ChainedBoy

Bareback fucking and hole breeding already is the norm. I don't remember the last time I saw a condom in use at a bathhouse or tricking with a dude who even had one in the house.

This really expresses it best for me. Well said, hawwkan.

Jake wold fuck me every once in a while. Usually when he couldn't get pussy. He was bi, former Navy, tattooed, unapologetic white trash. Oh, and he had a huge cock. I loved taking his bare dick up my ass. It hurt so fuckin good. I get a text from him at 1 in the morning: "GET YER FAGGOT ASS OVER HERE" This is how it usually went. I was good with it. I dress and head over...arriving minutes later. I know to simply enter without knocking. I see Jake and another guy chillin in living room. The smell of pot in the air, and at least a dozen empty bottles of MGD around them. "Roy - this is my cumpig." Yeah, that's Jake's classy way of introducing me to his friends. I know not to speak. Roy was a hot cub. Broad shoulders, beer gut, full sleeves, beard. Nice, And based on the look of contempt on his face; straight. Turns out, they're former shipmates. "Strip, pig!" Jake orders, I obey. I always obey. In seconds I am naked, on my knees, and crawling over to Jake. "See? What did I tell ya?" Jake says to his buddy, "Got this bitch trained." I unzip Jake's jeans and take his semi-hard cock in my mouth the way I know he likes. Jake has a fuckin awesome cock. It's big, veiny, and leaks precut like a garden hose. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see Roy take a long draw of his beer as he watches me service his buddy. Jake stands and strokes his cock to full hardness. I turn and give up my fuckhole. Jake spits on my hole, rubs his leaky cock up and down my crack and plunges in. I moan like the whore I am. I see Roy sitting there, his face is made of stone...as is the bulge that is growing in his jeans. "Damn nice piece of ass, bro. Check it out," he says as he turns me so Roy can see his big dick plowing me. "You like that, bitch? My big dick fuckin your pussy?", said Jake as he thumped me head with his right hand. I know better than to answer. He isn't really talking to me. After awhile, Jake pulled out and gives my bare ass a hard slap. "Go on. Go suck my buddies dick!" I crawl over to Roy and work his jeans. He offered no resistance. I fish out his fat stubby dick and go down on it. I see his dead eyes light up as I bottom out on his fat pole. I make sure he get a nice suck job. I'm down there a good ten minutes all the while, Jake's encouraging Roy, talking up my skills as a cocksucker and how my pussy is even better. It's working. Roy is playing along. He has done whatever mental gymnastics he needed to do to accept what was happening and what was about to happen. With of snap of Jake's fingers, I take my place bent over the arm of the sofa, ass up, face down. "Go ahead, bro...fuck that pussy!" Roy stood dropped trou, and thrust his fat cock in my ass. I'm diggin this. Ive got a hot, straight man fucking my hole bareback. For the first time since I arrived, Roy speaks: "Damn...damn, that is a hot fuckin' cunt, bro!" There is something perfect about being spoken of casually by others as a piece of fuckmeat. I never get tired of it. "Yeah it is", Jake replied, "Go ahead, bro...fuckin' breed that pussy!". Jake says encouragingly. Roy is trippin' on that. He really starts pounding me. "Oh fuck! Gonna cum! GONNA. FUCKIN'. CUM!", Roy growls as he pounds my hole harder, faster, deeper. "Fuckin' A! Go for it...breed that worthless cunt!", Jake yells. "Oh, shit! Oh, SHIT! OHHH SHHHHHIIIIITTT", Ray bellowed as he dumped his babies into me. It had to have been a massive load...I could feel it spilling out around his fat cock, down my taint and onto my balls. Roy was in bliss. He absently churned his cream in me. "Alright!", Jake exclaimed, bringing Roy back to reality. "How was your first faggot cunt, bro?", he asked. "Damn bud,,,you weren't kidding....Shit. That really is some good fuckin pussy, man.", he commented as he pulled his softening cock out of me - leaving me hollowed out. I immediiately hit my knees again and lovingly started cleaned Roy's softening bone with my tongue. "The hell?...Ohhhh daaaaamn!", Roy exclaimed, "I've NEVER had a bitch clean me off - EVER!", Roy sighed as he allowed me the honor of cleaning his cock of his precious seed and my ass juices. Jake and Roy exchanged a high-five and slumped back on the sofa. "Thanks, man - I fuckin needed that!" Roy said to Jake as he lit up another joint. Jake gave me a glance that said he was done using me. Without a word, I dressed and left. "I am Jake's cumpig. I am Jake's cumpig. I am Jake's cumpig" I repeated this to myself as I drove home with a crooked smile on my face.

