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openjock74

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  1. When I was introduced to sex, I wasn't given a choice. I'm glad I wasn't. I was taught that males bond through insemination, that refusing a man's load is a grave insult, and better was expected of me. The experience is SO much better natural, and I crave its natural conclusion, to be seeded deeply or to seed my conquest deeply. There was a time that I used condoms, for a couple of years after college. I regret doing that. I stopped and went back to bareback sex when a regular daddy I was seeing shamed me for it. I'm grateful to him for setting me straight, and haven't looked back.
  2. I did not think I wanted to be fucked. I didn't think it was something I would or could enjoy. When my dad popped me, I didn't fight it because I knew I was obligated to pleasure him. By the time it was over, I was amazed at how great it felt! I couldn't stop thinking about it, and wanted it to happen again. That was a very surprising discovery for me.
  3. I haven't had a wrapped dick in me in a lot of years. The last time was a hookup who met me in a dark place. I didn't see him put it on before he penetrated me. When it was over, I saw it, I said I was disappointed I didn't have his load in me. He shrugged and said "I always do". The next time he contacted me to meet, I told him I only wanted to if he went raw, like a real man is supposed to. He was hesitant, but he did it. We hooked up a few more times, always raw, but he said I was the only one he did that with. 😞 Nowadays, I'm always clear at first contact that it's raw or not at all. I'm better for it, and so are my partners.
  4. It was raw from the start. I was told that cum was good for me, and I needed to get as much as I could. (And I got a lot!) I was also told that refusing a man's load (either by not swallowing or by asking him to wear a condom) was a grave insult. So I got every load I could.
  5. I was taught very early that insemination is how males truly bond. That a real man always inseminates his conquests. Sex has to be bare, or it's not worth the effort. The first time I was fucked was the first time I was bred, and the feeling was incredible, it was like nothing I had or could have imagined. I ached to feel like that again. I felt different, that feeling was so strong, I worried that other people could tell that it happened. That just looking at me, they'd know what had been done to me, and maybe who had done it. That probably would have been very bad news for both of us, but after a while, I just didn't care. I ached to be pumped full of cum again. The first time I fucked, when it was over, I looked down at my conquest and knew that a piece of me was inside him forever. That he'd carry my mark for the rest of his life. It was an incredible rush. It felt so right! For a year or so after college, I "played safe" and used condoms for most encounters. It was profoundly unsatisfying. Fortunately, I met someone who set me straight, and I've never done that again. Sex has to be bare, or I'm not doing it.
  6. I want his cock in my mouth. I love it if he's still thrusting, I'm happy to just have the head, but I love it if he's shooting deep, I know he's getting the most from what my mouth has to give him. I want to suck every drop of cum I can get from his head and shaft.
  7. I gladly take them, and always have. I want loads any way I can get them. I know I'm a slut. When I give loads, my cumdump doesn't need to know who I am.
  8. It's up to the top. It's nice when he takes his time and makes it last, but if he wants to go quickly or hard, and it hurts me for a little while before I open up, that's just something I have to accept as a bottom. It makes me moan louder, and that makes a lot of tops hotter, because they know what their dicks are doing to me. My first couple of times being fucked, I cried. But I toughed it out because that's what a man does, and I needed to become one.
  9. The feeling is certainly more pronounced with a guy who shoots hard on the first shot or two. I've felt it hit the roof or sides of my mouth, even my glottis. But the guys whose load just oozes out, I feel that too, coating my tongue.
  10. Always deep inside my ass. I give up my body to receive the gift of a man's seed. I want to feel that bond with him afterwards, after he's left his permanent mark inside of me. I need to be bred as much as he needs to breed.
  11. It's amazing the power a man's cum has on us. Before it happened, I didn't think it was something I could enjoy at all. After it happened to me, I craved it ALL the time.
  12. Boys are meant to take cock and cum, whichever way they take it. Bottoming wasn't something I wanted, I couldn't imagine how I could enjoy that. When I was popped, I thought it was all about pleasuring him, which I wanted to do, so I didn't fight it. It hurt at first, enough that I cried. But once I relaxed and got used to it, it started feeling good. That amazed and surprised me. I had no idea that was possible. He came harder inside of me than he ever had in my mouth, and he'd cum hard in my mouth many times! Lying there afterwards, with his cum absorbing into my body, I felt different. I couldn't stop thinking about it, how his dick made me feel when it was deep in my ass. It felt strange and embarrassing at the time, but I knew I wanted it to happen again.
