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If I was to get a room at the heart of Chicago motel and set up as ass up anon. No loads refused. Could I expect at least one poz breeder to show up What are the chances anyone have an idea?
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I will be at One-in-Ten starting from when they open on March 21, in the backroom, offering both my holes to all cummers. No condoms. No loads refused. I want to be seeded for spring. Knock me up. I’ll be wearing a white jockstrap and nothing else. Cum fuck me.
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I can be face down ass up. In a semi dark room. Waiting for a couple tops to breed my breeding hole. In San Francisco.
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I decided to host a pump’n’dump this morning. After having a friend visit for a week, keeping me from being filled, I was dying for as much cock as possible in my guts. Posted an ad on Sniffies (with my address made public so guys could come through without having to even message) and Doublelist and got ready. First top to come through was in his 30s, fit, with a decent 7” cock that was thick as fuck. He hit me up on Sniffies, said he was 5 minutes away, and I told him to come over. I waited on my belly, my back arched with my ass up and lubed. After 5 minutes, I heard the door open and buried my head in my blanket so as to not even see him. I heard him come into my room and remove his clothes. Then felt him as he climbed onto the bed behind me and used his knees to spread my legs further apart. The head of his cock pressed against my hole, making me moan. And then, with one hand putting pressure on my spine to keep me in place, he rammed it inside me in one thrust until his balls were against my taint. I wasn’t ready for that and yelped, but he held me in place and began to fuck me with no mercy. It hurt, but also felt so amazing having him take his pleasure with no care for my comfort. He continued like this for about 5 minutes before slamming in as deep as he could go to cum. I felt his cock throbbing and the warmth of his cum filling me. After what felt like minutes of unloading, he finally pulled out, dressed and left without saying a word. I hadn’t gotten any other messages, but just a few minutes later heard the door open again. Guess someone took advantage of the address being public. Resumed the same position: ass up, back arched, belly on bed and legs spread, head in my blanket so as to not even see. I heard him walk in, climb over me and slam his cock home again without a word. He felt far smaller than the previous guy, but I let him do his thing and after a few minutes he moaned that he was cumming and unloaded in my guts. Didn’t feel his cum. He dressed and left, and a fwb had messaged me. He’s not super hung, but knows how to fuck. Claims to be undetectable but loves poz and other dirty talk. I told him to come over. He arrived 20 minutes later and had me get on all 4s before slamming into me. At first he was mostly quiet, occasionally commenting on how he could feel the other men’s cum in me. As he picked up his pace, he got more verbal, saying every nasty thing on the books until he slammed as deep as he could go and I felt his cock twitch as he unloaded in me. He then pulled out, slapped my ass, and left. So here I am now, 3 anon loads up my guts, and hoping to hit double digits today. Will post with updates if anyone else shows up.
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You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued
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Cum hungry slut here new to this site. ISO Men who like to breed hungry bottoms. I host or travel. Also looking for top Men to gangbang me in a Elkton Md Motel February 20th. All loads taken
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Hey. I will be in Tel Aviv 21 to 23 February and would love to hook up with some local top/s
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Been having trouble finding anyone willing or able to host that can breed me. I'm very open minded to try many things. I just wanna feel big hard cock in me and take your load.
