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I love reading about a fellow cumdump serving his purpose.

I’ve had two hall passes in 2023. Total 2023 load count: 25

My last hall pass was two Saturdays ago, July 15th. I live in a close suburb outside Chicago, it’s basically in the city. As I usually do on my hall passes, I was planning on traveling around for the morning and then posting up at Steamworks or Banana Video in the afternoon. Maybe stopping by Te-Jay’s to get some gloryhole dick as a treat, who knows? I started planning things out on Sniffies and BBRT in advance. I weeded out the usual dozens of other guys who seemed like pic collectors, curious but flaky guys, or guys who were eager-but-way-too-far-out. By Friday night, I had 8 guys lined up in my area who had told me they were solid, all of whom confirmed “Saturday morning for sure” when I asked. Saturday morning rolls around and every single one of those guys flaked. 🤬 Oh well. I get back on Sniffies and start driving down to the Loop. I’m not ready to head to Steamworks yet—I want to get some variety before I make that investment. So I put my Sniffies location next to Te-Jay’s and figure if Sniffies is a bust I can at least stop in to the bookstore over lunchtime to fill up on penis and semen from the tourist crowd. *Ding* *Ding* Two guys message me right away. The first guy is closest to where I can find parking, so I tell him I’ll be to his apartment shortly. Black guy, nice looking thick cock, about average length. I walk in and drop my bag at the same time I drop to my knees. I immediately take his soft spongy head in my mouth, lapping at and massaging it with my tongue. This is the first cock I’ve had in months, and I waste no time getting him hard and pounding the back of my mouth. I take time to suck his balls into my mouth while I jerk his now rock hard cock on my face. I drop my shorts around my ankles and bend over his couch, and line the tip of his cock with my pre-lubed asshole. He’s eager as well, thrusting to the hilt and pumping four times before he starts shooting his hot load of cum deep in my hole. He pulls out, and I feel his seed drip out of my hole and run down my leg as I kneel back down and gently put his cock back in my mouth. We both stand up to pull up our pants, and I see that his cum has splattered all over the inside and outside of my shorts. I point it out and laugh, and he lets me clean up a bit with a dishrag. One load down. I message the other guy that I’m on my way. He’s in town for a conference, so I walk over to his hotel. I do the walk of shame past people brunching on patios that I walked by 15 minutes beforehand, when I didn’t have a giant wet spot on the front of my shorts (and probably another one in the back around my asshole). I finally get to the new guy’s hotel room after navigating the lobby elevator and dodging the concierge. He’s in bed stroking his super thick cock, with nothing but his hat and socks on. He lets me drop my bag and take my clothes off, asking me questions about the other guy who just fucked me—he’s gotta be careful because he has a girlfriend. That’s cool, I don’t judge. I grab my poppers and lube and crawl up his bed until I’m planted between his legs. I start licking his balls as I replace his hand with my own, stroking his meaty dick. I roll each of his balls around in my mouth before licking up his shaft and taking his cock past my lips. Savoring the flavor of his precum. I pause to hit my poppers, and he hits them as well while I go back to trying to fit him in my throat. It’s too big unfortunately. He gets up and brings me around to the couch at the foot of his bed, where I kneel and bend over. He starts rimming me. It feels fucking amazing, his tongue slobbering at my cummy hole. He reaches for my cock and I tell him that I usually have trouble getting hard with guys, so he gets the message. Eventually I need his cock inside me, so I reach back and grab for him to come up and fuck me. I lube his shaft and then take a hit of poppers as I feel his cockhead enter my cunt. He slowly presses inside, stretching me open. It’s the perfect cock for my hole. About 7.5 inches long, thick and tapering out to the base, about 2.25 inches in diameter, maybe 7.0 inches in circumference. I love being stretched out. Despite what I said earlier I start getting hard while he begins to move in and out of my loose pussy. He keeps pulling all the way out of my hole, the cool air a pleasant contrast to his throbbing cock. He says that he’s never felt a hole as hot and wet as mine, even his girlfriend’s, and he needs to slow down or he’s going to cum too soon. I tell him I don’t mind, and as he grabs my hips and thrusts back inside me I beg him to pump me full of his hot semen. He buries his cock balls deep in my hole, his whole body going into spasms on my back as he shoots cum into my guts. I’m flying high from poppers and the feeling that there is nothing I would rather be doing right at that moment than taking loads of sticky cum from random strangers. After his cock withdraws from my hole, I get back on my knees to clean him off, just like the last guy. I love going ass-to-mouth, tasting the penis that was just in my asshole and the semen that he just bred me with. He seems to be extremely sensitive, even my very gentle, very slow ministrations with my tongue seem to be too much for him. Either that or he gets a strong case of post-nut clarity, and appears to be in a hurry for me to leave. I take his cue and get dressed, making small talk before grabbing the rest of my things. I give him a fist bump before I walk out the door. I go down the stairwell this time so I don’t need to worry about the slow elevators. To my surprise I have good cell reception in the stairwell, so I post up there for a minute to figure out my next move. I send a message to the hotel guy to thank him for the great fuck and for giving me his load, then consider my options. It’s getting close to noon. I’m about a 30 minute walk from my car, and then probably 20 minutes to get up to Boystown. I had previously planned to meet up with another guy in Boystown around 1-2pm. This guy had said he could host at his apartment with his buddy who was visiting. He said they could spitroast me… umm, yes please! I check in with him again—we had chatted earlier that morning to confirm how many other guys I had lined up before them—and let him know that I was able to get a couple loads despite my earlier bad luck. I wait a few minutes but still don’t get any response. Another couple guys have messaged me around the Loop asking if I’d like to get fucked. After some back and forth I find that neither one of them can host either. They want to fuck me in a bathroom somewhere. Sounds a little too risky for my blood. I’m a cumdump, but I don’t want to be a cumdump with a rap sheet. I’m beginning to think it’s time to just head back to the car when Hotel Guy messages me back. “Dude I want a second round haha.” 🤔 I reply, “Right now…?” -to be continued-

