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Ch.3 My hole ached in that good way that follows a decent fuck and I could feel that heat pulsing through me as I stood there. Alone again I reflected on the last thing said to me. I knew it, of course I did, it was obvious. If I keep letting men cum in me especially like this, strange men who just want to unload in any willing hole then I'm bound to end up with something. But I also knew that the truth was I didn't care. Even if I stayed away like last time I would just end up back here bent over and taking any cock that wanted me when the urge outgrew my resistance. I couldn't deny it to myself there was a part of me that hoped it would happen, if it wasn't already inside me, that each of those loads carried so much more than just sperm into me. I had already changed so much, accepted so much about myself and this felt like another step down than path. I wanted it. I needed more loads, more infected cum to transform me, to free me to be in this place without fear. I reached behind myself and absent minded began fingering my puffy used arsehole. Even just this sensation of sliding my fingers into myself through the sperm that had just been left there made me moan softly. I really am a slut. This though made me bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them, tasting the fuck, my hole and the cum and I knew how hooked I was. This was the real me in this dark room and I liked it. This epiphany drew me to my senses, again I had no idea how long I had stood there leaning half naked and exposed as I played with myself. I realised that I was probably alone now and, straightening my clothes I left the toilet block and stepped into the moonlit carpark. The comparative brightness was intense, I hadn't realised how bright the moon was on my way in but now the reflected light made everything so clear. I walked back to my car noticing only a couple of other parked vehicles. Against one leant a man as he smoked clearly looking with interest at any movement hoping to find his own desires fulfilled. I smiled to myself as I thought he should have tried the toilet block; there was a slut just in there giving it up for anyone. I climbed into my car but I just sat there. I wasn't waiting specifically but I also didn't want to leave just yet so I sat and watched. A couple of cars came and went, cigarette man climbed back into his car and sat there like I was now doing. I felt I might as well enjoy myself if I was to be staying put for a while. I leaned back in my seat and took my cock out. It felt quite liberating to openly stroke like this and I wondered why I had never chanced an outside wank before. I kept building and slowing, occasionally raising my fingers and licking up the precum as it ran from the tip of my stiff prick. As my pleasure built so my boldness grew. I slipped off my trousers again and sat there naked from the waist down as I slowly wanked for anyone to see. Admittedly they would have to stand next to my car to get a good look but I still felt very exposed and very horny because of it. I spread my legs and reached in to rub and finger my still slick anus as I wanked. Double the pleasure. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to revel in the sensations I was submitting myself to. Clearly I was enjoying myself too much because otherwise I would have seen and heard the car that had arrived and parked right next to me.

