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I should add that even though I asked this question, I feel no need to label them either, particularly because I observe such variety among the men who come to breed me that the need to breed me is sometimes the only thing they have obviously in common. There is, in fact, no one ‘type’ of man who does this. To me, each one is an individual, with an individual need, and an individual psychology. The last guy who bred me last night was a young black man, endowed long but averagely thick, and I could tell, as he fucked me into the mattress, that although he went at it with energy, he wasn’t experienced and couldn’t hold off orgasm in the way he wanted - his body had ideas of its own. He was, indeed, one of the silent ones - it may be that his ejaculation caught him by surprise and he might have been embarrassed to say that he’d cum before he was ready. He had worked himself up to a rapid jackhammering of my ass and he might have been thinking it was building to something he didn’t reach. When he was done, he stepped off to the bathroom sink to wash off, and I lay there in a twitching, formless, fucked pile on the bed, pulling myself back together. After a minute or two I realized he was hovering by the bathroom sink, looking at me uncertainly. ”You okay?” he asked me. ”Are you kidding?” I said. “You’re really good.” He got a shy, bashful smile, as though no one had ever complimented him on his sexual ability before, and left wearing it. I’ll remember him, not as some sleazy fucker who stuck his cock in my cum-slick cunt in some three-star hotel room, but as a shy, unseasoned young man who was concerned about whether he’d been too rough with me. I think @onlyraw is onto something there about the sexism inherent in the mainstream view, and about the ‘stud’ view of penetrators. Possibly the root of why a cumdump taking loads gets demeaning terms and the Top breeding him does not harks back to deep-seated cultural assumptions about proper gender roles and what constitutes masculinity. The cumdump is emulating the female reproductive role, and therefore offends the social order. Worse, he seemingly rejects the masculine role by choice (one might debate this), which brings his values into question and makes him an object of scorn. As to the Top who breeds him, the Top may be selecting an unsanctioned breeding target, but he is, at least, performing the reproductive role properly assigned to him, and that has to go some way in mitigating criticism of his action, especially as it is contrasted with the other male in the equation. In other words, even if the Top isn’t doing what he ought to be doing, at least he’s doing it in the way you’d expect a man to do it, which cannot be said of the cumdump.

@DumpHere - I didn’t. I drove to Nashville and hosted there. It’s not impossible to rack up ten in Louisville, but that would be a really good night there. I’ve only gotten to that two or three times. Plus, it’s only ten because one Top loaded me three times. (After the third, he said, “I think that one drained the well.”)

Consider that an AI depiction of a person engaging in scat play would not be permissible simply because no actual dung was involved - the image is still consiidered a depiction of an obscene act. The images are not themselves obscene; an image is simply a representative visual symbol - and often a two-dimensional one, of a three-dimensional object or event, or even a non-dimensional idea or concept. (The act of creating such a symbol, for instance, creating child pornographic photography, does produce image objects that can be considered objectively inherently obscene by the nature of their existence, but they are still only representational symbols of the pornographic acts they document.) Another reason they’re not likely to be tolerated is that the technology will become more and more sophisticated until it will become either very difficult or impossible to discern real child porn photos from AI generated ones. This will create an environment in which it will be much more difficult to nail down the perpetrators of actual crime. But worse, in creating a so-called ‘victimless’ vice, it would normalize the presence of such imagery in society, thereby normalizing, gradually, the actual behavior. It can’t be permitted. I spent the better part of 25 years working with Photoshop on a daily basis, and with some work I can alter reality in a photograph to the point that it would take an expert to tell it wasn’t genuine. I avoided that kind of work very carefully, because it essentially creates a lie. It’s especially critical when dealing with historic photographs, because you can change the way people view history and confuse the actual record. I can only imagine that laws will have to be developed to govern the creation of certain classes of images, such as those that might commonly be used to prosecute or defend accused persons at trial. If we reach a point at which no one can tell what’s real and what’s fake, nothing can be trusted. Imagine you go to the grocery with cash in your wallet, but the grocer says, he’s received word that counterfeit cash is circulating that’s indistinguishable from real legal tender. You hand him a bill to pay for the cucumber you want to use to - well, never mind that - but he asks how can you prove it isn’t one of the counterfeit bills? You can’t, and suddenly your real money is worthless if he decides not to accept it.

