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Although I was broken in with almost a 7.5 in cock I preferred smaller cocks in size and girth. However being a bottom all my life over years I started experiencing anal orgasms through prostrate pounding. Also my ass remains gaping and open and smaller cocks do not satisfy me sexually anymore. My prostrate is about 4.5 inches inside and needs proper pounding. Anything less than 7in is not my preference any more. Having said that smaller cocks still appeals me because I can accommodate the cock in my mouth for a throat fuck. It's all mood dependent. If I need to break my dry cycle then any cock is a cock but if I am at the luxury of finding a cock to ride I will go with anything more than 7in. Having said that big cock is more of a stereotype because average cock size across various ethnicities is between 5in and 6in.

This is a big discussion within the medical community as told to me by my ID specialist - Prep fatigue. Prep is a medical miracle for the community and a couple of breakthrough cases are based on inconsistent use. A Prep resistant strain would harm a lot of people who religious take Prep to stay negative. TBH it is not a joke to mess around with medication doses. Either take it everyday or on demand or ask for Prep injection. If Truvada is an issue switch to Descvoy. If at all just stop the medicine and take chances but do not ruin it for others who want to take care of their health and the health of others around them. Such discussions really scare a lot of men that I know.

Since losing my virginity I never kept a count. I am trained to be a submissive bottom to sexually please men. I am trained to be available for men to be fucked anytime they want sexual relief. But if I have to guess the number then it would have at least 3 zeros. I went through a phase where my stepfather would find cocks for me then through a phase where I would take any or every cock inside me to a phase of spikes in sexual activity followed by a long dry spell to being a selective bottom. I am stepping back into my second phase once again where I am taking every and any cock available to me.

My stepbrother was the first cock in my mouth and after a while when my step father found out he took me under his wings to train me to be a man pleaser, a proud submissive bottom.

I feel like a total submissive woman when I am under a man. I enjoy that feeling.

I am strongly recommended to end my 5 years of medicine free lifestyle. While my stats have remained very steady throughout my doctor will starts ART after October November testing. What is the overall experiences of guys on ART as to staring the medicines? Side effects? Sex drive ? Anything and everything as information advice recommendations are welcome. Starting medicines will begin another phase of my life.

An uncut cock of my stepbrother was the first I put in my mouth. A cut cock with a huge head of my stepbrother's best friend was the first that violated my body. As for preferences prefer cut over uncut due to hygiene however if an uncut has a lot of foreskin and tastes clean then I love to play with the foreskin with my tongue

I put as much details as possible in my profile on hookup apps for the top to understand that I am a total bareback bottom. Despite that if they ask for condoms I respectfully refuse the hookup. Bathhouse or cruising areas are a total different game. No question asked or no answers given. Most tops love a wet hole. I have refused dream cocks just because they insisted on condoms and I have walked out on tops who put condom on despite me refusing a condom entering my body.

Not exactly a bathhouse staff but a staff at the gay themed sex parties. A buddy of mine owns an underground bar and organizes various gay themed events like naked trivia or naked board games etc during the week and sex parties like naked nights or jockstrap nights or thirst traps on Friday Saturday and Sunday nights. I volunteer for clothes check if he is short staffed. There is guy on his staff who did me while I was volunteering at the clothes check right at the desk putting up a show for a few guys waiting for clothes check service. As the Night progressed I was asked by quite a few men to go with them to the dark area to bend over for them.

Generally a bit of salty and sour. Have had tasted sweet salty too. Worst are the ones who smoke cigarettes and/or weed and use drugs. Their pre cum taste is what will give you an idea about what is coming next. If I feel precum taste was awful then I will pull away from the cock when cumming. I am a slut but with personal standards 😆

My step brother's best friend and hockey teammate. While my stepbrother's cock was the first one that I had actually seen hard and sucked on his friend was the first who breached my ass. He did it with my stepbrother's blessing. At 19 years he was 6ft 3in tall hairy and athletic build. I vividly remember his full man bush and a 7.5in cut cock with a huge head. He was on a mission to consummate me but he was very gentle. He actually made love to my body. He is now married to a woman with kids in mid 40s. I meet him whenever I am at my stepbrother's house in Ottawa. He has asked me so many times to get under him but I have always said no just out of respect for his wife who is also a good friend and I don't want to let her down. While the past was great the present is not something I want to ruin. FYI....both his sons are reaching the age of voting rights (in canada consent age is 16 years with conditons) who knows but the future is bright for their uncle 😆

Men on the Net is another website I use. Literotica is also great.

So far less than 50. Haven't been sexually active earlier in the year but caught up with some cocks in the summer. Still about a month more before it starts getting chilly in the night. 2024 tally was 101. I am hoping to at least match last year's tally.

Even if a poz guy says that he is neg trust me that he is undetectable. I hope you understand that our community has seen social stigmatization during the AIDS Era. Many saw their partners and friends dying a suffering death. Many were so traumatized that they wanted to get pozzed and get over with it. AIDS was presented to the world as "Gay Disease". This little bit of historical perspective is necessary for you to understand that bug chasing is absolutely a sexual fantasy. Most pozzed guys are in meds right away. New infections are on decline at least in the modern world. The so-called straight and closet bisexuals tend to have an invincible mindset and they would not want their female partners to know that they are taking Prep and DoxyPep because it shows up on the insurance. Trust me but I get thrilled when someone tells me that he is a poz. Even sub conscious fear in me disappears.

All loads stay inside me. Emotionally and psychologically I feel complete as a bottom with loads inside me. However I do use wet wipes to clean the area just to present my ass to others. However I never push cum out unless it comes out naturally. TBH most tops actually prefer sloppy seconds.