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Got a hit on Grindr this morning, not 10 minutes after I logged on. He sent me his location (an apartment building about 20 minutes from my place) even before he sent me a video of his dick. He was nice and thick and uncut, and my mouth started watering immediately at the thought of having that thick piece of meat pounding my hole. I sent him a sampling of my pics, including one of my hole dripping a couple of loads - his profile was tagged with both 'anon' and 'bb', my favorite - and he was only too eager to have me stop by. We agreed to meet in an hour. I got douched and messaged him as I hit the road. To my relief, he stayed in touch throughout my drive, which boosted my confidence that he was serious - though I've had guys block me when I was within 5 minutes of the address they gave me. His building was not far from where some friends of mine live - friends who have no idea that I hook up anonymously with strangers and take their loads. It was so close, in fact, that it was possible that I could walk out of his building and run into them as they walked their dog. If they ever asked, I'd be hard-pressed to tell them why I was in their town, since any time I go there it's to see them! Often that risk is enough to make me re-think my plans, but today I wanted it so bad that I didn't care. I messaged him from the parking lot and waited for him to disappear. Instead, he sent me a message that made me even hornier as it made me a little nervous: "My friend wants to watch, is that cool?" Too late to back out now! I was on autopilot. I needed cock, and I don't mind an audience. "Sure," I replied. He instructed me to go to the front door of his building, and he would meet me there. When he arrived in the lobby he was a younger guy, mid-20s, slender and Hispanic. He opened the door and led me to an apartment on the second floor. There were few lights on, but I heard some porn playing in what I assumed was the bedroom. There were curtains across the doorway; he separated them and stepped into the bedroom, revealing another, very similar-looking Hispanic guy sitting cross-legged on the bed. He had his cock out and was jerking it slowly as he watched the video on the TV that was hung on the bedroom wall. The room was a cornucopia of pleasures. A fuck machine sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bed-side table drawer was open, revealing a number of variously-sized toys, lube, and little brown bottles. Still more toys sat beside him on the bed. The guy who I was there to see stripped and motioned for me to do the same. His cock was about seven inches and it was thick. Seeing me looking at it, his friend on the bed laughed and said, "Good luck, I can only take half of that." Anyone who has read my material knows that I've taken as many as 15 cocks in an afternoon, so I was confident that with a little lube and a bit of help from a little brown bottle, I'd be just fine. The top ordered me onto the bed on my hands and knees. First he fed me his cock, fucking my face and making me gag as it grew in my mouth. His friend grabbed my man-tits and squeezed them in admiration. When he was ready, the top stepped around the bed behind me, lubed me up and slid inside. It was amazing! My hole had not been that full for a while so I hit the brown bottle regularly. It didn't take me long to get into the groove. His friend on the bed was rock-hard. He complimented my body and told me how hot it was watching me getting fucked. Almost unconsciously I looked at his cock and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to suck that?" "I don't usually get sucked," he replied, but after a moment's thought he slid himself around in front of me and before I knew it I was sucking on his rock-hard cock while his partner plowed my hole. All too quickly the cock in my hole began to spasm as the top guy dumped his load deep in my guts. "Okay, I'm done, thanks," was all he said, indicating that it was time for me to leave. I got up and dressed as his partner continued to chat with me. I made it known that I've done multi-top cum dump scenes and am open to pretty much any scene; he told me that the next time I go, he wants to watch me experience his fuck machine. Whether that happens remains to be seen. As often happens they've been offline on Grindr since I left, and have not acknowledged the message I sent thanking them for a hot time. We'll see if it happens again. But in the meantime, I have a giant load in my ass to remember them by.
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The cokpig got a rodeway hotel at a nearby truck an travel stop; gotta say it has been churnin over n over how an whether to set up a GH anon blow n go coksukn service rentin a room for a day or two. Get ads up on grindr, a4a, scruff, sniffies,squirt and get to work weedin n popperin up n sukn cox all staylong anyone done this with great success? Havent figured out the gh setup What has worked for you? Any problems with law enforcement? Advice, tips, suggestions, experiences? cravin the cox. So damn dikstarved
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Does anyone have an opinion on whether more guys would show up to fuck BB hosting or getting a hotel room in a sleazy hotel? Seem to get a lot of younger guys that want to fuck but don't show up when i host. Live in a private location in a rural area ,,,Maybe they just like to fuck with an old man's head. See the hotel ads on grindr from time to time...wondered how they make out Any thoughts?
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Neg bottom Heading to Subway in the cbd mid arvo with no prep and high hopes for bear night tonight if any of you known or unknown tops want to stop by. Taking any and all loads willingly or unwillingly if that’s your kink 😁.
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Visiting NYC later this week. Will be hosting Thursday and looking to get loaded up and flooded. Ass up in a hot in HK. 😈💦
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Who wants to use my holes? I wait blindfolded naked on my knees. Host in SE1. Ask for address
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Visting Amsterdam 3/23/23-3/29/23. Looking to take as many loads as possible while visting. Might do day trip to Belgium,France also but mainly looking in Amsterdam. Neg bi bttm thats looking for a party guide and places for pig play. Like to be blindfolded and used by Dom cocks. Off prep but Verbal Poz loads and men of color that just want to use me as a hole get me piggy. Also would like to try and take first FF and WS play.
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Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.
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I’ve wanted to be a cumdump for so long and I figure turning 40 is a good time to start. I’d love to meet up with a top in a park wearing a chastity cage and vibrating plug under my clothes. I’d give you the remote to the plug and we’d walk through the park while you make me tell you my fantasies and you degrade me. From there we’d go back to your place where you would put a gag in my mouth and tie me down and breed me as many times as you want. I’ll bring some toys if you want to wear my ass out. When you’re done, put the plug back in my ass and call me a whore and tell me to get out. Ideally, I’d like to find someone to play regularly. I’m in northern part of the Front Range but willing to travel if we click.
