MichiganBottom82

Went out to the club last night and ran into this hot, lightly furry guy. He was short and compact, wearing a nice jockstrap, cock limp. May have been on something like ecstasy, not sure. This older, muscular guy started slamming into him, while I watched with another guy. When he took a break, he sided up next to me, and I gave him a few, then took him to the back again and pushed him against the wall and took him. His pussy was nice and wet and had been loosened up by some other tops. I traded him back and forth with the older top who had started whoring him out, and he made sure we both had some poppers to keep feeling good. This kind (couldn't have been older than 30) might not have been a seasoned whore before, but we made sure he was that night. All three of us traded him back and forth and made sure he had something in his mouth and that his ass was being forced open to keep it receptive for cock. Bitch took three loads up his hole. And there was a line waiting for him after we were done.

It took a while for me to embrace being submissive. I was 19 when I went to a bathhouse the first time and the guy who took me made it clear that he expected me to bottom for himself and these other older guys. I’ve written about that elsewhere but it was definitely one of the times that I realized I enjoyed being used. of course my first time was earlier when I was 15. With a guy in his twenties who just took me bare. But when I was younger I had a lot of conflicting feelings about being used. I hooked up with a guy in his 50s when I was a teenager who fucked me while I was crying. I don’t really look back on a lot of the teenage sex that fondly. But for better or worse it set up a kind of pattern. I think that part of the issue is that more dominant guys can kind of sense when you are more submissive. I remember thinking, the first time I was spitroasted, while my legs were being raised over my head and I was being silently but firmly taken and another guy was turning my head towards his cock, that it was just kind of what my role was going to be. Which is probably part of the reason I love stories and porn that involve rough group sex. Tl;dr: Basically I didn’t really embrace it until my mid to late twenties, but I think I knew from the beginning.

I would keep it at 18. I had sex way too early (15) with an older guy. I didn’t view it as rape then but I sure as hell do now. Teenagers are not adults in our culture and I’ve heard the same early sexualization stories from dozens of men and women. Unsurprisingly most of us have similar hang ups. Even where its legal I don’t think older guys should be having sex with teens under 18. Teens can have sex with each other but really, what business does a guy in his 30s or 40s have fucking a boy under 18? Let kids be kids.

That’s a good question. But they must be; plenty of high rent markets are able to sustain at least one bathhouse. I know that some are having difficulties though, same with the bars.

Once. Went home with a guy, I was 19 at the time. He was in his 30s. He didn’t tell me ahead of time and quickly put it in, without a condom. He was pretty big, around 9 inches, which was a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t really notice the piercing.

Pretty sure that it was the customary "top is good, bottom is bad" scenario. In the classical era, who did the fucking mattered a hell of a lot more than the act.

