PendragonSpirit

If I could wax poetic a moment, I would say that raw sex speaks to us on a primal, animalistic level. We need to seed or be seeded. And while our higher functions might say "Hey, wait, hold up," it's always - at best - a temporary fix. We want what feels better, what feels good, what scratches that itch.

As tempting as it is to just say "Go for it! You only live once!", the responsible answer is to have an honest conversation with your partner. Discuss any fantasies the two of you may have - or even share - and go from there. While it may be hot in the moment to just indulge, you don't want to end up feeling guilty about it over the long-term. Hell, you may even discover you have similar fantasies, or venture into the land of giving each other permission to explore things you've always wanted to try, even if it's individually. So, short answer, open communication and go from there.

Nice. One of the hottest hookups I ever had was a very handsome married guy who swung by my place on his lunch break, still in greasy mechanic overalls. Just before he bred me, he shouted "You want my babies? Want me to knock you up?" To which I of course responded "Hell yeah, get me pregnant!" and took his seed. I found out very shortly after he had secretly put his wife on video call and set his phone in just the right spot for her to watch. He was super apologetic afterwards and genuinely seemed worried I would be mad. I told him my only objection was not getting to know so we could put on more of a show.

Not quite a "for the sake of my job" experience, but a few "for the fun of it" experiences. When I worked as a temp at a bookstore in our local mall, I took one semi-regular hookup into our store stockroom (in the back hallways of the mall) and blew him. A few years later, while working overnights at Wal-Mart, I had 4 different hookup experiences - 3 of which were just giving quick blowjobs in the men's room, and 1 of which was getting fucked and bred in the lawn & garden greenhouse by a random customer. And a few years after that, I've since hooked up with a few people at my job. Mostly it was in their cars on a lunch break off-property, a couple of times in the restroom at the grocery store across the street, and one time in a secluded meeting room during my shift.

The short answer is that I honestly neither like nor hate Donald Trump. I simply don't know him as a person and as such, I wouldn't feel comfortable making that judgement. I have opinions on the persona he puts forth, however, as I believe Trump is primarily a bombastic personality who needs the spotlight. Maybe not a narcissist necessarily, but definitely craves attention, and the persona he puts forth absolutely embodies that aspect of himself. That said, however, I do actually agree he got somewhat of a raw (heh heh) deal with the media, and things he said or did were either mis-reported or deliberately skewed to avoid showing the entire truth (the "very fine people" incident, the "mocks a disabled reporter" incident, and most recently the "gassed protestors so he could hold up a Bible" incident.) I don't support him as President, because I just don't feel he has the qualities I would want in my nation's leader, but I don't think he's necessarily evil personified.

Indeed I have, back when I cared enough to use Grindr. The funny thing was, the pics they used were from a guy I had hooked up with multiple times in the past and whose photos I already had. I knew it wasn't the same person as they acted as though we'd never spoken before. I ended up contacting the actual person the photos belonged to outside of Grindr and let him know about the situation.

The short answer to that is "no." You're not required to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Consent is sexy. That said - and as many have pointed out - if you're taking it raw, there's a definite (one would even say likely) chance you're going to end up with a top who either doesn't respect your request to pull out, who accidentally goes over the edge before they can, or who may even think your request not to take the load is part of some kind of role-play.

That's a tough one. I waver between 10 and 11. Tennant and Smith were amazing in their own individual ways. The real question is, who was the best companion? Spoiler, it was the Ponds.

Typically I politely thank them for their interest and inform them it's raw or not at all. There are very few exceptions, and normally only if it's an impressive bit of meat or a guy I've been after for awhile. But most guys, when you point out they can raw dog or no dog, they'll forgot condoms in a heartbeat. In my experience, at least.

