ChainedBoy

I voted no and that I never will for one simple reason: No way will I ever put a condom on my cock or allow a wrapped dick in my asscunt.

It is my duty to clean off the fuckers cock when he is done using me. Fuckers love it -and it usually means I will get a taste of his seed at the same time. I should have absolute confidence in my cleaning-out skills...and if I didn’t, I shouldn’t be bottoming in the first place.

I hate the idea of wasted cum. When I think of the number of men, everyday, that jack their cocks off solo because there is not an open mouth to feed or willing hole to breed there with them...it’s such a waste of precious seed. How many gallons do you suppose that is each day in the U.S. alone? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy watching a cumshot as much as the next guy; but what a waste for a man wipe it off with a tisue or paper towel when there are any number of willing catchers around that hunger for fresh hot seed. Thoughts?

Put me in the second category: I can be perfectly satisfied with one good breeding or I can be a total cumdump cunt for every hard and willing fucker/cum-donor that I can get.

Would enjoy helping you achieve your goal, Scorpio!

I can definitely relate. Happens all too often. Most of the hookup apps SUCK. Even BBRT has seen a rise in the number of posers that talk a good game but have no intention of following through. Have I ever flaked? No. Hell, no. If I say I’m gonna show, I show. Now once we meet up, if I get a totally skeevy feeling about the dude or he has grossly misrepresented himself, I will call him out on it and leave or ask the dude to leave. That has happened a very few handful of times. But I ALWAYS show, ON TIME, with the intent to fuck. Why do guys play that game? My thinking is that there are a great number of men with very low self esteem. And talking about, promising, or even arranging hookups they have no intention of going to somehow bolsters their ego. Pathetic.

When I bottom, I tend to stay hard most of the time...it’s just how my body responds. Of course, I totally ignore my cock as my entire focus should be on the Fucker using me. I’ve attempted, off and on, to work on my dick control as I would like my dick to be soft and worthless to further show my submission; but that has eluded me this far. When I top, I ignore the bottoms cock entirely and prevent him from touching himself throughout and after the fuck. For his pleasure should be derived from my satisfaction. At times, I will be generous and allow the bottom to stroke himself to cllimax - that is if the mood strikes me. Do I prefer fucking a soft dicked bottom? I’m starting to, yes. For awhile I would say I didn’t care either way as I would ignore it anyway. But over time, I have really started enjoying watching a bottoms soft dick jiggle around on his belly...his entire focus thus being on his boypussy pleasing my cock.

I just had a gang bang last Saturday night. Five dudes with differing cock sizes taking turns non-stop for over three hours. The soreness is part of the joy of power-bottoming. I fuck past it to a state of bliss. There is a transition point that occurs: My asshole distends out into a tender set of pussy lips. My insides swell, making it tighter all the way inside me, giving more sensation, pressure, and tightness for the entire shaft of every man that follows. I know some guys hate hearing it referred to this way, but I call it pussification. And for me, it is rapture. Once I’ve earned my asscunt, I can go all night with no soreness at all.

Perfectly phrased, bottonBBoi. I fucking EARNED that load and want it to “becum” part of me. One exception: When the fucker wants to felch my hole and feed his own cum back to me...but even then, the load stays in me. Sometimes at the baths, after taking a number of loads, I’ll get a dude (usually one who hasn’t fucked me) want to eat me out and swallow my loads. I tolerate that because it usually gets me more attention from more Tops...meaning I get more loads.

I’ve had plenty of luck on A4A. While there are plenty of lurkers there, there are more serious fuckers than most of the other sites.

I would never turn down a hard willing cock because of size - whether large or small. Been fucked by dudes with thumb size dicks and men with beer can meat. I’ve rejected plenty dudes I considered unattractive, but never because of cock size.

Small cocks are well-cum in me anytime.

