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I am a total submissive bottom since I lost my virginity at a very young age. Since then I have taken multiple cocks and cum in every setting one can imagine. Early on I used to get hard and would work myself to an actual orgasm with a cock inside me. However since last little while I stay soft while being fucked and I get multiple anal orgasms without ejaculation. Even on days I have to masturbate I spread my legs in such a way that when I reach my orgasm my ass twitches and I have to keep masturbating to actually cum after a few ass twitching. Trust me the orgasms are very satisfying. Have any other bottoms experienced this? If so what are your feelings? Tips to increase this pleasure further are always welcome.

In the heart of Toronto, nestled in a trendy loft converted into a playground for the city's most adventurous, I found myself at a jockstrap party. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the underlying musk of sex. The room pulsed with the throb of electronic music, and the hum of anticipation was palpable. I was drawn to the corner where two sexy daddies were holding court, their presence commanding and their eyes hungry with desire. They were both tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Their jockstraps barely contained their massive cocks, and I could see the outlines of their thick shafts straining against the fabric. One had a thick, veiny cock that looked like it could split me in two, while the other had a monster of a cock, at least 10 inches long and thick as a fucking soda can. Their chests were broad and hairy, and their arms were corded with muscle, a testament to their strength and power. I approached them, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They noticed me immediately, their eyes roaming over my body with a predatory gaze. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them said, his voice a deep rumble. "A fresh little meat looking for some fun." I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'm looking for a good time," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We can give you a good time," the other one said, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "But you have to be ready for us. We like it rough, and we like to share." I swallowed hard, my ass clenching at the thought. "I'm ready," I said, my voice more confident this time. They led me to a sling, the leather creaking as they secured me in place. My ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ready for whatever they had in store. They fed me poppers, the sharp, sweet smell filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. The room spun, and my senses heightened, every touch, every sound, amplified. One of them stepped up behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. He rubbed the head against my hole, teasing me, making me beg for it. "Please," I moaned, my body aching with need. "Fuck me." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching me wide. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The other daddy stepped up, his monster cock in hand. He pressed the head against my mouth, and I opened wide, taking him in. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. I sucked him with fervor, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with his arousal. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other fed me his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire as they pounded into me. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, they switched, and I was being stretched by the monster cock. It was intense, the stretch almost too much, but I loved every second of it. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound a symphony of pleasure. As he fucked me, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you tested negative, little one?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes a month now," I managed to gasp out. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And are you on Prep?" he asked, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Again, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the throb of the music and the sound of our bodies slapping together. He leaned back, a wicked grin on his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're going to fill you up with the most potent cum you've ever had. You're going to be fertilized, little one. You're going to carry our seed." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I was theirs to use, theirs to fill, and I was ready for whatever they had in store. The daddy with the thick, veiny cock took his turn next, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the sling creak. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. But the night wasn't over yet. More men joined, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their turn in the sling. I was passed around, each man taking their pleasure from my ass, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall and lean, with a cock that was long and thin, like a fucking blade. He stepped up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding in with ease, stretching me wide. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. Another man took his turn, his cock thick and short, like a fucking baseball bat. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. The night wore on, and I was passed around, each man taking their turn, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. I couldn't keep count of how many men there were, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their pleasure from my ass. Finally, as the night began to wane, the two daddies returned, their cocks still hard and ready. They stepped up behind me, their hands roaming over my body, their touches sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for more, little one?" one of them asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. They took their turns, their cocks stretching me wide, filling me completely. They pounded into me, their hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, their cocks hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. They didn't let up, their cocks driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking their cocks, drawing them deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, they unloaded inside me, their hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as they pumped their load, their cocks pulsing with each spurt. They stayed inside me, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their orgasm, until finally, they pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had been used, filled, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and I knew I would never forget it. After the party, I stepped outside to get some fresh air and have a smoke. The cool night breeze felt good against my sweaty skin. As I was taking a drag, a sexy bartender from the club joined me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You looked like you had quite the night in there." I smirked, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "You could say that," I replied, taking another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I heard you were the one getting fucked in the sling. Is that true?" I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the memory. "Yeah, that was me." He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Well, you're a lucky little twink. I've seen those daddies in action, and they know how to use that equipment." I felt a flush of heat spread through me, remembering the intensity of the night. "They sure do," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, his body pressing against mine. "You know, I've been watching you all night. You're fucking hot, and I've been dying to get a piece of that ass." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face. He nodded, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "Oh, yeah. And I think it's time I had my turn." Before I could respond, he spun me around, pushing me up against the wall of the alley. His hands roamed over my body, his touches firm and confident. He unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head against my ass, rubbing it against my hole, teasing me. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound echoing through the alley, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As we caught our breath, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, my hands still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We smoked in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the cigarettes and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I think you're going to be changing a lot of details on your hookup app profiles soon." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? And why is that?" He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say that the daddies you were with tonight are known for their... potent seed. And from the looks of it, you took quite the load." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I mean, little one, that you're probably carrying a little something extra now. Something that's going to change your life forever." I didn't understand what he meant, but his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As I walked away, my body aching and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for whatever was to come. Two months later, as I lay in bed, feverish and aching, the diagnosis came: HIV. I was bugged, and it was all because of that wild night at the jockstrap party. But as I thought back to the words whispered in my ear, the promise of being fertilized with the most potent cum, I realized what the bartender had meant. I had been changed, marked by that night, and now I carried a part of them with me, a constant reminder of the pleasure and the risk. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a risk I took, and now I was paying the price. But the memory of that night, the intensity of the pleasure, the raw, primal nature of it all—it was something I would never forget. And as I looked to the future, I knew that my life would never be the same.