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Tonight doing a Czech Fantasy type thing. Anyone wanting to fuck an anon bottom come between now and midnight. You will see a red bucket on the sidewalk. Follow the string til you find the red light. I am in the small shed with the grape You will see a red bucket on the sidewalk. Follow the string til you find the red light. I am in the small shed with the grapevine I am off I84 exit 374 by the Loves Truckstop. Taking anon loads. Two homes down from the Ontario Oregon State Park. Look for the red light and Nissan Armada
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I was up early this morning for my usual morning walk/jog/run and was on Grindr hoping that maybe some guys have today off and are looking. I'd had a lot of fun over the weekend hooking up with random guys in town for the state fair and the OSU vs. Texas game and thought most of that was over, but got hit up by a guy at a local hotel from Oklahoma looking for fun. I have a major weakness for redneck boys and he checked all the boxes, 21, blonde, 6 foot tall, beefy build, smooth body with big nipples, but sadly not that big a dick and a vers bottom according to his profile. I didn't care, I'd be willing to breed his ass. His profile indicated he was neg so my expectation was he'd want it safe so I figured I'd weed him out by saying I wanted to breed his ass. To my surprise he said he wanted to get bred and we kept the talk up. He liked my cock and was down for now, saying his check out was at 11am. He was nearby and I said I could be there soon. To my surprise he asked what I wanted and I jokingly said I wanted him to breed me too. He said he was down and liked that I wanted it raw. I joked back that "raw is law" and he agreed, saying he only did raw. I know playing with rednecks is playing with fire but I also know they almost all play raw. I asked if he'd been in town for the weekend and he admitted he was, that he lived in Arkansas but went to OSU and was in town for the game and had the day off from work. I can only imagine he'd been fucking like crazy over the weekend and I wasn't the only guy who'd bred him or who he had bred. That had me super horny and we switched to Snap so I could prove I wasn't fake, and also to confirm he wasn't. And he certainly wasn't as I got pics of him naked, stroking his cock and hearing him talk in his country accent. He hadn't asked about my status and I wasn't about to ask his, and guessing that he didn't mention he was on Prep on his profile I can only guess he wasn't and like me, just doesn't give a shit. I got to his hotel and went in and we were quickly kissing each other as we stripped down. He was down on his knees sucking my cock and telling me what a hot cock I have and how bad he wanted it. Clearly he does this often and that had me hard just knowing he's a slut like me. I couldn't believe there's big country boys like him that are as slutty as I am and it drives me crazy as I love getting with guys like this. I stop him a couple times saying I'm getting close and finally he takes the hint and we move to the bed and he's on his back spreading his legs so I can grind my hard cock up against his ass. I ask him if he has any lube and he says he wants me to fuck him spit and stick and I oblige, spitting furiously on my cock and in my hand so I can force my cock in his ass. Getting inside him takes little effort and clearly he's been getting pounded by other guys all weekend. His ass feels like its already loaded and bred and I'm tempted to ask, but honestly I don't give a shit. I tell him how hot and tight his ass is and how bad I want to load him and he's begging for my cock and load. Then he adds that I probably like fucking and breeding guys anon like this. I figure I'm never going to see him again, so why not be fucking honest. I say I do love breeding guys anon and that I love getting bred anon and can't wait for him to do that to me. His face lit up and he asked me if I do it a lot and I say I do, that I love giving and taking loads. He breaks into a smile and says he does too and that he was so excited that I wanted his load and he started begging for me to cum in him. I hardly needed the encouragement as hearing him admit to being a whore was all I needed as I was about to cum. And it felt good to be honest about being the anon pig I am. I know there's other guys like me too and it was hot to be drilling one and I blasted a ferocious load inside him that had him screaming not to pull out and to stay inside him. I loved that this big country boy was letting a deviant pig like me drill him raw and breed his ass. He admitted he was really close to cumming and wanted to fuck me rather than have an accident if I kept fucking him. I said it was cool and he again asked me if I was cool for him fucking me raw, and I said I was. I was on my back saying I wanted to look into his pretty blue eyes as he drilled me and damn did he drill me. He did a spit and stick and it was