This happened years ago. I had gone out find a hole to fuck and breed. Yep. Plain and simple. There were several men out that weekend. But I just could not land one. As the night wore on, there he was, on the margins, always looking my way. Nice enough looking: late 30's, average height, a little heavy, cute, a bit reserved. But I saw something in his eyes...a hunger for cock. For cum. For more than he had experienced before. My testosterone levels must have been through the roof. Because soon enough, we were at his apartment, naked. He, servicing my hard cock. Me using his throat. Holding the back of his head down on me. Using him for my pleasure. And him enjoying every bit of it. His stubby dick, which I refused to let him touch...at least not yet...dripping for release. I made it damn clear I was POZ, that I was gonna fuck him bareback and that I would NOT pull out. I could see desire and apprehension in his face. But I've learned how to heighten the first while leveraging the latter. I knew he was enjoying the idea of danger. Intoxicating. So I upped the ante with rough, POZ talk. After a good bit of foreplay, I had him on his side, me behind him. Holding him tightly to me as I grunted breathy, filthy words into his ear. Telling him not to worry, how he shouldn't deny himself anymore. My very hard cock grinding at his back door. He was breathless, speechless with excitement. The key to a good fuck is to fuck the bottoms mind first. I made him say he wanted my cock in him. That he wanted me raw. Then I distracted him; I made him refer to his hole as a pussy. As a cunt, made for cock and seed. I had him beg me to fuck his pussy. My hard cock kept knocking insistently at his hole. I told him how I knew what he needed. That I could the hunger in his eyes, a hunger he had denied himself feeding his whole life. I told him that I would give him what he needed, what he craved...but first I would some lube. I felt him attempt to move towards the bottle on the nightstand. I did not allow it. "No, no." I guided his hand to his stubby dick. "Jack yourself off", I ordered. He complied. "Good boy. That's it...Now, you had better cum big...and do you know why?" He was unable to respond, for he was jacking furiously in anticipation of what I was about to say. "Because I'm gonna use your own cum for lube. You want that don't you?" Again, no reply - his breath growing more shallow, more rapid. I was drunk with power. He was under me complete control. And when he was just about to do so, I ordered him to, "CUM NOW!" He came as ordered. "You're gonna want to catch every drop, boy." I sneered as he came into his hand. His whole body convulsing. I released him just enough for him to move him cummy hand to his fuckhole. He shamelessly slathered himself and my cock with his own seed. "Thats right..lube up that pussy for me." The whole room smelled of cum. I pulled him even tighter towards me as my now urgently hard cock penetrated him in one long thrust. He yelped. "Is this what you wanted?" No reply. Just his gasps. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!" I barked. "YES!!", he cried. "My raw, POZ cock in your worthless cunt?!". He was shaking by this point. I could see him trying to form words. "Answer me.", I insisted. "Yes...yes...", he whispered. So I got my fuck on. Oh yeah, I. Got. My. Fuck. On. And I pounded his hole with one arm around still wrapped tightly his chest and the other around his neck. There is something oddly satisfying about watching a man struggle to breathe while I fuck him. There's a moment when you can see the desire for mix with panic. You can sense it like a presence in the room. If you've ever experienced it, you know. "Tell me what you want.", I said. No reply. "Say it....say it.", I persisted while longdicking him . "Oh god...OH GOD" he cried. I laughed and sneered, "Oh no, fuckhole...god can't help you now. That time has cum and gone....funny thing is...in a couple of minutes, I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna cum..and then I'm gonna go. But first, I need to hear you ask for it." He was barely holding together now. "Say it.", I insisted as I intensified my pounding. He started to mumble words. "SAY IT!" I commanded - barely able to forestall myself from cumming. "OH, FUCK...OH FUCK! PLEASE, BREED ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED! PAINT MY GUTS! I NEED IT! POZ ME!!!" He bellowed. That was when the flood gates opened and two weeks of charged seed filled his boypussy. I howled with release as I churned my sick cream into him. That satisfying cumsloppy fucksound I do so enjoy filled the room. I stayed in him as long as I could, grinding my toxic load into him. He whimpered as my softening cock slimed out of his oozing cunt. Only then did I release my hold on him. When I was done. And he lay there panting...used in the way I wanted to use him. I got up, wiped off, and dressed. All the while, he lay there panting. The realization of what had happened just starting to dawn on him. I stood there a moment, taking in the sight of this piece of meat I had used. A bead of my toxic seed dribbled down the crease between his thigh and his asscheek. A wicked smile took residence on my face. The time for words was done. I simply left, stepping out into the cool night air. It felt damn good.