Last Friday, I found myself wandering through Toronto's Claireville Conservation Park, dressed in my favorite tight yoga shorts that accentuated my curves. The sun was setting, casting a warm, inviting glow over the trails, and I was in the mood for a little adventure. As I walked, I spotted a guy up ahead—tall, fit, and oozing confidence. Our eyes met, and I could feel a spark of something electric between us. He noticed my interest and flashed a playful smirk before turning down a secluded path. I followed, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. The trail was narrow, surrounded by tall trees that seemed to whisper secrets. I caught up to him, and as I brushed past, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire, and pulled me into a hidden alcove. My hands explored his body, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. He was strong, solid, and I could already sense the promise of something incredible. With a quick, confident move, he unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, 8-inch cock that was already hard and ready. The head was swollen, and I could see the veins pulsing with his arousal. I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I savored every inch as my tongue swirled around his shaft. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper. I sucked him with passion, my mouth wet and eager, until he was rock hard and throbbing. But he had something else in mind. He pulled me to my feet and spun me around, pressing my body against a tree. His hands gripped my hips, pulling my ass against him as he ground his cock into my crack. I could feel his thickness, the promise of what was to come. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles until I was dripping wet. Without warning, he bent me over, his cock poised at my entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, as he began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the park, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. But it wasn't just my pussy he wanted. He pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices, and pressed the head against my ass. I pushed back, letting him slide in, the stretch intense and delicious. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to fuck my ass, his cock sliding in and out with ease. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire as he pounded into me. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin was a symphony, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was crying out with each wave of pleasure. I came again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding. We had both gotten what we wanted, and I knew I'd never forget this encounter in the heart of the park. With a final, lingering touch, we parted ways, leaving the trail with a smile and a new memory to cherish.

Stayed at the gay paradise of Toronto the Chelsea Hotel. I was looking for at least 7 loads to complete the load count of 100 for 2024. First load was from a 7.5 in cock from another hotel guest whose gf was getting ready for their dinner night. Then 2 friends from the Gay Village on their way home after drinks. 3rd was a tall 6ft 3in 8.5in thick cock. 4th was a Grindr load and 5th and 6th from the same guy. It was already 130 AM and stepped out for a smoke to find a hot security guy who worked at the hotel. Explained what I was upto and he stopped by during his break to fuck 2 loads out of me back to back and load me with his. Finally reached my 100 load count of 2024 but still horny with a smoothly gaping hole from the fuck session.

