PendragonSpirit

It really depends on my personal assessment of myself at any given time.

Pre-Covid, when I was actually hitting the gym regularly and biking to/from work every day? A solid 7 in casualwear, an 8 in a suit. 

Now, having put on about 60 pounds over the last 2 years of work from home and not being able to make it to the gym? Maybe a 5. I'm still CUTE, but I'm nowhere near the fetching lad of 2019/early 2020.

As for who I tend to pursue? Well, the running joke among my friends is that I will die single because I have impossibly high standards (the truth is I have the world's worst malfunctioning gaydar. If I'm attracted, they're almost certainly straight.) But in the end, I'll pretty much drop to my knees or spread my legs for any guy who needs a hole to cum inside of. Sex is sex, doesn't have to mean anything more than that - and some of the best sex I've had was with guys who 21-year-old-me wouldn't have given the time of day to.

But I generally shoot for the 5-8 range. 

I've only been fortunate enough to patronize the Gaythering once, but it made a VERY memorable last night in Miami Beach. Like you, I ended up spit-roasted in the steam room - one guy I could see, one guy I couldn't. I hated to leave the place, but I had an early flight to catch. I did end up accidentally keeping the key to my locker, as it fell into my shoe as I was getting dressed and I didn't even notice it. I've kept it as a memento.

Yep. It was years ago, when I was considerably younger and hadn't adopted the cumdump nature I have now. A friend (well, more of an acquaintance) had been trying to get up in my guts for awhile, but I was a bit more arrogant and "picky" at the time, and he didn't fit my "idealized" notions of the person I wanted balls-deep in me. He ended up taking advantage of a party where I had far too much to drink and had ended up in a 'play area' with a few other guys. He's the only one I actually remember fucking me that night, regaining consciousness just long enough to look up, see who was inside me, hear his grunts as he unloaded into me, and pass right out again. 

I never held it against him, though. If anything, it's kind of a hot memory.

Just curious to get feedback and input from some others who may be more knowledgeable. As we're heading into a new year, I want to fulfill one of my biggest fantasies of just having a completely debauched vacation (while still living it up a little bit!) So I'm weighing a few options between...

Las Vegas
Miami Beach
New Orleans

As places where I could make a vacation destination, stay in a nice, upscale resort but still get away to be the slutty, unrestrained (unless you're into that) bottom I've always wanted to be for a week. I've been to Miami Beach a few times and had a fantastic experience at the Hotel Gaythering... and I've been to Las Vegas but it was to visit friends and I never really 'got away' to experience the "What happens here stays here" side of things.

So, thoughts? Where would you go if you wanted to just whore it up for a week or so?

Honestly, it's hard to tell from a single encounter. Could be bi, could just have needed to cum, could be a curious-but-mostly-straight guy. Or a combination of all three/none of the above. Now, if it KEEPS happening, then you've probably got someone who's at least on the cusp of bisexual or at least is comfortable enough with you to explore that part of themselves.

It really depends. Unless I'm straight-up (no pun intended) wearing an "I'm Gay, Ask Me How" shirt or something, it's about 50/50 on people who just 'know' vs. those who don't. Granted, that's in normal, everyday interactions. If I'm getting spit-roasted by two dudes in a park or a bookstore or whatever, there's considerably less confusion.

Self-taught, mostly. When I hit around the age of puberty, my mom - in her conservative Christian way - sought to help me "understand" the physical changes by handing me a book and then never speaking of it again. The book did actually cover a lot of topics, some of which surprised me. It touched on (pun not intended) masturbation, though no specific techniques. It even covered that it was entirely normal for guys to explore with each other - mutual j/o, oral, etc. So from about... 12-ish, I figured out the basics of masturbation. 

There was a period of about 6 months where I almost entirely quit, as for some reason I would get extremely painful post-orgasm headaches. Fortunately, that was a temporary condition, and I was able to get back to whack.

I've definitely been caught a few times, by roommates, friends, strangers (on the occasion I needed to rub one out in a restroom somewhere), even my stepdad (though he didn't mind in the slightest.) Never anything bad that came of it, and on occasion, even something good.

Why not both? Depending on how your handwriting is size-wise, you could combine them to "faggot cum dump."

49 minutes ago, str8mature5 said:

Oink! That's being a real pig taking loads when out from strangers! Love it!

Agreed! It ranks just behind the random homeless dude by the river in my favorite hookups and loads taken. 

Sometimes a man just needs a little encouragement and a helping hand to realize bareback is just best.

Typically "What can I say to turn him on even more?"