Part V- Wrecking Mikey's Hole (1 of 2) Mikey was a top. He told me several times, very clearly, that he had tried being fucked and just hated it. Once, at the club, a guy had groped his ass and he had slapped the man’s hand. “Exit only, dude.” Not tonight. “She’s so tight,” Rob said, sweat glistening his grey chest furs as he sank deeper into Mikey. “Such a tight, hot wet hole.” Jerome was holding his cock inside Mikey’s mouth, and he took it out to hear from him. “How’s it going sweetie? You doing ok?” He feigned concern as he roughly pinched Mikey’s nipples. Spread in a sling, his holes filled with cock, smeared lipstick covering his face, Mikey looked every bit like a cheap whore. “Please, no more...” Jerome rubbed his shoulders. “Bruce, time for a break. Wardrobe change.” He grinned evilly at the cameraman. I watched as they gently took Mikey off the sling. Bill continued stroking my hole with his fingers while they stood Mikey up, Bruce never taking the camera off him. “How do you feel Mikey?” Bruce asked. Mikey looked dazed and confused, but he mumbled something that wasn’t audible. “Speak up, princess,” Jerome said. “How do you feel?” “I’m...” Mikey stumbled as he tried to hold himself up, his hands gripping the sling. “I think I’m a little buzzed...” Behind the camera, Bruce nodded. “Buzzed is right. Feeling thirsty?” Mikey nodded. Rob approached him and he jumped, scared the big daddy was going to fuck him again. Rob just laughed. “Relax, boy. I’m just giving you some gatorade.” He held a cup with GHB inside. “Drink up.” If Mikey could taste the G he didn’t show it as he drank it down happily. “I need to go home,” he said, once the drink was finished. “I need my clothes.” “Sure, sweetheart, sure,” Bruce said behind the camera, zooming in on Mikey’s face, which was now sprawled on the TV sets in the basement. “Jerome, do you have the whore’s clothes?” Jerome laughed and walked over to a pile of clothing in the corner. “I think I found just what you need, Mikey boy.” Bruce moved the camera over from Mikey’s sweat and cum drenched body to the clothes Jerome was holding up. It was a skimpy flannel microskirt. Jerome walked over and handed it to Mikey. At the same time, the basement door opened and three grungey men walked down the stairs, joining the party. They stood behind Bruce, and slipped their hands into their pants as they watched Mikey try to keep himself upright. “Put this on.” Jerome pushed the skirt in Mikey’s face. It was not a request, just a demand. Mikey stumbled as he reached out and grabbed the skirt, and started fidgeting to get it on. “Let me help you,” Jerome said, hiking the skirt up Mikey’s legs. “There we go.” Once the skirt was pulled up all the way, it was clear that it wasn’t even enough to cover Mikey’s ass. It seemed to accentuate his boyish stomach and abs. For a minute, Mikey emerged from his drug induced stupor and started to pull the skirt down. Jerome stopped him with a slap. “Not yet. Look at the camera.” Mikey looked into the camera, his eyes vacant, an absurd boywhore with cheap splattered lipstick and dressed in a fuck me miniskirt. “Turn around. Touch your toes,” Bruce said. Mikey hesitated for a minute, and Jerome slapped him. “Now bitch. Grab your ankles.” Mikey complied, turning around and reaching down and grabbing his ankles. The skirt lifted, revealing his aching hole for the crowd. “Now say, ‘Daddy fuck me.’” “No,” Mikey said, starting to stand back up. “This isn’t...” Jerome smacked his back. “Get back down bitch.” Mikey complied. “Say, ‘Daddy, fuck me,’” Bruce repeated “Daddy, fuck me.” Mikey whispered. That was enough for the man closest to him. He unzipped his pants as he walked towards Mikey’s shaking body, and started pawing the boy’s ass cheeks. He pulled out a gigantic cock, that had to be around ten inches. “I’m pretty big, darlin’,” the man said. “You sure you want this dick in you?” “He’s sure,” Jerome said, stroking Mikey’s back before he could answer for himself. The man nodded, spat on his dick, and started rubbing it around the hole. Mikey started moaning again, but his hands were locked on his ankles. “Name’s Dan kid, but you can call me daddy,” the man said, smiling down at Mikey. “I always like it when my girls call me daddy.” He knelt down and started licking Mikey’s asshole, his beard scraping at the boy’s naked flesh as he held the skirt up, exposing Mikey’s most intimate area to the light of Bruce’s camera. He turned towards Bruce. “I always eat before I fuck. Seems polite.” Grinning, he turned back and started eating out Mikey, who was moaning and enjoying the sensation. Jerome was leaning down and talking directly into Mike’s face. “What’s that man doing, honey?” Bruce came over and shoved the camera right in the boy’s face. Mikey moaned, enjoying the man’s tongue assault on his hole. “He’s...rimming me,” Mikey finally said. “But what’s he eating, princess?” Bruce asked, stroking the boy’s hair. “My assh-“ Before Mikey could finish, Jerome slapped him. Mikey’s eyes widened, shocked by the slap. “Wrong answer, slut. What’s he eating?” “My pussy?” Mikey said, eyes rolled up at Jerome expectantly, not sure if he was going to be slapped again. “That’s right, slut. He’s eating your pussy. And what’s a pussy for?” Jerome looked over at me and winked, stroking his cock. “Fucking,” Mikey said, closing his eyes. Dan kept at Mikey’s backside for about five minutes, swirling his tongue around and inside the boy’s pussy. Once he finished his meal, he rose. “I want him on his back, looking at me.” Jerome pulled Mikey down to the ground, then twisted him so that he was in missionary position, holding his legs open wide for Dan’s impending assault. As the man’s large cock poked at his entrance, teasing him, Mikey looked away, but Dan was having none of it. He gently but forcefully turned Mikey’s face until he was looking directly at Dan’s face. “Such a pretty boy,” Dan said, easing his cock into Mikey’s pussy, gripping his dick underneath the cumslut’s skirt. “With such a pretty, tight pussy,” he said finally, as he sank into him. Mikey, defeated, finally surrendered, and when Jerome let go of his legs he curled them around Dan’s large, overpowering body, drawing the older man in closer. “Fuck me daddy,” Mikey whispered. “With pleasure,” Dan said, and started power fucking the boy, taking his dick completely out and slamming it back in repeatedly. Mikey started babbling, screaming “Fuck me!” repeatedly as Dan pistoned in and out of his newly busted cherry. Bruce took a minute to lean the camera into Mikey’s face, where Jerome was busy feeding the boy his dick to suck on as his boy hole was violated by Dan. “You having fun Mikey?” Bruce asked, the camera hovering right above the boy’s face. Mikey simply moaned, muffled by the cock. Bruce laughed. “This is just the start, bitch. You’re gonna take every dick in this house, and then we’re gonna auction you off for the highest bidder at the Eagle. You’re gonna get so fucked you won’t know what’s hit you, fucking whore.” He laughed again, then slapped Mikey’s face for emphasis. Dan started grunting loudly, and finished inside Mikey’s now pussy. When he was done coming, he slapped Mikey’s face, playfully. “Good girl. Who’s next?” He stood up, letting the next man in line take his place. Bruce moved the camera to the boy’s hole, showing the cum leaking out with Dan’s dick. “Bidding starts at $2,” Bruce announced, seemingly to no one. Bill stopped fingering my hole and leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Aren’t you glad you’re spoken for? No need to audition like your friend here. Get me hard, princess.” Bill pushed my head down until I was gagging on his dick. Once he was completely hard he tossed me aside, and took his place next in line to rape Mikey’s pussy. I fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before I woke up to Bill’s cum and ass juice covered cock. “Clean it whore,” he said, guiding my mouth over his dick. As I sucked and licked, I looked over and saw Jerome savagely taking Mikey doggy style, one hand holding his skirt up while the other was alternating between pulling Mikey’s hair and holding his head up, then shoving it back down onto Bruce’s cock when he wanted to slap the now red asscheeks. I don’t know how many men were there. Maybe a dozen. By the time the night was over, Mikey had been fucked by every one of them. Bill, true to his word, saved me for himself. Without a word, as the night was nearing its end, he turned me over and fucked me one last time, depositing another load in me.