Need 7 more loads to reach 2024 load tally of 100 loads. I will be whoring my ass at the Chelsea Hotel Toronto tonight 28 Dec starting 8PM hoping to reach 7 loads tonight. No load refused. Just come fuck me.

I live in a small town North of Toronto and regularly travel to the Gay Village and the bathhouses. Off late I have experienced that most people going to the bathhouse have difficulty getting hard and staying hard. One goes to a gay bathhouse to get sex and when their sexual organs are dysfunctional would they really get the pleasure they have spend their money on? Something that I have experienced about my body is that I get hard instantaneously and stay hard until I cum. I don't use any pills except weed and poppers. In fact it's better to go to a sex party than a bathhouse where chances of find hard cocks increase multi fold over a bathhouse visit. Is this something that a lot of men experienced with their visit to bathhouse?

Just so you know your Titre once they decrease by 4 folds that means from 1:64 to 1:16 after penicillin shot you are considered cured. Usually any rash or chancre cures within 7 to 10 days. You should be OK with sex in 10 days or so. Titre drop takes at least a couple months however doesn't mean you are infectious after 10 days. Titre is a medical indicator that you are cured. You may take almost 5-7 years for titre to go 0. Also your RPR will always be positive indicating you have syphilis antibodies. However your titre will indicate that you are treated and cured.

I find this discussion a bit redundant. It's not about the norm set by big "people". It is very common sense. When in an intimate relationship one not only shares sex but also psychology. Stay committed to the individual. If you aren't able to get what you want from that person then you shouldn't be in a relationship with them. I would rather stay single and enjoy whoever I want without open relationship discussion and more stressor.

I find that gay community itself is it's worst enemy. With medical science progressing so well and with newer preventative medicines available asking to bag up is nothing but a woke virtual signal of holier than thou. A repressed mentality and internalized homophobia. It's pathetic when Bareback gays are judged as sluts and looked upon as infectious promiscuous people. However in our quest to find all sorts of BBC or BWC or middle eastern or so-called straight men we ourselves have made us not in-charge of our bodies. A couple weeks back I was getting fucked at a bathhouse with a beautiful cock and all of a sudden I felt burning in my ass. I knew that the top has entered me with a condom. Although I was high on poppers I pushed him out and got off the sling. He was close to cum and requested a few pounding to which I refused and he got really upset. But it's my body and I am in control of what cock enters me and how. If you insist on a condom then my ass is not for you. I am not scared of any infections and I treat them as and when. If you are so scared then you shouldn't be even at a bathhouse. It's high time bottoms start asserting themselves and their roles. I am in for sex on my terms and if you are not into it we have no meeting of minds and there is no consent. Attempting to fuck me after that is against my will and considered sexual assault.

A cock that is 6in plus is my preference along with trimmed bush and fresh smell. I do not prefer Asian cocks unless they are 6in plus and thick. Altough There are quite a few Asians that I have sucked. Black cocks are just glorified myth. So many fit black guys have small cocks less than 6in.

I don't know what a condom feels like. I am happy with my choice of sex. The intensity and the connection are something to be experienced and can't be explained in words. If you are referring to HIV positivity as sickness then I have never given it a thought and I was going to accept it with grace. It was a matter of time for me. Trust me don't ruin the first time moment with a stupid rubber. There is always one first time and never a second. Sex maybe a physical act but the mental relaxation and satisfaction too play a big role. If you are mentally not ready to experience the physical act my suggestion is don't do it just for the sake of it.

