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Its important to really listen to what black guys tell us about their experience. Its their experience, not anyone else's. In this case, the OP is telling you his experience of "most white men". Carving out a special place for white men who are different, like you, isn't necessary, as the OP explicitly leaves room for you and white men like you by deliberately using "most white men". I see exactly the same reaction in straight men when I talk about the casual and unthinking homophobia of *most* straight men. I get complaints I'm painting all straight men, even thought I was pretty clear I wasn't. I grew up in another English-speaking country that is significantly more multi-cultural that the USA, so I didn't grow up in the race dynamic here. We have our own shameful history of racism, brutality, injustice and their long, horrible hangovers into the present. I'm not a stranger to these tensions, although they are different to what I grew up with. I always knew I was adopted, so I knew that my unknown ancestry made broad racism potentially self-injuring. I'm what people would call "white", lets not talk about what bullshit those kinds of terms are when genetics and admixture are so much richer and more complex, but I felt like I could be any mix within races that could be read as "white". Regardless of how I felt and acted as a result, it didn't and doesn't change the overall experience of brown, black, and native people the world over. In aggregate, they are treated unjustly. In aggregate, they aren't valued the same. US institutions have racist assumptions in their history and in their present. Individuals being a little bit better in a human sea of terrible doesn't change how black men experience the world, just as the good straight folks doesn't change my experience as a gay man. We have to be okay with letting them share their experience and amplifying their voice, without feeling a reflex to defend ourselves.

Put a rough, strong guy in a suit near me and my cunt will be awash in no time. Love men in suits, and being fucked by them.