I have the suspicion that some “territorial tops”—not all, maybe not even most—want to be the only cock because of fears of contracting STIs. I would understand and respect it more if those guys were simply upfront about that being the reason they don’t want my used hole.

Fucking hot. Nice to hear how you do your setup and work out the logistics. Gives me good ideas for my future anon cumdump sessions… 😈

Would love to feel you stroke my walls and add your load of hot semen 🤤

Mmm keep feeding that thick meat through the hole. Deserves to have load after load after load extracted....

Get rid of the metal one with the “jewel” base. Those are dangerous because the base isn’t bigger than the widest point of the plug, at least for the largest one in the 3-plug set that many come as a part of. The base is wider than the smallest one in the set, which many beginners think is the only place they can start. But they quickly find that their hole can take wider much quicker. And the weight and shape of them make it easy for your hole to suck it up and for it to tumble end-over-end once it’s inside. I can’t imagine trying to pull one of those out when the base is on the other side. From personal experience, my hole sucked one of those plugs all the way up. Luckily I was able to fish it out before it tumbled. I found a lot of similar stories like mine online, with worse outcomes. These are a safe option. Butt Plug Trainer Kit for Comfortable Long-Term Wear, Pack of 3 Silicone Anal Plugs Training Set with Flared Base Prostate Sex Toys for Beginners Advanced Users [think before following links] https://a.co/d/5lbwMxn

Why not buy a bigger toy and practice solo? That’s what I did, and I have no problem taking big dicks. It might take some time to work up to a really big size, but it’s worth it. And a real penis will almost always be squishier than a dildo, even the dual-density silicone ones. If you can fit a dildo inside you, you should have no problem fitting a real cock that’s slightly bigger than that.

At the end of many very long paragraphs 🤦🏼‍♂️ Sorry, I guess it’s not *that* simple. Just my experience of course, I’m sure there are other guys married to women with vastly different experiences.