Oh, if those dudes fuck me, you'll get all the deets. Sadly, as life isn't a porn, it doesn't always work out... buuuuut sometimes it does and those are the best. The "Well.... alright" loads.

3 minutes ago, phukhole said:

What's the point in advertising if it's not gonna get you that load, right?  Lucky!  I'd have loved to have watched or joined in!

Pretty much, yeah! I've had my eye on the hot Indian men who runs the gas station just down the road from me, may need to wear my "Cum In Me Bro!" shirt at some point during a visit.

So we had a little mini-carnival around my area. You know the kind. Sketchy rides that you try not to think about when you're on them, all the food that's fit to be fried, games nobody can actually win. And it was at said carnival I was walking around, bored, wearing my "Breeding Stock" shirt and throwing dollars at  said carnival games. One of the carnies - and man, this guy was a carnie - smirked at my shirt and said "If you're just gonna advertise it, I need to drop a load." And so it was I found myself bent over in the back of a carnival tent, with a stranger's raw dick in me. Didn't take long for him to plant his seed right up inside, and I'm pretty sure his neighboring tents knew what was going on based on the looks they gave me after as I walked past. But hey, I got the load. Still didn't win a damn prize, though.

Planned. Even before I lost my virginity, when I'd watch porn, I never liked the way condoms looked. So unnatural and just... THERE. I knew from the get-go I'd never do condoms if I could avoid it. To this day, the only time they're involved is if the top insists, and in most cases they've only used a condom the first time. After that, there's just implicit understanding that I want raw cock.

100%. Getting my dick touched, sucked, or played with results in no response from the down-below... but a good kiss will send the blood roaring.

2 hours ago, swnaperguy said:

i used to frequent that book store on I 80 in Ottawa IL, it felt like i was going down memory lane.  i love to get fucked in the dark rooms there and occationally go to the rec room, watch some tv/pool playing and look out the window for cars to pull up.  took many loads inside me and with no light, you "Feel" the cum shots inside are more pronounced since it's only feel and no sight.  we should go there sometime.

That's awesome you know exactly which store I'm referring to. I really did enjoy that place. So, so many anonymous loads.

13 hours ago, RealCute said:

So what happened the next time you went to the book store?

Sadly, I never ran into the same guy again, but as I recall, I still had some fun with the guys who were there.

Came across this story I wrote about... gosh, 12 years back now? Based on a true story, some details may have been embellished. I'll let you decide which details those are.

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Who You Are In The Dark: A Bookstore Encounter

I used to make an occasional trip to the adult bookstore in the town I went
to high school in, even after I had moved away from the town to a different
city about two hours south. Located just off of I-80, as well as being next
to a truck stop AND strip club, there was an interesting mix of
clientele. The store itself was well-lit and friendly (so far as these
places go), and the front clerks were always business when you bought your
entry to the back arcade.

The arcade itself was pretty standard. A big rectangle, with about a dozen
rooms off the hallway, each large enough for a comfortable two, and more if
you were so inclined. All manner of movies would be playing – straight,
lesbian, gay, bi, trans, there was literally something for nearly every
taste. And just off the viewing rooms was a large, open rec room (for lack
of a better term.) A pool table, several arcade games, vending machines, a
big-screen TV – just a nice place to take a breather between
hookups. There was a definite 'no sex' policy in the rec area, and it was
the only place in the back that had a camera.

It was in this room that I found myself on one of my visits. It was spring,
and even a weekend, but there were not many visitors to the store that
night. I had made a few rounds of the rooms, without much success in
finding any interesting or interested parties. I took a break from the dark
rooms to get a soda and shoot a few solo games of pool. There was one other
man in the rec room, a gentleman who was probably in his late 30s or early
40s. At this time, I was around 22 or 23, so this was an 'older' guy to
me. He was fairly handsome, well-dressed and with hit of gray at his
temples and in his goatee. He was a bit on the husky side, but I've always
had a soft spot for that type.

I recall that the TV was playing a James Bond marathon, and I would stop
playing every few minutes to watch the screen. I was never a Bond fan but,
hey, TV. At one point, the other guy saw me watching and asked who my
favorite Bond was.

"Honestly, I was never a Bond guy," I answered. "Never really got into the
movies."

"You're missing out," he said. "Brosnan is my favorite. Handsome guy."

"I'll drink to that," I said, and took a sip from my Diet Coke.

"Had any luck?" he asked, nodding his head toward the back rooms.

"Nah. It's kind of dead tonight. Weird for a weekend."

"Yeah. I gave up after awhile, settled down to watch some TV, see if anyone
else showed up."

