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40 yo sub bottom living in Vegas. Need to be used hard. Love bondage and all sorts of kinks. Unfortunately limited gear here, but open to almost anything.
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Me and a fuckbuddy enjoy putting on our cockerings and getting into out jockstraps and boots. We get into bed (rubber sheet) hold each other tight, deep kiss and grind our jocked cocks together so we get real hard. After a bit we both piss inner jocks wile still grinding. man I Loe the feel of my buddy hot wet jock rubbing on mine.
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I'll be in Miami starting Thursday, Jan 07 until the following Thursday, Jan. 14. I'm a complete cumdump and willing to take any load - NO LOAD REFUSED. Not yet sure where I'll be staying - I'm working out those details now. I'm flexible the entire time I am there, and will be able to host at my hotel, most likely near one of the beaches. I am also willing to travel within reason. TEXT: 3177358650 EMAIL: 317cumdump@gmail.com.
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Muscled sub slut in SE11 needs a thick cocked top to fill me with his cum and then his piss. Have done it a few times but hard to find guys really into it
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I confessed to my FB last night about my long time piss enema fantasy. He's coming over tonight to give it to me. Would anyone share their experience so I know what to expect. I figure since the piss is body temperature, I might not feel anything. But then one top I remember came enough I could feel it inside. If it feels like a guy cumming a big load I'll have a new obsession. lol He plans on putting a butt plug in me afterwards so I have to hold it for a little. Any danger in that?
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I’m heading to Dallas Thurs 12/17/20 - sat. I will be staying at melrose hotel in oaklawn area. I should be able to host a top or tops to breed me and piss on and/or in me Friday morning .
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This fun, sleazy, and slutty bottom will be taking dick and raw loads all evening tonight (Sat, 12/12) beginning at 5 PM at the Bay Bridge Inn San Francisco. I'm 40, GWM 6ft, 210, 7.5c, bearish, mild to very wild, pig bottom with few limits. I love cum in my hole, and my ass can really take a pounding like a champ! More details, pics and videos of me on my NKP profile: fuckhardsf Come for a pump-n-dump or stay for a longer, connected, breeding session. All hard cocks and loads are welcome. Message me to coordinate and get room details.
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Cum Dump Taking Loads At San Francisco Bay Bridge Inn Sunday 11/29
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2 fun, pervy, sleazy pigs (1 bottom & 1 vers) looking for top fuckers to cum seed the bottom's hole this Sunday evening 11/29 at the Bay Bridge Inn. All breeders are welcome. Anon is great. The bottom can be blindfolded and ass up ready for you to use his hole. Sleazy, piggy, pervy a + but will take your load regardless of your scene. Message for room info. -
James stood in front of the mirror, naked. He looked at his slightly saggy body rubbing one hand up and down his cock. Yesterday, at least as far as everyone else was concerned, he was a married 50 year old straight Male, today, he though to himself as he held his cock tight, and stared into his own eyes, it was time to stop lying. Yesterday, his wife had left him. He was saddened by the days events, but he knew he had led a lie for too long. About a month earlier, he had deliberately left open his laptop open, displaying a previously very well hidden folder of porn for his wife to find. She knew he had saved countless files of what she called "dubious material", which she found irritating but chose to ignore, however she had never known how wrong she was about the content of those files. She chose to say nothing for several weeks until the previous night. James was alone in the apartment. Most of his wives possessions had gone as she had started removing them weeks ago while James was at work, who knows where they went, last night she announced her decision to leave and packed up 4 cases of clothes and left. It was a relief to finally be honest with himself, but it was a very difficult day. He knew he had to embrace what he had wanted for many years and he had to do it today. His phone buzzed. It wasn't the first time, in fact it had been buzzing repeatedly for the last half hour. The profile he had up was simple; Piss and Cum Slut. Use and Leave. "James, James, James", he murmured to himself, "What have you got yourself into." His other hand was holding a length of tubing with one of those push on connectors to fit the bathroom taps. "Better get ready" he spoke out loud to himself. His heart rate was pounding and his cock swelled in his hand.
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Started the day horny and started looking this morning. I found a hung Black guy on Grinder. He came by my office, pissed on me and down my throat. He just kept pissing, and I had to keep gulping in order to not make a mess on the restroom floor. I thought he would never stop pissing. Then he turned me over and loaded my hole. After work I stopped at a Latin guys house and faced fucked him, spit on him, and fed him my load. After that I hit up a college boy on Grinder, he already had 4 loads in him, so I went over there and filled him up more.
