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When I travel for work, the first thing I do on arriving in a new city is figure out the local cruising scene. Which is how I wound up, after dark, walking through a parking lot between Commerce and State streets in Erie Pennsylvania, headed to an adult bookstore, free-balling in nylon basketball shorts and a pink side-slash tanktop. As I walked, I heard a deep, masculine voice call out, “Hey! Boy!”. I turned to see a guy sitting in an older Honda Civic, waving me over. As I got close he asked if I had a light or a cigarette. I apologized for not having either and as I got close I saw he was stroking a monster BBC that would measure the same length as my forearm. He could tell by the way my eyes locked onto his manhood what I was doing in that parking lot. “Like this boy?”, he asked, stopping is stroking only to wipe pre-cum around his cockhead. My tongue instinctively licked my lips. “Yeah boy, come over here and lean through my window, you know you want this”. I nervously glanced around the parking lot, empty of people, a few parked cars, but saw a bank next door, probably decorated with security cameras. “Probably not a good spot for this”, I stammered. “Just come close, no one will know we’re doing anything but talking”, he said in a velvet voice, his strokes resumed and instantly started to hypnotize me. I could feel the lust building in my chest, that feeling that makes my body override every rational part of my day-to-day personality. I leaned down on the window and reached inside, my hand quivering as I touched his warm and rock hard manhood. “This really isn’t safe”, I said in a hushed voice, remembering stories of sting operations in unfamiliar towns and local cops hungry to assert their power. I pulled my hand back and stood up, turning slightly toward the exit of the parking lot. “Naw man, it’s all good here. Where are you going? The porn store?”. I nodded slightly. “Nobody is ever in there but creepy old guys. Come on back and hop in, I got tinted windows”, he said as he gestured toward the passenger door. Slowly I walked around the back of the car, taking a last nervous glance and opened the door. A few fast food cups spilled onto the asphalt as I looked at the collection of food wrappers, bags, and crumbs covering the seat. He swept the paper away and I sat down. Closing the door he rolled up the windows and waved his cock at me. “Get your lips on that, boy”, his tone suddenly became more aggressive and dominant. I leaned forward and touched my pursed lips to the top of his cockhead, opening slightly to touch my tongue to his slit, tasting a mixture of soap and pre-cum. I looked up at his face as I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire cockhead, rubbing my tongue along his frenulum. “Yessss boy”, he hissed, “just like that… let me see those blue eyes as you swallow me”. I slid my mouth down his shaft until I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and pulled back. After bobbing my head three times on his cock I felt his large hand on the back of my head. “You need to go deeper boy”, he said, pushing my head down his shaft and triggering my gag reflex. “Take it boy”, he said, holding my head against my attempts to pull back, and forcing his cock deeper into my throat. My eyes watered as I fought for air, not expecting to be impaled so deeply, so quickly. That familiar gagging noise tried to escape my throat until he finally took his hand off my head and his cock slid from me, a trail of throat slime still connecting me to his cock. As I gasped for air, I adjusted myself, knees up on his filthy passenger seat, to get a better angle to deepthroat as much of him as I could. I had come downtown to find cock and I wanted to enjoy every minute of this experience. I leaned forward and slid his glans into my mouth, hearing him moan before I started sliding him into my throat and feeling a hand on the back of my head. I tried to remember to breathe through my nose as best as possible when I felt his right hand slide down my back and under the waistband of the nylon shorts. His long fingers slid down my asscrack, finding my freshly shaved pink hole. With the lube I had already applied, he had no trouble sliding a thick middle finger into me, his fingernail scratching my anal ring and making me gasp over his shaft. I knew he had already decided a blowjob was not going to satisfy his urges. My mouth and throat vigorously worked his cock and became more frantic as he worked a second finger into my hole and tried to insert a third. “Get that cock wet, boy”, he ordered, “my girl is pregnant and I haven’t had any pussy in a few weeks. You’re going to be my girl tonight”. I moaned my consent in reply, not wanting to break my rhythm. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled off his cock, now coated in my throat slime, and dripping down his balls onto his car seat. I sat back and he demanded I lose what little clothing I had, tossing my tank top, shorts, and Vans checkerboard slip-ons onto the floor among the fast food garbage. “Mmm boy, look at those nips”, he said, licking his lips at the sight of my large pencil erasers, grown over the years through intense play. My nipples are the switch that turn me into a bottom slut. “I’m going to have fun with your bitch tits”, he grinned as he pulled me across the gearshift and onto his lap, that massive cock rubbing up and down my asscrack. His hands moved from my ass, up my side until his forefinger and thumb arrived at those bitch tits. Pinching hard he pulled me forward and shoved his tongue into my mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of stale cigarettes and bourbon. Working my right nipple, his other hand moved down under my ass, grabbed his cock, and I could feel the glans push against my lubed hole. Doing a warm-up in the hotel room with a thick dildo had made me horny and my hole was ready to receive any cock that found it. My head was reeling with lust when I suddenly smelled the familiar odor of amyl under my nose - another trigger for my slut switch. Without being told I inhaled deeply four times and held my breath, letting my head spin as my anal ring relaxed and his cockhead slid into me. My eyes opened at the sudden invasion and I felt his hands on my side, pulling my body down onto his long shaft. I moaned as he shifted his body then started lifting me up and pulling me down on his cock, a pale fuck puppet on his massive cock. My bodily urges soon took over and I started lifting myself as much as possible to ride his cock, my hole stretching and contracting, quivering as I was impaled. His hands again found my nipples and started working them roughly. I moaned and more poppers were shoved under my nose. My mind was flying high as a stranger's raw cock opened my ass and forced my body to submit. After a few minutes he groaned loudly and gripped my hips, holding me in place before pulling me deeper onto his cock. I felt the pressure inside me as his cock reached farther into me. He passed me the poppers and told me to inhale deep, 5 hits on each side. As I counted out the final inhale I felt the resistance between my body and his cock melt. My body submitted and my mind entered a space I had only experienced when my inner ring was breached and my very soul surrendered to cock. With short, quick pumps he worked past my sigmoid. My cock had long since gone limp and had now shriveled in total submission to a random man in a parking lot. After another few minutes both of our breathing had become ragged. I felt his shaft suddenly hardened even more and he grunted, pulling me down onto his hips and grinding his pelvis against me. He bellowed into my neck and shouted “God damn boy!” loud enough for half the block to hear. Regaining his senses, he pushed me off his cock and back onto the passenger seat. “Get the fuck out!”, he ordered as I scrambled to pull on my basketball shorts. Not waiting for me to find my shoes or tanktop he reached across, opened the door, and pushed me awkwardly out. My shoes and tanktop being thrown onto the asphalt beside me. He slammed the door, started the car, and backed out of the spot. I pulled on my tanktop and slipped on my vans, staggering toward the sidewalk and the adult bookstore. Luckily I was settled onto an old couch in the small theater, sucking the cock of an older man before I felt his load start running down my leg.