easy taking him that way except for when he thrust all the way in me as his cock was a lot thicker at the base than at the tip. He asked if it was cool if he used some racist words as he fucked me and honestly, yeah, I know that's fucked up, but also hot, and if it's a redneck boy like him its even hotter and I agreed to it, kind of hating myself for agreeing to it. He was using the words a lot and I hardly cared. I love having guys like him dominate and use my for their pleasure, even if they're slutty bottom boys like him, getting bred by random guys. I'm loudly begging for his load and not caring who hears me. His face is all red and I can tell he's close and can feel him shudder as he cums inside me. It's a shame he doesn't have a bigger dick and isn't a dominant top, but I don't care. He's probably been shamed all his life for having a smaller cock, probably been forced to bottom as a result and has gotten used to getting fucked, so I'm sure he likes the chance to top and be the dominant pig, and I'm not about to deny him that. He's not slowing down and continues fucking me saying he isn't done with my ass and again starts with the racist talk. I've long since made peace with that kind of shit just to get the white trash cock I love and I'm leaning into it, feeding into his hate fuck. It doesn't matter as he took my seed raw, so who's the bitch here? Pig boy dumps another load in me and I'm loudly screaming not to pull out, how hot it was, and brother, I am not lying. I wanted his load bad. He quickly slides out and is begging for my dick and load like the little bitch he is. I'm telling him how bad I want to breed his hole and that I bet he's been bred by a lot of guys this weekend. He's moaning with delight saying he did, and I'm egging him on, demanding to know how many guys bred his hole and without hesitating he said ten. I laughed and kept up my strokes and said he probably took every one of them raw and he admitted he did. I kept it up and he admitted he begged for their loads and admitted his favorite was getting tag teamed by two Latino guys who double penetrated him. I asked him if he liked Latino cock and he admitted to loving Latino cock and would do anything to get Latinos to breed him raw. And there we have it, his fantasy and their's coming together. I ain't gonna lie, I love thinking about breeding a hot redneck boy like him and having him breed me to, and I'm sure it fulfilled their fantasy. I would love to be with a guy like this, but know that it isn't realistic. All I can hope for is a chance at him breeding me and me breeding him and soon enough I do that, blast another powerful load deep in his guts as his face lights up and again he begs me not to pull out and to shoot every drop inside him. And I gladly do, collapsing on top of him once I'm spent. He laughs at me saying how good I was and that I must have needed it. I said I was and said he must have to. He admitted he'd hooked up earlier but the other didn't get him off and he was glad I wanted it. I knew I was right about him being already bred and held back from saying something. Instead I said I was glad he wanted to fuck me as I found guys like him really hot. He smiled at me and thanked me adding that he was nothing special. I came clean about fantasizing about guys like him and he laughed and said I should move to Oklahoma as there were lots of guys there like him for the taking. I'm trying hard not to clock watch and not wanting this to end, but know that our time is going to end soon even though I don't want it to. I jokingly ask him if he's going to drive back to Oklahoma with my loads still in his ass and he smirks at me and asks what I think. I jokingly say yeah, and he admits he plans on it and wants to stop and see if he can get more loads on the way back. I'm surprised and impressed by his honesty and admit to it. "You should take what you want" he said and there's truth to that. Too often I'm over cautious and afraid to ask for what I want in life. He gives me his number and says I should come visit and see what I think of Oklahoma and that I could stay with him. He admitted he doesn't come to Dallas often but does get here sometimes. We kiss deeply and I dress to leave, his loads still inside me, not caring that I smell of cum, lube, and ass. I thank him and tell him I had an amazing time and leave, hoping we will meet up again.
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I will be hosting tops on 10-6-22. I will be Blind folded taking loads. Will be face down ass up. Start time is 6pm, May start sooner than start time just depends on when I check in. Looking to find breeding tops to fill my hole up with your seed. Can go all night. Bring a friend and tag team me or run a train. 😈🐷💦 message me for more details and room number. Let’s break my record of 25 loads
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Went to cupids in kutztown tonight was able to get 3 raw cocks in my ass ❤️ anyone in eastern pa LVH area let’s meet !
