rawloadstaken

Starfish Stencil?

I've found the Portland OR metro area to be fairly breeder-friendly and condom-averse. Seattle WA -- at least for the short time I was there -- was also a fantastic raw venue.

I'll be honest, I get irate when I see someone pull out and either lose their load on the floor or shoot the whole thing on the lower back. If you're getting fucked raw, why object to the load? If you're fucking raw, why not proceed to breed? (And if you're a porn studio, maybe show one squirt -- just one, no more -- to prove that the top is cumming, then have him shove it back in and blow the rest of the load in the bottom?)

As a bottom, I can understand some situations in which I'd need to tap out; however, those are few and far between, and usually involve issues other than just sex. (Like when I had stomach valve surgery: no sexy times for about four months, and the first time after that? Nope.) But I cannot understand why someone would say "I want to be whored out" without understanding what it means and making sure they're up to it. There is a lot of work the tops put in to coordinate the situation, and if the bottom flakes or winds up unable to handle it, there's a lot of disappointment on the part of the participants, and it could negatively impact the coordinating top's reputation in the community. "Oh yeah ... you're the one who set up the last bust or two, yeah? Thanks but no thanks." To my mind, if you're a bottom for a single top or a gangbang / whoring festivity, you have to be ready to put your ass where your mouth is ... as it were. If you ask for it, you'd damn well better be able to take it.

It really depends on the situation, and on what my fuckbuddy / top / random hookup prefers. When I'm in the GH booths, I'm usually in a jock or a pair of assless briefs for easy access, but one of my fuckbuds wants me naked (except for shoes and socks), and one wants me in leather.

I've had a few huge cocks fuck me: I think the longest was right around twelve glorious uncut inches, and he looked to be almost as thick as a soda can. I've had a few that were close to that since then, but none that ... heh ... measured up. I do love the nine and ten inchers, though. I have to be completely horned up -- and, preferably, fucked enough to be lubed and loosened -- but when it happens, I go into a fuck daze, and all I can do is hope that the feeling never ends.

In me, not on me.

I'm almost always hard when I'm getting fucked, and if I'm really in the zone, I'll stay at least semi-hard after blowing my load, and usually work back to a full erection as long as I have a raw cock pounding my hole. And much like @bbpoznow noted, I leak precum like a sieve when I'm bottoming.

Well then! To quote Katniss, I volunteer for tribute.

First off, re: it being your site, I hope you don't mind me squealing in joy and delight. That said, sorry to hear about the database crash, but that explains the "oh, poo ... it's gone now." For what you did, thank you very much. It was greatly appreciated, and a great deal of fun. (And you're right: weird can be hot.)

I can think of a number of reasons -- legality, personal morals, time of the month, or "I haven't met the right person yet" are some I've heard -- but I think it boils down to being excited online and terrified (or at the least disconcerted) in meatspace. As a non-fetish example, one of my friends is an author: she writes some of the most graphic sexual scenes and horrifying ... well, horror ... and yet she's one of the most easily terrified and sexually innocent people I know. In that sense, it's somewhat like those who are some of the sweetest people you can meet online, but they're total arsewipes in person. Or v. versa, of course. As to watersports, however, then speaking only for myself, I've tried drinking my own and that of others, and -- while the thought of it doesn't squick me out -- it really did nothing for me. That said, I don't object to being pissed on in certain situations, and as long as I have something on tap, I'm willing to provide mine, so ... piss top, cum bottom? As to drinking it being dangerous, there are arguments on both sides of the equation: it's not as sterile as was once purported, and there is the possibility for it to carry certain bacterial nasties, but it's also been used as a health tonic/treatment by some cultures for hundreds of years. Now if you're talking about concentrated urine -- recycled or reduced urine with no diluting agent -- then to borrow a line from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "that's not necessarily of the good." In that specific instance, then from some of the medical literature I've had to read, your kidneys will have to work overtime; and, should you have kidney or bladder problems (including, but not limited to, pre-existing kidney, bladder, or urinary tract infections), it can exacerbate the situation and cause unwanted -- and yes, sometimes dangerous -- complications.

I miss cumtemple. It was -- amusingly enough -- a fun site, and next to BZ, it had some of the best forums I've had the pleasure of perusing.

