rawloadstaken

Seriously, bottoms, please clean up.

I understand the drive -- really I do -- to have a cock in you as often as possible. To want those loads. To crave the feeling of anonymous nut flooding your guts and oozing out as you walk.

I know how difficult it is to suck on a gorgeous cock and not be able to stuff it in your ass. To feel that regret, to feel your pucker twitching, as though by drawing in the air around it, it will also magically draw the cock into your guts.

I fully appreciate the unfettered desire -- hell, let's be honest: the deep-seated need -- to be plowed raw and left dripping and sweaty. To be nothing more than a fuck-hole. To exist, at least for a time, as nothing more than a cumdump. To take not just anonymous cocks and anonymous loads, but to be -- in and of yourself -- anonymous.

But your filth fucks it up.

Are there guys who like four-wheeling through the mud? Absolutely. By the same token, though, there are those who prefer our motor trips to be on clean, empty streets.

And tops, please: hygiene, hygiene, hygiene.

Don't get me wrong: I love cheese. The smooth spread and deep rich flavor of triple cream Brie? Luxurious. The toothsome texture of a parmesan wedge? Phenomenal. The funk and crumble of a good Gorgonzola? Be still my beating heart.

Self-produced? Ah ... no. Just ... just no.

And yes: when I know I'm -- as the adage goes -- "clean as a whistle," clean, it's relatively easy to persuade me to do AtM. That said, if I approach you before I've had you in my ass, and you already smell like you've been cock-diving in a dumpster filled with rotting squirrel anuses, I'm fairly sure I'm going to be turned off.

So come on ...

Do I like to fuck? Love it.

Do I like to be fucked? Love it.

But I'll be honest: even though I'm versatile, and even though I love all permutations of [[human with cock] + [human with holes]], between being subjected to rank phalli and rather a large quantity of egesta, I'm beginning to wonder if a life of celibacy wouldn't be a better option.