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Very helpful! I'll be trying this. Thank you!

I started off fingering my hole, slowly added more fingers and lots of lube and spit. Poppers helped me. I got up to 4 fingers and my thumb, but I've never been able to make the final thrust past my knuckles. I don't think my wrist is flexible enough for the last bend. Love to hear tips if anyone has them!

It's both for me, although taking a load is the literal icing on the cake. I love the waves of emotion that come with my body submitting to a top, feeling my hole yield to the physical embodyment of a male, my brain surrender to another man's will, and having my most intimate space filled and occupied by a top, who is proving where I belong in a sexual hierarchy. The final act of the experience is, if he feels I am worthy, depositing his very DNA into my body and marking me as now being owned by him.

Long overdue!

I was ten, my best friend was nine. We were looking through his dad's porn mags, decided to get naked and act out a few of the pictures. He made me suck him, but when it came time to switch suddenly said he "was allergic" to doing it. My naive self believed him, lol. A few years later when I was 14 I was playing naked and solo by a pond and was busted by a middle-aged guy. He talked (blackmailed) me into sucking his cock and swallowing his load while he stroked me. I haven't looked back since and I'm still obsessed with older take-charge guys!

Also not sure if I count as a cumdump, my record maximum in one session is also still 5. Been active since the 90s and breaking 5 loads is like trying to break the 4 minute mile. Still neg as of my last test a few months ago. Hardest drug I get into is poppers. Outdoor cruising season is just starting here so maybe this will be the year I finally get my cumslut badge!

I agree with most of comments on here: HUGE red flag and you should avoid this situation. Have a serious self-discussion, rub out a load to get that post-nut clarity, then ask yourself why are you considering this? Is it the [banned word] fantasy of a relative? Do you want to submit fully to a dom top for a hate fuck? If it's the second, take charge tops are around and more that happy to oblige you. From your original post, we sound similar: middle-age bottom, submissive, successful in our everday life but want someone to take charge of us even for a short time. I've had 2 great experiences with dom tops so far this spring: older guy I've played with on a few occassions who knows what gets me going; and a random 20-something driving a crappy souped up sportscar who hate- fucked my throat and ass while telling me how worthless I was. Luckily he matched that attitude with a huge cock and one of the largest loads I've ever taken. Walk away from your "straight" cousin, lots of dom tops around without the strings, the risk, or having to pay. I bet blackmailing you to pay for his silence with family or your employer would be his next move.

Good question! I've been with both quiet and verbal tops, both are hot in different ways, but I'm hard pressed to pick a fave. Verbal tops, with dirty talk, a play-by-play, and announcing they are breeding my hole send me deep into slut space and have me lusting for more loads. With quiet tops, there's the "I'm just a hole to use and not worth interacting with" that makes me feel so cheap and used. I guess my fave fuck straddled both worlds: dirty talk to remind me what a bottom slut I am, and when he had me so horny that I was begging for his load said "I've already cum twice and you're about to get one more" then grunted and pumped his seed into my bare hole.

So hot! Can't wait for more!

Mine is 5 loads from 5 different guys (a mix of oral and anal) in an afternoon. Been trying for years to break the "5 load barrier" - fingers crossed it's this year!

Keep that streak going! And keep us posted

I would think something at a shopping mall? Every break you get there's a cruisy restroom a short walk away. A problem with being an attendant at an ABS is that you probably wind up watching the store most of the time and never get much chance to take advantage. That said, I was at a bathhouse one very slow night and the attendant had time to fuck me senseless in the maintenance closet

Hot story! I've been that bottom so many times. Knowing I need to be safe, my brain screaming for a condom; but the raw cockhead is teasing my bare hole, his tongue exploring my mouth, the poppers hit hard, my head starts spinning, my hole relaxes, he slides inside my ass "just to feel it for a second"; then my lust takes over and I'm begging to be fucked raw and bred deep. Please post more!

Fuuuuck! Such a hot story and the perfect description of why I cruise outside for cock.

Experiencing the leather scene in Berlin is definitely my lifelong dream. Before then I'd like to see Provincetown, and make a pilgrimage to San Francisco.

So lucky! I'd love to be in your situation! It'd be hot for you to eat his load from her pussy while he uses your ass for round 2.

Hi guys, I'll be visiting Erie PA and was wondering if there are any recommended spots for action? I think there's an ABS downtown? Is there any action in the State Park? Appreciate any tips or advice!

You could be lucky (or unlucky depending on what you want) or you have an immunity. If your background is Western European there is some evidence that a gene that made people resistant / immune to the Black Death in the Middle Ages may do the same with HIV.

