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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!

Depends on my mood. At a spa or a rest stop, I'm usually facedown-ass up in a jock so most guys seem laser-focused on slamming dick into my hole. I just want to be the peefect bottom and let a top dominate and use me as a hole. That said, one guy I play with loves stroking me while eating me out and alternates between tongue fucking my hole and swallowing my semi-hard dick. I feel my body fully submit to him when he does that.

Hot story! I've been randomly hooking up at rest stops with a 75+ guy for a few years now. Gorgeous, hard, 8-inches then I love feeling in my throat and ass. Love the dirty talk from him too!

Damn I need more of this!

So hot! Can't wait for more!

Hot build up! Can't wait to read the rest!

Yes, time, patience, tons of lube, and poppers help. If you have a cone-shaped toy it can help get your hole used to stretching. (Also, I love your pup mask! So hot!)

Yum! So hot! Thanks for sharing

In my university days I connected with a young dominant who wanted a submissive to use and abuse. After chatting online for a while, we agreed to a meeting at his house. I arrived, stripped to my jockstrap, assumed the face-down-ass-up position across his bed, was buckled into restraints on my wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and collared. I heard a swish of the air then felt the sting of a leather lash on my butt cheek. I gasped and grunted, sounds that encouraged him to continue until my ass was red and stinging. Next he turned his attention to my tight pink hole, dripping watery lube down my ass crack and slowly working it around my anal ring, then inside with a thick finger, eventually progressing to two fingers, and three. Slowly fucking my hole with his three fingers I began to moan and gyrate against his hand, craving more. In response my master stopped, making me beg for his attention when I felt a familiar aroma under my nostrils. The scent of amyl flushed my face, I felt my ass ring relax, and my head started spinning. His three fingers started stretching and training my ass, driving me wild as I pushed backward, wanting to feel him deeper into me. As his right hand trained my hole, his left hand reached under my jock and set my semi-hard cock free of it’s cloth prison. I moaned louder and started begging for more as he massaged my balls, then stroked my cock to a full erection as he stretched my hole wider. “Do you like this boy?”, he asked I could only manage a weak response as the pleasure and the poppers drove me into a frenzy “Yes Master”, I moaned, “work my hole and body for your pleasure”. I heard a low laugh as he removed his hands and left me on his bed, filled with lust, begging for more, but being denied any attention for several minutes. The scent of poppers again filled my brain before I felt the cool plastic of an anal toy against my hole. “Breathe deep boy”, he commanded. I complied, taking 3 deep huffs per nostril, and felt the toy penetrate me. Was it a dildo? A plug? I felt my hole slowly expand and give way, confirming it was a medium size plug being worked into me. I moaned loudly as my anal ring collapsed back around the narrow base, leaving me feeling full. I felt a rustle against the bed and I heard the sound of two quick pumps of air from a bulb. The plug in me expanded. I moaned and he replied with two more quick pumps. “You need that boy pussy stretched and prepped for what I have planned, boy”. More poppers filled my nostrils and he continued pumping the butt plug larger, only to release the air and re-start the stretching. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my semi-hard cock as I moaned and gyrated against the plug. With the plug engorged in me he pulled it gently backward, forcing my hole to stretch slightly. Fuck. I was reaching the point where my body needed to be used hard and rough. With the inflatable butt plug expanded in me, my hips gyrating, pre-cum oozing from me, and poppers being held against my nostrils, I was flying into a lust-filled frenzy. His fingers suddenly gripped my nipples, teased them, and I felt a pair of butterfly clips attached. I moaned loudly, my nipples have always been the switch that drives me wild and forces me to totally submit. “You’re getting loud boy”, my master informed me, “we can’t have that irritating my guest”. I felt a ball gag press against my partly-open mouth and my jaw instinctively dropped to accept in. As the strap was tightened around my head my brain searched through it’s amyl fog to understand what he said. Irritating his guest? What did that mean? He lived alone with two dogs. A hard slap against my ass cheek refocused my attention back to servitude as the plug was deflated and swiftly pulled from my hole. I felt my boy pussy gape then slowly wink itself closed. “Mmmm, you are ready boy”, he said in a judgmental tone, evaluating my hole. I felt a warm pressure against my hole as more poppers were placed under my nose. I squirmed as I felt his dominant cock press slowly into me, relentlessly moving forward and showing me he owned my hole and my body. My lower body started twitching to resist but I heard his soothing voice “Relax boy. My cock is covered like we discussed. I’ll only fuck you with a condom”. I soon felt my master’s hips bump against my butt as he bottomed out and moaned. “Mmm you are still a tight boy”, he said, before slowly pulling back. He started thrusting and withdrawing, fucking my hole, moulding my ass to his desire. I lost track of how long he fucked me, drifting between the pleasure spreading from his cock massaging my prostate, and the regular dosing of poppers under my nose. I was a pre-cum dripping puddle before he finally pulled out and patted my ass. “Good boy, you made me cum about three times with that tight, warm, cock pocket”. I was so lost in my sex haze I never even felt his cock swell or pump. The sound of a condom being removed, then warm liquid being dripped on my lower back confirmed he must have released his load during our session. “I’ll be right back boy”, he said as he went to clean up, leaving me face-down-ass-up, my hole gaping and exposed. As I waited I heard a knock downstairs, followed by low voices, then soft footsteps getting louder. “Ready for round two, boy?”, master asked. As I nodded, the smell of amyl again filled my head and the warm pressure returned to my asshole. I huffed deeply five times on each nostril as cock penetrated me, making me rock backward against it. My hole stretched around the glans as I moaned. My hole was stretching more than before as the cock entered me, sliding deeper, deeper than before. “Mmm just relax boy, take the cock”, my master ordered. I heard a camera start taking pictures as my master encouraged me to ride back against the cock, a tug on the chain of the nipples clamps making me twitch as poppers regularly filled my head. His fucking picked up in tempo and intensity as the session continued. Harder, faster, and deeper I was fucked until I was pressed into the mattress, moaning into the ball gag, the angle of my hips providing the only resistance to the onslaught. As he pounded my hole, I heard my master encouraging me to take it deep, give in, and let that cock become one with me as I surrendered my body. Finally I heard a grunt, a balls-deep thrust, and a cock erupt deep into me, my ass twitching in unison. The cock was pulled from me and I heard my master leave the room again. Footsteps on the stairs, muffled voices, then a door opening and closing. I laid there, breathing heavy, slowly coming back to my senses. I heard more footsteps and then my master’s voice, “You did well boy, I hope to have many more sessions with you”. I heard a few clicks of a camera, then felt a warm, moist towel against my ass. “Let me clean you up boy”. After being cleaned he removed the gag and blindfold, then released the restraints on my wrists and ankles. We chatted briefly about the session as I dressed and walked to the door, master patting my shoulder as I left. After I arrived back at my apartment, balls still full of cum, I logged online to watch porn, remember the session, and finally release my straining balls. As I connected, my email chimed. It was a message from my master. As I opened it I gasped and my cock throbbed hard. Attached were a half-dozen photos, each clearly showing my hole stretching around a thick black cock. A bare black cock. Raw black cock against my smooth pale skin. We had agreed on safe sex only! The final photo was my gaping hole, with thick white cum dripping from me.

I've never played with a clerk at an ABS, but I have played with the clerk at a bathhouse. It was a slow might when I visited, I sucked and got fucked by a few patrons and wandered up to the front desk to get a bottle of poppers. Made small talk with the clerk, said how slow it was, he said he'd like to help me out. We went into the storage area beside the desk and he fucked me hard and raw for about half an hour