I can't remember ever asking a Fucker to be gentle or go slow. In fact, a powerful single thrust while entering me...the type that takes my breath away, that causes a bead of cold sweat on my brow, that makes me grit my teeth and grip the sheets is always preferred as it sets the tone for what is to cum.

Everyone had seen this same little muscle boy at the baths dozens of times. Young, beautiful body, perfect bubble butt. Oh, and he knew it too. You know the type: Teasing all the older men in the place. Promising to put out and then scampering away. There is an unspoken brotherhood that developed among some of us. We were all sick of this little shit. Somewhere in the back of our collective unconscious, we knew there would come a reckoning... And then came that fateful night. Pretty boy was there, playing his usual game the whole night. But this night would go very differently for him. He had wandered into the darkroom. As he went from one man to the next...playing his little game...the guy next to me who pretty boy had been teasing grabbed the boys wrist. He tried to get away. But another pair of hands took hold of him..to my surprise, they were my hands holding him in place. He started to yell - and from the fray, a third put of towel over his mouth. In an instant, it was on. Everyone knew what was going to happen. Under cover of darkness, pretty boy wa taken to the open fuckbench at the back of the room. All the while, he fought us. Somehow, his doing so made my cock all the harder. There were five of us holding him down on the fuckbench. One man on each extremity, one straddling his back and holding the towel over his mouth to muffle the sound. And another lubing up his cock. For the first time ever I was thankful for the too loud club music blasting over the speakers, drowning out his muffled cries. The man sitting on the boys back said, "You played your game once too often, pretty boy. If you're gonna tease - you're gonna please!" As he said this, the one standing spit on the boys hole. And with that, the first of us plunged his raw meat into the boy. The die had been caste. We could not turn back. We moved with quickly, efficiently, and a collective purpose. Each of us would take turns hate-tucking that boy, trading off holding his arms and legs down for a turn at his open cunt. Other men would enter and leave the darkroom. Each assuming it was a scene that had been arranged. Some watched and jacked off. It was theater in the round. That made it all the hotter. I was 5th in line. By that time, he wasn't putting up much of a fight anymore. His cumsloppy hole was beyond loose. Gaping is what it was. Yeah, I fucked his distended pussy. I added my dirty seed to the four that had cum before me. Three of which I knew for a fact were also POZ. Number six had been the vocal one sitting on the boys back - talking smack the whole time. He slipped his cock into the boys mawing cunt. "Shit! Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. Worthless! Boy, your hole isnt wrecked....", Six said as he jacked himself, "...it's fuckin CONDEMNED..." and with that he plunged his cock back in to unload inside, "...in more ways than one!!", he growled. I almost felt sorry the the little shit...almost. And when Six was done, we all stood around pretty boys limp body and observed this wreckage beneath us as it slipped down to the floor and in and out of consciousness. With that, it was done. We all filed out of the room and went different directions. Pretty boy would never be seen there again. And no, nothing came of it. No police response. No ambulance. We played it cool, leaving over the course of the next couple of hours. We assume pretty boy peeled himself off the floor, cleaned up and left. Over the weeks that followed, the six of us would see each other from time to time. Maybe we would give a barely perceptible nod or a tiny, knowing smile. I guess it's true; you never know what darkness you are capable of until the beast within is provoked.