Ch.2 How long had I stood in the darkness? Time definitely plays tricks in moments like this. Aside from the nervousness that came from standing semi-naked waiting for some stranger to take advantage of me, was the strange trance like quality of the darkness. Outside sounds were muffled, and my vision was quite limited with only outside ambient light to see by. I had no conscious way of tracking the time I could only guess that I hadn't been there for too long when I heard crunching footfalls approaching from outside. I tensed and second guessed what I was doing when it was too late to move. "What have we here? Oh you dirty dirty boy!" I guessed from his voice and the way he spoke he was older but I was frozen in place. I had been caught and now were the consequences, I hoped the ones I had been seeking. I tensed a little when I felt a rough hand slide over the cheeks of my arse and softly probe between them, then I relaxed and pushed myself against that warm hand sighing. I was relieved that I had been found by someone who was clearly here for the same reasons and that let me relax into accepting this gentlemans advances. He was a gentle man. He stroked and teased and caressed my backside for a few minutes and I was almost purring from it. So when he knelt down behind me spread me wide and began to lick at my hole I moaned in absolute pleasure. Playing alone is good but nothing compares to giving up control to another. Every touch is unexpected and every sensation is heightened because of it. He was clearly very experienced with what he was doing. Alternating licks and sucks at my spread hole had me shuddering and gasping. I could barely keep still it felt so good. My hole opened up for him and he kept at it, tonguing and smacking at my sensitive flesh with his lips. "Mmmmph!" He hummed against me causing me to gasp out loud at the sudden sensation overload. I felt him lean back and away from me and then I felt his fingers press to my opening. "Does it feel good here? Is this what you want, this hole opened up wide?" As he asked me his finger, then two pressed into me. I pushed out and pressed myself onto his digits letting out a deep moan as I felt myself penetrated. He hooked his fingers as he pressed them deeper still and he scraped over my prostate causing my cock to jump and another gutteral grunt escape my lips. "Good boy. Good boy." The man crooned as he began to work his fingers in and out of me at an increased pace. "You know this is what you wanted. Why you were waiting for me." "Oh god yes!" I managed to gasp as I felt my hole spasm as he worked me open even more. I heard a shuffling and he stood behind me his hand still pumping steadily at my hole. His other hand rested on the small of my back and he stroked my skin. The only sounds were the wet noises from my now opened arsehole and my own panting as I let myself succumb to his wishes. "Feels good doesn't it boy? But it's not what you really came for is it? I know what dirty boys like you are really after!" I wasn't really listening I was too busy humping my hips in time to his pumping hand movements but I gasped and almost cried out as his fingers were all of a sudden gone from my clenching hole. It was only a second before there was another distinct pressure at my backdoor and then both his hands were on my hips and the pressure was inside me as he jammed his cock all the way in one definite drive. "Oh fuck!" This came from me through clenched teeth as the pleasure of being filled up exploded inside me but I wasn't given time to do anything more but hold on as he began fucking me. Long, deep strokes of his cock were worked in and out of me and his hips were bumped into my arsecheeks creating a slapping tempo that would be unmistakable to anyone listening. I grinned in the darkness as I pressed back onto my temporary lover thinking that this was just where I came in earlier and I imagined a long line of fuckers and fuckees swapping places for the rest of the night each interrupting the previous pairing. I was shaken from this lust fuelled reverie as I felt my fucker shift up a gear. "You dirty boy waiting for someone to fuck you." He didn't feel so gentle now as he was obviously nearing his climax, he was being driven by the need to breed and I was eager for it. "You need my cum don't you? Going to let me cum all the way inside you aren't you?" He wasn't waiting for a response, and to be honest I wasn't capable of much more than moaning like the slut he was now calling me. But he was right, I did want it. His cum, his load, his fuck juices sprayed deep inside me. I didn't ask but I offered myself and he pushed in without any thought for anything other than raw fucking. He needed to spread his seed and I offered my hole up for his use. And now he was pounding me hard and his cock was throbbing inside me and we were both grunting as his and my needs collided. Pushing all the way inside he suddenly stopped and practically collapsed across my back and his whole body convulsed as his sperm fired out coating my inner walls. I pushed and squeezed my hole around his cock, trying to milk him thouroughly, as desperate to take his cum as he was to make me take it. "Oh fuck boy, that was just what I needed. I think you did too." He slid himself from me and patted my arse. "You are going to be very popular here taking it raw like that. There's a lot who come around here who love to breed a willing hole like yours." He leaned into the my back once more and kissed the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, "and if you weren't poz before you soon will be." With that he left me standing there in the dark as his potent seed soaked into me.