@hntnhole similar to @aj99, I didn’t know I liked sex with men until I got married to a woman. That’s one answer, which can explain things for both gay and bisexual men who marry women before they discover their sexuality. There are also bisexual men who knew about their sexuality, but still choose to be with/married to a woman. Maybe they lean more toward women. Or maybe they’re evenly split sexually and/or romantically, but find it’s easier to get their needs met by being in a relationship with a woman. I have had both experiences. As I mentioned, I only learned I’m attracted to men after I got married. But I also love having sex with women. So I’m bisexual. After my ex-wife and I got divorced, I had the new experience of trying to date and explore my sexuality for the first time. I discovered that sex with men is so easy to get, whereas casual sex with women basically does not exist. You need to invest way more time and effort into getting pussy than you need to invest to get cock. But what if you need both? I knew at that time that I definitely need pussy, but I eventually discovered that I need dick as well, that it wasn’t just something I could get out of my system (as my ex-wife suggested). I was open with girls I was dating that I’m bisexual. That scared many of them off—most women, regardless of how liberal or open or tolerant they claim to be, are not cool with dating a bi guy. When I started dating my current girlfriend, I told her about my bisexuality, and that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to give up having sex with men. She stuck around. About 7-8 months later, after a few strong bi-cycles, I knew I needed cock and cum again. I told her, and thankfully she was up for opening the relationship so I could get my needs met. That was three years (and many cocks) ago. I get my emotional needs met by being in a relationship. By being in relationship with a woman who is willing to give me a hall pass occasionally, I get all the pussy I need, and although I don’t get enough dick, I get enough to satisfy my craving for a little while. Generally, I’m not romantically attracted to men (although I’m open to it). But if I found myself in a relationship with a guy (meeting my emotional needs and my sexual need for dick), I wouldn’t be able to satisfy my need for pussy. Women just don’t put out as much as guys do, but that doesn’t change the fact that many guys need pussy. So bisexual guys will go to greater lengths to get pussy than they will to get cock. It’s that simple.

Most guys think it’s really hot when I tell them I have her permission to take as much cock and cum in my holes as I can get.

This just happened to me too. First time ever getting semen in my eye. Not fun.

Guy’s condo. He agreed to host a gangbang for me. Showed up at his place, a nice condo in an upscale part of town. It’s filthy. Definitely dog food and maybe dog shit on the floor. Bathroom was covered in his hair. No sheets on the bed. Worst part about it was there was no Wi-Fi and I got horrible signal there with TMobile. His complex was gated, so a lot of the guys who were trying to show up and fuck me couldn't get through. A few were able to—probably just following cars through the gate—and I was able to collect five loads. But still, never doing that again.

Looking for a good spot around the city to jack off in my car. Looking for free, private, good sight lines to see people coming, can leave my car running so it’s not freezing. Any recommendations would be much appreciated.