There is such a thing as fuckskill. Wielding a hard cock and using a fuckhole with true command and control is an art. Some young guys have it, but my experience has been that a good amount in mileage generally makes a for a better top.

Nothing says man-cunt like the sound of a cum-sloppy, used hole! :@)

Balls deep. Every stroke. Don't care how long you are, I need it all in me.

I'm usually hard when I'm getting fucked, but I NEVER touch it out of submission to the Fucker using me. When I top, I don't give a damn about the bottoms cock. The fuck and the breeding is all that matters.

A cock stops being a cock when you put a condom on it. I refuse to either wear one or allow one in my fuckhole.

Whether I'm topping or bottoming, my preference would always be for a group scene. As a top; I enjoy showing off my big cock and my fuckskill. Also like being able to back off and take a break, let a fellow fucker use the hole awhile. There can be a camaraderie among fuckers. Egging one another on. The collective purpose. The sexual energy really works for me. As the bottom; I get off on being the cummunal meat. The thing to be used, abused, seeded. The thrill of cock after cock - load after load. The surrender to my basest instinct. There is a moment during a gang bang when I've taken so much cock up my fuckhole that it distends slightly....I love that moment...that's when my hole becums a pussy. I've shot a load from just reaching down and running my fingers around my swollen pussylips. That's usually the point of no return; when the blind hunger for more cock overwhelms me and I becum a total cumdumpster for all cummers. It is rapture.

Fuckrogerbb is right...once you have experienced deep breeding, given in to your inner cumpig as you have...you can't go back. Covered cock will NEVER satisfy you. Condoms will seem alien and wrong. The hunger will build within you. And every breeding will only make you hungry for more. An insatiable desire that will drive you the rest of your days. Soon, you will be in The Brotherhood...and you will be Reborn. I am very happy for you.

My thoughts exactly. I couldn't have put it better.

Anything that makes the fuck hotter, the cock harder, and the load bigger is fine by me. As a side note: When I've fucked str8 guys on the DL, they've ALL loved me calling their hole a cunt/pussy. In fact, most have initiated it.

Short version: Went up to MNPLS for the weekend. Took one load down my throat while my partner bred me deep. Long version: I posted a party ad on BBRT saying cumdump for use at airport hotel. Of the 17 requests, 9 had profiles that said they were bottoms. Seriously? Do these guys even read the ads? Of the 8 invited, only one shows. One. Rant version: What the actual fuck?! What is it with guys asking to attend a pump & dump with no intent to show up? Is this a thing now? What do these guys get out of asking for an invitation, getting the details, and then not showing? Any insights you guys can share would be appreciated.

Had a crazy hot experience with a guy I can share... hooked up with a guy in Chicago. Hot as hell, hung as fuck, and HUGE balls that hung most of the way to his knees. I could not take my eyes or my mouth off of them. And he clearly loved the attention I was giving em. Then, to make sure I got the full BIG NUT SACK experience, he fucked me standing up, with my legs spread wide and my hands on his fireplace mantle. Every thrust has his ballsack swinging under me and hitting me on the FRONT of my balls. The dude could fuck...but that ball-to-ball slapping made that an EPIC fuck! I'll never forget that fuck. And yes, I got his cumload in me.

One-on-one, yes - to a degree. I gotta not be repulsed by what I see, you know? But in a group setting, like a bath house, after the first two or three cocks - once my cum hungry pig has been awakened; I take on all cummers.... if you have a dick that gets hard and a load to give me; I want it.

