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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

Yum! Keep that streak going! I'm so jealous you might inspire me to travel more

I seem to be stuck at 5 in a session, has happened a few times at a theaters, bathhouse, and outdoors. My favorite was a theater that had a "customer appreciation day". Guys seem to really show up when they have free admission and a snack platter. As one of two bottoms in a crowd of 30ish guys, I wound up on my knees sucking a guy in the center of a ring of 12-15 onlookers. I had high hopes that day but the guys wandered off after I took 5 loads. Maybe the cheese tray was more enticing than a sloppy, gaping hole, lol. Hoping to one day break that 5-cock barrier!

For me, absolute yes! I've only experienced it a few times with a top (more often with a toy). It's usually unexpected and I feel my entire body and soul submit to his cock. There is nothing else like it.

Exactly my life!

Ugh, I hate the "are you clean?"

LOVE it! The feeling of just being a hole for anyone to use, and submitting your body to someone who you'll never know. I'm headed out to a cruisy conservation area today where I'll be waiting - bent over a fallen tree, wearing only a jock, blindfolded, poppers in hand - for any hard cock that has the urge to release a hot load.

I experimented with Cialis recreationally. No underlying need for it just wanted to have a quicker recovery for extended play sessions. Asked for Viagra, doc said she prefers to prescribe Cialis because it stays in your system longer (one pill = few days) vs Viagra (one pill is an evening maybe next morning). Not sure how accurate that is, just what the doc told me. I didn't have noticeable side effects, but the BIG downside is no poppers, which I love.

Such a hot tale! Thanks for sharing. I think most of us are the same: once a raw dick gets in you, the poppers and the pleasure hit hard, we all become raw bottom sluts

I use a ball stretcher or even a small rubberized / silicone cock ring on my scrotum that I put above my balls. Advantage of the silicon ring is easy access for ball play - tugging (feels great when you get close to cumming) or slapping (if you're into that). For the ball stretcher I use a rubberized one. Tried a metal one once but it clangs against the metal cockring when you're going faster.

No, it was pretty dead 😔 but one is always better than none!

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

I finally had a chance to hit a popular cruising area when the weather was finally warm enough for outdoor play. I slipped on a pair of 1-inch nylon unlined running shorts and a mesh tank top with "Slut" written across the chest. I wandered the forest trail and noticed I had a follower about 20 yards behind. Weaving through the trees I entered the clearing, a little used hay field that had an old rusting truck in front of an abandoned harrow. I leaned on the truck, letting the sun warm my body. I heard his footsteps and opened my eyes as he lit a cigarette. "Is it true?", he asked, pointing at the words in my chest. "I like to think so", I replied. "You know if you advertise you have to back it up", he said, "I don't think I've ever met a self-proclaimed slut before". I opened a bottle of poppers, Double Scorpion Emerald, and took a hit in each nostril. I moaned and grabbed my cock, half hard and clearly outlined by the thin shorts. "Is that poppers?", he asked. "Yes" I said, letting the aroma do it's work to my brain. "Can I try?", he asked, "I haven't had any in years". "They're not as good as back in the day", I said, "but there's still a feeling". He took a long inhale. "Is that... mint?", he asked. "And eucalyptus", I replied, "according to online". He moaned and took a final drag on his cigarette before crushing it out against the truck's front fender. His hand unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling out a six inch cock. "Get on your knees and suck me... slut", he ordered. I happily complied, took a long hit of poppers in each nostril, and went to work on his manhood. Lightly kissing the head, flicking the frenulum with my tongue, before licking my way down the shaft. His cock responded to my worship and when I thought it hard I slipped his glans in my mouth, sucking gently, before impaling my head on him. I grabbed the base of his cock as my mouth rode his member, he grunted a few times. "Hey, no hands, slut!", he demanded. I let go of his shaft and used my mouth as a wet hole for his manhood. My idle hands slipped down to my nipples and started roughly abusing them. After a while, after he had rammed his hard cock into my throat a few times, making a few gags escape me and my eyes water, my out-of-practice jaw started to ache. "Get up.", he demanded. I stood up, he roughly spun my body around, and pushed between my shoulders to press my torso against the truck, my head narrowly missing the open hood. I looked down into the empty engine compartment. "Drop those shots and spread your cheeks", he ordered. I complied and heard him spit into his hand, which he jacked over his cock then spread the excess against my hole, forcing one finger, then two inside. He pulled his fingers out then I felt his glans press against my hole. I instinctively uncapped my poppers and took a two deep inhales in each nostril. I heard him chuckle as he pressed his raw cock against my hole. Relaxed by the poppers it easily surrendered, allowing entry to his raw manhood. His first thrust was relentless, driving until he was balls deep. He grunted in satisfaction and pulled back, leaving only on the cockhead inside before he thrust deep again. I grunted from the force than pushed my hips into the sun-warmed metal of the truck. Encouraged, each successive thrust was harder and more forceful, driving deep into me and compelling my body to submit. I took regular huffs of poppers as he grunted and fucked me. My fingers teased my nipples. My half-hard cock was leaking a stream of pre-cum. I lost track of time, but eventually his thrusts started to become erratic and his grunting louder and more forced. I felt his fingers dig hard into my hips immediately before his cock slammed balls deep into me a final time and he gave a final grunt, emptying his load into me. He panted deeply a few times before pulling his cock from my gaping and used hole. Instinctively I turned around, dropped to my knees and pulled his cock into my mouth, tasting his cum and my ass. After a few licks he pulled his softened cock out, tucked it into his pants, and walked off without a word.

I was a fuckboy to an older married guy (actually he was the mayor of the town). We always played safe and never discussed bb fucking. During one session he hopped on a few hook- up sites looking for a third to spitroast me. After the third showed up, the mayor had me on all fours on his hardwood floor sucking this random guy while he worked my hole with his fingers and eventually his cock. After a while, random guy grabbed my head, yelled he was cumming, impaled my throat deep, and shot his load. My gagging and struggling was enough to set off the mayor who grabbed my hips and drove balls deep into me. Laying used on the floor afterwards I felt something leaking from my hole. The mayor said "yeah it was time I bred you", scooped his load off the floor and out of my hole and shoved his cum-dripping fingers into my mouth for me to clean.

Back when I was in my mid-20s, I had played a few times with late-30s dom who really unlocked my submissive side. On this meeting, he had me in my usual position (face down ass up) as he alternated working my hole with his fingers, his thick cock, and an inflatable plug. Eventually he put a hood on me that only had nostril openings for repeated doses of poppers. He left me in position for 15-20 minutes, my hole being stretched by the inflatable plug. I heard footsteps, felt fingers on the nostril holes followed by the head-spinning aroma of amyl, the plug being removed, and a cock impaling my body. I was fucked roughly for 20 minutes or so, my body slammed flat into the mattress, until I heard a bellowing grunt, then the plug inserted and inflated. When the session ended my dom said he sold my hole to a friend I'd never meet for $50 and my payment was the anon load I had in my bowels.

I love the way you think!

So hot! I love slow deep fucks with lots of eye contact and making out.

My all-time fave! I edge and brainwash myself to it at least once a week [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video.kmkbaeh672c/cumdump_p._hypno

Definitely girth. Nothing makes my eyes roll back like feeling a thick cock push in and spread my hole open for that first penetration

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!