Unfortunately there’s not much research on this subject, so I suspect we’re both generalizing from our own anecdotal experiences. Might be an interesting study. All of the bisexual men I know personally are attracted to trans women. (In addition to self-identified bisexual men, I am also including in that group several men who identify as “straight” or “bi-curious,” but claim they’re simply attracted to penises.) I understand language and abstract thought are different across cultures, and that both are constantly changing. But I also think that language is political, and individual (and ultimately collective) decisions about what language to use have political consequences. I am a leftist. But I am also a political pragmatist. From a pragmatic perspective, I think the attempt to introduce unnecessary distinctions related to sexuality and gender—along with the attempt to force larger populations to accept those distinctions and any new definitions—does more harm than good. What good is achieved by introducing the concept of pansexuality? The concept did not exist in mainstream popular culture 30 years ago. A broad and inclusive concept of bisexuality did exist (see Ochs’s definition). So I still fail to see the reason for the introduction of pansexuality as a concept. And that’s coming from a leftist bisexual man with a background in political science, philosophy, psychology, and gender studies! Imagine what the concept of pansexuality sounds like to your average everyday American, who may have just recently started to come around to the idea that, “You know, LGBTQ people aren’t so bad. That couple down the street seem nice enough. So what if they want to get married? It doesn’t affect me at all.” Trying to force change for the sake of change is bound to create backlash, and the concept of pansexuality is not a hill worth dying on. Especially when there is a whole battalion of far-right religious fundamentalists waiting in the wings with plans to dismantle hard-earned LGBTQ civil rights. All they need to achieve their goals is anti-LGBTQ momentum in the cultural center mass of America. And all that requires is a spark that makes the LGBTQ community seem unreasonable. Here’s a funny clip I saw making its way around Instagram recently that helps illustrate my point. Although lighthearted, it underscores a more serious cultural idea: that the LGBTQ community is unreasonable, demanding, whiny, silly, and yes, obnoxious and narcissistic. (Maybe “unserious and self-absorbed” might be a better way of putting it.) That each of us must be seen and heard and understood by everyone in the wider population. That we are all unique snowflakes who deserve to be recognized and celebrated for our uniqueness. From personal experience, I deeply understand why recognition and acceptance of one’s sexual identity is important. But when trying to gain and hold political ground in a diverse, heterogeneous democratic society, I’m much more concerned about the effect of pushing those ideals on your average dullard who listens to Joe Rogan and Tulsi Gabbard. When deciding what label to use to describe my sexual identity—either (a) a relatively recent niche term that is poorly defined even within its own community, let alone the larger public; or (b) an accepted, inclusive term in long usage that is generally understood within the larger public—I think it’s important to realize that language has political consequences, and anti-wokeness wins elections.

I believe there is significant overlap of bisexuality and pansexuality. In our popular culture, the concept of bisexuality has a longer history than the concept of pansexuality. Unfortunately, the concept of pansexuality and its alleged distinction from bisexuality have been pushed recently by culture warriors who want to draw divisions rather than accept existing definitions that are inclusive and already well-understood in popular culture. Historically, non-hetero sexuality and transgender identity were mostly hidden from public view and discussion. Because heterosexuality was the only culturally acceptable sexual identity in much of the world for the last two millennia, all non-heterosexual identities were initially lumped with its opposite—homosexuality. This made sense in a Western Christian world steeped in duality. As people with non-heterosexual identities began fighting for (and winning) cultural recognition and civil rights over the past century, the concept of bisexuality began to gain recognition in popular culture. The Kinsey scale recognized sexuality as a spectrum with heterosexuality at one end and homosexuality at the other—the scale recognized gradations in between the two extremes, but everything in between was lumped under the bisexual label. There was no separate recognition of attraction to transgender individuals, or distinction between attraction to cisgender and transgender individuals. Labels are simply a way to communicate—with oneself and with others. Historically, by adopting the label “bisexual,” people communicated to themselves and to others that their sexuality was not strictly heterosexual and not strictly homosexual. Thus, “bisexual” became the way to identify people who were attracted to more than one gender. It is still the easiest way to identify people who are attracted to more than one gender. Since the 1990s, bisexual activist Robyn Ochs provided an inclusive definition of bisexuality: “the potential to be attracted—romantically and/or sexually—to people of more than one gender, not necessarily at the same time, not necessarily in the same way, and not necessarily to the same degree.” I agree with Ochs’s definition of bisexuality. I’m sure those of us who are terminally online can understand the capacity for nuance here, and that there are likely some people for whom the distinction between bisexual and pansexual means a great deal. I honestly cannot think of a specific example where that might matter, because all I can see is the potential for divisiveness for its own sake. What is the benefit of drawing a distinction between bisexuality and pansexuality? Assuming a limited definition of bisexuality as being attracted to only two genders, where pansexuality fills the space of the expansive definition of bisexuality, is there really a benefit in being able to communicate that distinction? I honestly think it’s really a useless distinction. I believe the vast majority of people who identify as bisexual are in fact attracted in some way to transgender individuals as well as cisgender individuals. I am bisexual under the expansive Ochs definition. There are nuances to my sexuality (I am heteroromantic; I have a high libido; I am attracted to feminine male-to-female transwomen, and feminine female-to-male transmen; I am generally a bottom with men, and I am attracted to masculine men; I have not yet had the opportunity, but I think I am attracted to feminine men and I’m interested in topping them). But most people don’t need to know all of that nuance; I can simply say I’m bisexual. Saying that I’m pansexual—in my mind a useless and needlessly complicated term—is less well understood, and would often require unnecessarily obnoxious and narcissistic follow-up conversation.