I've been talking to a dominant visiting my city. We haven't been able to get together because we have no place to do the kind of intense play and fucking he enjoys. Still, he's mentally cranking up the fuck-need in me to a point that I needed something yesterday. I went to a porn theatre on a terribly slow day, where no one came in for several hours. It started getting to be around quitting time for tradesmen and more men filtered in. I sucked and teased a big bearded guy with massive thighs until he decided he'd waited long enough. After I'd been jamming him into the back of my throat, holding him deep while holding my breath and sliding my tongue up and down his shaft while swallowing, he lifted up his belly, pushed my head further down onto his root, and let his belly hold me down on him. Then he grabbed me by the back of my skull and neck and fucked up into me fast and hard, cutting off my air in favor of getting his seed into my throat. I worked his nipples and fucked my skull onto his cock like my life depended on him cumming. After almost a minute of skull-fucking me, he jammed his fat knob extra-hard in me and pumped his cum into me for about 20-30 seconds. Then his vice grip on my head relaxed and I could swallow the sperm he'd fucked in and breathe. I was light headed, but looking up into his widely grinning face, I was happy I'd pleased him and earned his load. While I'd been focused on him, a few other men had filtered in. Straightening myself up, I did a quick turn through the three rooms to see who was there. One man stood out, a tall, very strong-looking Hispanic man in his mid to late twenties wearing worn construction gear and boots. I decided to hang out nearby to scope him out. He unbuttoned his dirty work jeans and put one hand into his underwear while putting the other up and resting on top of his head, exposing a sweaty pit. Good enough. I sat next to him and looked openly at his groin and face testing his reaction. Seeing he was comfortable, I asked if I could touch him and, a little surprised I asked, he said "Sure". I pulled the waistband of his trunks below his balls and touched him, feeling stubble from his balls to his cock shaft. Encouraged by his thickening under my hand, I licked and sucked his cock into my mouth. After a minute of this his cock was very hard, that hard we dream of, although a fairly average size. Moaning with pleasure as I tasted a surge of his precum, I sucked him in deep, licking his knob and polishing it, feeling it throb and jump in my mouth. He was clearly enjoying it, groaning and sighing and, when I'd take him root deep and hold him in my throat, he'd grunt softly and fuck up into me with gusto. He felt like a breeder. After sucking him a fair while and tasting a few more surges of his precum, he commented that it takes him a long time to cum. I asked if he liked to fuck ass and he said yes. I smiled and did something I knew he liked and made his cock throb and dance. After a few more minutes of teasing I ask "Do you wanna fuck me?" He looked at me with that sex drunk look guys get and nodding, said "Yeah" standing up right away. I got up, turned around, dropped my jeans, and handed him the lube. "Use plenty, I'm tight at first, but I'll be ready to take it hard pretty quickly." He nodded, lubing up his cock with one hand, and bending me over the chair I'd been sitting in with the other. He rubbed his firm knob below my hole, swiping the lube up into my cunt lips. He pressed in and I felt the burn of not enough slickness. Turning my head back, I whispered, "A little more..". He complied and the next time he rested his cock on the lips of my cunt they parted tightly, but smoothly around him. He slid all the way into me forcing the contented groaning sigh that penetration gets out of me. I set my legs to hold my cunt at his height and he started to fuck me. He gripped my hips firmly and slapped his cock hard into me, earning a slutty moan, and me bracing one arm against the wall for what I suddenly realized was going to be a rougher fuck than I'd expected. As he hit a fast slapping rhythm in my ass, his whole body's strength was focused on fucking as hard as he could into my cunt. At a young and strong 6'2" and ~230lbs that was pretty damned hard. I put both hands on the wall and pushed back through my arms, shoulders, torso, and rotated my hips so my cunt lined up with his pounding. I set my legs a little stronger too. Taking my setting myself as a kind of signal, it felt like his cock got even harder and he started to really pound and rotate his hips with each stroke to get deep into me. He'd been making low grunting noises of satisfaction as he fucked, and I'd been letting each thrust push the air loudly out of my lungs, occasionally muttering "fuck" and "yes", but now they stepped-up in intensity. I suddenly realized how loud and energetic our fucking had become, and saw we had a number of people watching him pound into my cunt. I didn't know how he felt about the onlookers, so under my breath I started saying "That's it, get it all the way in there..." "Fuck, you feel so good in my ass..." bringing his focus back onto his cock in my cunt. At one stage he slowed down and seemed to be trying to lift my body off the ground just with his cock, forcing himself deep inside me. Fuck, he was strong. I think he was deciding whether and when he wanted to cum in me. I lifted and dropped my ass onto his cock a few times slowly, rotating my hips to change the sensation for his cock. I think that's when he decided he wanted to cum. He used his hands on my hips to pull me into the position he wanted, and started fucking hard, but slowly into my cunt, each slapping thrust easily heard in the other rooms. After a few minutes he sped up to the kind of pace I think of as a chase. He got faster, and fucked into me harder, his breathing now heavy and each thrust sending me into the wall hard. Instinctively, I felt like he was building up to breed me. Firming up my legs and my torso, I started pushing back on his thusts, sending him the message that I needed his seed in my gut. That's when he thickened in me and began fucking his virile seed up into my fertile well-fucked cunt. Each thrust he pulled himself into me hard, feeling his cum filling me, emptying his balls with a long groaning sigh, punctuated by more thrusts. He slowed and stopped, staying inside me. I gripped his workpants and pulled and pushed his cock into me a few more times. Clearly saying "More?". He pulled out and I tightened my cunt to keep all that young virile cum inside me. I said if he has another load I'd love to take it. He smiled, said "Thanks", and fixing his clothes, left. Holding that juicy cum inside me, I sucked another load from the big sexy bearded guy who'd been watching me get fucked through the glory hole from the other room. I really needed more fucking, but I was out of time, so I headed home. Lifetime loads at this stage were 29 taking me to 30. Yes, it was 12 in my last "Last load" story. Since then I found a guy who gave me at least 17 loads over many hours of deep intense fucking. That's the post I lost.

While I understand the sentiment above, that open relationships are hard and take work from everyone in them, the implication that they are somehow dangerous, or of themselves an extinction level event for a relationship is alarmist and not born out by any of the data I've seen, or the open relationships I've known. A couple of observations I think might be helpful. According to my therapist friends in Seattle, about 50% of gay relationships are open. So about half of gay couples are making it work where I live. One study I found in Germany had a base of 1000 gay men and of them 41% were currently in an open relationship or had been in the past, so we are in the same ball park. Next, that society has traditionally used similar rhetoric referring to consensually non-monogamous relationships, that they are dangerous, unsatisfying, and less than ideal, but the reality is far from the stigma applied by society. From a recent study "Reasons for sex and relational outcomes in consensually nonmonogamous and monogamous relationships: A self-determination theory approach" by Jessica Wood, Serge Desmarais, Tyler Burleigh, Robin Milhausen (First Published March 23, 2018, in the Journal of Social and Personal Relationships): “We found people in consensual, non-monogamous relationships experience the same levels of relationship satisfaction, psychological well-being and sexual satisfaction as those in monogamous relationships,” said Jessica Wood, a PhD student in applied social psychology and lead author of the study. “This debunks societal views of monogamy as being the ideal relationship structure.” Finally, it's easy to blame the open relationship when a relationship ends, certainly much easier than acknowledging all the other underlying reasons that it might have ended. Open relationships, like many other things in our lives, create a crucible that lets us see what's important, what we want, and what we don't want. Once that happens, hard decisions are the next step.

