ChainedBoy

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.

Not in the slightest. One of the best fuck sessions I’ve ever had was from a guy whose cock was the size of my thumb. As long as the fucker is there to use and breed me, I’m good.

In my view, once a fuckhole agrees to take a raw cock - he has consented for receive the load. CUM INSIDE ALWAYS.

I was out of town on business. Of course, I stopped in at the baths. It was half price lockers and rooms that night. So even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. I had a lot of fun. Sucked a couple of cocks, got fucked by a so-so guy...just to get things going, and fucked a couple of willing holes in the steam room. But I held my nut. Still, I was feeling very randy and my inhibitions, if I had any by that point, were fully suppressed. I had just finished fucking a boy and headed to the shower. And there he was...barrel chested, massive arms, broad shoulders, a bit shorter than me, red hair, blue eyes, MAJOR beard, and random tattoos EVERYWHERE that seemed to float above his pale skin. Stunning. And the fucker had a damn thick fucktool hanging between his legs and HUGE balls. Just scorching hot. He was standing there in the shower rinsing off and chatting-up who I assume was either his buddy or his most recent fuck. I wasted no time. None. Too much competition around for me to play it cool. He didn't even see me walk into the shower area. I walked directly up to him and grabbed his fat swinging meat. He turned to me. And before he could say a damn thing, I leaned in close, eye to eye, and said "Room 221...NO LIMITS. ANYTHING you fuckin want!". I held his cock and his gaze for a moment longer, letting him know I meant what I said. The look in his eyes and the feel of his fuckpole told me my message had been received. I turned and walked away before he could say a word. I went back to my room and waited. Stroking my cock in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long before he walked in, his towel dropped to the floor and so did I. I hit my knees and sucked his beautiful thick meat. He seemed to like it, but it wasn't getting him too hard. Abruptly, he turned around, put one foot up on the mattress and parted his ass. NOT what I had expected. But OK. I started licking his freshly washed fuckhole. Pink, tender, and oh so warm. I rarely eat ass, but this guy made me want it. (His being freshly washed certainly helped.) "Fuck, man - put it in me" he growled. OK...not what I was looking for, but also not a problem. As I had laid down some good spit and I was rock hard, I slid right in and pushed my entire weight against his. Be began cursing me. Actually growling. Ordering me to get on with it. Commanding me fuck him. So I did. Oh yeah...I did... I fucked him standing, bent over, legs up and a couple of other ways I cant even remember. And as I fucked him he became super hard. All the while cursing me out like a sailor. The more I long dicked him, the filthier his language, and the harder he got. And I mean, that cock was hard as steel - a nine inch wrecking bar. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me. Quite violently, really. Then pulled me up to him. There was fire in his eyes. “Gonna pound your fuckin’ cunt!”. He spit those words at me. “Understand?!”, it was NOT a question. He smacked me hard across the face. I was stunned for a moment. He took control of my body; with absolute authority he pushed me to my knees on the rack. “Gonna split your fuckin pussy!”, he hissed as he brought his cock up my crack. I had no time to lube his cock or my hole. In a hot second he punched himself into me and was all-out pounding my hole from behind with THE HARDEST DAMN COCK I've ever taken. Sweat providing the only lube I would get. I was breathless. Overwhelmed. Pinned down by his steel rod pistoning into me without mercy, I flailed under him. He got loud - I got loud. He got louder. My senses were overwhelmed. I was sweating like I never had. The room was an oven. I opening the door. I was getting the fuck of my life and I needed to be seen...seen being used like meat. The doorway quickly filled with admirers. “Game On, Fuckhole!”, he sneered wickedly at me as his holewrecking intensifed. And he absolutely ravaged, RAVAGED, my cunt...viciously fucking me. Urgently, savagely - like a piece of meat - he yelled out “You like this, fuckhole? You like being used like a BITCH?!” He was a man posessed. He was assaulting my hole. Angry fucking with a vengeance I had never experienced. I fought to catch my breath. He slapped my ass - HARD. This was an animal charging up my hole. A force of nature, unstoppable. His rail splitter destroying my cunt. "THIS WHAT YOU WANT? THIS HOW YOU NEED IT?!”, he yelled. “Yeah...yeah...use it...take me...breed me...”, I stammered. My hole being absolutely wrecked. ”Oh you’re gonna get it, fuckhole....and you’re gonna get SOOO MUCH MORE!” As those words passed his lips, a long string of precum practically poured out of my turgid cock. I moaned at the prospect of this animal charging up my cunt. “Do it, fucker! Do it! CHARGE ME UP!!” I cried...I begged. ”You want it?! YOU WANT MY TOXIC LOAD, FUCKHOLE?!” I could tell he was barely holding it back. ”DO IT, FUCKER! PAINT MY GUTS! POZ. MY. FUCKIN. CUNT!” That’s all he needed. He dug his fingers into my flesh and he let loose an primal yell as he filled my wrecked pussy with his toxic load. Over and over he spasmed and spunked inside me. He churned his cream into me. Then he leaned in and growled in my ear, “I just fuckin’ POZZED your ass”. And that’s all it took - for the first time (in a long time) I shot a hands free load. Mind blown. I was gone. We, both of us, fell onto the rack - panting. My hole destroyed and distended. Wrecked. Beleive it or not, a smattering of applause came from the half dozen of so men watching at the door. We both had forgotten about them. “Thank you...thank you...don’t forget to tip your waitress!”, I announced as I closed the door. We had a really good laugh at that. An honest hearty bellylaugh. He was smiling sweetly through the thicket of his beard. The demon that had destroyed my hole was gone. The fire in his eyes was quenched - now a beautiful cool blue. My god he was beautiful. He pulled me against him. We lay there catching our breath. He ran his fingers on my wrecked, distended pussy...making me moan...making me whimper. We chatted awhile. Turns out; he is a natural top, actually hates getting fucked. His cursing me out? Not a show. But he can only get hard enough to fuck if he's been fucked first. Takes all kinds, huh? I told him how hot he looked in the shower, how fucking majestic his cock is, and how awesome a fucker he is. He actually blushed at that. This bull of a man BLUSHED at a compliment. Wow. All the while, his finger circled my pussylips...absently...like he owned it. And in fairness, he had every right to do so, for this bull of a man had claimed it like NO man ever had. He told me about his tats. He said he liked to my no nonsense attitude and complimented me for not pussying out on my no limits promise. That he rarely got to go balls out savage like he just had with me. He said that sheepishly. I thanked him for the recharge. He liked hearing that. After awhile, we stood...there was that awkward moment when he was about to leave. And then, he leaned in and kissed me for the first and only time...tenderly. His hand, that earlier had felt like a vise, softly caressing my face. It was a sublime moment. And then I watched as he walked down the hall, his towel draped over his right shoulder...the bare bulbs overhead causing his red hair to intermittently blaze, and his perfect white cheeks to glow as he passed under each one before turning the corner and disappearing. Neither of us asked the others’ name. I still think of my Red Bull.