"I hear ya. I'm shooting pool by myself. That should tell you how slow it
is."  He stood up from the couch. "Thought I might take another stroll
around the booths, see what's good. You should come," he offered. Without
waiting for a response, he walked back into the dark hallways.

I finished off my soda, abandoned my pool 'game', and followed a few
moments later. He had already vanished into the hallway, but it wouldn't be
hard to find him. It was a rectangle. I took a slow stroll around, looking
into the booths. A few others had wandered in while we had been in the rec
room, but I was looking for someone specific at this point. I found him in
one of the corner booths, watching the end of a male-male fuck scene,
sitting and rubbing his crotch through his slacks.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, poking my head into the room.

"I'd be offended if you didn't," he answered, and patted the empty spot
next to him.

I joined him in the booth and closed the door behind me. I sat next to him
and it didn't take long before he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a
kiss. This close, I could smell his cologne and taste the faint hint of
tobacco on his breath. It wasn't the reek of a heavy smoker, just the tang
of nicotine. I noticed the wedding ring on his hand for the first time,
which turned me on even more. My cock was quickly hardening in my pants,
and by the sudden way he gripped it through my shorts, he noticed. He
pulled his mouth from mine, grabbed my hand and placed it squarely on his
crotch.

He resumed kissing me, our hands massaging each others hardness. We made
out for quite awhile, and eventually I found myself pulling back a little
to take off my shirt. He followed suit, and I appreciated the view as he
revealed a fair but solid belly and a not-quite-firm chest, covered with
just a light dusting of black hair. My own stomach and chest were fairly
firm, the result of a post high-school dedication to losing weight and
exercising, but covered with just about the same amount of hair as his. He
stood me up and pressed me against the wall, his bare torso pressing
against mine.

"You're hot," he said, and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned my shorts
and let them fall to my ankles. I was commando, and my hard dick sprung
gratefully free immediately. "Damn," he groaned, and swallowed my 6 ½
inches with gusto. He sucked with the ferocity of a man in need,
occasionally moving to lick and suck my balls into his mouth, rolling them
around with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of his head at one point and began fucking my cock into
his mouth. "You like my dick?" I asked, a little more aggressively than I
usually am. "Does your wife know you like sucking cock?"

He mumbled something around my rod, and continued to suck as I force-fed it
to him. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a few minutes of this, I
relented and pulled back. "Not yet, man. I want to enjoy this. It's your
turn," I said, and pulled him to his feet. I slid down the wall until I was
on my knees and at eye level with the clear bulge in his slacks. I fumbled
with his belt for a moment, but managed to undo it and unfasten his
pants. They slid down his solid thighs, and left me facing his white
briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, and it was even more
impressive than it had felt under my hand before. I pulled his briefs down,
and his own cock stood at attention.

It was about 8 inches, and pretty thick. I could fit my hand around it, but
only just. The slit was leaking precum, and I took a slow lick to taste his
juices, pulling my head back enough that he could see the line of his fluid
stretching from his cock to my tongue.

"Fuck," he said, and pushed his dick toward me. "Suck it. Suck it for me."

I obliged, and went to work on his dick. Slowly at first, as it was a bit
bigger than anything I'd taken at that point. Slowly, I managed to work my
way about two-thirds of the way down the shaft. He started thrusting his
cock into my mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed. At some
point, he managed to force it all the way in, and I found my nose buried in
his pubic hair.

"Oh my God, you suck better than my wife," he moaned, and continued fucking
my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I started choking on his dick. This
just turned him on more, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving the
full length of his rod into my throat. "Fucking choke on that dick," he
ordered. "Choke on it like a bitch."

I obliged, without much choice. My throat convulsed around his member, and
he let out a long string of swears that made me think he was cumming
already. He finally let go of my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I
looked up at him with watery eyes. "Good?" I asked, my voice rough from the
throat-fucking I had just taken.  "Really good," he affirmed. "Lay down on
your back.. I want to lay on top of you for awhile."

I slid out of my shorts completely and spread my clothes on the floor,
giving me some semblance of comfort. I laid back and watched him finish
disrobing, sliding his pants off. He did just as he had said, and laid his
bare flesh against mine, and we resumed our passionate make-out session
from before.

All at once, the room went completely dark. We paused for a moment, and
realized that the movie had ended and the TV had shut itself off to
conserve power. Strange, since these things were usually on a loop, or the
clerk would have noticed the end of the movie and started it up again. We
lay there in almost complete darkness, the only light being the dim hallway
bulbs shining in from under the door.

