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  1. Y'ever have an encounter that left you wanting to stop topping until you'd shed and evacuated a few layers of cells from inside your urethral opening? Or one that left you taking a soft toothbrush and antibacterial soap to the head of your penis? Or one that wound up with you shaving your pubes so you could scrub down to the skin?

    Asking for a friend.

  2. If you're interested, this Saturday is FurFuck at Hawks PDX. I can't speak to your admin request, but I'm sure you could find all the rest. Well, maybe not feet -- it's possible, but that's one of the few things I haven't seen there -- but everything else? Yeah.
  3. Last night I took a cock that still has me aching a bit.

    He wasn't exceptionally long -- maybe 6.5 - 7" -- but damn was he thick. I'm talking Red Bull® thick.

    Aside from his initial load -- which oozed around his cock because of how much he'd gaped me open -- he decided it'd be a good idea to keep slow-fucking me until he dumped a second load into my guts.

    So ... yeah. Sore, but so worth it.

    1. ronnie4u

      ronnie4u

      O.M.G.  !  So fucking HOT !  Been while but have Wonderful Memories - looking upon them being scare - huge 1's - but I knew he wanted my cunt hole - I consider it now / pain of Pleasure - I am looking for the long 1's - fucking / ramming my second inner ring !   :)

  4. Apparently the "hooking up again soon" I mentioned was sooner than I thought. My (I guess) new fuckbuddy texted me this afternoon and told me to clean out and meet him after work. I keep an enema bulb in my gym bag, and I hadn't really eaten anything today, so I sluiced on my lunch break, my afternoon break, and right after work, then met him at Peeps. Damn, can that man fuck. I walked out of there with another huge load in my ass, and a "suggestion" that we hook up again Sunday evening.
  5. Was feeling slutty on Tuesday night so I went out to my regular ABS -- Peeps Too -- after work. I did get to worship a perfect cock for about a half-hour, got a huge load down my throat from another cock, and then got fucked (with a condom, damn it) by a top who -- when he was getting ready to come -- stripped it off, turned to another glory hole, and gave a different cocksucker his load. I believe the initials are SMH. I went to our other local ABS -- Mr. Peeps -- and managed to get another cock in my mouth raw for a bit, then he wanted to fuck me ... again, with a condom. Ugh. He couldn't stay hard, and wanted me to suck him with a condom, so I pulled away and stood there while he fidgeted and then left. The next guy who walked by looked at me and said "ugh, no fucking way. Just leave," then walked out of the booth; however, the next guy looked through the hole and asked me to get a room with him. He looked familiar, and when I came out of my room I saw that he was a top I'd played with the last time I was there. I went to the corner booth and fed the machine, and then he came in and locked the door and told me to strip. Yes sir! I got down to my shorts and he yanked me to him so I could chew and play with his nipples, then told me to strip the rest of the way. Once I did, he turned me around and shoved his cock into me and started fucking. Every now and then he'd pull out, spin me around, and have me worship his nipples, lick his neck, or -- as he put it -- get his cock wet. We went through some different positions, half of which made us laugh when we would trip over each other or slam into the chair or wall, but he finally pushed me flat onto the floor and dumped a huge load in me, then pulled me up and told me to kiss him. I alternated between kissing him and playing with his nipples, and the whole time he was stroking me and telling me I wasn't allowed to come. He wound up leaving an ENORMOUS hickey on my neck and told me he was marking me, then turned me around and dumped a second load in my ass. We got dressed, and this time around exchanged names and phone numbers. He said he'd text me the next time he was feeling horny, or I should text him the next time I've got the time to be slutty, because he wants to try for three. I kept his loads in as long as I could, but they eventually oozed out and between my shorts and my towel, it was a puddle more than twice the size he had me leaving on my kitchen floor the last time. I took video of it, but it didn't come out the way I expected. (Then, too, I didn't like the way my ass looked. Body positivity, eh?) But yeah, we're hooking up again soon, I can feel it.
  6. If you're ever in the area, I'd help you bury that bone. Appearance isn't as important as attitude, personality, and hygiene. Don't get me wrong, a huge dick helps, but in my opinion, appearance is one the least of the traits to worry about.
  7. Never again. Never, ever again.

    Never again will I leave the house without at least an enema bulb in my gym bag.

    I've been exhausted recently, and last night I didn't watch my diet as much as I should. (Hello homemade brownies.) Tonight, however, I went by my favorite ABS because I was in the mood to fuck some ass, and I had the chance to add a load to one that was already pretty cum-slick.