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Part 2: But first, a Cum Dumpery Detour
HornyForManAss posted a blog entry in Falling for a Cum Vessel
Falling for a Cum Vessel, pt. 2 But First, A Cum Dumpery Detour I hadn’t cum. Fuck my life. Despite my awe over fucking the athletic, handsome man with hair in all the right places I didn’t even cum. How fucking rude. And then a pandemic happened and I figured once would have to be enough for getting so close to perfection. Around Halloween I started exploring cum dumpery fun with an out-of-towner who would coordinate tops to stop by in 15 minute increments to load him. The first time I was the fifth loader, my first time fucking a true dump: door open, dark room, ass up, sloppy wet hole. I remember my pubes got really wet with the loads of the men before me. I came fucking him slowly because the sensation of a cum hole was so new. He said no one had ever cum in him with such slow fucking before, and the following times I was the fourth and third load, respectively. I was starting to like this. At New Years he wanted me to be the first load. I jokingly said I had finally been promoted to first dibs and he said that I’d always get first dibs from now on, which of course went to my head. Somehow, when a cum dump tells you that you’ve got a “really, really great dick,” you just need to believe it. It’s December 30 and he can be ass up and fresh for me starting at 11 p.m. I’m stoked, hadn’t cum in days and even arrived a little early. He accommodates and lets me get at it 10 minutes early. He’s expecting five more cocks and I’m somehow able to record the hottest ejaculation of my life. I tell him I’ll be back later. Walking out I see the red taillights of a car going by slowly, so a thought pops in my head: scope out the next guy walking in. Why not, I figured, the first time I loaded this dump he made me wait a couple minutes and I glimpsed the top before me. It’s now 11:16 and maybe the second top will see me walking to my truck. Sure enough that slow car is the next top. He’s tall, white, good build, can’t really make out his face, and walks with a rush. I start jerking as he walks in knowing the hole I stretched not three minutes before was about to get loaded again. He probably knew he wasn’t the first top, which turned me on even more knowing he wanted the hole loaded. I decided to wait to leave until he walked out, you know, to see if he lasted longer than me. About five minutes later top 2 walks out and I smile knowing he couldn’t have felt as good as me. Meanwhile, I’m about to leave when I see another car drive by slowly and park a few doors down. Surely top 3 will notice top 2 walking by. I’m stroking watching all this—tops scoping out tops—thanks to the cum dump. Sure enough third top walks up with the same rush in his step, and I start a timer to see how he stacks up. I end up watching six guys total go in and out (sly fucker, had only said five), and I figure his hole is definitely sloppy by now. I message to say I’m nearby and if he's ready for my second load. I wait a minute and see a silver sedan drive by slowly, come to stop in front of the house, but doesn’t park. Weird. I walk in and hell if it doesn’t reek of sweat, spit, and cum. I ask and says he got “seven, no wait, eight loads,” and freely admits that he was able to get a sixth top. He’s not even finished telling me about the sixth that I’m already pushing into his gaping hole, cock catching all drops of cum sticking to his hole hairs. My pubes are instantly drenched after the first thrust and I can’t fucking believe this slut let me and six guys walk in and use him, and so efficiently. He didn’t see any of our faces, probably let them all record and photograph him, too. My senses are out of control and next thing I know I’m shooting hard up his loose hole. I’m walking out satisfied, accomplished, and sleepy. In my truck I see another car pull up and a big chubby black guy with an orange cap walks up to the house. This must be the top-off load, even though the dump said I was the last. Shouldn’t matter, and yet, I wait until the top walks out and leaves. I know I don’t own the dump—he could never be owned—but I can’t shake this need to know who loaded him, how they compared to me, what happened to the load(s), and of course, wishing I could inspect the hole and play with the loads in him to make sure it can continue serving. It was now almost 2 a.m., December 31, and sitting in my truck outside the dump’s house I realized that I had barely scratched the surface: this new kink needed exploring. I wanted to feel that power over another man, feel him quiver for my cum with his hole, which made me feel like more of a man. I wanted to fuck more dumps, feel that velvety texture of a freshly used hole, and to know that the hole was mine after loading it. I knew more men like this dump existed who'd like that. I knew there’d be risks associated, but fuck it, because I knew I would see this new kink all the way through. What I didn’t know was that in less than a week I would be reunited with the Cum Vessel and that he would become the new kink. -
Horny cum dump looking for loads. Door unlocked, Face down, ass up. Come in, unzip, side in and use me. No loads refused. @cumdumpsoho on Twitter, or on grindr on the night for room number Tuesday 27 September, from 6. At St Giles hotel, next to Tottenham court road tube.
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Ass up and taking all loads. Friday and Saturday at a hotel on lower Camden St. 23 and 25 September 2022 Starting at 10pm