Similar to other posters my sexual awakening coincided with the onset of the AIDS epidemic. Sex Ed in school consisted of "never do anything without a condom" and "everyone everywhere had HIV". I guess it sounds par for the course for sex ed in the late 80s, early 90s: no facts, just paranoia. I'd like to think times have changed but from what I see I the world it seems worse. My first few attempts at discovering myself were quickly followed by guilt, fear, and the certainty of divine punishment. I spent my 20s unhappy, confused, and fearful that every encounter would end with an incurable disease. By time I reached my 30s I had a regular playmate, the very dominant, but very closeted, mayor of the city I was living in. On the day of my liberation he invited me over, had me on all fours in his home office, making me suck him while he trolled the internet for a third. Eventually he walked me onto the hardwood floor of his living room and waited for #3 to arrive. I sucked, throated and worshipped the anon cock of #3 while Mr Mayor fingered my hole and told me what a whore I was. I felt his cock enter me and by the time #3 was feeding my throat the mayor was giving his final thrusts into my hole. He knew the rule was condoms always for fucking. #3 left and as I sat up I felt a rush of fluid from my hole. I looked down to see the telltale puddle of cum under me. "Sorry, couldn't find a rubber", the mayor said, "wife would get suspicious if I had them in the house". With that he threw me onto the street before I could organize the angry thoughts in my head. I probably spent 2 weeks in agony waiting for the worst but nothing ever happened. After a few more weeks my lust returned and the mayor invited me back. Those weeks had me thinking of his bare cock in me, how it felt, and how much I craved it. I went to his house and this time I wanted it bare. He pushed me down on his marriage bed and I felt his raw cock enter my hole. The sense of freedom and liberation was beyond anything I ever felt and I knew from then on I was destined to be a bare cock slut.

Such hot tips! For me I frequent a few outdoor cruising spots and walk the trails nice and slow. I often wear a pair of thin nylon running shorts that show off the outline of my semi-hard cock, with a thick metal cockring to keep everything prominent. I also wear a tight black tanktop (often stained with loads from previous encounters) or cruise topless to show off my erect sensitive nipples. Usually also wear a backward hat and a pride anklet to advertise I'm looking for action.

Prefectly described!

So many delicious holes! Here's mine

Hot story! Can't wait to read more. Reminds me of a slow night at a spa where the desk clerk poppered me up, hammered my hole, then bred me in the supply closet

The mosquitos in the forest were unbearable so we walked to the open field and let the sun warm our bodies. I had been hiking, or I guess “hiking” in a too-small tank top and a pair of thin teal nylon shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The outline of my black cock cage was clear to anyone who glanced downward. He had followed me from the parking lot into the woods, where we sized each other up before the buzzing and biting drove us into the open. Beside the trail he lifted my tanktop and started working my nipples, gently at first, then harder before forcing his tongue into my mouth. He knew exactly how to work me into a sexual frenzy. My cock strained in the cage as I moaned and felt the front of his jeans for his cock. My hand rubbed against a rapidly hardening 8 inches that he soon set free. I fell to my knees and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nostrils, huffing deeply and feeling the aroma work its magic. I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, worshiping his manhood and admiring the girth. Slowly I swallowed the head and began impaling my head on his shaft until I hit my gag reflex. I pulled myself off and began bobbing and sucking, my mouth hungry for a creamy load. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a quiet voice telling me to stop, he didn’t want to cum too soon. I stood up and felt his fingers on my nipples and his tongue invaded my mouth again, working me into a frenzy. He pushed my shorts down and looked at the black cage trapping my cock. His hand tugged on it then felt my full balls. Pulling my tank top off he turned me away from him, working my nipples and kissing my neck. I hit the poppers again as his cock bumped against my ass and slid down, past my taint, hitting my balls. I started grinding against him, enjoying everything this man was giving me. He whispered in my ear how horny he was and that he wanted to take me home to use me hard on his bed. I took a third deep inhale of poppers when I felt his thick cockhead bump into my hole. I moaned as his hands slid to my hips and he pulled me onto him. I gasped, my hole offered no resistance after I had been abusing it all morning with my Mr Hankey’s toy. Even his thickness had no trouble sliding into my gape. As his cock jammed into my prostate I came to my senses. I had never seen this person whose bare manhood was now deep in me. I moaned “stop” as he started sliding out then pulled my hole onto him. “Just a few thrusts”, he said, his hands gripping my hips tightly and driving me onto him. I squirmed but his grip tightened, his thrusts became more forceful. I moaned for him to stop again but he only replied with grunts and more thrusting, increasing in power each time I moved. I could feel my ass surrendering to his powerful cock, letting it take whatever it wanted or needed from me. My mind was a confused haze of lust, amyl, and frightened surrender. My brain was trying to find a way to stop, to get me to my knees, then take his load in my mouth. Suddenly I felt him impale my hole balls deep and let out a groan. His seed was being unloaded inside me. I was being marked as his slut. He pulled out, slapped my ass cheek and grunted thanks. My eyes followed his departing shape then focused beyond him. A couple walking their dogs was standing down the trail, watching me.

Adult theater near me had a "customer appreciate day" a few years back. I started playing with one guy, got naked, and was quickly in the center of 7-8 guys who took turns using me and passing me back and forth. I definitely appreciated those customers!