Bathhouses were a need for the community to get together when the community was marginalized. That's not the case any more. The bisexual community is worst affected by such closures as they normally have opposite sex partners at home. Other than that new generation has a lot more options than bathhouses. Bathhouse generally promote body shaming and they are very expensive nowadays. A lot of illegal activities go on in the dark corners of these places. Besides commercial licenses for such places are opposed by the community. While I enjoy a visit or two to the bathhouse in Toronto which has 2 24/7 bathhouses sex is always a hit or miss. People tend to like ABS where only cock and ass are seen and rejection and body shaming are avoided. Bathhouses and other exclusive sex positive venues are indeed a thing of the past and I won't be surprised if these go out of business.

I am from Canada and I have never voted Liberals forget the NDP. As someone said being LGBTQ doesn't mean having to support wokeism. Social justice is good to an extent however social justice will not feed us. Social justice tends to create a state dependent society and that's what Liberals and Left wants in Canada. Strong fiscal policies and fiscal constraints are required to generate income and attract investments. All that Canadian Liberals have achieved is divided society. Canada has become a doormat to criminals. We have gangs operating without impunity. Worst housing crisis. Worst corruption. Worst immigration policy. This is the legacy that Liberals have created. Literally everyone is tired of woke Liberals and Leftists. The under current is strong for a change. This is coming from a person of colour, a visible minority that's how I am identified in Canada.

I have already made my intentions clear when I posted this question initially. No matter how we all collectively think in countries like Canada where health care is universal there is a huge divide in the society in order to bring some sanity to our health care system. Health care never becomes an election issue however changed done after leads to a lot of issues. Case and point I hear no clear policy from the Armed Forces whether a member on Prep is deployable or not. It was very clear however now it has gone into Grey area. Again I apologize if this question is something that shouldn't be discussed here. Health care has been discussed a lot in Canada nowadays. I request the moderators to lock this question and/or delete it. I do not want to make members here agitated for no reason. I asked the question in the appropriate LGBT politics however I would like to get this closed so noone can answer.

Met a young 22 yr military soldier from the military base near my town. Picked him up from his barracks and drove to Toronto to a sex party. A joint and poppers with weed laced lube and I was ready to rock. Got to the corner of a semi darkroom and bent over to suck him. Felt a finger probing my ass, first one then second. Satisfied that I was sufficiently relaxed and lubed a hard cock 8in got up my ass. Got my first load within minutes. Got another one before taking a break. Round 2 I was bent on a soft bench and I got 3 more loads. Round 3 my buddy exclusively used me and gave me his load. I was delirious ad flying high due to weed and poppers and all those internal orgasms that I got. Lost count of how many anal orgasms I had last night. I still haven't orgasmsed with cum since last night but feel like my ass is gaping for more cocks tonight.

My intention was to emphasis on the need for 3 months testing WITHOUT FAIL (capitals) and seriously consider using DoxyPep. I mean look at the breakthrough we have in Prep. Widespread use is bringing HIV infections down. The same applies to the relaxed attitude towards STIs. I have heard many say that STIs are bacterial and 100% treatable. That's not a healthy approach. Then my profile stands out "never refuse a load"

I know this maybe a touchy question for some but that's not the intention at all. My question is specifically for the western world where medical science has progressed and preventative medicines are now widely used. Should we as a society still need to take the burden of providing HIV medications to new HIV infections? I am not talking about the ones already on medication. This is specifically for new infections when Prep and DoxyPep are widely available and prescribed to men at risk. Prevention is always better than cure then why encourage spread of infections by providing care post infection? It's a burden on tax payers for someone's risky behaviors and choosing not to use Prep. Most insurance companies pay for these nowadays. Please be respectful in your responses.

I tend to differ from the general opinion. I do prefer cocks more than 6inches. Being a bottom all my life I have learned a few things about my sexual pleasure. Although sporting an 8in cock myself I never get hard during sex. For me my cock is good for piss and cum dripping. I don't jerk off a lot either. I trained myself to assgasms and most of them are dry but very very powerful ones. My spot is about 4.5 inches inside my inner ring is about 6.5 inches. In order for me to achieve my assgasm I need a cock that can constantly pound on my spot or open my inner ring. I am a demanding bottom and I do not believe in just giving my top their pleasure. Sex is always mutual and I too need physical satisfaction apart from mental and emotional satisfaction.

