ChainedBoy

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.

I fell asleep ass up in a bathhouse once and woke to find some dude mounting my asscunt. It was hot. I had no problem with it. Certainly the setting had a lot to do with it.

A true submissive does not think of his cock while being pounded...much less touch it in any way. He should be focused on the DOM and his cock. I’m seeing a general agreement in the comments regarding that. So what about the sub having or not having an erection? If the sub doesn’t - I do see that as a well trained sub that had learned to channel all his sexual energy int his hole. And yes, I have felt a difference during the fuck. Their asscunt is more active because their sexual attention is more highly focused on the cock in their cunt. It is very satisfying to see the bottoms soft cock jiggling about while I pound him. But this level of self discipline is rare. If the sub does get hard (either intermittently or throughout the fuck) - I ignore it, of course - and expect them to do the same. If they succeed in doing so throughout the fuck, I will compliment them afterwards on their “forebearance”. While I have fucked some amazing ass, I know that their focus has been divided during the fuck. Do I let the any bottom cum in my presence after I’m done using them? No. Nor should they want to. They can jack off later. Self-Disclosure: I am a switch in service as a submissive to a DOM TOP in an open relationship. And while I try to stay soft when getting fucked by my Sir, I have not mastered that skill. I believe my duality (as a switch) will prevent me from mastering full cock control when I bottom. I am always in awe of the true 100% sub bottoms dick control.

Given the progression you described, he sounds like he may have designs on you for forced feminization. Don’t get me wrong - there have been several times when I’ve referred to my hole as pussy or a cunt. And done so to bottoms. To me these are power plays - shorthand for dominant and submissive. But his asking you if you are ready for “training” suggests a program for change of his design with an end desired result. Essentially, a change in self identification. In your post you describe yourself as “...naturally pretty hairless...slight and have a smallish dick”. These physical attributes may be what he perceives makes you a good choice for his plan. But you go on to say you are “...still very much a male”. This comment leads me to believe you don’t care to identify as feminine. You may want to check in with him as what his intentions and expectations are before you proceed. Failure to do so may lead to disappointment on his part, humiliation on your part, or worse.

When I hit the bath house or host a hotel party: It’s all about quantity. I’m there to get as many cocks and loads in me as I can. A shameless CUMRAG. A public CUMDUMPSTER. One on one: I’m more of a switch. Just as likely to be a top as a bottom. And that fuck is gonna be quality all the way.

A loose hole is just more fun to play with.

This started at a hole-in-the-wall neighborhood bar near downtown. This is a bar where MEN go to meet MEN. I ordered a beer, and was taking in the scene. The bar wasn't particularly busy, but it was still somewhat early, so I found a stool at the bar and settled in the wait, all the while admiring the hunky bartender. Initially I didn't notice the guy take the stool next to mine. He was an somewhat older fella, in his late 50's to early 60's, lean, grey for days; the Sam Elliot type. Somehow we introduced ourselves. His voice was, just like Elliot's, as gravelly as a country road, and his face was a roadmap of a hard life lived. This was a guy with a lot of mileage. Oh yeah, I was interested. Soon enough, I was in his house, naked, on my knees as he stood over me, unbuttoning his jeans to reveal a dirty jock. I started to pull it down, slowly revealing that beautiful biohazard tattoo above his bush. My jaw fell open. I locked onto his black eyes as his hard cock hit my chin. And I took him onto my mouth. The smell and taste of musk and sweat was intoxicating. He watched me service his cock like the submissive slut I was. I looked up at his face, at a look of entitlement and superiority. Yeah. He had that right. He was verbal too. Good and filthy. Told me exactly how to service his cock, his balls, how to work his nips. With that gravel voice, he called me his bitch, telling me directly "I'm gonna fuck your pussy, boy. I'm gonna seed you," and later "You know what you're gettin' tonight, boy? You want what I've got?" I shuddered and gasped, my cock and hole twitched in response. I stared at that tat above his rod and heard myself say,"Yes...please, please, I want it. I want it from you." I swallowed hard and bowed my head. He stepped away and finished undressing, "Show me your boy pussy", he growled. I responded instantly. With my knees on the edge of the bed, I spread my ass apart and showed him my cunt. The fucker dove in. He ate me out. Oh god, he was good. I felt his talented tongue. I felt the rasp of his mustache. His calloused hands. His fingers playing with my hole as he mumbled something unintelligible. Yeah, he had me moaning. This was happening, now. I had stepped off the ledge. There was no turning back. He was strong. He flipped me over. He lifted my legs and delivered them to me to hold. "Yeah...lift those legs in the air. Show me that pussy." I lifted them higher. He took in the scene. A look of satisfaction passed his face. In that moment, I knew I had become his bitch. Spitting on his hand, he coated his uncut meat. I watched as he kissed my hole with his ample wet foreskin. He looked me in the eye, and he pushed his raw cock deep into me. He held it there, allowing me to adjust to his girth, his heat. Absently, I murmured, "My pussy. Please...fuck my pussy...fuck my pussy...please, fuck my pussy." Over and over, barely a whisper, I said it. For in that moment, my fuckhole had become just that; a pussy to be bred. His cock hardened even more inside me. And he fucked me like he owned it. He fucked me legs up like the bitch I had become. And I swear to you; I felt whole. Abandoned to my base instincts. A stupid smile took residence on my face. I had given it all to him. For his part, he was pumping. Full bore drilling. Sweat dripping off of him and onto me. I felt him start to tense. His head fell back. And he roared as he shot inside me. I swear I felt every volley of cum course from his hairy balls, through his veiny cock, and I to my cum hungry cunt. Without having touched myself, I began to cum on my belly. Not in shots, but like a slow faucet. We both watched as it poured from me like syrup. He ground himself into me...for a good long time, churning his sick seed into me until he was satisfied. Then he slowly slid his cock out, and replaced it with two of his fingers. I felt his ragged nails scrape along inside me. I was about to yelp. "Shhhhh...There ya go!", he hissed, adding "Need to make sure, don't we?" He smiled sadistically at me, "Don't we?" It was too much to bear. I choked-out a yell as my cock spewed out yet another load. He held his fingers before me, slimed with cum and tinged with red. "Oh, yeah, beautiful. Verrrrry promising." My whole body convulsed at the realization. I honestly don't remember what happened immediately afterwards. I don't remember dressing. I don't remember driving back to my hotel. The next thing I knew I was standing in the shower in my hotel room and watching, transfixed, as the water would occasionally turn a soft pink as it swirled down the floor drain....

Cruel - yes...deliciously so. But I assure you: He wanted to get fucked.