Worse still, he has effectively de-lubed you for the fuck that you’re trying to attract.

I think it’s certainly a matter of personal taste, but I prefer primal noises to speech. I like to hear that the Top has made contact with the deep, instinctive drives that power his breeding frenzy, and delight in hearing him give those passions free expression through my flesh. Such sounds tell me that he hasn’t held back, and hasn’t denied any pleasure to himself. His release is complete. Such sounds are also a visceral reminder to me of my role in the breeding act, in a very animal and object sense. Vocalization throughout the fuck is always welcome to me, as I take every available cue to modify my sexual response to best cater to the individual Top’s needs in the moment, but the expressions at climax really do need to be distinct. The silent ones did, as a rule, tend to pick up pace toward the end, but the pace would then just suddenly cease without warning - they were finished. Occasionally I can tell by a residual cock pulsing, but often the only clue is a limp cock sliding out afterward.

Again I got this - I’m sitting here with ten loads marinating together in my cunt from a night of hosting. My anus is battered , puffy and sore from the ravages of the rutting of hard cocks delivering those loads (and sundry fingers probing). The loads are there because I spent the entire sleepless night, from 4pm until 6am, wrangling apps, fielding inquiries, negotiating hookups, carefully guiding them in, and then applying all the sexual skill I had in making sure that each Top had an experience worth a climax. It’s exhausting. Then, as my hosting time draws near an end, inevitably, a contact from a bottom enthusiastic about my success and very eager to come “help me out” by eating the loads out of my ass. 😐😑😐 My ass is not a free cum buffet. Why do these guys seem to think it is somehow acceptable to swoop in like vultures and help themselves to a bounty they had no part in collecting? I’ll never forget the guy at the bathhouse in Indy who, immediately after a Top had finished seeding me and walked out of my room, launched himself like a missile and faceplanted in my ass with such force that it slammed my forehead into the wall, and started eating out the load. He said he had had his eye in the Top and I had gotten ‘his’ load. Why do these people not have better sense?

I wouldn’t call this a peeve, because far be it from me to complain, but of the ten loads that were fucked into my cunt this past night, three of them arrived with no warning, let alone sounds of triumph. The fucks went along well, then, suddenly…ended, cock pulled out dripping and shrinking. The climax took place in silence. This is fully within the Top’s prerogative, naturally, but I would nonetheless suggest that you always make at least a token effort to signal distinctly that the train has pulled into the station. For the bottom, this is an important signal for determining whether the service has been well received, and enjoyed, but it also provides the signal for a shift in technique to follow. Speaking for myself, I find a Top’s unguarded utterance at the moment of ejaculation extremely gratifying, the more explosive, violent and vocal the better. Particularly so, if the sounds carry a sense of triumph, victory or conquest. As it happens, one of the men who fucked me last night has had me before, and elicits one of the most forceful sets of cries at the moment of breeding that I have ever heard from anyone. This put the silence from the Tops that had seeded the very same ass in stark contrast, making them seem somehow disappointing, or at least uninspired. So always do try to at least give us a little grunt to show you’ve finished.

Yet. But give them another 10 minutes. The Internet wasn’t designed for adult content either. For that matter, the cucumber did not evolve its form for use as a dildo. Any technology that can be turned to the furtherance of sex, I suspect, has been in some way.

We don’t all fit that description, or even close (I, for example, don’t fuck in piss-soaked basements and am not a sex addict by any measure) but the question you pose is valid nonetheless. Morality is a measure of values. An alternative morality is the obvious result of alternative values.