  13. I was taught from the start that it's a grave insult to refuse a man's load. I quickly learned how awesome swallowing is. I always do it. I don't want it shot on my face or my chest, I want it in my belly. I want him to know I'm a good cocksucker. Cum is my reward for doing the work. Having me swallow it is his reward.
  14. I was clued in to cruisy locations in a couple of forest preserves near where I grew up, I was 13 when I started biking to them. Locker rooms at a few wrestling tournaments during HS. Steam room at the Y. Showers at two different Ys while my dad and I were traveling to visit colleges. Locker rooms again in college--the main campus rec center had a huge one, almost a maze, and one back corner was very cruisy. (I have a thing for locker room sex, go figure 🙂 )
  15. Day-to-day, I've always been a tighty whities guy. I felt sexy in them as soon as I understood what that was, and still feel that way today. A jockstrap for workouts and sports, and a speedo in the pool.
  16. He's 6" cut, almost 6" around, the same as i grew to be. I loved sucking him right away. I was 12 at the time, so it really hurt the first two times he fucked me, but it was so worth it, and I'm really glad I got used to it in a couple more weeks.
  17. They need it more than anything. They need you to show them, better than they would learn on their own, fumbling around with someone else who doesn't know just like they don't know.
  18. I don't wear condoms, and I don't pull out, ever. That's a discussion before we meet up. If he doesn't want to be bred, or if I don't want him to breed me, we don't meet. When I meet to fuck or get fucked, somebody's getting bred, otherwise what's the point? You do the work, you get the reward.
  19. Oh hell yeah. My introduction to sex was incestuous. I'm not ashamed of it, and it was a wonderful way to grow up. My father and I were always close, but after I turned 12, we became much, much closer. I learned what my body was truly capable of.
  20. I'm absolutely into mpreg in the same way. When I was young, there were two men I was SO hot for, I begged them to put a baby in me whenever they fucked me. They both thought it as crazy hot. Afterwards, I thought it was something VERY weird about me. I had no idea that it was a fetish others were into until YEARS later. Until then, I dreamed of my belly growing, soon enough showing through my sports uniforms, hanging above the waistband of my jockstrap, and others would see what was now obvious: That not only had I given myself to a man, but a man with seed potent enough to take root in me. Whenever I fuck, male or female, I want my seed to take root inside them. I've had some very cute bottoms... I've dreamed of seeing his bellies grow--maybe by surprise--as my child grows inside him. He might be shocked at first, but I know he'll love it as the pregnancy progresses. (And once he's knocked up, I want to see other males pumping their seed into him too!)
  21. I never wear a condom when I top. When I bottom, it's disappointing if the top chooses to wear one. I'll always tell him "you don't have to", and in that moment, that's usually enough, even for men who swore up and down when we were chatting or e-mailing that he ONLY "played safe". But once in a while, I have to settle for the feeling of a cock deep inside me, without the reward of walking away with his indelible mark inside of me.
  22. Both at 12, very fond memories and the first of many, many more to cum 🙂
  23. It is. Puberty starts, hormones rage, we start NEEDing it badly.
  24. I was 11 the first time I shot anything about a month or two before my 12th birthday. I'd been masturbating since I was 10, and honestly the dry climaxes were convenient. Nothing to clean up, nothing to worry about. But as I got closer to 12, I swore I could feel SOMETHING wanted to happen. And then I felt like something WAS happening... except it didn't. I got a little frustrated, thinking "hey, let it happen already!" When I finally shot, it wasn't a lot, and pretty thin in consistency, and it was in a rather inconvenient place. I was almost panicked about finding something to clean up with! And for a long time, it was the only outward sign of puberty. It was a while before my voice changed, I grew hair anyplace new, or started growing in any respect. I knew boys who didn't ejaculate until after they'd started doing all of those. It was maybe the one area I had most of them beat?
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