That's a fair point. But (and I'm splitting hairs here) the rationale behind those results is political, not legal. Chief Justice Roberts is a political animal, and his job is almost as political as a House whip. He's trying to chart as much of a path toward moderate conservatism as he can, trying to avoid the legacy of a Chief Justice Taney (Dred Scott) or Stone (Korematsu). SCD makes authoritative declarations surrounding legal theory, but that's a load of bollocks. Conservative justices who for decades beat a steady drum of originalism and strict constructionism just blew that up for political gain in multiple cases (e.g., Dobbs, West Virginia), tossing stare decisis out the window. Upcoming Senate and presidential elections and the health of Clarence Thomas (74) and Samuel Alito (72) will have significantly greater impact--by orders of magnitude--than whatever legal theories the justices pick and choose between (or create out of thin air) to rationalize their preferred political outcomes. It's easy to wax poetic about legal theory and ignore hypocrisy when your side has the votes. I'm just saying the philosophizing in this case comes with a large whiff of horseshit.

As a constitutional lawyer, my general advice would be to not put too much trust in what SouthernCumdump has to say regarding legal interpretation.

To OP: in your original post it was unclear whether you asked for evidence the other guy was on PrEP, or for evidence of recent test results. Either way, if I'm the guy you're asking, I would not be offended per se (truly, this hypersensitivity nonsense has really gone way too far...). If you were asking for evidence I was on PrEP, I probably would not provide you with that information. Here are some facts that support that decision: Your reason for asking me about my PrEP would appear to be concern about contracting HIV. You can take your own precautions against protecting yourself from HIV, i.e., get on PrEP (which it sounds like you plan to do; good for you!). You have a responsibility to protect yourself as much as reasonably possible, and you cannot rely on others to protect you. After my first year of taking PrEP, my doctor no longer tests for the presence of the drug in my system when I do my regular STI panel every 3+ months. Thus, the only "evidence" of me taking PrEP would be a photo of my pill bottle, pills, or the prescription itself. That information seems somewhat intrusive, and could impact my safety and discretion. Considering the fact listed above, I would be worried about hooking up with someone who expected me to provide that level of detail about my life without taking responsibility for their own safety. There are some guys out there who might lie about their status, and might lie about taking PrEP, so I would be confused about why you didn't just ask for my test results. Test results provide direct evidence of HIV status, at least for a snapshot in time. Test results are more difficult to fake than a verbal response, and I would guess faking test results is a rare occurrence considering the effort and malice required. If you were asking for evidence of test results, that's a different story for me. I think asking a potential partner about their STI status is normal and part of being a sexually responsible adult for many people. Asking STI status is different than asking for proof of STI test results, of course. But for me, that's along the same lines as asking STI status, and way less intrusive than asking for proof of my prescriptions. I would probably provide test results if asked. Many people would not provide test results if asked, and that's fine too. Because I'm on PrEP, because I get tested regularly after every hookup, and because I understand that STIs come with the territory of being a cumdump slut, I don't ask for STI status or test results. I inspect cocks and ask about any open sores or rashes--there's nothing that takes me out of the moment more than starting to suck a guy off and seeing an open sore on his dick--but other than that I understand that I'm taking a calculated risk by having sex with relative strangers. However, I do understand the impulse to want to be sure. I am concerned about catching STIs, mostly because I don't want to bring them home to my girlfriend. We have an open relationship. She allows me to hook up with guys once every few months. I get tested 2-3 weeks after every hookup. She had initiated sex with me after my hall passes within the 2-3 weeks before testing, but since I contracted chlamydia in March 2022 and passed it on to her (we both got treated), we now can't have sex during that pre-testing window. That sucks, but we all make trade-offs in life. For me, having a potential male partner ask me about my STI testing regimen or offer to provide his own puts my mind at ease and allows me to really get out of my head and into the fuck. There are other situations where guys have rational reasons for wanting to be sure about a potential partner's STI status. There are gay and bisexual guys like me in open relationships who don't want to bring things home to their partner. A lot of guys aren't as lucky as me in that regard. Many are in relatively sexless marriages where there is a significant discrepancy in sexual desire, and they're cheating on their partners. I don't judge them. Many other guys are new to sex with men or simply new to sex period. Many haven't learned about taking responsibility for their sexual health, or that STIs aren't the big bad bogeyman the United States' puritan culture would have you believe. Establishing and maintaining reasonable boundaries about your sexual health is important. Even if you may have gone too far in asking for proof of PrEP or test results, it doesn't make you an asshole. Unless you're leaving something out of your story--e.g., after you asked, the other guy said he wasn't interested and you pestered him about it--the other guy was kind of a douchebag for blocking you. He could have simply been an adult and told you he wasn't interested anymore. We need to normalize communicating like adults with others, including those with whom we disagree. And we need to stop being so offended by every possible slight that we either shut down conversation or claim the moral superiority of some false and unearned victimhood.