Happy birthday! Thank you for the site and the amazing people here! This is a wonderful resource that has saved me (literally) days of googling questions over the years. I first came here for the stories and the pictures, which I still love, but now I use it almost daily!

In the past 10 years I think only one hookup top has refused bb. Everyone else has just assumed raw play and didn't ask my opinion.

I had one top who could cum multiple times and not even break his rhythm as he fired shot after shot into me. Most of the tops I've experienced like to slam in balls deep and press their body hard into mine as they mark my body with their seed.

Definitely the same for me. Once the sun warms and you smell the sping air, my lust goes into overdrive and I'm craving as much cock as I can get on the forest trails. I cruise the woods barely dressed and bend over for anyone. Spring unlocks some primal, rutting season, urge in me!

So hot! Can't wait for the next chapter!

So hot! There is nothing better than the first few cruising trips of the year: bright sun, finally warm temperatures, and guys coming out of hibernation looking to breed. I'm looking forward to (or lusting for) my first outdoor action of 2025. Thanks for sharing!

Amazing! Thanks for the update and congrats on the piercings. So hot!

Let us know how it goes! My nipples are super sensitive and hardwired to my cock. My biggest regret is never having mine done.

1. Lost my virginity getting barebacked on the 50-yd line of a highschool football field 2. Coat check room at a theater during a performance 3. Park picnic table in a shelter when 2 elderly ladies walked down the path: "What are those two doing over there, Agnes?" 4. In a van in a mall parking lot on New Years Eve 5. Front row of a porn theater in Toledo, OH that turned into a gangbang 6. On a nature trail, was busted by a MF couple who stopped to watch and cheer me on 7. Most recently: railed by a BBC parking lot between a bank and an ABS in Erie, PA

Also a total bottom here. I posted this in the health forum on Friday. A new study from January says DoxyPEP reduced chlamydia rates by 79% and syphilis rates by 80%. For gonorrhea, reduction in rates was 44% in the penis, 19% in the rectum, but did not reduce infection in the mouth/throat. I'm not sure how effective douching afterwards would be? I guess the idea would be to flush out the cum / bacteria before it had a chance to do anything. However it wouldn't have 100% removal and could just push everything deeper? I'll just stick with doxy even with the reduced effectiveness. Link to the paper: [think before following links] https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamainternalmedicine/fullarticle/2828994?lid=wcx4wi1ftdcs