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Other than establishments with specific WS areas (such as Greenhouse Darlaston in the UK), do you get much piss play in saunas and sex clubs? If so, which is usually the best place to find WS action (other than toilets)? I guess it partly depends on whether you are pissing over someone (which leaves a mess on the floor) or piss fucking (which is less messy). Any thoughts?
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Years of sucking so many cocks! Never been fucked! Now I want to be a true slut, a bareback cumdump! My fantasy... A hung top. Put me on my knees (as a Sissy or not). Piss all over me (first time too)! Shove me face down and mount me! Fuck your load into me! Fuck me like a Faggot! Simi Valley, CA
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In my late 20s I was living in Boston (I lived there from 1987-1995)...this happened the last year I lived there. I was beginning to discover kink and trying things out. I had gone out one night when a friend was DJing at a bar, and walked home around midnight. I lived near the Christian Science Church on the east side of the Fenway and used to regularly cruise in the Back Bay Fens park which was super cruisy at night then. Wandered around a bit and started making out with a sexy, hairy, beefy guy. I invited him back to my apartment, and as we were walking out of the park I ducked behind a bush to piss. He said "Wait. Save it." I responded, "wait....what?" My dick was instantly hard and I was SO turned on. I knew that people did piss play but it had never occurred to me to do it, nor had I ever had the opportunity. We ran back to my apartment and shucked our clothes in the hallway. My bladder was really full by this point and he jumped in the tub and I let it go. It was so hot. He had really thick chest hair and it was dripping off his beefy tits and tummy. He stood up and kissed me, pulling me toward him while he was still dripping piss. The moment was electric. He smiled real big and said "your turn." I didn't hesitate for a second. I got in the tub and he let a huge hot stream of piss go all over me. Then we rinsed off and went to my bedroom and fucked like rabbits. I figured I would never see hiim again because he had a boyfriend (I was single then). Flash forward a month or two and I'm sitting in the chair waiting for someone to come in and clean my teeth. Who walked in? You guessed it. Beefy piss guy. It was so weird having someone flirt with me while he was cleaning my teeth (which is decidedly unsexy). I never saw him again. 🙂 I was completely hooked. I started seeking out piss porn (which was HARD to find back then). Later on I got into more types of piss play but never really liked drinking it (gave me the runs) but I sure liked it up my ass when I was fucked up.
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Just a question to other bottoms out there. Does anyone else feel the urge to piss themselves when fucked? Especially with a big cock pressing up inside me. I can’t help it I’m already in a “lose control“ frame of mind but all I have to do is squeeze a little and I start pissing whether I feel like I need to or not. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be drenched either in my own or another's streams but its not always wanted. I know its just pressure from inside making me squeeze it out but it also feels good too, a mix of relief coupled with the pleasure of being fucked. My only concern is that it’s becoming normal for me. I kinda want it because it does feel good. Even when I’m alone and dildo fucking myself I lean back as I ride and spray. Anyone else?
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This one time (also one my buggest turn on) was when I wore a diaper in front of another guy. And I would pull on the waist belt so it opens up, and the other guy pisses and jizzes in it. Then i am just in diaper soakes with his piss and jizz and it turns me on a lot, because i am covered waist down in his masculinity. Ill stand there covered in piss and let him watch me as dominates. It gets me going when I am under someone eles control. If you are not into piss play, then sorry if i grosses u out lol
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Chapter 1: My Backstory Growing up I had a terrible childhood. Both of my parents were abusive towards me and degraded me every chance they got. School wasn't any better. I was picked on for being smaller than the other kids my age. Girls would laugh at me and the boys kicked my ass every chance they got. I guess my testosterone levels were low because I had a feminine voice even after hitting puberty. My penis didn't grow hardly any after puberty. At 16 I got a job at one of the local fast food restaurants. Luckily it was within walking distance of my house. My manager was a cool guy. He seemed to take an instant liking to me. One evening as we were closing up my manager Bill came up behind and just barely touched my back and I fell down in pain. He knew something wasn't right so in front of a couple of other employees he had me lift my shirt and that's when the abuse I had suffered for so many years came to light. He immediately called the police on my parents and they were arrested within the hour. Having nowhere to go Bill asked the police if it was ok for him to watch over me. They saw no problem with it. That night after arriving at Bill's house he had me tell him everything. My home life, school, and any other thing I could tell him. After telling him everything I sobbed like a little baby. He gave me a hug and said everything would be ok. He did tell me he was gay and asked me if that bothered me. It didn't. I was just thankful for him for saving me. A couple of weeks went by and I was withheld from school so I could heal. After taking time off from work and school I was beginning to heal up. One day during my healing process Bill received a letter saying my parents would be on trial the following week. Honestly I didn't want to see them again but with Bill's help I was able to testify in court. My parents were both found guilty on several charges and sentenced to 40 years a piece in prison. At the end of the trial there was an emergency hearing to determine where I would now be living. Bill stepped up and said he had no problem with me living with him. The court asked me if that was ok and I said yes. Also on the courts suggestion I was to be immediately pulled from school for my own protection. Normally that's unheard of but seeing that the teachers at the school weren't willing to protect me then there was no other choice but to pull me out. As we left the courthouse Bill asked me if I would call him Daddy now. Being naive I didn't realize what this would mean in the future. I agreed to call him Daddy from now on. Looking back it seemed only right. As we drove home he told me that I didn't have to work at the restaurant any longer. My job was to take care of our home and him. I just nodded my head and said Yes Daddy. Daddy took really good care of me and his friends seemed to like me as well. I was definitely enjoying being a Daddy's Boy. When my 18th birthday rolled around Daddy asked me what I wanted. I was so grateful to him already for being my Daddy that I innocently told him that all I wanted to do was please him forever. Daddy took this in a whole other way. I was about to find out that Daddy had been grooming me for the last two years to truly be his boi.
