ChainedBoy

On 1/10/2012 at 4:45 PM, Pig Bottom said:

I usually lose interest in a few minutes. Unless I happen to run in to an exceptional cock.

Totally with you Pig Bottom. My primary goals in cocksucking are to either get the cock heated up enough to fuck and breed me or to get fed a hot creamy load. After several minutes, I’m ready for one or the other.

And yeah - I’ve walked away from a hard cock because the guy wouldn’t follow through and was stalling to get an extended suck session. 

I’ve taken some monster cock. All the way up to a genuine, honest-to-god WRIST THICK FOOTLONG DONG. You have to want that monster cock, need it, CRAVE IT. Open your mind and your body will follow.

How do I convince a guy to let me fuck him bareback?

I don’t bother trying. Plenty of other willing holes that crave my cock and seed.

No question: Filthy talk intensifies the fuck.

A master Top knows that you gotta fuck with the bottoms head to get the most out of the bottoms pussy.

Natural male pattern baldness is sexy as hell. Though I REALLY get off on a fully shaved head.

So yeah, I have a bald/shaved head fetish...ESPECIALLY when you add a beard to the mix. Wooooof!!!

Done it a couple of times...like so many things, the idea of it is hotter than the reality. IMHO - it’s a lot of work for marginal payoff. I’d much rather be spit roasted that DP’d.

I’m a sucker for shaved heads, long beards, and tats. 

I’m a basics kinda guy: Naked works best for me...though I do enjoy fucking a guy wearing a jock.

Interesting question. I’ve fucked and been fucked by several men who have been married to women and/or otherwise self-identified as straight (or mostly straight).

Is the sex with them hotter? Not per se. At some level, the fact that a straight identifying dude is fucking my hole or taking my cock plays into the whole “forbidden fruit” taboo...but if the guy is boring, or sucks at it: that ONE aspect (“straight guy sex”) fails to overcome the negatives in my book.

However, I can see a person developing a fetish for such encounters...in which case every other consideration tends to go out the window. And that is just as valid, in my book, as any other fetish out there.

My Sir has a P.A.

As he fucks me, it moves around inside me, this adds a layer of unpredictable sensation that is difficult to put into words.  

Lets just say I’m a fan! 

When I top, I ignore the bottoms cock entirely and prevent him from touching it as his focus should be entirely on pleasuring my cock with his pussy. I will, however, confess to getting a special thrill when the bottom stays soft or has a little dick. Both tend to enhance the experience for me as it emphasizes their submissive role in the scene.

Full disclosure: When I bottom I tend to stay hard. I’ve been trying to train myself to stay soft with limited success. But I completely ignore my cock out of deference to the Fucker using me,

I have not fallen for a hookup partner....but I did have one fall for me. “Dan” was a hella-hot bottom too. The boy was goofy cute, sweet tempered, nice body, with a world class cunt. (And an 8 inch fat cock, not that he ever used it.) 

Bred him regularly for almost a year when I learned he had fallen hard for me....even though he knew I was partnered (open relationship). Things went south fast and we stopped seeing each other real abruptly.

I liked him and regret he was hurt. No more regular side guys for me.

Verbal tops always enhance the fuck for me. Call me a pig, a slut. Tell me I’m a worthless fuckhole bitch. Degrade me. Abuse me. Tell me I’m meat. Make me call my hole a cunt - a pussy. Then make me beg for it. All this and more. There is no limit.

I still like to go cumdumpin’ a few times a year. Whether it’s hosting a hotel fuckparty or hitting the baths; my goal is to get as much dick as seed in me as possible. But week to week, one-on-one hookups suit me just fine. You can’t run a marathon everyday!

One of my favorite places is a certain Bear bar in St. Louis near I-64. If you’ve been to St, Louis, you probably know the place. My favorite thing about it is that it really pulls in the truckers! Whenever I’m there and I spy a rig or two parked under the nearby overpass, I know it’s gonna be a good night.

Truckers aren’t hard to spot. They don’t dress “hot”...they simply ARE hot...and authentically themselves. Also, the hat. The hat is a giveaway. On this particular Saturday night, there was a Tyson truck in the lot. I get my usual Rolling Rock and make a game of wandering around trying to spot him.