Now I want to know about all of them.

You need to get tested and get on PrEP immediately. First, here are the PrEP providers in Texas. I can't see a DAP in Texas, but there is always financial support from Gilead, the drug maker. It looks like you can get it at Planned Parenthood and I found this article talking about a doctor who runs a clinic focused on PrEP in Dallas. From the article (my emphasis): "Truvada has been FDA-approved for about six years. It’s a once-a-day pill that would cost about $1,200 a month in cash. But it’s covered by most insurers, and its parent company, Gilead Sciences Inc., offers programs to help high-risk individuals cover costs that are associated either with a lack of insurance or with high deductibles and co-pays, Pounders says. “If somebody wants to do it, there’s a way to get it,” he says." Go get it.

In Washington State there is a program called PrEPDAP which allows at risk populations to get free access to PrEP. That's how I'm getting PrEP at the moment. If you are in Washington State or any other state with a similar DAP, there is *NO EXCUSE* for not being on PrEP.

I had this experience for the first time a few weeks ago. A tall, strong, 9+" man got up in me so deep and tight that I felt my guts shift around him. After hours of fucking and more than 8 loads, I didn't see a drop escape into my lower cunt. It was in so deep, I absorbed it all.

I think you're talking about the sphincter to the Sigmoid colon.

How many daddies are you fucking, brother slut?

It's his boss fucking him. Who teaches that silly idea? Its always good to serve men higher in the pecking order.

I'm down with most everything here. Of the things that are on the "will remain fantasy" list, 2, 3, 4, and 7 are all frequent things colonizing my mind. Regarding #3, I have my chastity cage already picked out, sized, and priced. I don't get why it's on your "stay fantasy" list.

This. 100% this.

I've never been fisted, but if it's like this, I'd definitely like to be.

Thanks, lesson learned. The side effect being I'm not going to invest the same level of effort in my writing again.

I have been working on a Last Load draft post that I'd just about finished over many days. Suddenly the draft is gone and I can't get back to it. It was real work to write and I'm pretty down thinking it's gone forever. Is there any way I could find the post or recover the text?

I was either 12 or 13, I know it was warm weather. The religious brother who was my dormitory master at a Catholic boy's home took me away for an overnight trip. I'm pretty sure he drugged me before fucking me so hard I was still bleeding the next day. Full story here. <= Not erotica.

I think of it as savaging the West.

I think we need to establish a kind of legacy or membership inter-breeding program.

I don't know about that last statement. I was able to arrest the pushing out at a certain stage. I'm not sure how much of his 9" were still inside me, but I did something and he said "You've stopped pushing me out". It's all a learning experience.

I'm really interested in understanding in what way guys you've fucked are damaged goods and therefore no longer fuckable.

Color me shocked. Not. 😉

Thanks, this was after more than four hours of him fucking me pretty hard, pissing into me and filling me up, and then piss-fucking me while I was full. I lost count after eight loads. It sounds like it's just my body working as it should by design.

I've been told by a dominant man who's been fucking and breeding me that I'm "domming from the bottom" because after he cums in me my hole "pushes him out". Firstly, there's no conscious desire on my part to push him out, in fact the reverse is true. I want him to stay inside me until he's ready to give me another load. The reality is that I have a tight hole that hasn't been fucked much and it seems pretty normal for a tight hole that's just been soundly fucked and stretched to try and return to its prior state. This is especially true when his cock is less hard than it was before he came. Now, he has a long cock so it takes a fair while for his cock to slide out of my cunt. I'm interested in hearing from tops and bottoms on what's normal, what their experience is, and what this might be about.

You're a great candidate for a chastity cage to formalize his control and denial of your orgasms, and to limit your ability to even get hard.