I felt him now, rather than seeing him, and enjoyed the sensation of this
stranger laying atop me, the smell of him becoming a little stronger as my
senses compensated for the darkness. We soon began making out again, and
his tongue explored my mouth. I answered in kind, and we continued kissing
for quite awhile. I could feel more precum from his dick leaking onto my
thigh, and spread my legs a little wider. His dick slipped between my legs
and probed gently against my hole as we tasted one another.

This went on for awhile, the precum from his dick making my hole slick and
his cock head pressing gently at my opening.

Suddenly, he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he whispered into my ear,
sounding disappointed.

"Oh," I answered. "Okay." That was all I said, neither giving permission
nor denial to continue.

I felt his tongue in my mouth again, and the hardness of his dick pressing
into me. The heat we were generating in the room started taking its toll,
making both our bodies slippery.

After several minutes of this, I felt his dick pressing firmly against my
ass, and the head of his cock penetrating into me. I gasped with pleasure,
and a little discomfort, as his thickness popped into me with only sweat
and precum for lube.  "I don't have a condom," he repeated, and continued
pushing his length into me. "I'm in you bareback."

"Feels good," I gasped.

He moaned softly and bit my collarbone as he bottomed out, his balls coming
to full rest against my ass cheeks. "You're tighter than my wife. Wet,
too," he said, and began sliding out of me, and it felt like he nearly
pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. "I'm not wearing a condom,"
he kept repeating, as though I had somehow forgotten that I was in pitch
darkness with a married man's raw dick in my ass.

"I know," I said. "But I'm not stopping you."

That seemed to be all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in
earnest, his thrusts picking up speed as my insides stretched to
accommodate his cock. A few times, he pulled completely out and I felt
empty for the briefest moment before he shoved himself fully into me. He
fucked expertly, even in the dark, and began nibbling on my earlobe. I
gasped in pleasure and found myself digging fingernails into his back, not
even realizing my hands had wrapped around him.

"Make love to me," I whispered into the dark.

"Oh god, yes. You're so much better than my wife. Her pussy has never been
this tight and wet."

We fucked like this for what felt like an hour, in complete darkness, our
moans and grunts occasionally punctuated by my whispered begging for his
dick and his gasping replies, telling me how good my hole felt on his cock,
how I was a hotter fuck than his wife. I started to feel the sweat from his
face dripping onto me, some of it landing on my lips or in my mouth, the
salty taste turning me on even more.

"Do you want me to pull out or stay inside?" he finally asked. I was
feeling so good at this point, I missed his meaning.

"Stay inside," I answered. "Keep going."

It was when his tempo started to increase and a guttural string of swears
came from him that I realized what he had actually meant.

"Oh my God," I asked. "Are you going to cum inside me?"

"Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to get you pregnant. I'm
going to knock you up, and you're going to take it," he said firmly. He
thrust his cock fully into me and let out a fairly loud, "OH FUCK!" and I
knew he was shooting.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, and I felt his seed
filling me, the warmth and wetness spreading through my insides. "I'm
cumming inside you. I'm cumming so hard," he panted. As I finally felt his
orgasm start to subside, he began fucking his load into me, his rod plowing
my cum-slicked hole. Eventually, he relented, and I felt his cock
withdrawing from my ass. The head of his dick pulled out with an audibly
wet 'pop'.

We lay there in darkness and silence for a few minutes, the heat of our sex
slowly dissipating. Finally, I felt him stirring.

"I shouldn't have done that. I didn't have a rubber. I shouldn't have
fucked you bare. I'm sorry, man. I just got caught up in the moment and.. I
mean, I don't have anything, but I just.. I'm sorry and.."

"Dude. Chill," I said, reaching out a hand in the darkness to caress his
cheek.  "It's cool. I pretty obviously wanted it, too. I didn't stop you."

"You sure it's okay? I mean..  I've never done that."

"It's fine," I assured him. "Though I may actually manage to get knocked up
with as much as you shot."

He laughed a little, his nervousness slowly waning. "Yeah, I did shoot a
lot. I meant what I said. You really are a better fuck than my wife. She
won't even let me say things like 'fuck' or 'pussy' when we're having sex."

"Ouch," I answered. "For what it's worth, I'm okay with everything that was
said and done here."

"Hot," he said, and I felt him lean down to press his tongue into my
mouth. "I should go, though. This really was amazing. Do you come here
much?"

"Every other month or so, usually make an overnight weekend trip."

"Well... I won't make it awkward, but I do hope I see you here again."

"Me, too," I said, and meant it.

