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Yesterday I hung out (for the second time) with a really interesting man I met on BBRT. We were having a great time talking, but then he decided he really didn't want to wait any longer to fuck me. He undressed me, put me on the bed, undressed himself and then kept eye contact with me as he pushed his cock inside me. He kissed me as he bottomed out feeling so good balls deep in me. He fucked me in a number of positions, several with me trying my hardest to flex back onto his cock more, and came four times in me without once pulling out. They were my fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh lifetime loads. I absorbed them all. I need more. So much more.

The word used is just a token to represent your receptive sex organs. The token used between two people depends on the people, the situation, their kinks, what they need, etc. Sometimes the token in my head is [arse], sometimes [hole] or [boy hole], other times [cunt] or [pussy] or [asscunt] or [furrow] or [womb] or [seed chalice] or [fuck wound]. The token connects erotically with us and with those we hope will fuck and breed us through it. Feeling free about the token we can use means feeling free about what we can experience and surrender to in being fucked and bred by the largest number of men. And isn't that a good thing?

I haven't heard of anyone being wired the way I am. I love nipple play, both giving and getting. Guys who get turned on by having their nipples caressed, licked, sucked, nibbled, and bitten is a great thing for me. I watch their faces as I touch them to map and understand what they like. I've brought guys to orgasm just playing with their nipples. I really like having my nipples played with too, but I like it intense and hard up front. Soft touches and gentle licks don't get it done, I like a man to wake my body and hole up and get it hungry by pinching, pulling, flicking, and grabbing my nipples and chest. Likely this is a cross-over with my kink for being manhandled. I've found only a handful of guys who get it and can light me up. Most men don't want to treat your nipples in a way they wouldn't enjoy - the downside of empathy. The men who got it worked me hard to get everything lit up and firing and then pulled back caressing my nipples and chest tenderly and gently. That's when I discovered that kind of touch made my whole body spasm from the overload of sensation. One of the men in particular played me like an instrument, hard and soft, rough and gentle for a long time until I was in a horny brain-fuzzed fugue. I've never seen or heard of anyone having that kind of intense response to nipple play before. I'd love to learn about what's going on and explore it more. Based on my research, it doesn't seem to be a thing, let alone a common one. Has anyone else experienced or seen reactions like mine?

I've met lots of guys whose nipples do nothing for them, so you're not alone by any stretch of the imagination.

Find an attentive fuck bud who will pull, stretch and rub them raw so they are almost bleeding and they will grow and stay that way. It's how mine went from nearly flat to permantly erect. Now when they are played with mine get even bigger. Mine are visible under very lose shirts. My nipples are sensitive and like hard play, I want them grown so it's obvious what I am to anyone who looks at me. What you describe would be ideal for me. Any Seattle titpigs want a guy to train and grow?

I have a size differences kink that's based on the power dynamic. I'm 5'10" so very tall, very strong, very thick, very insistent and intense men who want their cock in my ass, their knob lodged in my sigmoid, and their seed roughly deposited in the deep place do push some big red buttons. The thing is, if you swap in short for tall the same thing is true. The more I'm manhandled, restrained hard while they use me, and have sore muscles afterwards, the happier I am. I'm the guy who after you fuck me hard presses into the sore and tender muscles to feel it and remember how you felt on and in me. While the extremes trip my kinks, it's men of any size with hard functional muscle behind their fuck and the willingness to use it.

We should definitely meet.

This is one of the reasons that cum sluts are best in chastity cages to maintain need and arousal for the top's pleasure without cumming. This is why ruined orgasms are so useful to clean the pipes without offering actual relief.

Tops that cum fuck your hole with their load, stirring and working their seed deeper into your guts while they harden into giving you your next load.

If he put his cum in me, that's where he expects it to stay. Especially if he wants me knocked up and swelling with his babies.

This is my approach also. Being kind is what you do if you expect to be treated kindly.

This. All of this.

I've done this myself using hypnosis with some sub and vanilla men. Understanding the drives and psychology of the guy you are looking to modify is necessary to get a good result (either getting cock hard or soft). I don't think most men put in the time to do it, let alone do it right.

This sounds like a case of his cock knowing what he needs and his mind getting in the way. I get that he has a set of negotiated rules for his open relationship. I have to ask though, what kind of open relationship rules forbid the thing that makes most people's cocks hard and holes itch? As a mandatory kissing guy, that seems like a way to discourage the sex that the open relationship is meant to allow.

That's one of the types of man I totally go for - big, hairy, intense fuckers who pin you down. I have a thing for being able to grab the fur on their backs to pull them into me.

Damn, I love how wrong and dada Archer is. Goop fits right in. What would Barry's robotic cum be called, I wonder?

The strangest I heard was "baby gravy" as though it's an accompaniment to cannibalism of infants. Urk. I'll take your baby soup into my fertile tureen, your moisture missile of love into my deep wet ground zero, but leave the creepy at home.

I've heard: splooge, seed, essence, jism, cream, milk, spunk, wad, scum, and nut. When I was a kid it was called spoof.

Among my many kinks is one for MPREG. Despite the reality you talk about DBCMH, I'd still be working to get that hyperspermic man's cock wedged up deep in my cervix so that seed can flood in and get the job done.

I'd like to hear how you're doing - locked and hopefully loaded.

I really like the idea of a guy who doesn't breed directly giving me his frozen seed so another man can fuck him into me. Assisted breeding? Breeding by proxy?