    I also had the chance to suck on a gorgeous, thick, perfectly-sized, perfectly-shaped uncut cock, and about five minutes in, he pulled back and asked if I bottomed.

    *aigh*

    I admitted that I wasn't sure how clean I was, and he commented that he'd really wanted to give me his load, then zipped up and walked out of his booth.

    Never again will I be without some means of ensuring I'm cleaned out.

    It's like the old American Express® commercials: don't leave home without it.

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    2. rawloadstaken

      rawloadstaken

      @Willing and @ronnie4u ... hah!

      Nah, one of the (few) things that gets to me is excessive poo. I kvetch enough about other bottoms shitting on my dick, the last thing I'm going to do is shit on someone else's.

    3. rawloadstaken

      rawloadstaken

      @FriendlyBottom, preach!

  8. I quite enjoy the taste of a cock that's smeared with cum and clean ass juice. I don't even mind (most) lubes, as long as they don't trigger my allergies. Smegma, faeces, or other off-putting scents, nope: I can't do it. This holds true for some foods, as well. If it's a smell that turns me off, or if it's something that appears vile (to me), then that's it: I cannot do it. Want to take your cock bottom-to-bottom and finish up by loading me to the brim, push a devil's dick into my ass, or swipe cum from the wall of a gloryhole booth and feed it into my hungry hole? Go for it. Want me to suck a dick that smells like a sun-baked dumpster full of rotting squirrel anuses? Not going to happen.
  9. The Eagle here in Portland actually has -- or at least had -- a vending machine that offers hankies. It's delightful. And yeah, I've had pretty good luck with it.
  10. Love Hawks, and I'm glad you got the load(s) you were looking for.
  11. I was in a serodiscordant relationship for a few months, and our respective statuses weren't really a concern, as he was undetectable and I was on PrEP. While I doubt I'll ever be in a long-term relationship again -- I've been burned too often, and lost everything twice -- I'd have no issues with casually dating someone who was HIV-positive and undetectable.
  12. Mr. Peeps yesterday. I was deep-throating a cock through the glory hole, but I'd left my door unlocked. I heard it open, and it stayed open for about ten seconds or so, then he stepped inside and closed the door. I never looked back, but I heard the clink of his belt buckle, then his fingers rubbing my hole, and with a bit of wiggling he adjusted my position and started fucking me while I was working for the load in front of me. They came within a couple of minutes of each other, and I never saw either of them beyond the cock in my face.
  13. Public Service Announcement

    Never sneeze when:

    [1] your ass is loaded with cum,
    [2] you're wearing khaki linen shorts, and
    [3] you're in the middle of a grocery store

    Luckily I got out of there before it started leaking through, but there was a definite *splat* in the the kitchen of my apartment when I finally got home.

    All I can say is thank heavens my roommate had already left for work.

    1. ejaculaTe

      ejaculaTe

      Why in blazes were you wearing linen shorts? 

    2. rawloadstaken

      rawloadstaken

      @ejaculaTe, to be honest, since Oregon has been in its "I can't make up my damned mind as to what weather I'll be today ... or even this hour," I hadn't done my summer laundry yet.

      And usually, even when I get one or two cocks in me, I usually don't have any trouble keeping the loads in for a few hours. This time, though, not so much.

      Don't worry: I've learned my lesson, and I won't make that mistake again.

  14. Alright: it's Saturday afternoon/evening, I'm cleaned up and cleaned out, I have some money in my wallet, and I've got a full tank of gas in the car.

    Time to see what kind of trouble I can get into.

    Wish me luck!

    1. ejaculaTe

      ejaculaTe

      So tell us-- what trouble did you find, cause, participate in...? Better yet, did it require that you later post bail? <snark, if you hadn't guessed>   Your adoring public wants to know.  

    2. rawloadstaken

      rawloadstaken

      @ejaculaTe, HAH!

      No, no bail (thank heavens), but I wouldn't have minded some handcuffs.

      Most of the trouble was in finding a cock willing to breed me, but between my attempts, I managed to sneak in a couple of games of pool, and a delicious, delicious adult libation.

      (Seriously: McMenamin's Terminator Stout is what Guinness wants to be when it grows up.)

      On the way home, I stopped by Safeway -- as you might have guessed from my later post -- and was very bad: I picked up up a container of Cookie Dough ice cream for my roommate, and since there was a BOGO deal going on, I got myself Salted Caramel Butter Pecan.