Do you like, mine right wing talking points, or does it come naturally? Also, why is this even relevant to the discussion?

I think others explained well enough why it can be attractive. But I have to say, although I found it kind of hot when I was younger, most of the time these guys are sexual duds. You only get an entitlement mentality after being entitled for too long for some reason, and that usually means you're piss poor at human interaction, including sex.

I'm naturally smooth all over, and the hole is completely hairless. But when I top I love the feel of a hairy hole. Hair in general for me is a huge turn on.

The actual fascists sure. But ass fucking loving Nazis are a thankfully rare breed. On the other hand, there are publicly gay identifying conservatives who support LGBT rights. As we become an increasingly polarized and partisan nation, it is actually more likely that they will exist, and the need for them becomes even more explicit. Look, I am a socialist. Have been for a long time. I think that Biden is essentially right wing. I see more affinity between David Cameron and Barack Obama than the latter and Bernie Sanders. Having said that, I try to be a realist about where people are, and where this country is. We are woefully unprepared for actual fascism in this country. Gay people, in particular, have no idea what a really vicious anti-gay campaign would look like. It is not marriage amendments. It is not bathroom access. It is not military service. It is the Supreme Court reversing the right to privacy (coming soon), followed by a host of state legislatures passing laws that equate homosexuality with pedophilia, and vigilante groups organizing around "anti-pedo" campaigns akin to what happened in Russia. Do I agree with gay right wingers? Hell no. Do I think that they can tone down the anti-gay politics of the right wing, and in fact did so throughout the Trump presidency? Yes. Just look at what happened with Richard Grenell, Wretched man, but openly gay, and that proved to be a bridge too far for the Romney campaign in the end. For Trump, it was nothing, and it showed. We're moving towards a consensus on LGBT rights. Not there yet, but when that happens (I think in about two decades, assuming trends hold), gay people will start to move politically. Most of us are not black, or Jewish, or raised in white liberal environments. Gay people raised in right wing households become left wing because the left wing is the only real option. When that stops being the case (which is really the underlying project of the gay rights movement), expect to see more gay right wingers.

That's awesome. Bathhouse culture then has always seemed so different, more communal and less wham bam. I don't yearn for that era for obvious reasons but it would be great if that returned. Some of the regular parties I was going to before covid had that same kind of camaraderie those pictures and some of the stories I've read captured. With try ads maybe that can come back.

I mean, some protection is offered on the basis of sexual orientation sure; can’t be fired for being gay, gay people can serve in the armed forces, marry, etc. But that’s just a non discrimination principle. I don’t think there’s even anything in place to remediate past discrimination against gay people. There’s no special accommodation, set asides or preferences in federal or state contracting or the like. And those same protections apply to straight people since you’re not protected because you’re gay, but because your sexual orientation can’t be a basis for discrimination. Community to my mind means something more than sexual orientation. That’s just a trait. It doesn’t say anything about your values, beliefs, lifestyle or even politics.

Hey everyone! New to posting here but I've been following BZ for a few years and raw tops blog off and on back to 2010 I think. My name here's a little misleading as I'm pretty versatile but with older guys prefer bottoming and inverse is true for topping. I live in Michigan, about an hour outside Detroit. Got into the barebacking after getting on prep. Love anonymous sex, Sex parties, gangbangs, and general sleaze, but no real hard kinks unless you count choking spit and really rough sex. I write as a hobby and I like trying my hand at erotica here and also reading it. Was into PNP/chemsex as a teenager but I mostly don't do it now unless it pops up unexpectedly. Hard limits are mostly bodily waste, anything involving kids or animals or blood, though I'm probably open to ws. I'm also into the "theory" side of this site's subject matter. Read Unlimited Intimacy when it came out and was intrigued. I'm also a fan of Dennis Cooper's work The Sluts and some similar writing that explores the darker edges of male sexuality. So if anyone has any interest in discussing that stuff let me know. Same hard limits apply though.

I love all of his stuff. Years and Years was amazing as was Banana/ Cucumber. Very much looking forward to this one