Oh. My. Aching. Arse. I've been watching my diet in order to have a quicker prep for a quickie visit, and it paid off tonight in spades. This week has been hectic, and I decided I needed some "me time" before I hit the sack, so I did a bit of undercarriage detailing and then nipped over to Peeps Too. Within fifteen minutes I had a cock in my mouth and was drinking down my first load, and then (almost) got fucked by a gorgeous uncut dick; however, he got 86'd because he ignored four requests over a five minute period for him to put money in, and then started arguing with the clerk when he was told he had to leave. So not cool. Bred a moderately attractive older gentleman, but he had absolutely no idea how do push a cock into his hole. I swear I almost pulled away because he felt like he was going to snap it in two, but it finally went in and I managed to work out a load. Went to another booth and started sucking a guy who was definitely a grower. Not a huge cock by any means, but he went from around an inch long and slightly thicker than a pencil to around five inches and moderately thick. I stood up to feed the meter, and he started the voyeur window, turned me around, spit on my hole, and slid in. Gads, but he threw a great fuck. He wasn't huge, as I noted, but he knew how to use it, and he flooded me with what he said was a six-day load. I believe him: I didn't need any lube for the rest of the night. Peeps Too died down and I thought I'd try my luck at Peeps before I headed home. I am so glad I did. A hot daddy followed me down the hall and into the booth next to mine and immediately fed the meter and dropped his trousers. I sucked him to a reasonably thick seven inches, at which point he said "I want to fuck your ass," so who was I to say no? I backed onto him -- oh, he stretched me, but I had enough cum in my hole that he slid in -- and pounded me for about three minutes before groaning and holding still. I could feel each pulse as he stretched my ring, and I cleaned him off when he pulled out. I got two more raw loads, then a guy wanted to fuck me with a condom. I let him, and then turned it inside out to suck his cum out of it. Tasty. Got another load down my throat, then bred a tall, skinny dude with lanky hair. I only lasted around five to ten minutes, then dumped a load that was probably three times the size of the one I gave the guy at Peeps Too. So now I'm home, my ass is leaking cum, I'm jerking off with some of the cum that was still smeared around my hole, and I'm considering hopping onto the various apps to see if I can get another load or six. Y'know what? I think I'm a bit of a randy bastard.

Lying. If they lie about their height/weight/hygiene/attitude ... no. Just no. Tell me. Be honest. I don't care if they have a 5" dick, and long as they don't say it's 8". I don't care if they're bald, or somewhat overweight, or have an eye patch, but I don't want them to send me a pic from five years ago with a six pack, full head of hair, and both eyes and expect me to be delighted when they show up. Don't lie. I'll accept a lot of things, but not that.

Should I wind up in the Seattle area again this/next year, I'm certainly hoping to. At this point, though, I'm sad to say that I've not.

My user name is the same on all of the sites I frequent, and about a third of the guys who reach out to me either list safer sex or safe sex/condom only. If we meet, I remind them about my preference, and if they decide they want condoms, I'll tell them (the truth) that I need non-latex condoms as I have a latex allergy. Most of the guys who carry latex only will fuck me raw when I mention I'm neg and on PrEP, and those that don't ... well, if they've got a dick I really want, I'll let them purchase the non-latex ones and slide it on. Amusingly enough, about half of those who do wind up sliding it off and fucking raw, and they think they're getting away with something naughty if they wind up stealthing me.