New study from January says DoxyPEP reduced chlamydia rates by 79% and syphilis rates by 80%. For gonorrhea, reduction in rates was 44% in the penis, 19% in the rectum, but did not reduce infection in the mouth/throat. Link to the paper, and all the data for the other nerdy science sluts like me: [think before following links] https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamainternalmedicine/fullarticle/2828994?lid=wcx4wi1ftdcs

Amazing story! There's an abandoned pickup truck at one of my favourite cruising spots. I love bending over the tailgate and waiting for guys to walk up and use me. Now I realize I need a mattress in the truckbed to really get things going!

Amazing! Nothing is hotter than being in an alley or a park, after dark, getting used like a slut!

Fuck yes! AMAZING story!

I had a random hookup at a park known for being cruisy. Nude sunbathing on a rocky outcrop, guy came up and stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he pulled off, stood up, then absolutely showered me with cum. He said thanks, then walked off leaving his load drying in the sun my naked body.

The instructions that came with mine are maximum DoxyPEP of 3x per week if playing daily

For me it depends on the situation. For rough, raw, animalistic fucking: prone bone where the top is in my ass deep, a hand around my neck choking me, while he grunts and tells me I'm a total slut. For total submission: definitely missionary where we're looking into each other's eyes as he reaches climax then leans in for a deep kiss, forcing his tongue in my mouth as he breeds my very soul.

Thank you! I've waited almost 24 hours to take a dose, earlier this week it was 2-3 hours after a session. I just wondered if there was an ideal timing within the 24 hours (or is 2-3 hours too soon?). I have the same problem with feeling very nauseated about 45 mins after taking the dose. I try to time it so I'll be up and walking around. My provider also said I could take it with a bit of food as long as I avoid dairy, magnesium, etc.

Awesome that is helpful! How soon after sex do you guys take it? The guidelines say within 24 hours up to 72 hours. Do most of you wait until almost 24 hours? Wait a few (say 2-3) hours after? Is there a too soon? It's always confused me

I was paid twice to be fucked. First time when I was in my mid-twenties, was chatting with a guy online, offered me $160 to come to his hotel room for a suck and fuck session. Second time I hooked up with an older gent in a bathhouse, took me to his room, and kept throwing $20 bills on me while he fucked me and called me a "cash slut".

I've been caught in the act a few times. When I was young I was hanging out naked by a pond, learning how to jerk off, when a middle-aged guy surprised me and "blackmailed" me into sucking him off. A second time I was sucking a guy understall in a mall restroom when I heard a voice outside my stall say " you guys are disgusting". His opinion didn't stop him peeking through the crack by lock and watching me take a load down my throat! I also met up with a guy at a highway rest stop, we fooled around u til he convinced me it would be more fun at his house a short drive away. He was fucking me deep when his husband came home early. After some shouting from downstairs, the husband decided the best revenge was to hate fuck me with his 11-inch cock. Still the largest I've taken and after that rough ride I was walking weird for a full week after. The most awkward was me taking on anyone and everyone at a local porn theater. I spent the afternoon sucking a few of the local patrons when a gorgeous cock appeared beside me. I worshiped that perfect meat for a bit then stood up to look into the face of the hot student my company had hired for the summer. After my shock wore off, we had a hot make out session followed by that perfect cock leaving a large load in my ass.