I’ll tell ya - between those damn privacy dividers and guys being “urinal huggers”, it’s rare to see a cock in the men’s room anymore. So I’ve taken the initiative: Whenever I take a piss, I stand back from the urinal a half step further back than needed, but not so far back that it looks off. Allowing any dude that wants to get a good look. I also make sure I piss hands free (hands on hips, in my pockets, or working my cell phone) and that I’ve stroked myself to a semi state so that I show well. My experience has been that at least a good third of dudes will at least take a quick look. And a handful will similarly position themselves to show off to me.

Once a man offers one of his holes for an Alpha Fucker to use, he gives up control over what happens. He is a cumsleeve for the Fuckers cock. Period.

Whether I’m the top or the bottom...my answer is the always same: Breed beats Feed.

Anyone that knows me knows that I bareback. Why is that? Because EVERYONE barebacks.

Speaking ONLY for myself: When I suck cock, I have one of two objectives... 1. Usually, it’s to get the guy hard & hot enough to fuck & breed me. 2. Sometimes, I just want to be fed a hot load. There have been times I’ve opened my mouth to receive a hot load and the cock never touched my lips. Similarly, when I get my cock sucked, I wanna fuck the dude or cum down his throat. I get that for a lot of guys the suck is a much greater source of pleasure...guess I’m not wired that way.