(A follow up to Lost in the Dark) OK, where to begin? Recently single and trying to figure out a few things about myself I had ended up cruising an old cottage out on some country lane. Late at night and in the darkness I had been stripped, fucked and loaded multiple times. Poppered up and horny as hell I had begged for their cum each and every time, even after they revealed they were poz and wanted to knock me up with their strains. I was so lost in the pleasure of being filled and used I didn't care. By the time I left the sun was rising and I had been truly wrecked by the men in that dark place. Several weeks later. The gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled into the small parking area. It was quieter than the last time I ventured here. Only a few cars spaced out around the bays in the darkness. I parked close to the small brickwork toilet block and shut down the engine. Sitting there in the relative silence I took stock. I knew why I was back. That hunger, that need couldn't be sated at home alone. I knew that. The fear that had kept me away, was also the fear that had kept me from seeing a doctor. Anyway it has been weeks since I lost myself in this exact same place, since I found myself also. No symptoms, no flu, nothing. I was fine and it was probably all just talk last time anyway. You want this, you want to feel like last time. You want to be the you that was in the dark. I stepped out of the car and walked straight through the pitch black of the doorway. As I walked in I could tell I wasn't alone in there. Echoing off the brickwork in the darkness came the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and a continuous, "Unh, Unh, Unh." An animalistic grunting that sent signals straight through me and made my cock immediately harden. I coughed softly as I walked in just so as not to startle who ever it was that was so eagerly engaged, but if anything the noises and the motions became more frantic. As I got closer, and with my eyes now adjusting to the darkness a little I could make out two men at the urinal. One was stripped and bent over with his hands pressed to the wall just as I had been on my last visit. The other was behind him his tracksuit trousers around his knees and his t-shirt hooked up over his head effectively revealing his whole body. The top was pounding hard, his hands gripping the hips of the bottom guy firmly. As I watched I couldn't help but rub myself. I too had worn a tracksuit this time thinking to myself that it would be easier to get in and out of. As I watched I pushed my trousers down and slipped them off leaving me naked from the waist down, my hand pumping up and down my cock with the same pace of the fuck show in front of me. The top motioned to me to step forward as his pumping hips continued to force grunts of pleasure from the bottom he was so eagerly fucking. Following his instruction I was quickly alongside him and he put his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, never once breaking his stride as he fucked hard and deep into the guy bent in front of him. For my part I was keen to join in in any way I could especially if it meant receiving the same treatment as the one currently getting filled with what seemed a very generous dick. I happily pressed my lips to his and opened my mouth to let our tongues slide around each other. His fingers on the nape of my neck were squeezing and massaging me as we kissed which left me panting with passion. He too began panting but for other reasons as his exertions were reaching their peak. He broke our kiss but held me firm resting our forheads together as his body tensed. His hips were pressed firmly again the arsecheeks of the guy at the urinal and it was obvious he was unloading all the way up insde that well fucked hole. I felt a pang of jealousy wishing it was me receiving that hot creamy delivery but I was still insanely turned on to have been brought in closer to enjoy their coupling. Breathing heavily the top patted the back of my head and panted, "That was fucking hot mate. Wish you'd got here earlier we could all have enjoyed a bit more." I just nodded dumbly in the darkness sensing that this show was going to be over all too soon. The top slowly eased himself out of the arsehole he had just bred and I don't know what came over me. I needed more so I sank to my knees between them and wrapped my lips around his semi hard, cum covered cock and sucked and licked at him tasting everything of the recent fucking. "Oh fuck! You dirty cunt." With his cock in my mouth I couldn't really argue, especially with the use it had so recently been put to. But he was right. I was hungry and felt like being a dirty slut and I wanted to prove it to them both. I could feel him beginning to stiffen and he grabbed my head. I tried to prepare thinking he was going to shove his cock all the way down my throat, but I was surprised when he pulled completely out from between my lips. Before I could murmur even a sound of protest he turned me and pushed my face between the arsecheeks of his freshly fucked companion and told me to get my mouth to use. As I ran my tongue over the wet and opened fuckhole I reached up and grabbed those firm cheeks to spread them making it easier to press my tongue deeper inside. I heard an appreciative murmur from above and from behind me I heard the top address his buddy. "Fuck me this dirty fucker is a live one Tim. Push that load out and feed this pig what he needs." Almost instantly I felt the body of who I now knew to be Tim tense. His arsehole blossomed out as I sucked at him and I tasted the familiar salty sweet flavour of sperm as the last deposit was pushed out onto my waiting tongue. I lapped at his rosebud hole like a thirsty animal getting every drop of cum I could find; all the while Tim groaned from the sensation of my mouth working over his obviously tender opening. "Fuck, its too much, its too much!" Tim straightened up and moved away from my oral ministrations and stood there panting heavily with his slender cock dripping a copious amount of precum. I was transfixed by the glistening tip and made a move to take him into my mouth. He laughed and pulled away saying, "Sorry mate, I know you're hungry for more but you caught us right at the end. We have to be on the road." With that he grabbed the pile of clothes he had been standing over and moved to dress himself. "Tim's right I'm sorry to say. I really do wish we had more time because I would love to fuck that arse of yours." The nameless top apologised as he too began arranging his clothes. "Hopefully we'll catch you here again, but I promise you if you wait here it won't be long before you get what you want, especially with that arse of yours." He made an appreciative noise and playfully slapped my behind as he moved to leave. Following Tim he paused in the doorway and said to me, "John by the way. And I really do hope I get a go on your hole one day, I'd love to breed you good." With that he turned and left before I could respond and I was left in the darkened room still half naked with only the taste of his cum on my lips. I considered his words and decided I could stand to wait a little longer even if I didn't really think it would get better than I'd just had. I kicked my trousers to the side and stood exactly where Tim had so recently held position and I copied him exactly. Hands on the wall back arched and my exposed arse pushed back for anyone to find me, slutty and waiting.