After scopng out the place and not finding him, I get little smile of realization on my face. So I setltle down on a stool within eye shot of the entrance. Minutes later in he walks, Tyson hat and all, followed closely by another random dude - and they immediately go separate directions.  I think I may have actually chuckled at how obvious it was to me.

”Tyson” was a real fireplug: Shorter, stocky, and bearded. Just my speed. He gets an MGD at the bar, leans up against the back wall, and downs half the bottle in just over a minute. I amble over casually and take my place along side him. He catches me checking him out and I give my crotch a tug. “Looks like you’re having a good night”, I say with a knowing grin. “How many loads you gotten so far?” I ask matter-of-factly. 

“That was just my first”, he replied flatly, finishing his beer. “Ready for seconds?”, I asked with a sneer. He turned and looked me in the eye. “You POZ?”, he asked, “Mmmm-hmmm”, I replied. “Let’s do it”, he said. With that he walked towards the door with me right behind. Damn I do love truckers!

No words were spoken as we cross the parking lot. Tyson unlocks his truck and we both climb in. He strips down quickly (which is saying something in such a confined space) and gets into the sleeper. I follow suit. Tyson was HAIRY AS FUCK. Total beast mode. With a short, fat, hard cock that we both would completely ignore. 

He wasted no time going down on my cock and gave me what I refer to as a “utility suck”:  Getting my cock good and hard for the sole purpose of fucking. And he did a damn fine job of it. In no time, I was fuck-ready. And so was he...the pig was face down/ass up and prelubed with the first guys cum. His hairy ass punctuated by a beautiful pink, wet, mancunt.

I spit on my cock as he poppered up. And I slid into him in one long motion. Now, I wouldn’t say Tyson was loose...but let’s say that pussy had seen plenty of use. He didn’t blink as my fat seven incher bottomed out inside him. Seeing that there was no need to start things slow, I immediately got my full fuck on. Pounding his furry bubble butt nice and steady. After a bit he shifted around and went legs up, his feet finding very conveniently located stirrups attached to the ceiling. (How I do love a shameless fuckhole bottom)

”Pound a load in me fucker!” He ordered. Who am I to say no? I ram myself into his cunt with fury.

”Oh, hell yeah! You gonna....you gonna POZ me up, fucker?”, he stammered out hopefully.

“Yep, I’m gonna paint your guts with my dirty seed!” I croak out. He hums with pleasure...I think due to equal parts ass fucking as the prospect of getting charged cum.

”Do it, fucker...Breed my faggot cunt!” 

”Beg for it!”, I spit back, barely holding off from cumming. “Let me hear you BEG for it!”

”Please...please...breed me....POZ me...please!”  The look in his eyes was real. I could see the cumhunger. A hunger that can never be satisfied. I fuckin’ lost my shit, I gave him one final thrust and howled as I pumped him full of my dirty seed.

I stayed inside him a good while. Grinding my Gift into his guts. We eventually lay on his rack together and bask in the cumjoy. He snuggles into me for just a moment. I fingered his wet boypussy...Feeling the mixture of my load with the one that came before me.

“You up for a few more charged loads tonight? I know several guys here. If you wait here, I can send em to you.”

I swear, his eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas.  I cleaned up with a towel he had on hand, dressed, and headed back to the bar. In minutes I sent out his next fuck. And another after that. Soon enough, those fuckers were lining up dick for him. I was there til just before 2am. All night, I saw a steady tide of men crossing back and forth across that parking lot.  

Truckers...Gotta love ‘em.

It’s taken me awhile trying to compose this topic. And I don’t think I’ve got it just right but here goes...

I absolutely HATE IT when a fucker, especially a random hookup fucker, thanks me after breeding my hole.

In my view, the fuckhole should do ALL the thanking; for the gift of the fuckers cock, his fuck, and his seed...not to mention his time and attention. The top thanking the bottom seems entirely inappropriate...and for me (who really gets off on the power dynamic) it has the effect of emasculating the fuckers ABSOLUTE RIGHT to use me for HIS pleasure.