Out of curiosity -- and I truly mean that, I'm not trying to be a sh*t-stirrer -- do you feel the same way about cancer medications, psych meds, antibiotics, blood pressure medications, muscle relaxants, physical therapy, corrective lenses, mobility devices, or guide dogs? In a number of these cases -- much like in cases where individuals are walking the tightrope of potential seroconversion -- there is a benefit to providing care and/or corrective assistance; and, when and where possible, prevention in general costs far less for both insurance companies and society as a whole than does treatment. That said, in some cases where prevention is not possible -- prostate cancer, for example -- this particular equation doesn't apply; however, when it comes to issues such as a non-zero incidence of self-inflicted lung cancers, "all anyone has to do" is to never associate with smokers in case of second-hand smoke, and never smoke themselves. If they choose to violate these two simple rules and eventually face lung, chest, mouth, or throat cancer, then a logical extrapolation of your policy would be that any treatment related to any of these issues -- pneumonia, degradation of the soft palate, pleurisy, oropharyngeal cancer, lung abscesses, erosion of the larynx, bronchitis, or tuberculosis, just to name a few -- should not be covered by insurance, and if the individual in question cannot afford the treatments, well then, they're out of luck. For a non-zero number of cases -- not most, let alone all, but some -- certain skin cancers, HPV, Syphilis, Cirrhosis of the Liver, calcium-related Kidney Stones, and diabetes are preventable. With these conditions , do you object to insurance covering any cryotherapy, as some people could avoid many skin cancers by never going outdoors? What about any HPV vaccinations, as some people could avoid contracting many STis by not having sex? Do you object to insurance covering any insulin, as some people could avoid the risk of becoming diabetic by cutting sugars out of their diet? The list goes on: what should, and what shouldn't, be covered, and where is the cutoff? Bringing this back around to the original point, some non-medicated, HVL HIV-positive individuals are otherwise healthy, and some non-medicated HVL HIV-positive individuals deal with health issues. With that in mind, should any HIV-positive individual who needs assistance be prevented from using ambulances to get to the ER, the ER visits, the blood work, potential CT scans, and IV fluids and medications because they cannot pay for it out of pocket, or should society -- by means of insurance -- help those who are less fortunate or have pre-existing conditions which preclude them from paying thousands, if not tens of thousands, of dollars out of pocket and passing away as a result? Again, I'm not trying to be combative; however, some individuals both online and in my personal meatspace do not seem to see the dichotomy between saying issue [a] is wrong but issue is right, and yet they both address the same underlying concern: in this case, should insurance cover a condition that may or may not be preventable, and is prevention less costly than treatment?

Went to Peeps Too after work tonight and nipped into one of the gloryhole booths. (Surprising, I know, for someone as pure and innocent.) There was a nicely-dressed gentleman in the centre booth -- and there was a greedy cocksucker in the other room, but I digress -- and he was both a grower and a shower. He went from around six respectable inches to somewhere between eight and nine, and it was a glorious, thick, uncut cock. I sucked him for a while and got him hard, at which point he turned around and went to the other booth. I stood up and dropped trou, and figured I'd at least crack one out before leaving so that I wasn't frustrated. The next thing I know, the dick is poking my hip. I knelt down and started sucking him again, then figured "nothing ventured" and all that and stood up to try and guide him into my ass. Holy hell ... thick and long and a little painful ... but I soldiered on and took him to the hilt. TBH, I was pulling my cheeks apart and pressing up against the hole as hard as I could. He alternated between bucking while all the way in and pulling out about halfway and then shoving that log back into me. It didn't go on nearly long enough for me, but he owned my hole, started moaning, and then bred me deep. As is my wont, I cleaned him off with my mouth, then he leant over and said "thank you" a couple of times, and I think he said he'd needed that, but I'll be honest, I was still in a fuck-haze and was fingering my gaping, cum-filled hole. -- After that I went to Peeps. Not as much luck, but I did get a slightly sour-flavoured load from an average -- 'tho with a wicked curve that would've felt great -- sized cock. No conversation, just cum and go. That said, I loved the size he had: long and fat enough to be satisfying, not so long and fat as to trigger my gag reflex. (Still working on getting that under control, damn it all.) -- One of my semi-regular fuckbuds texted me a couple of days ago (while I was sick), and we didn't get to hook up. Maybe this week. Another one messaged me on BBRT and wanted to play. Outside. Or in my car. While the idea is hot, knowing Oregon's laws means that it'll remain an idea for me, and not a reality. Another one messaged me on BBRT and asked me to come play. We've been trying to coordinate our schedules, but without much luck. No Lights Out for me this week: work's going to be hell enough. That said, I'm going to try and hit up FurFuck this upcoming weekend and see if I can attract some interest.