It depends. Doesn't it always? If it's a one on one long session I have to have a connection with them. That's not the same as they must fulfil some checklist of attractiveness, but I must have seen something I liked or wanted, and they need to be able to go a few rounds. Age isn't an issue, I've seen hugely unfit guys in their twenties who did nothing for me and I've seen guys in their fifties who could run a marathon and still pin me down. Case in point, I recently hooked up with a couple who were very very open in their relationship. Both fit, late 30's. One quite heavily tattooed and porn star looks, not to mention a porn star cock. But it was his partner who really got me going, he was smaller and more slender, but with some indefinable quality that just made me desperate to keep his attention. I'm happy to say that I managed to secure a one on one session with the one who damn near besotted me and he spent a couple of hours generally wrecking me and loading me up for an evening. Even he asked me why I hadn't gone crazy for his partner, which apparently most guys do, and I couldn't explain it other than I found him just way sexier. That earned me a lingering kiss before he left. Then again if I'm in a darkroom, gloryhole or dark woods cruising spot then it really is an any loads will do situation. When that happens I genuinely couldn't tell you whose cock I've had in me.

It's nice to see my formative early wank fantasies have finally come true!

I get hard as fuck when getting fucked that's just the way my body responds so I have recently started playing with chastity. It's definitely intense, and a bit uncomfortable to begin with (and I guess that's the point), but I can see why it's not for everyone. I've only had a couple of tops who really enjoyed seeing g my cock locked away.

So much this. I never forget a face, or a cock for that matter so I know several guys who have enjoyed my services on multiple occasions. Some at the same time, but I never get to know them beyond being their cumdump. That's all they want and tbh it's all I want too.

I think in here it can become something of an echo chamber for what we want/hope to see, so for balance I'd like to put up another answer. Not all bottoms are sluts. Some are monogamous and enjoy long term relationships. Not all sluts are bottoms. If you're fucking every hole you can, face it, you're a slut. For the record I am a slut, I'm rubbish at relationships but really good at sex, and yes I am a bottom always have been. I think for most in here there is an expectation of a more extreme sexuality. None of us would ever describe our tastes as vanilla and its too easy to get to thinking that no-one likes that flavour even when it's the most common for a reason. Enjoy your slutting, I certainly do, just remember we're none of us "normal" 😘

Like a lot of sexual interaction, I genuinely believe, porn has warped a lot of people's expectations. There are so many racial and inter-racial tropes that it's easy, especially if you have watched a lot, to fall into the trap of thinking those behaviours are normal. For me I don't have a preference when it comes to where the guy is from just so long as he is a Top and in relatively good shape. I'm more than happy to be a United Nations slut.

That's the current scheduling. Sadly can't do anything about that. I think the general idea for the role out is that as many as possible should get the first jab to increase resistance. The likelihood is that this will need to be a seasonal vaccine like flu.

Just had my first shot and scheduled the second. I work in health care so am lucky enough to have been in the priority lists. I would recommend everyone to embrace the opportunity when it's offered but I won't argue with anyone who's against it because, in my experience, they have already decided and aren't looking to be convinced; they are just looking for an argument. It isn't going to be quick but each dose administered will slow this down.

I can happily say that I definitely have a few hard limits. But damn, you have just described a perfect fantasy scenario for me!

Never counted but it is a lot. I'm in my 40's now and been sucking and fucking since I was a lot younger (no numbers will be mentioned to protect the guilty) I've sucked face to face, so to speak. I've sucked cocks through glory holes. I've sucked them by themselves to completion and in groups taking a few minutes on each before swapping back and forth. Some I've sucked more than once, most have been single encounters. All I can really say is that it's not enough and I'm not stopping any time soon.

Very often, "Fuck YES!" Which is usually vocalised at the same time.