I ended up running into this guy again the other day. Same park, but this time he was sitting in a beat-up van in the "parking lot" (really just a dead-end road with some gravel and wood piles marking out spaces) talking with another guy. Soon as we made eye contact, he waved me over and opened the back door of the van. Surprise, surprise, the van was pretty dirty, but not obscenely so. Some food wrappers, cigarette ash, dirty laundry, that sort of thing. The entire back seat had been removed and a futon mattress of questionable origins was on the floor in its place. He gestured for me to get in and, being a good little sub, I obliged. His clothes came off in record time and he laid back on the mattress, looked at me and just said "get naked and start sucking." His friend seemed pretty mesmerized by all of this, and watched me strip. I was a little leery of leaving my clothes out of sight, considering I had my wallet and phone in my pockets, but pig mode overrode sensible concerns pretty quickly. I got to work on his cock and it wasn't long before he was rock hard in my mouth. My ass and hole were basically presented to his watching buddy at this point, and it wasn't long before I felt something wet and slick being rubbed onto it. I wasn't about to complain, I knew what I signed up for when I got in the van. I saw another set of clothes get thrown to the side, and felt the pressure of a hard dick pushing into me while I was still sucking the first guy. Where the first and original guy was scrawny to the point of being wasting away, his buddy was far more on the hefty side and I could feel the weight of his belly on my back once he was fully inside. He went hard pretty much right away, ramming his cock up into my guts; I hadn't even seen it, but I could tell he was pretty well-equipped just by the way it felt. The guy I was sucking grabbed a handful of my hair and held me down on his own cock while he started fucking my mouth. There was no rhythm or smoothness to this, I was being hammered relentlessly from both ends. I couldn't even properly moan or grunt or make any kind of noise except gagging on the dick that was trying to find its way into my stomach by way of my trachea. After what felt like a small eternity of being used like a sex toy, the guy behind me drove his cock deep and let out a nearly primal yell. I could feel him twitching and pulsing in my ass, and knew he was filling me with his seed. The guy throat-fucking me finally let up and pulled his dick out of my lungs, still hard and slick with my spit. "Yeah, breed him," he said to his buddy, then to me he added "Take his filthy load." The guy finally pulled out of my ass and the two switched places faster than I'd have thought possible. "Got some lube up in you now" was all the first dude said as he shoved his cock in and started fucking. The previous fucker's dick was presented to me for cleaning, and I dutifully assisted, tasting my own ass juices and the little bit of his load he hadn't left planted inside. He grabbed the back of my head and held my mouth on his softening dick and said the first words he'd spoken: "I gotta piss." I wasn't exactly given a choice in the matter as his rank stream flowed over my tongue and I started swallowing. Seriously, did this guy adhere to an all-asparagus diet? "Drink it all, fucking pig" the guy behind me ordered and started plowing deeper. A few seconds later he grunted and I could feel a second round of cum shooting up into me. The piss stream finally tapered off and both dicks were pulled out almost simultaneously. Something warm splashed on my back and at first I thought the dude was still cumming. Then splashes became a steady flow, and I realized I was being pissed on. "You're gonna get the mattress wet" was all the initial fucker said, but didn't make any move to stop anything. I was pissed on for about 10 seconds before the dick was back up in my hole and washing my insides. "Gotta clean these dirty loads outta you" he muttered from behind me. He finally stopped pissing and pulled his dick out of my well-used ass. "Alright, get out" the heavier guy said, and practically pushed me out of the van, tossing my clothes on the ground next to it. He slammed the door shut after, and I saw him get back in the driver's seat a few moments later. Shortly after, the van took off while I was finishing getting dressed. With a sore jaw and an ass slick with lube, cum, and piss, I still had the bike ride home. I ultimately had to stop at a public restroom to purge the piss and cum from my insides; there was no way I was making it all the way back to my place without doing so. It was rough, it was exhausting, it was even a little demeaning. But damn it was hot, and I hope to run into them again.

It really depends on the day and the moment, honestly. Sometimes it's the absolute most random thing which will set me off for minutes or even hours. That said, Viva La Dirt League is always good for a laugh.

Hmm. Codey Steele, definitely.

Not to underplay Coveve, but I do find it a little funny we'll cheerfully take most any load, plunge raw into any hole, risking our hearty and hale selves, yet this is the hill we're like "Yeah, but..."

Have you ever watched "White Collar"? Neal Caffrey's (played by my pretend future husband, Matt Bomer) life pre-arrest would probably be my ideal.

For me personally, it depends on context, audience, and intent. In a sexual scenario, being called "faggot" is something of a turn-on, as it really drives home my submissive nature in the bedroom (or restroom/park/alley/backseat/etc.) My straight roommate and my best friend will both affectionately call me "faggot" sometimes, but I don't particularly mind. In essence, they have an "f-word pass"; it probably helps they both know if it came down to it, I could absolutely beat the ever-loving fuck out of them. However, a total stranger calling me faggot if their dick isn't in one of my holes? Now we have a problem. For example, the one and only time I ever heard the word in a situation that made me feel actually afraid was in high school, when three older kids were following me as I was walking home and said they "didn't believe in faggots, just dead faggots." Fortunately, someone recognized what was going on, pulled over, and gave me a ride home from there. To sum up, it really just depends.

Wal-Mart lawn & garden center as an employee (working 3rd shift), Dairy Queen restroom in the middle of the day, mall restrooms, on the ground in a few local parks, outside of a storefront just off my city's main drag (at night, mind you), club restrooms, movie theater during a movie, behind a semi truck in a parking lot during the day...

Typically I let the top make the call, all I do is present the ass for mounting. Most get the hint when I don't make any mention of condoms and will gladly go in raw.. a rare few insist on condoms, at least in the beginning. My running theory is since a random, anon top doesn't know how well you've prepared "on the inside", so they start with a condom to avoid any unpleasant surprises. Then when they realize I've taken the time to clear out, the majority take the condom off to fire their loads inside.