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Live in Albuquerque New Mexico looking to be someone human toilet and I mean full on toilet hook me up to one and use it
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I spent several years delivering for a building supplier. A few drops led to encounters - mostly just fumbled wanks and quick blow jobs, but this one time was different. That day, I had just the one delivery - my wagon was loaded up with a whole house worth of plumbing - pipe, radiators, a kitchen and three bathrooms. I drove from south east London, right through town to a bungalow in outer west London. It was a hot, frustrating drive and I'd emptied a litre of water down my throat by the time I arrived. From outside, it looked like a decent house - set in the middle of a large garden which was churned up and muddy at the front; but inside was completely empty. There wasn't even a proper floor - a stepladder took us down almost 6 feet to a packed earth floor just inside the front door. I set to unloading with the guy on site. He was about 5'6", my age (mid twenties,) and tightly muscled like me from physical labour. I almost towered over him at 6' dead. It took over an hour to haul everything in and get it stacked, all the while my bladder was getting more insistent for relief. Once we'd finished, he led me over to a couple of folding chairs and put a kettle on a camping stove to get tea on the brew. "Man, think I'm gonna piss myself." I looked around, "where do you go?" He looked around and shrugged, "Usually where I'm standing." He fixed my eyes with his and smirked, then dropped to his knees in front of me, still looking up at me. I started pissing before I'd managed to get my cock out properly, splashing over my jeans and boots before he bent forward to take my stream in his mouth. After all the water I'd drunk, I pissed for England. He swallowed some and let the rest run over his chin and down his chest. As my stream ebbed away, he took my pierced knob head in his mouth and swirled the last drops round with his tongue. I was already half hard, and that quickly brought me to full mast. I'm not the biggest by any means, but my uncut 6.5" with 3mm PA has always served me well. I lifted him off and sat in one of the chairs, opening my wet jeans further and pulling out my balls. He shuffled closer and buried his face in my sweaty, piss soaked crotch, licking at my shaft and balls. His stubble scratched at my shaft and over the crown, until he took me in his mouth and started working my shaft with his tongue. When he started choking on my ring, he lifted his arse and pulled down his trackie bottoms. I reached down, slip a finger along his crack and pushed hard at his hole. He whimpered, and pushed back. My finger sank into him and his arse clenched when he gagged. I kicked him away and stood over him with my boot on his cock, spat on his face. He licked it of his lips. I knelt between his legs and put his boots on my shoulders. My cock, wet from his sucking, bumped his cunt and I pushed in hard. He was tight and dry - it hurt my cock and he screwed his face in pain. I held his arms down and took my time feeling around inside him, until he relaxed around me. I took a few long slow strokes before driving hard and fast. When he started to struggle, I grabbed his throat and picked up my pace. Eventually I had to flip him over and use my extra size and bulk to hold him down while I raped his arse. I had one hand round his throat and the other round his cock and he kept struggling which only made me fuck harder. Then he went stiff, clamped his cunt round my cock and pumped out a great handful of spunk. I pulled my hand out and dropped half his spunk on my cock before plunging back in to his still twitching hole, licked up a wad and wiped the rest in his face. He licked at my hand and sucked my fingers. That was the trigger - I yelled out as my spunk exploded into him. I spasmed inside him until my balls ached and my cock softened in him. We just lay there a few minutes catching our breath. As I relaxed, my bladder started nagging at me and my cock stiffened enough for me to push in before letting it flow. My piss squirted out past my shaft over my balls and up my belly. I couldn't help but start fucking and almost as soon as I'd stopped pissing, I came again. This time, I pulled out and flopped him over to wipe myself over his face. We shuffled around until he could suck me clean properly. Soon, I booted him away again, got up, put myself away and left.