It’s discrimination to ask if someone is negative for STIs? Wow, what a soft world we live in these days.

Five guys fucked me, and four came in my ass (the fifth gave me a facial while one of the other four busted in my hole). This was at a bathhouse in Phoenix. I was there for about 4 hours. I’ve had similar experiences at the same and other bathhouses in Phoenix and Chicago. Most of the time I’ll have a load or two inside me when I go to the bathhouse, but I’m not counting those as part of my stats for the purpose of this poll. During my other visits, I’ll usually get fucked by three or four guys and take two or three loads in my hole.

Just recently, yeah. Just posted video of me taking cock. @enjoy_chi

I’m a total bottom with guys. I don’t like to kiss, but I do like and have enjoyed sex with dominant bareback tops. What part of “dom bareback top” means hard kissing will be involved? Nothing about “dom bareback top” seems like it necessarily involves any kissing, let alone hard kissing. “Tops” put their cocks in my ass. “Bareback tops” put their cocks in my ass without a condom, and shoot their loads in my hole. Do you think by saying you’re “dom,” that means you get to kiss guys without discussing it beforehand, and to do so without any reaction or protest from the “submissive bareback bottom”? Even if he’s not into hard kissing, or not into kissing at all? None of us were there, so we don’t know if his reaction was way over the top. We also don’t know other details of the interaction, such as how big each of you are, which might affect how threatened he felt. I agree with you that #metoo culture has gone way too far, and based on what you’ve told us, there’s certainly no need for any accusations of rape or criminal sexual assault on his part. We shouldn’t require sex to be sterile and transactional for all parties to feel safe. But when a submissive person communicates his or her limits—regardless of how or how well they are communicated—any dominant person worth respect would show enough care and maturity to accept those limits, to pull it back with grace and dignity, and to either offer to communicate better about hard and soft limits (it still interested), or end the encounter politely (if no longer interested). Even if he was way over the top in his reaction, sounds like you acted like a child in response. Take the high road next time. Self-identified “dominants” who don’t handle rejection well are an enormous red fucking flag with a capital “F,” hiding insecurity behind over-the-top machismo, and definitely not worthy of respect as true dominants.

It was somewhat tongue-in-cheek. I grew up Catholic—hence my subversive use of the term “confess,” because fuck organized religion and fuck the idea of a creator who gives a damn what or who I do with my genitals as long as consenting adults are involved. But there are also many versions of what it means to confess. I had to get over a lot of that Catholic guilt to accept and love myself for who I am. As a bi man with a religious conservative family married to a woman from a judgmental conservative family, living in a conservative state with conservative friends, I didn’t feel like I had anyone in my life I could tell. That eventually changed, partly because of this site. I was able to slowly tell my family and friends, even to the point where I lost family and friends to different degrees. I’m not looking for forgiveness from anyone else. But telling my story to someone, anyone, was freeing.