Several unconventional places...take your pick: A back alley behind a dumpster - in a stairwell of a Las Vegas strip hotel - backstage during a piano recital - public mens room at the Maxwell House Hotel (good to the last drop!) - on a construction scaffold at night - gang shower at a campground - behind a highway rest area - sleeper in a big rig truck - and at an art show (I use the term loosely) while a goth lesbian with ratted out crimson hair read (more like spat out) feminist poetry.

Is it a turn on to have your fuckhole referred to as a pussy/cunt? Do you not care one way or the other? Do you hate it? - It is a huge turn -on for a Fucker to call my fuckhole pussy/cunt. Is your pussy/cunt your primary sex organ? - No. I am a natural switch. So my cock and my cunt are equals. When I fuck, I fuck with fury. When I bottom, I take it like a bitch. It is that duality that makes sex especially enjoyable for me. Do you have internal orgasms? - Yes. Do you like getting bitched out? - Hell, yes! Does your cock get hard when you are getting fucked or does it flop around like a useless appendage? - It stays hard most of the time. But I ignore it out of respect for the Fucker that is using me. Is there any point to getting fucked if you don't get the sacred sperm? - in a group scene, it’s OK. I understand that part of the fun is to fuck a lot of holes. The fun there is in earning the seed. When it’s one-on-one; I expect to get the load 100%.

I was attending the cocktail hour in the hospitality suite for a leather run in Atlanta, casually mixing and mingling. I noticed him the moment he walked in the room. He was early 50's, average height, tight body, balding, bearded, and greying. HOT! He moved through the space with a quiet confidence...not arrogance. This was a man in control of himself and his situation. I wanted time with that man. How to play it? I could tell he would not respond to being approached. No. I t had to happen organically...but nothing said I couldn't provide a gentle nudge. I played it cool and continued meeting and greeting the attendees. My orbits crossed his a couple of times and I gave him a look of interest, tempered with a slight smile. His face was stone. But eventually it happened. We found ourselves standing together. I introduced myself simply and with a firm handshake. He said his name was Ben. "My pleasure," I replied, holding his gaze. Minimal small talk ensued, however all the while his steel grey eyes revealing nothing. I told him I liked the way he moved. Even though he was in control of his reaction, I could tell he hadn't received that compliment before and that he appreciated hearing it. "Oh yes?" he asked, giving me an opportunity to speak with him a moment longer. I told him a real man says by the way he moves than by his words. How his silence speaks more than his words. Despite his best efforts, I could tell...I had read him correctly. But I was at risk of saying too much. I could tell he was ready to move on. And I didn't want to turn into a once attractive pest. So I dismissed myself with, "See you later Big Ben," accompanied by a look at his crotch, bestowing a knowing smile. There was some fun throughout the evening. As the early morning hours came around I moved just inside the door of the dark room, where I stripped to my jock and waited just to one side beyond the entrance. I ignored all the others coming and going, passing up some offers. I was content to wait and my patience paid off when he walked in. I didn't hesitate but pulled him to me and against the wall so only the left side of his face illuminated by the open doorway. I kissed him full tongue. He was responsive. I worked his jeans and hauled out a long FAT hooded cock. "I knew it was BIG BEN," I remarked as I hit my knees. I sucked him hard. His cock was very responsive, and within minutes it filled my mouth and my throat. It was MASSIVE. I gave that man my best deep throat suck. My eyes were tearing from the strain. He anchored my head with his hands, so effectively I wasn't sucking him, instead he was in control and fucking my face. Then, I saw it in the hold darkness: a beautiful scorpion tattoo just above and to the right of his fuck pole. Oh, fuck yeah. Now more than ever, I wanted this man inside me. To ride BIG BEN. I started laying down spit, coating his cock until it was dripping. And, when he gave me the chance, I got to my feet, turned around, hands against the wall, offering him my fuck hole. He didn't hesitate, driving his rod into my ass in one long slow stroke. I moaned and bent over more to give him full access. The man started fucking me with full fury. I was in pig heaven. His was relentless. I encouraged him urging "Yeah...piston fuck my hole, man! Fuck it like you own it!" He was long dick slap fucking me from behind like there was no tomorrow. Men gathered to watch him brutally fuck my ass cunt. Several men started jacking themselves, but none approached - the intensity and savagery of what they were witnessing would not allow it. “Tell me what you want!”, he yelled - intending both I and the audience would hear my answer. “Your cum. Please, breed me,” I replied in a full voice. His log-splitter was ripping my hole apart. The sound flesh slapping against flesh calling others to witness the inevitable. ”NO! Tell me what you REALLY want!” he commanded. ”OH FUCK! CLAIM ME WITH THAT DIRTY SEED, FUCKER! POZ MY FAGGOT CUNT!!” That did it. He let out a growl, his nails dug into my flesh, and he filled me with his toxic cum. His body shook, trembled. His cock still buried deep inside my ass. I felt the heat of fully charged seed planted deep in my guts. I felt him CHURN his seed with purpose...GRINDING it deeper into me...until he was satisfied. Satisfied in every way. Too soon, I felt his hands releasing me as his major meat ripped out of my hole, leaving me empty. I fell forward, against the wall, turned and slid down breathlessly. I looked up at this man who had just claimed my ass as his property. He was stuffing his fat cock back into his jeans. In the half light, I saw his cold steel eyes looking down at me impassively. His face was stone. A cipher evaluating his work...his dirty deed. Without another word, he stepped away. The gathered crowd parted as he exited the room. I never saw him again.