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I had never known about trucker bombs. Well, I read about them, but never really understood until I entered a stall at a truck stop and found a 2 liter bottle of beautiful yellow-orange fluid. Truckers often have to go a long time between stops and use such bottles to allow them to piss while still moving. I know authorities frown on the practice, like texting, yet they do it. Some toss them in the trash. One was kind enough to leave the bottle right there in the stall. I picked it up and discovered it had been pissed on, and the floor was wet. I used toilet tissue to dry it, making sure it didn't leak. That sweet bottle was 3/4 full. I had to smell it. I opened the lid carefully and took a whiff. It was some strong stuff. I wondered about the taste. Should I sample and leave the bottle for others? Should I take it? It was a decision. It wasn't long before I secreted the bottle in my bag, took it to the car. Found another bottle in the trash. Yes, I dug for it. I went the back into the stall, and instead of pissing in the pot, I pissed in the bottle. I left it as a gift since I was stealing the precious fluid. After driving an hour, I could no longer control my urges. I drive off on a side road where I found a country lane. Out of sight of the main road, I parked. I took my first drink of that bottle. Oh, it was nice. I realized I should have shaken it up first. So, I recapped the bottle, shook it up, and had another drink, stronger this time as the salts had been moved around. After the third drink, I capped the bottle and drove on home. Now, I check every stall in the restrooms. In hopes to find more, I check every truck stop that I pass. If any truckers read this, please donate your piss, don't pour it out. I know that I'm addicted and want you to help me and all the other addicts.
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“What is it, boy?” Even over the cell line his voice is deep, soft. Mesmerizing. “You’re afraid. Admit it.” His voice is soft and urgent. Compelling. “I am.” “What is it you’re afraid of?” My cock throbs with need, urgency. My hand absently caressing the soft hair of my stomach, wandering to my hard, hungry cock. ”Say it, boy. Admit it.” Yes. Now. Say it. ”Of you. Of admitting it to you.” ”Admitting what to me?” ”I’m afraid of what I want.” “Of what you need. This is deeper than want. This is your blood talking. This is who you really are.” “Yes.” Yes. “Of what I need.” So good to admit it. So damn good to say it. “I can give it you. I can take you where you need to be. All you have to do it say it.” Yes. The word is all I can hear, blood rushing in my ears, my hard cock, wet with sticky precum, throbbing. “I need it. Take me, please. Take me.” ”We both need, boy. I can taste your need in your voice. We’ll surrender to it, together. I’m going to take you inside it, going to split you open and we’re going to bathe in it. Do you want that, boy?” “Yesssssss.” The sound slides out of me on its own. Dripping of need. Of hunger beating under my skin. His voice pulling me in, enveloping me, smoke, wrapping around me. Warm. Expansive. My hand slides across my head, across the stubble of my freshly cropped skull. I imagine his rough hands there, guiding me. Caressing me. ”I’ve texted you the address, boy. Come here now. Jeans with no underwear, sandals, a t-shirt. Bring nothing else. Understand? No wallet, no money, no ID. No phone. You’ll pay the cab fare and throw away any cash you have left over.” His voice. So smooth, so knowing. I can feel myself relax into him, into his need. My need. “And boy-don’t shower or clean yourself up in any way. I want you raw. I want to taste your sweat and your fear. I want to taste your hunger for it. For surrender.” My cock twitches with his every word. My blood thrumming under my skin with it, with desire. I can barely breathe. Barely think. God, yes. Jesus, god, yesssssss. you ready for this, boy? Ready to give yourself over to it, to me?” ”Yes.” I hear myself say, my voice a ragged whisper. Urgent, desperate. “Yes, so hungry. Yes. Please.” I say. “I need.”
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I was owned by a master for a short period of time. i mentioned some of the actions we did in my other post. One of them is piss play. I love drinking the first void of his piss in the morning, in bed. One day, we stopped at a fast food restaurant to get a quick bite. I needed to use the restroom so I will get the food while he waited in the car. He told me any fountain drink would do. So, after I got the order, i went to the restroom, poured out his drink and filled the cup with my piss...it was the most turned on moment for him when he gulped down my piss from the cup. Any new creative ideas, let me know!
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I’m such a pathetic small dick piss fag that deserves being humiliated till my phone breaks. Feel free to text call leave voice texts or more making fun of me, degrading me and ruining my phone number. That is my number in pic below. Feel free to copy and post else where to ruin me. I love being smacked around used and abused only to be pissed on and tossed out forced to walk home clothes and face piss soaked. It’s so embarrassing. It’s where I belong.
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