I felt his weight leave me. There was an awkward silence for a moment,
until he laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I just realized it's completely dark in here and I have no idea where my
clothes are."

We laughed together for a few minutes and fumbled around in the dark,
eventually finding his clothes. He dressed in the darkness and left, giving
me one more hungry kiss before he departed. I stood there for a moment,
naked, with the door to the hallway open, cum running down the inside of my
leg.

I finally dressed and headed out. I was halfway home before I realized I
hadn't even cum.

"Totally worth it," I thought.

Sorta? One of the local cruising parks gets the occasional police visit, so the cops might ask "hey, what are you doing out here?" One lifestyle adjustment I made was just to make sure I always had Pokemon Go loaded up because then I could easily show my phone and say "Oh, this a good place to catch Pokemon!" Worked like a charm every time.

3 hours ago, Treehugger said:

The things we do for cock. Sigh.

     We get to his room and I want to use the bathroom before I peel off that diaper, can't believe I am admitting to this and the bathroom is disgusting. Total filth. Again not a clean freak but another notch on the 'get the fuck out of here' stick.

     The diaper is removed and I go down on the guy. I am working away, doing my best and when I open my eyes I can clearly see the nits and crabs currently colonizing his crotch. I actually tried to carry on! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!! I was so fucking horny for cock I was willing to keep shagging a petri dish of a human being. So gross. 

You are a stronger man than I. I'd have been out the door after the diaper reveal. I don't begrudge anyone their kinks, but that's a "nope" from me.

3 minutes ago, raw773 said:

Yikes, for my money, not hot. Little scary.

But hey, you got the load.

Exactly. It was so surreal at the time, and I didn't exactly tell him to stop. Just one of those bizarre moments you look back on later and are like "what the actual fuck was that?"

This was actually a few years back, but it randomly came to mind while I was rubbing one out earlier. Back in the good ol' Craigslist days (god, I miss those, can we get those personals back?), I got a response on a post, dude wanted to drop a load in a hole. Younger black guy, maybe early 20s, and as soon as he walked in, he told me to turn around and get on my hands and knees. Of course I obliged, figuring he wanted a quickie. A few seconds later, I felt something splash on my back and ass and at first I thought he was cumming already. Then the splash became a stream, and I glanced back. Cumming? Nope. Pissing. He walked around and shoved it in my mouth for the last few spurts. Kinky, but not weird, right?

Then it got bizarre.

Instead of just fucking me, he started grabbing random objects from around the room and fucking me with those. A hairbrush, a beer bottle, even my fucking TV remote (which was not one of those nice, curved deals. It was rectangular and pointy.) And he was not gentle about it. I'm all for trying new things and a bit of rough play, but it got to the point even I outright told him he was hurting me. I guess that was what he wanted, because pretty much as soon as I told him that, he pushed his dick in, and like three pumps later he blew his load into me. Zipped up, walked out, not a word spoken.

Very odd, and I'm still kind of unsure if I enjoyed it. Is this a thing some guys are into? I guess every fetish has its person.

Yep, did the whole understall tap-dance at our local mall. To that point I had only sucked guys off, though I was curious about being fucked. The guy who tapped back was probably in his late 30s, I was in my early teens. He asked if I wanted to go out to his van instead of doing it in the stalls. I went out to the parking lot with him and we got in the back of his van. We both stripped naked (he was parked far enough out it was unlikely we'd be seen), and I sucked him for awhile. He kept lightly rubbing my ass, brushing my hole with his fingers, until finally he asked "Can I put it in you?" Of course I agreed, he whipped out the lube and slicked me up, then pushed in raw. He fucked me for maybe 10 minutes, tops, before he put his full weight on me, pushing me down on the floor of his van, and grunted out an "I'm gonna cum inside you, is that okay?" even as his dick was pulsing and shooting. Ran into him a few times after that, last time I saw him was shortly after I turned 18 and made my first visit to an ABS. Fucked me every time, we never discussed condoms or anything, he just liked seeding a willing hole.

Actually, yes. 

Well, let me qualify that. I didn't know him personally, but I knew of him.

Back in the good ol' days of Craigslist, I had posted an ad as a face-down/ass-up/no-strings cumdump. I got a response from a guy who had his real name attached to the email address. I knew I recognized the name, but couldn't quite figure out why. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I Google'd it and my area. Turns out the guy was/is the lead singer for a very popular local rock band, and married. 

I didn't let on that I knew who he was, of course, and we made all the usual arrangements. I have to say it was a little extra-hot knowing I was taking the load from a local celebrity. He fucked like a champ, too.