His profile read: "Bareback only. Hung thick uncut pierced cock top into suck, rimming, felching, suck, dp, sharing a bottom. Love to eat and fuck a cum-filled smooth hole and add my load. No pullouts." My relatively smaller cock throbbed in my jockstrap as I read that and looked at his profile picture: 8.5 inches of flawless cut cock sporting a 0g prince albert. His cock was a weapon, designed and trained for destroying the tender pink hole of any bottom that slid into his leather sling. Not only would my hole submit, but my entire body and soul would surrender to his will in a haze of poppers. I clicked on the speech bubble icon and opened a chat with him, making small talk before asking if he was looking for a horny bottom. He was, and his balls were aching with a week’s worth of hot semen. He sent me his cell number and told me to get in my car and drive to the mall parking lot, then text him when I arrived. I hopped in the shower, then pulled on a black jockstrap, thin turquoise nylon shorts, and a black tanktop. My heart was pounding as I walked to my and drove the 15 minutes to the mall. I took a deep breath and sent him a text. He made me wait an agonizing 5 minutes before he texted his address, another 5 minute drive away. I parked a few houses down the street and walked up to the side door of his house as instructed. I shed my shorts and tank top, standing at the entrance in only my jock. Andrew Christian would be proud of how slutty I looked. I knocked and he opened the inner door. I looked up into the brown eyes of his grey-bearded face. His profile description did not so him justice: 6’2”, 190lbs of toned muscle, wearing grey cotton sport shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. I looked down and could see the bulge in his shorts. I gulped as he invited me in, giving my bare ass a slap on the way by. He pointed toward a door with stairs leading to his basement. “Down there boy, and get in the sling”, he ordered. I complied and walked into a room lit only by a few red light bulbs. I hopped into the leather sling, the cool leather sticking to my back that was sticky from the humid heat of July outside. He appeared between my legs and lifted my ankles into the straps attached to the chains holding the sling to the ceiling. I felt the cuffs tighten and be buckled. He looked deep into my eyes and I gulped again. His calloused hands slapped down on my chest, and roughly pulled on my nipples before moving down across my abs to my inner thighs. “You read my profile?”, he asked. I swallowed and nodded. “Good. This is your last chance to walk away. Once I start fucking I never pull out. My load is a gift to you and deserves to be inside. Also I don't stop until I’m satisfied. Sometimes I cum once, sometimes I fuck for hours and seed three or four times. Understand boy?”. “Yes sir”, I acknowledged. With the he pulled a bottle of poppers out of his pocket, opened it, and held it up to my left nostril. “Huff deep boy”, he ordered. I took a deep sniff and closed my eyes, only to feel the glass rim still up against my nostril. His finger pushed my right nostril shut and I kept sniffing, the aroma going straight to my brain and setting my head spinning. The poppers started setting my lust on fire as he kept holding the bottle and forcing me to inhale. My vision was starting to blur when he finally pulled away and yanked his shorts to the floor. Through my blurred vision I saw his thick large cock with the steel 0g PA pointing at me. It had to be much longer and thicker than the 7.5x5.5 inches his profile listed. He slipped my wrists into cuffs attached to the chains by my shoulders and buckled them shut. He smiled and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth as he walked back between my legs. He stared down at me, my head still swimming from the poppers. I felt two fingers press against my hole as he spit against my taint and let the saliva run downward. He drove his fingers roughly inside and straight against my prostate. My hard cock throbbed once then started to wither as he finger fucked my hole and rubbed my p-spot. I moaned as my cock and my body submitted to him. A few minutes later the poppers were back under my nose, his voice ordered me to inhale deep and I felt the cold steel of his PA against my slightly gaping hole. I sniffed deep and frequently as the steel pressed harder against me. The amyl was making my head spin and dissolving any resistance that remained. My common sense that kept saying this was a bad idea was silenced. FInally my hole surrendered and his cock head pushed inside. The cold steel and his warm raw cock invading me. “You’re my pet now until I’m satisfied”, he said as he took away the poppers. I moaned in reply. “I should have asked earlier, are you safe boy? STI-free and negative?”. Through the amyl fog I heard “yes sir” escape from my throat. “Good boy”, he said, “because I’m not!”. With that he thrust forward and pulled back on the chains, driving into me as he pulled my hole back on the full length of his shaft. Alarms sounded in my head as his cock punched through my inner sigmoid and my brain struggled to translate what he said. I looked up to see his sleeveless t-shirt was gone and a biohazard tattoo prominently displayed above his right pec. A man of his word he did not pull out and did not stop until he was satisfied. I think it was about 3 loads of cum pumped deep into me. With the first load he bellowed loudly and drove in balls deep, breeding well beyond my inner ring. The other two loads we lost to me in a fog of poppers. As he came a third time he pulled my jock to the side and roughly jerked a load from my limp cock. It’s been almost a week and I still feel like I can’t walk normally, not can I get the feeling of that afternoon out of my brain. I’m in desperate need of a return visit.

Between being swamped at work for the past 2 weeks and now 3 days visiting family, my cock and hole have been screaming at me for attention. This morning I connected with a guy online whose profile pic is a large, flawless cock sporting a 0g PA. His description reads: "Bareback. Hung thick uncut pierced cock top into suck, rimming, felching, suck, dp, sharing a bottom. Love to eat and fuck a cum-filled smooth hole and add my load. No pullouts." We're both available this afternoon, he has a sling and I have fresh poppers. Wish me luck as I submit my body and soul to animalistic lust.

Closest I've seen was a store in Toronto with "bottom" or "cum in me" on the waistband. They did have tanks and t-shirts with cum dumpster