So many excellent comments...I agree with just about everything I’ve read. I feel a great sense of cum-unity with my fellow cumhole bottoms. One aspect I didn’t notice anyone comment on: You know how, after several fucks and breedings, your reach down and can feel your fuckhole has gotten puffy and distended? THAT moment bends my mind. I call it getting my pussy. I finger my pussylips and finger my hole - a gift I give myself. It is like a metamorphosis has occurred and I am “made hole”. It is rapture.

Your fantasy, FJLinNYC, is EXACTLY like mine. Straight guys taking turns on my ass, high-fiving, egging each other on, using me like meat, while the others watch the game or come and go from the fuckroom. Yeah...this is the fantasy I’d like to live out. And I totally would do it too.

Total cum junkie here. When I cum outside of another mans mouth or cunt, I always swallow every drop of my own seed. NEVER WASTE CUM.

When I am getting fucked, I take the cock until the fucker is done using me and I have earned his load up my cunt. It NEVER occurs to me to touch my cock while getting pounded as my focus should always be on making my pussy and the fuckers cock feel good so that the he will fuck me hard and breed me deep. Having said that, there are occasions when a fucker will jack me off (his fuck - his rules) or will cause me to shoot a (rare) hands-free load. In either circumstance, I can and do continue unabated...I am always ready to receive a hard cock in me and the chance to earn a load of cum up my guts.

Once a fuckhole bends over and takes a hard cock up his cunt, he gives up control until the top is done. Full stop.

Let me put it this way...speaking ONLY for myself: If there is anything hotter than tattooed redneck trash swapping loads; I haven’t see it yet.

Fucked and been fucked by several men who claimed to be straight - most of them married to women. Given they were both fucking me and taking my cook up their asscunts, it would be a real stretch to say any one of them was 100% straight. I guess it doesn’t really make sense to try to apply labels anymore.

I seem to be with the majority of Replies here. For me, once I embraced my inner pig; I let go of shame and false modesty. I am a bareback cumpig. I fuck to breed. I get fucked to be bred. And anyone that wants to watch can pull up a chair.

I’m good with being called a slut/pig/whore by the fucker using me. It gets me hot. It gets them hot. It intensifies the fuck. It gets me a bigger load. Everybody wins. And, of course, it’s also accurate.

Yes. Every time. Once you let me in bare, you accept that you will be loaded.