In fact I thanked him for his loads. He is in the Army and on an intense training course where sexual relief and pleasure are hard to come by especially when the soldiers share the barrack room. He gave me his roommate's underwear to sniff and honestly I can only imagine how hot his roommate would be just from the manly smell from the underwear.

(Another real incident from 21 August 25 night) After attending a professional event in Toronto, on my way home under the cloak of night, I found myself at Claireville Conservation Park, my body humming with anticipation. Dressed in my favorite ass-hugging shorts and a cozy hoodie, I was on the prowl for a wild encounter. It was already a week of dry ass since my last fuck. The weed I smoked earlier had my senses heightened, and the poppers were ready to enhance the experience. As I ventured deeper into the woods, the lights around the park filtering through the canopy of the trees, I spotted a figure standing alone, his hand wrapped around his cock. I approached him, fell to my knees, and without a word, took him deep into my throat. His salty, warm load hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of my conquest. Suddenly, a shadow moved, and a second figure emerged. Before I could react, he pushed me onto all fours and buried his face in my ass, his tongue exploring every inch. He entered me roughly, filling me with his load. I could feel his hot cum dripping down my thighs as I stood up, my body still tingling from the encounter. Walking back to my car, I lit a cigarette, relishing the moment. A car pulled up beside me, and a man rolled down his window, striking up a conversation. His eyes were hungry, and soon enough, he was inviting me back into the woods. His cock was impressive, thick and uncut, a solid 7 inches. He fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, making me envious of his wife. As I walked back, I spotted a young corporate type, his eyes meeting mine as he took a drag from his cigarette. I followed him, and he led me deeper into the woods. His cock was a revelation—a thick, sharply curved beast that hit my spot with every thrust. I gripped his ass, urging him deeper, and he unloaded with a force that made me moan. He stayed inside me as I rode out my own orgasm, his cock pulsing with aftershocks. Checking my car clock, I realized it was midnight. In just two hours, I had collected three loads in my ass and one in my belly, a testament to a night well spent.

It's an expression for multiple orgasms. A man may not cum after 3 or 4 orgasms but can still get dry orgasms. Besides being a total submissive bottom since I lost my virginity I have trained my ass muscles to milk a cock and get multiple anal orgasms. I have expressed this in response to other related posts why I prefer cock that reach my prostrate and pound on it. Also Kegels that are a part of my daily exercise.

It's neither Copy and Paste nor AI? Such stories can't be written on normal AI and need subscription for NSFW AI which I believe is waste of money and I don't have a subscription. TBH I just couldn't find more words to express myself. The incident is a real incident and not fictional. Lost words expressing myself

In the quiet of last midnight, seeking a study break, I logged into Grindr looking for a cock to ride. I received a message from a soldier from the nearby Canadian Armed Forces base who promised a manly masculine demeanor and a dream 8.5 in BBC. Since I have had some strong weed he graciously accepted to drive me to his barrack and drop me home after he is done with me. The ride to his barracks was a symphony of tension, each second stretching into an eternity. As we stepped into his barrack room the scent of his room, a heady mix of musk and man, intoxicated my senses. "Sniff this," he commanded, his voice a low rumble, as he handed me a pair of his roommate's worn, black boxer briefs. The fabric, soft and worn, held the essence of him. I inhaled deeply, the scent of arousal mingling with the poppers, sending a rush of euphoria through my veins. My head spun, and I felt a giddy, reckless abandon take over. He watched, his eyes hungry, as I sank to my knees. His cock, 8.5in thick and hard, strained against his pants. With trembling hands, I unzipped him, freeing his length. The sight of him, the sheer masculinity, made my mouth water. I took him in, my lips wrapping around his shaft, the taste of him, salty and sweet, exploding on my tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking, as I deep-throated him, taking him as deep as I could. His hands found my head, guiding me, setting a relentless pace. I could feel the power in his grip, the control he held, and it sent a thrill through me. He fucked my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my own arousal, slick and hot, pooling between my legs. Without warning, he pulled me up, his hands roaming my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spun me around, pushing me face down on the bed. His fingers, rough and calloused, found my entrance, teasing, probing, before pushing in. I cried out, my body clenching around him, as he prepared me, stretching me, readying me for what was to come. He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being claimed, overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans that escaped our lips. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low, primal sound. "You like being fucked like this?" I could only nod, my body too consumed with pleasure to form words. He continued his relentless assault, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension deep within me, ready to snap. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation, of being filled and stroked, sent me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and flipped me over, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "Again," he commanded, positioning himself between my legs. "I'm not done with you yet." And so, the night wore on, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and exhaustion. He fucked me until I was a quivering mess, my body slick with sweat and seed. Until I lost count of the orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and domination. As the first light of dawn crept through the window, he dropped me off at home, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of our night together. I stumbled to bed, my mind a whirl of memories, each one more vivid than the last. The soldier, with his dark eyes and fierce passion, had left an indelible mark on me, a reminder of a night that would forever be etched in my memory.

Not sure if stepfather is considered incest. My stepfather passed during Covid but he was a long haul trucker. I lived with him after my mother divorced him because he payed for my engineering degree. I enjoyed joining him as his trucking assistant during summer. While he knew that I am a gay and a bottom he never did me until one day he saw me riding a fellow trucker in the shower at a truck stop. He never gave me any reason except he said that something clicked in him seeing me on someone else's cock that made him jealous and since then he became my fuck daddy. He was a very caring father and he was an excellent fucker in bed. He knew exactly what I needed to be satisfied sexually. He would proudly share me with other trucker buddies. Since his passing I miss daddies.

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.