Out of curiosity, why would you want this? Like every other creative endeavor potentially under threat economically from the potential of AI content generation, this seems like a way to marginalize actual human beings trying to make income from producing genuine depictions of genuine human beings, and can’t be a good thing for the industry. In addition, if we thought porn up til now has had a seriously negative impact in skewing our view of what normal, healthy make human bodies look like, and what human sexuality is like, what happens when AI starts churning out paragons of masculine “perfection” -because it can- exclusively? What happens when all our images start looking like the samples above? None of us will resemble that “reality”. Earlier today I happened to glance at a feed from an adult video industry blog that talked about new talent and new releases, etc., and I found that not one bit of it interested me at all. I had to study on it a minute to think why none of those men depicted, or their scenarios, was at all stimulating. Then I realized - they were all perfect. Perfectly groomed, perfectly lit, perfectly posed, not a blemish on anyone’s skin. And the stories were totally contrived; they were plastic people doing plastic things. In short, none of them seemed at all real. And that was the result using actual people, handpicked for physique and looks, then visually doctored to create a specific illusion - what, then, when the whole thing gets turned over to the machines? Because it will, you know. Because Ai doesn’t require contracts or age verification or identity checking, and it doesn’t have to worry about getting STDs or overdosing, and there’s no drama. Because instead of having to hire a model and a cameraman and a lighting technician and schedule a shoot, you just have to type some commands into the computer and Hey! Presto! Porn! Sooo cheap. Frankly, now that Pandora’s box of smut has been opened, I don’t know that it can be shut, but is this really what we want? I think the far more compelling material is already among us - just go to the “Show Us Your Holes” thread, and look at the incredible, spectacular, gorgeous, delicious variety if real men, blemishes and all. I defy you to match it with AI.

*~sigh~* Okay, let’s try it this way: 1. How do you know, or are you just taking a random chance, that the person in the adjoining stall is open to homosexual action? The odds are not generally favorable in an open context. 2. If you are a Top looking to penetrate, how do you indicate this desire? If you are a bottom looking to receive, how do you signal this? There has to be some way that this transaction is organized. 3. What, precisely, does a tapping foot signify? Are there variations? Are there variations in the proper response? 4. What does reaching beneath the stall signify? Is there a difference depending on the number of fingers used, or the whole hand? Are you actually reaching with the expectation of being handed something, or is this merely a signal? 5. How does one know whether oral or anal service is desired? (This always seems like a murky question with gloryholes to me, too). 6. How brazen is one expected to be in actually crawling partway beneath and between stalls in order to make anatomy available? Is the likelihood of someone coming into the bathroom not a significant consideration? If someone does come in, does the action abruptly stop, pause until the person leaves, or continue? 7. Is this activity actually somewhat limited to those with the flexibility/agility to contort themselves into the awkward positions required? 8. To what degree are other forms of communication employed beyond hand and foot signals? Is it generally understood that the interaction is to be as quiet as possible? 9. Is it normally expected that the other person will remain in his stall? How frequently does it happen that he leaves his stall to come entirely into the other one? I’m sure we could get deeper into the weeds here, but answering a few practical questions would be more helpful than ‘read a book’ or ‘find a place where lots of guys are doing it’. You can hear lots of French spoken in Paris, but if you don’t understand French to start with, nothing anybody says will be ‘obvious’.

I’ll amend my prior response to this to say that although in general I prefer no fingers, there have been a couple more recent incidents that I not only didn’t mind, but they had a little something about them that actually revved me up a bit. One was a Top who came into my hotel room, touched my hole for wetness (I make sure they always find a cunt wet and ready) and then inserted his finger…and left it there while he undressed and got himself ready to fuck. He didn’t move it around, or swirl it, or jab it in and out, he just left if there, like a placeholder for his cock. But the effect on me of that finger was a message from that Top that I’m here now, and I’m inside you, and I’m going to stay inside you nonstop until I’m good and done. I felt totally owned, all with nothing but simple finger up my ass. The other was in my last bathhouse visit, after a Top had spent quality time gourmet-fucking me until I was very loose, wet and open. When he was finished and ready to go, he reached down where I was lying on my belly and slid four fingers deep inside my cunt, like to the knuckles of his hand, and just held them there for a bit, gently feeling the inside of me with his fingertips. I remember feeling extremely vulnerable, like there was no part of me he couldn’t touch, feel up, or finger if he wanted to. Then he just said, “Fuck, yeah,” withdrew his hand, and was gone.