I'm not going to refuse a guy for being too big, but I will approach with caution and respect. As has previously been mentioned the last thing I want is it to turn in to a bad experience for both of us. I know I can take a good size without too much warm up, but that is definitely not the same as no warm up. I need to be in that good mind space and relaxed enough to open up and he needs to be horny for me. That won't happen for either if he's just trying to ram home and I'm constantly trying to find a comfortable way to take it. Much better to build up to the main event so we're both ready and he can pound away and we both get what we want.

I agree on the order of preference; Top, Machine, Toy by itself. I'm lucky enough to enjoy each of these things regularly enough to choose favourites 😊.

I love my toys, that's probably why I have such a collection, and I always consider it fucking myself when I'm alone. It's definitely still fucking when someone else is in charge as far as I'm concerned. If at the end I feel worn out, sweaty and used with a gaped hole then I think it's safe to say I am well and truly fucked.

Yes. Any contact where fluids are exchanged can allow for transmission of the virus. This is especially true if there are any abrasions in the mouth or throat.

The problem, as I see it, isn't "hissy fits" or simply not understanding the reality of the situation; it is that you are generalising everyone's experience through your own. You use a hypothetical argument despite a clear thread of accounts that show people's lived experience is often very different and contrary to your view. I am poz. Undetectable and living the best life now I have ever lived. Before my diagnosis I was oblivious, I knew the risks of my behaviours but I had an attitude of, "well it only happens to other people." I was at that point naive to the point of stupidity and running towards edges without pause. My diagnosis literally saved me. The virus is under control and I have no health worries that do not effect everyone else. I have no side effects to the medication and because of regular screening and my own personal regime I am fitter and healthier than I have been in years. And yes, sex with me is safer than with many random hookups because I am a known quantity. For you it seems to be a millstone that you cannot shake off. For me HIV infection has actually proved to be liberating. It's about perspective.

The only time I've ever done this was the first time I hooked up with a guy who has since used me many times. He had me bent over, one hand one the back of my neck and the other on my hip as he fucked me. It was good but I was disappointed he had wrapped before sliding in. About 10 solid minutes of fucking later he slides out of me and I think he's finished. No he was just slowing up for a breath. I slid down to my knees and started wanking his cock and as I did so I slid the condom off and took him in my mouth saying I hated the taste of rubber. He grabbed my head and told me that was OK but he wasn't going to finish in my mouth. I smiled up at him and said "Good!" A few minutes later he was true to his word. He spun me around, shoved his spit soaked cock back up me and pounded a load deep inside me. Every time he has fucked me after there was no question of wrapping up, he knows I want him bare. These days I'm much more up front about wanting it raw. If a guy insists on covering up he can find another hole.

At last, recognition! Seriously though, you wouldn't believe (or maybe you would given this thread) the number of 'vers' guys who have hit me up looking to get fucked. All my profiles have me as a bottom, total, full stop. The first time I will politely ask them to read the profile. If it happens again, which it has more than once, I block them. They are clearly not interested in me. I often wonder if there are guys who just send out random hits to others just because they happen to be online at the same time regardless of position or status. I guess they just hope something sticks not realising those chances increase when attention is paid.

It's not the size, it's the motion. Or something along those lines at any rate. I've met guys with very big dicks that were two pumps and done. Alternatively I've had guys who would never get a second look in the porn biz but they could fuck all night without pause. The point being that I have found that if someone fucks you long enough and hits the right spot size definitely isn't everything.

I’m not a size queen. If I only wanted massive cocks I’d stay at home and play with my toys 😜 That said I do like to feel stretched, thickness feels better than length to me every time. When out cruising you never know what you’re going to get and I never turn down a willing and eager cock that needs attention. As a complete bottom I have to say I prefer it if my cock is left alone. I get so much more out of being fucked than I think most tops realise, genuinely my cock isn’t even part of it for me.

Naughty? Nice? It really is all a blur this last year. I can tell you one thing though; if there is a man in my house on Christmas eve you can bet I'm emptying his sack!

I’m a total bottom. Always have been. It’s just the way things are wired. I’m also 6’2” and solidly built. I used to play a lot of amateur rugby and I’ve always kept fit. The bottom (hah) line is that I rarely meet tops bigger than me, similar sometimes but not bigger. Does that mean they can’t manhandle me, fuck no. But if sex is good both the bottom and the top have to be actively engaged. If I have to be responsive and “let” myself be thrown around so be it. But I have also never at any point in my life considered myself to be a twink. Even when I was in my twenties.