive a half hour has passed I start making noises that I am going to need a break. He ignores me. Master is having a fine time, he loves my hole. I like that okay, I want his load. He did eventually pull me on top so I could suck his dick. Still did not get hard. After about 45 minutes I wanted to be done but I invested so much time in trying to get him off I did not want to leave without victory. He continually promised he was almost there. He squirted some water in me so I could push it back out in his face. Yawn. Would have been fun if it was cum instead.

     I start getting pissy. He tells me to pulse my hole, I say, "No, I am bored". The half hour is over as far as I am concerned I have been emancipated, glory be.  He continues to rim me. I say, "I want to leave." He begs me to stay just a little longer. I really want to make this cute guy cum but its a dumb situation that's become ridiculous. He ends up parked in front of the door with me bent over the bed, his face still in my ass. He does try to play with my cock, sucks it for a bit. I inform him the only way for him to get me hard is to fuck me. Stupidly he says, "Is that what you want?" What does he think I was draped over a fuck bench for? Is anybody else confused by that scenario?  It has been almost an hour! What am I doing??? I don't want to be rude but I think he is being a jerk and I am being stupid for not putting an end to it. As soon as he moves away from the door I am out of there and I don't see him again.

     There must be a moral to this story. Oh and I think he gave me crabs, or I should say crab since I only found one but still...might not have been him since I got fucked by about 9 guys that night. I prefer to blame him since I enjoyed all my other encounters. Okay guys, lets hear it. I can't be the only idiot at the bathhouse.

Wow, that was a really shitty thing to do. I hope you did not give him your load. He did not deserve it, unless of course that turned you on more then maybe he did.

Your post made me hard. I'd bottom for you without hesitation. There are plenty of hot slutty bottoms who would be very happy to take your load. Ever go to the bathhouses? I am continually amazed at the studly cum dumps who prostrate themselves for anonymous cock. No worries about rejection there. If you haven't tried it you should.

Okay Next stop: ACI, San Antonio. Gotta say I loved this place. Weird name, not sure what it stands for. I like a bathhouse that is not too new, you know what I mean? I like 'em a little run down and seedy. It seems to invite a piggier crowd with less condom use. This place was still clean with a great staff. Another thing I really liked about ACI was all the public beds. They had a tons of beds in the public areas for general use. Most bathhouses do not have enough horizontal space for basic fucking. When I arrived the big beds looked like they had been used a lot. I like that. I get turned on by lying down on a sheet soaked with cum and sweat from all the guys that have been fucking on it. I also like a staff that are on things. At some point they came through and changed the sheets. I like the feel of fresh sheets too.

     Another fun thing about ACI were the clientele. It was like the United Nations in there, every type of body and skin color. I had a rainbow of cocks to choose from. Only one guy fucked me with a condom. There always seems to be one doesn't there! Ugh.

     I lost track of the cock I enjoyed. The black guys really seemed to be into me there. At one point I was laying on the big bed with my head near the edge. This guy with a fantastic cock fed it to me. It was the perfect angle for a long cock worshipping session. Eventually he took a break and another man took his spot. He wanted to fuck so I hopped off the bed and bent over. His meat was really fat and I love that. Didn't get his load though, Wah! He felt self conscious fucking in public like that and left.

     I had been playing with this older guy earlier. I am so turned on by a good kisser and he was great but he was also a bottom. We both lay there side by side waiting for some top to make us happy. Not sure how he faired but I got fucked several times and loaded by a few. Towards the end of my stay I worked myself up to mount him and had a damn nice fuck, happily unloading deep in his hole. But...when I pulled out yuck! I don't think this guy had cleaned out at all. Had to do the walk of shame to the restroom for a quick clean-up. Oh well, when you play with fire sometimes you get burned.

     Over-all I highly recommend this place. The gloryhole booths were crap but you can't have everything. Next stop: Palm Springs, woo-hoo, Gay Mecca.

Last night I fucked a guy at the bathhouse. I don't normally top but this guy was really getting to me. He has a fantastic cock and a was a great kisser. It was pretty clear that he wanted to get fucked. I think I saw him earlier getting boned and thought it was hot. So...he got me hard enough and I fucked him. It was fun but I can never last very long. When I pulled out I thought I could smell something but he went right for my cock and cleaned it off. Hmmm. I guess he was one of the few. I would have liked to make out with him some more but was not sure what I was going to encounter. Didn't matter anyway cuz someone came up behind me and pushed their cock up my ass.

I wish I knew my lifetime count. I can't even begin to guess. I've been a bareback cumdump for 20 years and have been to 14 bathhouses across the country not to mention all the bookstores and adult theaters. When I go to a bathhouse its usually for 12 to 24 hours and I take a lot of cock. I think about 30 for one evening is my personal best. My load count has to be in the thousands by now. 

1 hour ago, PhillyActionHere said:

Folsom was 25 loads swallowed over 3 days but I am hoping for MUCH more at Dore next month!

I think 25 loads over a weekend is pretty good. Did you have to suck twice as many cocks to get those? We will expect a report from Dore next month.