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Last night was a nightmare . Suffice it to say that half of what happened made me ill -- not to mention very uncomfortable -- and the other half infuriated me. He rode roughshod over my hard limits, and there were a few times I was terrified, but he was between me and the door, and I just froze. I just agreed with whatever he wanted -- I said what I'm sure he wanted to hear -- and I hate myself for it.
Yes, I did it to protect myself, but that doesn't get rid of the feeling of shame, or disgust, or the stinging from scrubbing myself raw in the shower.
I think I'm going to take some time off from bottoming: I can't get some of the images out of my head, or the bile out of my mouth.
It's going to take some time for the bruising to fade, it's going to take even longer to trust 1:1 encounters again; and, to be honest, right now I'm not even sure I want to go to the bathhouses or theatres.
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"Hey, come over, I'd like to fuck you" turned into "I'm going to ride roughsod over your limits. You say no, but you want to be choked. You say no, but you want to have your nipples almost yanked off your body. You say no, but I know you want toilet play. You say no, but ... you say no, but ..."
And every time I got up to go, I got slammed back down, yanked around, and his hands went around my throat.
I grabbed my clothes and left while he was addressing other needs in another room, blocked him on the site I met him on, blocked him on my phone, and tried to forget the whole thing, but it just kept running through my mind the whole night. -
shit, that would have been scary...lucky you get away. is this the same 38 yo you made a status about on Thursday?
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Yup.
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I just had a 38 y.o. hottie tell me he wanted to fuck me and unload in my ass, then apologize for being so forward.
And who says chivalry is dead?
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Leaving work tonight, I was -- as I often am -- horny.
I went to Peeps Too in Beaverton because (a) it was closer than Mr. Peeps in Aloha, and (b) because I like the staff better.
I grabbed my change, chatted with one of the lead clerks for a few minutes, we swapped some very corny jokes, and I headed to the glory holes to drop a load, all the while thinking, "I'm going to get head, or fuck some ass. I want to pump, dump, and leave. I want a mouth or an ass wrapped around my raw dick."
Then I got into the booth, and a fat, uncut dick was being pumped on the other side.
Damn right I dropped to my knees.
It took close to ten minutes, and I was shivering and grunting while he was skull-fucking me, but he finally blew a huge load in my mouth, and it was delicious.
I stood up and realized that -- at some point during that rather enthusiastic blowjob -- I'd shot my load in my jeans, so I dropped trou and started wiping up. I was pulling up my trousers when I saw a hand come through the hole and thought, "what the hell. I'll let him suck me off."
He was good. He was very good. Very, very good.I gave him my second load, and my balls are still empty.
So yeah, I got the head I wanted, and I drained that guy's cock the way he deserved.
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"They're still gon' put pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me? (You want a piece of me?)"Britney Spears, Piece of Me
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Because if you do want my derriere -- if you do want a piece of me -- I'm offering it during Wednesday afternoon's Happy Hour at Hawks PDX, and I'm planning on being a sling and darkroom cumdump during Wednesday night's Lights Out, also at Hawks PDX.
C'mon guys, load me up: you want it, I need it, and you'll be donating to both Hawks' bottom line and my empty bottom.
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I'm debating posting links to my Twitter or Tumblr images instead of uploading them here -- primarily because that way I won't be eating up my size allotment -- but I don't want to be that guy who rides the edge, the one who risks running afoul of the policies.
I like my reputation where it is, thankyouverymuch.
Ah me.
What to do ... what to do ...
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I love hearing those three little words when I'm with a guy.
"Suck it, bitch."In completely unrelated news, I swallowed nine loads at the ABS tonight.
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I didn't get a chance to hit Hawks for Fur Fuck tonight: thanks, teammate, for spreading your viral plague to most of the group. I wound up working from home so that I'd be close to certain areas should certain other issues occur; however, if all of us who were sick called out thanks to [redacted] getting us sick, there would have been four people working on Friday, and all of them have offices at least 100 miles away from the office.
That said, if I'm feeling up to it, I plan on hitting Hawks for Wednesday's Lights Out, and if not this week, then definitely next week.
I need the cocks, I need the loads, and -- with everything else going on right now -- I need to let myself float in a cum-fueled haze and feel like an anonymous hole for a bit.
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For individuals who are interested in barebacking, but (doing something to assist with) remaining HIV-Negative, and who are rightfully concerned about the cost of Truvada, here's some information about financial assistance via the Gilead Advancing Access Program.
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Well alrighty then ...
Apparently, he came twice. I dropped the first load out at his house, and just dropped a second, larger one out here.
Damn.
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As I mentioned in this post, I got royally and thoroughly fucked tonight.
I jacked off when I got home -- yeah, getting a load fucked out of me really wasn't enough -- I came harder, and more, than I have in months.
I think -- although I may very well be wrong -- that I may possibly be a slut.
I'll need a few dozen more encounters to be sure, but I feel like I just might be heading in that direction.