  15. I have a timer on my watch, and -- depending on how busy the facility is -- usually set it for between five and ten minutes. I figure if nobody's interested in that amount of time, it's time to wander around and visit the darkroom, hit the glory hole maze, or spend some time on the outdoor deck with a soda or a bottle of water. My (personal) rule of thumb: if you're not getting fucked within your chosen time frame, don't hop back into the sling for 45 minutes to an hour, then try again.
  16. One of the most annoying cockblocks I ever dealt with was when I was in a sling at a bathhouse. I had one top start pounding me with a couple of guys lined up after him, and then he pulled out and started making out with the next guy in line. He wouldn't even move enough for anyone else to get close to me, and he was braced against the sling with his back against my legs and I couldn't get up.
  17. Well ... damn it.

    My provider has me on a new medication -- Tamsulosin -- and I'm being subjected to one of its side effects: retrograde ejaculation.

    Don't get me wrong: I can still orgasm ('tho it takes longer), but I'm no longer able to provide the loads I did a couple of weeks ago. We're researching other options, but right now, I can either top without the load or focus on being a bottom whore.

    That said, I have absolutely no problems with being a bottom whore, but I do miss seeing my cum running out of a bottom's ass.

    1. chasejake666

      chasejake666

      I'd say embrace being a bottom bitch for a while - harder to cum means hornier for longer

  18. Agreed. Some tops want absolutely nothing between their hands and my hips, and some love having the cheeks framed and a handle to grip.
  19. A dark room in a sleazy bathhouse was the first place I was ever spit-roasted, and a few years later, it was the first place I'd ever been pounded by a fat cock with a huge PA.
  20. I dropped by the bookstore on my way home from work tonight. I wanted a piece of ass, but I was willing to settle for head. The first guy kept changing how he was handling things (as it were) and never really gave me a chance to become even moderately excited, while the second one kept gagging and spitting on the floor. Went into another booth and got some fingers rubbing the hole. I stuck my dick through and found out he was a world-class cocksucker. I went from I'm horny to HOLY HELL I'M GOING TO CUM in less than five minutes, and the last minute was spent fighting back the orgasm, because I didn't want it to end.
  21. I need to do that. This year has started off slow for me, but I could still beat last year's total if I work at it.
  22. First, my apologies for any misspellings: I'm on my phone, and I'm not as focused as I otherwise might be. Speaking solely for myself, I'd answer your questions as follows: he does not, it does not, and I would. As to your first question, I see conversation driven -- at least in part -- as a choice, and not as an imperative. Some bottoms choose to use PrEP, some casually chase conversion, some serosort, some eschew both PrEP and PEP, some perform actions designed to increase the probability of infection ... ultimately, each person makes an individual determination as to how they plan on approaching the possibility of becoming HIV-positive. That said, there will always be on-the-fly or immutable factors that can impact the chance of conversion; however, for the most part, I view it as choice rather than commandment. From a personal standpoint, and only from a personal standpoint, I don't feel that a desire to become positive is what differentiates a casual bottom from a true bottom/sub bottom: both live for the fuck, both love the cum, both feel empowered by the act of being submissive ... they're both bottoms, and the only difference between them is their HIV status. I, personally, have chosen risk mitigation: I take PrEP, I try to take care of my health, I don't play when I have injured or compromised mucous membranes, and so forth. That is how I deal with it, but I'm not going to even pretend to say that my way is the only one true way.
  23. Four raw cocks. Four pullouts.

    Three loads on the floor, one on another guy’s dick. Who then used it to jerk off and dumped his load on the floor.

    Argh.

    1. TheLeshii

      TheLeshii

      I actually feel bad for you. 

    2. rawloadstaken

      rawloadstaken

      @TheLeshii, thanks.

      I mean, it could be worse. At least I got some dick in me, but I guess I don't understand what seems to be a "yeah, I'll fuck 'em, but the floor is more deserving" mindset.

    3. TheLeshii

      TheLeshii

      Men that watch too much porn have that mindset.  ?

  24. I'm completely clear of them as of Thursday's testing, but I've contracted (and been treated for) Syphilis, Gonorrhea, and Chlamydia via Barebacking in the past. Still HIV-free, as well.
  25. I don't know who's more lucky: the tops that get to seed your hole, or you for getting your hole seeded.
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