You are playing with fire and your life unless you know how to carry your positive status with grace. My honest suggestion is don't do it. Use Prep if you want to be liberated sexually and still bareback. Try DoxyPep for STD prevention. When medical science has made so much progress to slowly liberate the gay community from the AiDS scare of the 80s why not make the best use of these miracles. What's the logic in taking a pill afterwards when you can take a pill before and save yourself from other complications. Such decisions are made through the brain and nor dick.

I have had a couple of men who could go back to back however it is in an environment which is like a home in proper bed etc. Saunas and gloryhole I hardly find anyone who either wants to fuck or cum. Besides saunas and other dark gay places are full of drug users and I have seen so many men can't even get or stay hard despite all that sucking. IMO happens when the environment is correct the age is correct and how engaged both men are in their sex.

I am a total submissive bottom and my cock is just good enough for me to piss and drip cum. I treat my cock as a clit and rub it accordingly. Although I prefer assgasm over overgasm. I define myself into 3 categories - mental, physical and emotional. Mentally I know that my existence is in the shadows of alphas. I am someone who is to provide sexual pleasure to these men. I also feel proud of my role as a bottom bcoz without me these alphas may not get the ultimate pleasure that they deserve. Physically I keep myself clean and ready. I eat a lot of fiber so I am naturally clean. I also take Metamucil everyday. I have trained my mouth and ass muscles to please a hard cock. I have trained my ass muscles to milk a cock. Besides I use dildo to stay in practice during a lull. My body is always groomed. I exercise regularly and work my glutes a lot. I also do Kegels. I invest in fashion especially sexy underwear and proudly show them at the gym locker room too. Emotionally - I make myself feel the woman in me. I feel honored to be inseminated and sometimes impregnated by alphas. I prefer my ass to be loose enough for penetratration but tight enough for a pounding. I tend to relax quickly so when I bend over I am able to accommodate any size.

Surprisingly replies to this question runs into 13 pages. People are just so sadist and sick that they feel invincible and never test for diseases. Spreading STDs and claiming ignorance or not getting tested is just pathetic. Consensual sex doesn't mean consent to giving STDs. Please stop with saying STDs are eventual for barebackers. They shouldn't be an eventual.

For me breeding is getting inseminated. A top fucks his cum so deep inside me (with proper rimming, weed and stronger poppers I really open up so well) that his sperms are fertilizing my eggs. If the load carries HIV babies for me that's impregnation.

11 years old I saw pubes and some body hair. Have kept my body smooth since then. Dry orgasms since 10.5 years and first wet orgasm at 12.5 years when I actually saw cum dripping out.

I believe I am born to be a bottom. I feel very proud of my role as a bottom because without me men would not be getting the sexual pleasure they deserve. Since my childhood I was always caring and obessesive about cleanliness and arrangements. I started developing feminine traits and exploring myself accordingly. I was 11 years old when I started growing body hair and pubes and since I have always kept my body smooth. My step brother was the first to give me a taste of his cock at 12 years although I had already started living in the fantasy of becoming someone's wife. He actually took my virginity when I was 12 and 1/2 years and luckily I actually got a wet orgasm. My cum dripped out for the first time when my stepbrother was having his time with my body. Eventually our secret was out to my stepfather when I was 15 years old. By now my mother was divorced from my stepfather. He offered to pay for my university which I was excited about but didn't know that in return I would become his bitch. I was not only in my stepbrother bed but also my stepfather's bed. I was shared with my stepbrother's jock friends and my stepfather's trucker friends. Looking back I am happy with my experiences because my fantasy became a reality. I felt proud that men need me for their sex. I feel like in a position of sexual power thinking how frustrated men would be had there not been a bottom like me. I used to be so satisfied with sex that I was able to concentrate and pass engineering with honors to Eventually get a PhD in electrical engineering. Although I am very straight acting I am still a woman at heart and can be a real slut in bed.