I've been on PrEP for a while and decided it was time to get my baptismal breeding. Yeah, over 50 and I'd never had my arse loaded. I'd been looking around for a man to be my loadfather and found a guy I thought would do me proud. A bearded, bearish, and hung man with a cock that stays hard through three or four loads and what seemed like an undiagnosed case of hyperspermia. We set our meeting up a few days in advance and he didn't know he would be giving me my first bare loads. I checked in with him early on the day and found he'd injured himself and hadn't slept the previous night from the pain. I suggested we might want to reschedule if he didn't feel up to it, but he said we could meet as planned if I could just arrive a little later. Fair enough. I did my prep and checked my messages just before leaving on the 30 minute journey to his place. He sent me a text saying we needed to reschedule after all. Totally understandable, but after such a long wait there would be no baptism today... Fuck that. I went up to BBRT and looked to see who was around. I'd only joined a week earlier and noticed someone I'd emailed previously was online. He'd already made it clear he thought I needed to be bred. He's another big-bearded and big-bodied bear with a love of serial ass breeding in different positions. It was early afternoon by this time. Could I come at 4pm when he finished work? Damn, I needed to be home around 5pm and he lived a little over an hour away. Then he offered to step out of work to breed me earlier in the afternoon. That's more like it. I gave him an ETA and got on the road, hoping the prep I'd done would be good by the time I arrived. I was a long drive in heavy rain and tire spray, but I arrive at his house in good time. The door was unlocked and he was upstairs in the master bedroom, laying on his back naked and waving his cock carelessly from the king bed as I walked in. A close cropped head, ginger beard and body hair, and a pair of large nipples on his furry chest. I needed one in my mouth before I thought of undressing. A set of appreciative "hello" and "touch me" noises and then I had too many clothes on. After undressing I climbed on to the high bed to lick and suck his nipples some more until it was clear his cock needed urgent attention. Uncut with the almost completely retracted foreskin crowning it's slender tip like a circlet, it thickened into a torpedo like shape. Focus on his knob, foreskin rolling away, shaft thickening suction with my eyes on his showed when he was ready. His eyes breaking contact with mine and rolling back into his head, his hands working his thick sensitive nipples as blood pulsed into his thickening cock. Soon both hands were holding my head as I took him to the root and held him there for 20-30 seconds at a time, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue while his knob rested in my throat. Suddenly he was moving me into the leg glider position, he slid into the gap between my outstretched leg behind me and the one tucked up next to me, exposing my hole and raising it for him to mount. He rested his knob in the hollow of my ass and drooled his saliva onto the place we met. Then he gripped my shoulder with one hand and pulled me back onto him as he moved forward breaching both inner and outer rings. It hurt, but I breathed and forced myself to relax and wait for the spit to ease the way. Impatient, he lunged forward and got the thickest part of his cock inside me, but I said I'd need lube in my hole to take him fully at that angle. Reaching for the lube, I heard him coat his cock and then felt him trickle a lazy rope of it above and onto my hole. Then in less than a three count, he went from resting in a pool of lube, to being wholly inside me with his balls pulled tight against me. I don't remember the sound I made, but it was one part surprise and one part belated satisfaction. Then he started fucking me with fast full strokes from where he was almost too deep in my guts to bear, to where his knob was only just inside me. My body was shifted forward with every thrust and after a few minutes of diligent fucking I felt him tighten and swell in me. His rhythm became more urgent and, with deep growling and grunting right next to my ear, his cock spasmed jetting his hot silky cum inside me and washing my unloaded past away. He stayed suspended above my arched back for a minute or so, his body wracked with aftershocks and his cock continuing to pulse cum into me and making my hole throb in sympathy. I turned my head slightly and breathed "Congratulations." "For what?" he asked. "For being the first man to breed me. You're my loadfather," I replied rotating my ass up to take him a little deeper. "Really?" he said. "Mmm-Hmm" I said nodding. I asked him to stay inside me as long as he could, but he rolled back on his heels and lay back on the bed, breathing heavily and seeming a little poleaxed. Holding his seed tight inside me, I maneuvered myself so I could lick our juices from his shrinking cock, gently getting my tongue between the foreskin and his knob to clean and polish it. A whispered "Sooo sensitive" encouraged me to slow down and focus on the outside of his foreskin. Soon he was thickening and lengthening into my mouth until his knob reached the hollow in my throat again. "On your back," he directed briskly. I flipped onto my back and he walked himself up between my legs, pushing them back over my head and tucked in close to my ears in much less time that you took to read it. Once he had me in the modified deep impact position he pushed his freshly hard cock into my wet hole a second time, once seated there, he put my ankles in a vice-like grip and pushed my legs back until I was folded in half on my back and my hole rose up to swallow him. Once he had me immobilized and impaled, he leant his weight forward on his arms and on his hips and started pounding into me in a way that told me I'd been lucky to get a warm up. Suddenly I remembered he was 260lbs. Framed and supported by my legs on either side, I could see his whole body was fucking down into me with more energy and urgency than the first time. Grunting and breathing heavily, it seemed like I was suddenly more open when his cock dropped into a new, deeper place. Swearing and fucking down into me more urgently, he thickened in me again and growled out a second load seeming to pull my legs apart slightly to change the sensation for him. Then, without slowing at all, he kept fucking into me with increasing effort. After a few more minutes he groaned and his cock jumped and pulsed in me again. Once he had finished cumming, he lay back struggling to get his breath. He had to go back to work and jump on a call downstairs so I cleaned up, drank some water, dressed and went downstairs to say my goodbyes. As I left I felt the slippery wetness of his three loads slick inside me walking to the car. As I opened the car door a saying jumped into my mind - "You don't get bred by the cock you want, you get bred by the cock you have." Settling my loaded ass a little gingerly into the seat, I smiled to myself and thought, "Isn't that the truth..."