While I would just assume you take your pleasure and go (or better yet degrade me for being the cumrag I am) I understand that there is an odd expectation of some small talk after sex.  If you must speak to me at all, say something to the effect that you enjoyed yourself...or say it was hot. But NEVER thank me for being the recipient of your sexual attentions.

It was the dead of winter. After weeks of bone numbing cold, I was really looking forward to blackout night at the baths. Lots of guys cruising, posing, teasing...but nowhere near enough fucking. What a joke. 

I got naked, greased my fuckhole, grabbed my towel and poppers; then headed to the public sling hoping there would be one real man among this flock of pathetic sheep. Empty as usual. I climbed up and waited.

After awhile, the lurkers and the gropers would feel me up and move on. Pointless. Fucking pointless. I was up in that sling for roughly an hour and not one real FUCKER showed up to claim my hole.

As I was about to climb out, a gaunt shadow appeared at the door...even in the darkness I could see he was tall, bearded, lean, with a long pale snake swinging freely between his legs. As he strode up to me, I could see his sunken eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his beautiful wasting. In that moment, I knew my life would change forever.

He stood over me, framed between my wide open legs. His head cocked to one side as his cold hands took in my body...sending a chill through me. He extended his boney fingers towards my pussy...entering my mancunt, first one, then a second, and a third. His ragged fingernails scratching and scraping. A small twisted smile took residence in the thicket of his beard. My dick stiffened and started leaking, I moaned with desire. His dead black eyes drilling into my mind. I was his, and we both knew it.

By now, his deathbone had stiffened into a weapon. Without a word spoken, he guided his whitesnake to my mawing cunt, I felt his plum sized cockhead push past my hole, followed by his long pale shaft. He slid into me...to the root...a cold fire shot through me. 

It was only then that he spoke...a gravelly, breathy whisper came from him; “Now I am be-cum death...destroyer of souls...” And with that did he start his fuck. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic. I poppered up and I was gone. Our eyes locked together, my mind shut down. This was my moment of truth. I was face to face with my destiny. My further. My end. 

Slow. Steady. Rhythmic...on and on...like an endless tide. Unrelenting. Unyielding. Utterly unstoppable. I was resigned to my fate...no, I welcomed it...I longed for the cold embrace of it. 

Calmly, quietly, he leaned in closer, his body stiffened, then he stopped...everything stopped. It was then that I felt shot after shot of his sick seed filling me. He ground his venom into me before his now glistening pale snake slithered out. 

And just before he returned to the inky darkness from whence he came, he hissed; “...and now, YOU are be-cum death as well...”

Let me start by saying that this is has occurred in my relationship with my Sir on several occasions. He not only whores out my cunt, he send me to fuck and breed men. So I can answer this question from practical experience as follows:

1.Yes, I absolutely comply. Because I serve my Sir and ANY order he gives me MUST be followed to the best of my power. My sexuality is do with as he chooses. Full stop.

2. Am I a dom? That would be a matter of perspective... Sir likes me to be an aggressive fucker. So the bottom gets used HARD. This may result in the bottom i a, using to perceive me as a DOM. But all the while, I am being 100% submissive to my Sir’s will.

Compartmentalize your obligations from your desires.

This allows you to approach each on its own merits.

Length has never been an issue for me taken several longjohns with ease...it’s those T H I C K dudes that are a challenge.

On 2/18/2018 at 7:05 PM, barecubtop said:

I realize most of you bottoms on this site (and other BB sites like BBRTS) are actively wanting "used" and "dominated", but is that the only kind of sex that you enjoy?  Do you always want your top to just pound the hell out of your hole, talk down to you and demean you, and not care whether you're in pain or enjoying it?

FUCK. YEAH!  When I’m fuckholeing, this is me 100%.

Never.

I don’t care how hot the guy is...will NEVER let a covered cock in me and will NEVER ageee to wrap my cock for any hole I fuck.

When I fuck a hole, I like it loose and lubed...preferably with another man’s cumload.

I travel to Columbus a few times a year. I always stop in at Club Columbus and NEVER fail to get my cunt creamed several times in an evening....and these are usually weeknights. Have also bred my fair share of boy-pussy there as well.

Will be at the host hotel (Alexis Park) that Thursday night (03/05) taking loads.