Spent a couple of hours at one of the local bookstores; it was mostly quiet, especially for a weekend, and most of the interested guys were only looking for a quick blowjob. Not that there's anything wrong with blowjobs, but that wasn't what I was looking for; I wanted a load being shot inside me. Enter this young-ish (early 20s?) black guy. Cute, and seemed vaguely familiar - I couldn't figure out if I'd hooked up with him before. We made eye contact and started chatting; he thought I looked familiar as well, but we determined we hadn't hooked up before. Finally it clicked, and we recognized each other from work - myself in management, and him as a trainee, we had briefly crossed paths. He had since moved on to another company, but he remembered me. With that mystery out of the way, he pulled out his dick - even soft, it was probably about 6", and he gave me a little cocky smile and said "Well? Suck it, boss." So I did, with gusto. With some oral attention, he hardened up to a very nice size (at my best guesstimate, 8 1/2?) I was disappointed when he fished a condom out of his pocket and told me to stand up and turn around. Well... much as I wanted the load shot inside, I'm not one to turn down a good fuck regardless. He slipped the condom on and, with a fair amount of spit, was able to work his dick up into me, all the way to the base. He fucked me in the booth for a good 5 minutes, when his phone rang. "Fuck, I gotta take this." Must have been important, it sounded like the kind of ringtone you set for set for a "must-take" call. He paused in his thrusting and answered the phone. With his still-hard cock up my hole, I only heard his part of the conversation, which basically amounted to "something which needs handled right this minute." He pulled out, took he condom off, and tossed it into the corner. "Sorry boss, I got to go handle this. How long you gonna be here? I'll try and come back after." I wasn't sure how long I'd be sticking around, but I told him I'd chill here for another hour or so before heading out. He took off to go deal with whatever emergency had come up. I stuck around and sucked another couple of guys off. An hour passed, then another half, and I got ready to take off. I was just about to walk out of the booth area when the door opened and the black dude walked back in. He put a hand on my chest and gently - but insistently - pushed me back against the wall. "Where you going? I still ain't nutted." He turned me around right there, outside of any booths and just a few feet from the swinging door that led into the arcade area, pressing me up against the wall. I could hear his belt unbuckle, his zipper, and the rustle of his pants as he slid them down. There was a brief moment of cool as he smeared some lube on my hole, and I felt his cock push back up into me. No condom this time - you can absolutely feel the difference - and he started fucking me in earnest. A couple of guys looked out of their own booths to watch as this dude had me pinned to the wall and used my ass for his own pleasure. He fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes, before whispering in my ear "I'm gonna nut up in you, boss man." He bit my shoulder and I could feel his cock pulse as he started pumping his load inside. It took maybe 10 seconds for him to drain his nuts, and I felt every pump. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "Damn shame we don't work together anymore." I heard him pull his pants up, fasten his belt, and a few moments later he was gone. Totally worth the wait, though.

I have; the ones I've asked have declined (well, one has it under "consideration".) Generally, the straight men I've had the pleasure to service approached me about doing so.

If we're just talking taking the load? Probably a Republican. I feel like they're more sexually repressed outwardly, so in a situation where they could really cut loose? It'd probably be wild, raunchy, and hot. They'd hate themselves after, but that's more of a "them" problem.

Accidentally wandering into the "bad"/"sketchy" part of town while wearing a shirt that advertises the fact I'm gay AND take loads. The "wrong" people notice it and I get exactly what I had coming to me (or, rather, coming in me.)

It was never really a "decision" for me; the first time I offered my ass up to a top, it was anonymous, in the woods, and neither of us mentioned condoms at any point. I suppose there could have been a subconscious decision made, though; all of the porn and erotica I'd watched/read and enjoyed was bareback. On an intellectual level I know/knew condoms were the "smart" choice, but I also knew I wanted to take a walk on the wild side. A walk I'm still walking, for that matter.

Being swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, with all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon. What, someone had to make the joke. In all seriousness, there are as many varied answers as there are people to answer it, because everyone views manhood/masculinity in a different way.

Ahhh, mine was a top I'd hooked up with a few times previously - always raw, mind you - who hinted that he didn't "just want to fill my ass with cum." He came over, slipped his soft cock in my mouth and ordered me "Don't suck. Just hold it there." A few seconds later, I knew what was going on as I felt a hot, salty, insistent stream pouring into my mouth. And I didn't stop him, I just kept swallowing, letting him piss down my throat. And that's when I knew - "Fuck, I'm a piss whore too."

I can't think of a single time I've ever asked a top to pull out - I'm disappointed if they even think about it. However, if there were a situation where I wanted them to, I would also expect my wishes to be honored. I'm a cumdump, but even the toppiest of tops should honor the rules of consent.