This one is hard to answer. My first time raw was with my fuckbud. I knew his seed was toxic but he had a big, angry cock and he knew how to use it. Back then I was a condom nazi (yeah...I can barely recall that time of my life now) and I would insist he wear one. He never complained about it either...guess I was a good enough lay that he put up with my nonsense. Then, one day, mid-fuck...something switched in my head. He had pulled out briefly to reposition my hole...and I reached down to his cock and, instead of making sure the condom was secure, I pulled it off and guided his veiny cock back to my boyhole. And it was then that I had my first real fuck. Prior to that moment, I realized every fuck I had gotten had been a lie. All those cocks might as well have been dildos pegging me. For the first time, I felt every vein in his majestic cock. I felt the heat of skin to skin contact. I felt the edge of his cockhead. And I felt the rapture of his hot cum painting my guts. I experienced true Cumjoy. I never went back to condoms. In time, I received his sacred Gift. Because of him, I am the shameless pig I am today. He became my brother. I don't see him very often anymore as he moved half a state away; but we have a union unlike any other.

So most bb porn movies show the cum shot (fucker pulls out, starts to cum on the hole, then plunges back in). Hot to watch, but who actually does this when they fuck a hole? Have any fuckers had the fuckhole request this? Top or bottom; deep breeding followed by a good bit of cumchurn is my preference.

I think I may have a different insight into your question... When I'm at the baths, or otherwise looking to get fucked and loaded my multiple men; I usually start by going for what's hot to me. But after a couple of loads, my inner pig takes over and all I want is more dick and more loads. Soon enough, I turn into an absolute public cumdumpster. So try starting with what turns you on - you may be surprised to find that your inner pig takes over and lets you be in the moment.

Sub tops are boring.

Riding cock - dude flat on the bed - doesn't work for me. Never has. I want the fucker to FUCK me. To thrust himself into me. To USE me. To take his pleasure in his command and control over me. To breed me with force and vigor. I never want to control any aspect of the fuck.

When I'm taking it up the ass, I'm a shameless insatiable pig. and if the top wants to call my hole a cunt or a boy pussy, I'm gonna play that up and FUCKIN OWN IT. Why? Three reasons: because it makes the fuck hotter, the cock harder, and the load bigger. If you ever needed motivation to get over yourself and become the BITCH the fucker needs you to be; there it is.

I was in an open relationship for 20 years. It ended only because my husband died of brain cancer. Five years later, I remarried, and again - ours is an open, loving relationship. Let me attempt to answer your questions... 1. Why would anyone want a open relationship? - There are any number of reasons...one may have a higher sex drive than the other, or one may have a medical condition inhibits their ability to engage in sex. Or perhaps they are not sexually compatible ( NEWSFLASH: You can be in love with a person and not be sexual). Or perhaps they are horny fuckers. There's a countless reasons, any and all of which are valid for a given person or couple. 2. Why do it seem like most of the time there is a lack of something in the relationship that leads to the open relationship? - Because you are only looking at the surface. You are seeing what those people want you to see..or you are using your own life filter to perceive that relationship in terms you understand. Your perception is not necessarily others' reality. 3. Why wouldn't it be better to just be single? - For you, perhaps. But obviously not for others. One can love and be in love and still have sex with others. 4. Do you ever feel like you're in competition with people your partner meet? - Not even once. Love is an emotional bond. Sex is a physical act that CAN BE BUT IS NOT NECCESARILY an expression of love. Certianly, some people insecure in their relationship may feel this way at times. This requires both parties to openly discuss and adhere to ground rules. And when these feelings crop up; have an open and honest dialog about it, 5. How would you feel if you partner seems to enjoy someone else more than you, to the point you maybe losing your partner to them? - I can see how this could be a concern. I would check my perceptions against reality. How? By talking about my perceptions in exactly those terms. "My Perceptions". - Jealousy is like rust on a car. It starts small and, if ignored, it spreads until it corrodes everything. But proper maintenance prevents and eliminates any corrosion for affecting the metal.