I would give you such good ass right now. Not only may some of us be on the Spectrum, I am, and I can affirm that all this nod-nod, wink-wink, tap-tap shit is baffling. Just cruising itself is damn near impossible because it relies on so much unspoken neurotypical come-hither signaling. If you don’t know in advance what the signals are meant to convey in context, they could mean anything. For me, prior to this conversation, if I had seen someone’s foot conspicuously tapping from the next stall over, my assumption would have been that the occupant had run out of toilet paper and was discreetly attempting to ask for assistance. My response would have been to set a roll on the floor, which obviously would not have been the expected response.

Somehow, to me this brings to mind the Little Rascals or Dennis the Menace, or Little Orphan Annie, more than a cumdump-fucking Top. But I may be showing my age here…

I personally agree, though I don’t judge a person who feels that he or she must, for whatever reason, sell his or her service; nor do I judge a person who pays for the service, as it’s one of the basic human needs and, frankly, some people find it very difficult to obtain any other way. The funny thing is, though I’ve been called a whore often enough by men fucking me, none of them has ever offered to pay anything, or even asked in advance whether there would be a charge - so I can only assume that the way they use it does not imply a monetary motive on my part, and they just mean it as a derogatory in other senses. I just think it’s curious that while we have ‘slut’, ‘whore’, and other words that designate those who receive in this way, there isn’t a word for the men who breed them. ‘Slut’ can be applied either way, I suppose, but there’s no word that means “Top who fucks anonymous cumdumps in sketchy places”, such that one could say, “He’s a ________.”

There’s a general public sense or opinion, I think, if you ask “What kind of man lets himself be fucked in the ass by total strangers in seedy hotel rooms?” That sense may not be as universal among men on this particular forum, but out there in the world, such a man is probably considered loose of morals, nasty, unclean, delf-disrespecting, of low self-worth, etc., a litany of derogatories that sometimes gets compiled into a single word like “slut”, “whore”, or something similar. I know this is the case because they sometimes tell me, straight up, what they think of me. If that is how some of the men who walk in the door to fuck me see me, I have no doubt that the majority who never would hold a similar view. Aside from the “loose of morals” description, which is wholly subjective, none of it is actually true of me, and I am even a strongly moral person. But I know that there’s no way most people are ever going to think otherwise than that I’m a trashy, nasty whore because I service anonymous men. I can live with it. I wonder, though, if there’s a corresponding view of “What kind of man” goes to a hotel room to fuck another man who’s a stranger to him? Even among the barebackers of this community there must be an opinion, because not everyone does this. In fact, from my experience I would venture to say that it’s a minority of Tops who actually have a) the inclination and b) the gumption to seek out an anonymous ass in a shady motel and breed it raw. There must be an impression of the kind of man that does this. Given the general negative sense toward the bottoms lying there in the rooms, there has to be a view if such Tops that places a judgment on the fact that they’re fucking “trashy, nasty whores” in trashy, nasty places. I particularly wonder how they view themselves, especially the ones who make a point of telling the bottom what a trashy, nasty whore he is. If the ass is so disreputable and vile, why is he sticking his cock in it, and what does that tell him about himself? Any thoughts on this?