I ran some errands yesterday, then dropped by Peeps Too. I sucked one guy off until he almost came, then he pulled back and put one squirt on my tongue and the rest over my beard and cheeks. About ten minutes later I got to suck on a nice cock - perfect length and girth - when he whispered, "I want to fuck you." I'm not a horse, so who am I to say neigh? I grabbed him, turned around, and pushed my ass back on his raw dick. Less than two minutes later he moaned and said, "you're sucking the cum out of me," and then I felt his dick flexing as he came. He stayed inside me for about a minute afterward, just making slow strokes, then pulled out. I turned around and dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth, and cleaned it thoroughly. I love the taste of clean ass and cum. Delightful. Managed to nurse a few more drops of cum out of him too. The next guy had me blowing him, then had me jerk myself off and smear it on his cock so I could suck it off while he was fucking my face. Took two more loads down my throat, then thought "what the hell" and went to @HawksPDX for their Lights Out. The last time I was there -- last week, actually, because I'm a slut -- I arrived at midnight and only took six cocks and three loads. This time around, though, I got there at seven and left at midnight, and it was a lot busier. Go figure. Between the dark room, the sling, and private rooms, I probably took between 15 to 20 different cocks, and a good few came back to fuck me again over the course of the evening. I know I took at least a dozen loads up the ass - those are the guys who said, "take my load," "breeding you," or "oh fuck ... oh fuck ... nngghhh" - but I have no idea of how many fucked a load into me and just kept going. I do know I was loaded, though: when you're getting fucked and cum is frothing up around your top's cock, you know you're full. The first guy in the darkroom was, ironically enough, the first one to have fucked me last week. He slid his hand over my ass, pushed two fingers into me, and said "Yeah, I recognize this hole," then pushed his dick in with one long, hard, burning glide. He was the first one to breed me. That scene was hot: as soon as one top unloaded another came up and pushed into me. By the time I got out of the dark room, my ass was already wrecked and dripping. I braced myself on my forearm, took my cock in my other hand, and shot while I was being fucked. I got to throat a half-dozen cocks too - including one from a hot daddy on his break - and got some appreciative smiles and head pats. "Were you the one in the dark room? Thanks for the blowjob." There were a couple of tops who were alternating between another bottom and me: they'd fuck the other guy for a couple of minutes and then switch to me. I'm proud of the fact that I got a load from each of them. Lot of ass slapping last night. 'twas hot. Not sure how I felt about the other bottom, though: he pushed my head down none too gently, straddled it, and then pushed an assload of cum across my neck and into my hair. Half of me thought it was hot, half of me thought it was a waste of cum, half of me thought he should really have cleaned out better, half of me was very glad they have showers there, and half of me admits that I'm pants at math. Near the end of the night I was lucky enough to have a hot bear/cub with a THICK cock pounding me for at least ten minutes while I was blowing his partner. He'd slip out every now and then and there'd be a squelching sound as frothy cum poured out of my ass and splattered on the bench. He was the thickest I've taken in a long time, and long enough that I swear I could feel it bouncing off my stomach. He's also one of the few who have ever forced me to come without touching myself just from the way he fucked me. When he finally got ready to cum, he grabbed my hips, yelled, pistoned into me, then pulled me flat against him and unloaded. Wish I'd gotten their numbers: would love to meet up with them again. Hopefully I'll see them again sometime. By this time I was aching, my back was killing me, my ass was on fire, and all I wanted to do was get home and get to bed. And then a guy fingered my hole and said "get in the sling," so I got in the sling. I wound up jerking off again while he was fucking me and let it drip off my fingers onto his cock. So yeah. Aside from the issues mentioned in my status update, I'm still walking bowlegged, my guts are tender, and I have purple bruising around my hole. ❤️ It'll be a few weeks, but I can't wait to go back. One note: I know "I'm a pig" is a phrase we use a lot, but you don't need to grunt, squeal, make snorting noises, and keep saying "oink." I'll freely admit it: the times I stuffed my face into my towel weren't because I was getting fucked, but because I was trying to stifle my laughter.

@ejaculaTe, strewth!

I haven't been playing as much as I wanted the last couple of weeks. One of my co-workers brought in a bug her kid caught, and a good third of the team has been out on any given day. I almost went home today (and may well stay home tomorrow), but managed to hang in there. That said, my semi-regular fuck-buddy messaged me yesterday to see if we could hook up, but I was too wiped out to do much more than head home and crash. We did meet up after work tonight, though, and he plowed me as well as he always does. His cock fits perfectly: it's not so large that it stretches me, but it's just large enough that it fills me up and slams my prostate with each thrust. He bred me deep, and left his usual huge load in my ass. After he left, I played a bit in one of the glory hole booths. Got a couple of nice loads from anonymous cocks -- one so large I had to cup my hand under my chin to catch what poured out -- and then played with two guys at the same time in another booth, swapping out who sucked who. One of the guys was my age, and he loved grabbing my hair and fucking my face. The other guy was ... mmm ... mid to late twenties? He had a great cock that never got fully hard, but damn did he shoot a huge load. So I'm sitting here, cum leaking out of my ass, the taste of cock on my lips, and anticipating the next time my top and I can connect. Because that man can throw a pretty good fuck.