Jesus. Will you guys just answer the question? The book in question, which is almost certainly not available in the average small-to medium-sized public library, costs north of US$40 as an ebook, more than US$20 in paperback when it can be obtained (there is a single copy available on Amazon as of this writing) and as much as US$200 in hardback from a used book source. Otherwise, it requires a trip to a large municipal or university library. Or, someone here among the raunchy sods who actually climb under bathroom stalls to fuck other men could actually deign to explain how to know when to tap, when to reach, and otherwise how to communicate “let’s fuck” in bathroomese. If figuring it out can be ‘fairly easy’, how difficult can it be to explain?

Or, conversely, you could explain, since you evidently know all about it. Just because your sexual adventurism has given you insight into the byzantine codes and rituals for this type of clandestine sexual activity doesn’t mean everyone, or even most people, have had the same experience. I venture to say that I have experienced considerably more…shall we say, sexual variety than the majority of men out there, but I haven’t got a clue how one goes about understall, and frankly don’t get why anyone would want to in the first place - it appears cramped, awkward and distinctly unsanitary. But that’s just me. The OP is interested, and just like you when you first walked into the Sears men’s room, doesn’t have the information or experience he needs. There’s nothing wrong with asking for it from those who do. In a community like this, I think it’s reasonable for the OP to expect something more than to be told to go read a book.

But if you’re going to regularize it, how do you know what the ‘regular’ form ought to be? The past tense of ‘ride’ being ‘rode’, then ‘hide’ could as easily be ‘hode’, ‘glide’ to ‘glode’, etc. Besides, it’s not as though regularizing would last - people ain’t gonna use proper language noway, amirite?

There’s more to it than just conditioning the anal sphincter for stretching, though that’s very important to avoid tearing. Your anatomy down there isn’t designed for an object to be inserted into it, and certainly not a large object, let alone inserted repeatedly, at speed, in what could be described as blunt force battery. The muscular and connective tissue structures in the immediate area are complex, and in some cases surprisingly strong, which means they’re not going to naturally yield easily to an intruding cock. It’s advisable to tone things up and get used to being able to exercise some conscious control over the muscles in your pelvic floor. You can do this by learning how to perform kegel, and, importantly, reverse-kegel exercises, and practice them regularly.

Well. You don’t see that every day.

Actually…have you seen Mount Rushmore? Stone Mountain in Georgia? Now, while we don’t know that any of the men depicted there weren’t bottoms, I think the general public perception is that they were probably not. So, maybe it’s what isn’t carved into the mountainside that makes the inference? 😉

You may need to be a bit mote specific what you mean by “hole will start coming out”, in terms of the result you’re looking for. On the one hand, one sometimes sees the pink tissue of the inner anus riding out along the cock slightly on the outdraw, which is a simple matter of friction, and doesn’t require any pushing on the bottom’s part. At the other extreme, you find “rosebuds” of prolapsed rectum pushed out and exposed consciously by the bottom. A prolapsed rectum is not actually a desirable condition, as it is usually the result of weakened supporting tissues, and can result in fecal incontinence and leakage, as well as constipation. I’ve had Tops try to get me to ‘push it out, push it out,’ but mine doesn’t come out - it’s not supposed to. I would advise you to be cautious about straining to force your bowel outside.

Once at camp I was being fucked by a Top with an almost-prohibitively-huge cock, who I guess was accustomed to guys tapping out, because he went at me for a while, then stopped, and said, “Had enough?” ”No,” I said, “have you?” “No,” he replied. ”Well, back at it, then.” It took him a while, but he went until he had absolutely enough. It was a moonless night, and so pitch-dark I couldn’t even see him. It was like being in a darkroom.

Were it not for the fact of my obvious conception and birth, there was never any indication that my parents had sex. They did, of course, but it was never spoken of in the family, even as we three children grew into adults, and our sex education was almost non-existent. Everything I ever learned about sex I educated myself. The stigma around sex was deep-rooted in the family, I think. My maternal grandmother was always very cagey about her precise birthday, because the date in the Bible didn’t match the date on the birth certificate, and one of them didn’t reconcile with my great-grandparents’ wedding date, meaning that her parents might have been getting frisky before they put the rings on. Scandal.