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**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Jeff arrived at the big congress hotel already on Sunday afternoon, even though the actual meeting doesn't start until Monday morning. The congress hotel was huge, because more than a thousand participants from all over the world were expected for the congress. The congress was the first for 26-year-old Jeff and everything seemed really big. Jeff works as a product manager in a technology company, and the conference deals with technology news. Jeff is still young, but he has already been married for 6 years and has 3 children with his wife. Jeff comes from a very religious family, so getting married young and having many children was a natural way of life. Jeff is handsome. Jeff has a long, muscular runner's body. Whenever possible, Jeff puts on minimalist running shorts and a sleeveless running shirt and heads for a run. Jeff secretly thinks he's a pretty sexy sight in his running clothes. Now, however, Jeff had arrived alone at the big conference hotel for the first time. He would have all Sunday evening and all next week to be alone without his wife and children. First time in many years. Jeff went to his room and took off everything except his briefs. Jeff admired himself and his fleshy buttocks from the large mirror in the hotel room. Jeff dug out the tiny speedos from his bag and decided to check out the spa department of the conference hotel before dinner. Sunday night in the spa department seemed to be very peaceful. Jeff got to relax his muscles in the hot tub all by himself, after which he went to the steam room. Before entering the sauna, Jeff took off his speedo on a hook outside the sauna and wrapped a towel around his waist. The steam room had warm and thick steam. Jeff climbed to the top level and sat down. He found himself alone in the sauna. In the warm steam, Jeff massaged his muscles and sometimes also his slightly stiffened cock through the towel. Suddenly the sauna door opened and someone entered. Someone also got up to the top level and sat quite close to Jeff. Not too close, but surprisingly close in an empty sauna. A well-built man in his 60s greeted Jeff. Jeff greeted back. After a while, Jeff saw with his side eye how the man opened the towel and was now sitting completely naked next to Jeff. The man said the warm steam was good for the muscles and massaged his chest and thighs. Jeff tried to answer casually, but his voice caught in his throat. Jeff was clearly nervous and he couldn't take his eyes off the man's thick flaccid cock. Sometimes the man stroked his own cock lightly and moaned with pleasure. Jeff's towel went up like a tent as he greedily eyed the older man's thick cock. Just then, the man turned to Jeff and reached out to shake Jeff's hand. "Im Burt. Are you here for next week's technology conference?" "Yes, im Jeff," answered Jeff confused. "Do you already have company for dinner? If not, you're welcome to join," said Burt. "That could be nice," said Jeff. "Good, see you in half an hour in room 1139 for aperitifs," said Burt. Burt wrapped a towel around himself and got up and left. 30 minutes later, Jeff stood at the door of room 1139 in black pants and a white collared shirt. “Knock knock”. After a while, Burt opened the door in his bathrobe. "Sorry, I haven't had time to get dressed yet, but come in". "Here's my husband Jack and here's Jeff. Jeff's coming to dinner with us. What would you like to drink Jeff, is whiskey alright?" Burt continued. "Yes whiskey will do" said Jeff shyly. Jack wasn't dressed for dinner yet either. Jack, who is the same age as Burt, was wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Jack had a body as muscular as Burt's. Burt handed Jeff a glass full of whiskey and directed Jeff to sit in an armchair in the hotel room. Jeff had never been in a hotel room with any other man before. Especially with two muscular gay men clearly older than he. Because of his religious background, Jeff had almost never drunk alcohol. The whiskey burned his mouth, but Jeff couldn't really do anything but drink. Both Burt and Jack kept up small talk. They talked about the weather and the upcoming conference. At some point Jack got up and began to dress for dinner. First he took off his shirt and shorts in front of Jeff. Jack was wearing only jockstraps with a REALLY big bulge. Jeff sipped his drink and stared at Jack's bulge until Jack pulled his pants up and put his shirt on. Jeff had to keep his other hand in his lap, which he covered his own hard cock. Next, Burt got up and started to get dressed as well. First he took off his bathrobe and stood naked in the middle of the room. Jeff stared at Burt's thick cock again. Now he could see it even better than in the steam room. It was really big and thick. Burt took the jockstraps out of the bag and calmly pulled them on. Jeff even suspected that Burt wanted to tease Jeff. Next, Burt picked up a bottle of whiskey and walked over to Jeff to fill Jeff's glass. Burt's massive bulge was right in front of Jeff's gaze. Jeff just stared at the awesome bulge of the jockstraps. "Do you want to touch it," asked Burt? "Just try it, it won't bite" encouraged Burt. Timidly Jeff stroked Burt's bulge. It felt really hot. After a while, Jack also stood in front of Jeff with only his Jockstraps on. "You can try this too," said Jack. For the first time in his life, Jeff had heavy cocks in both hands. Jeff weighed the men's cocks in his hands. Very heavy. Jeff could feel the men's very heavy balls in the jockstrap pouches. Men's cocks started to harden and jockstraps started to feel way too tight. The men revealed their semi-hard cocks to Jeff, but they were already much bigger than Jeff's when fully hard. Jeff lightly stroked both bare cocks. Hot hardening cocks. "You can taste very well. No one is watching." encouraged Jack. Jeff would first lick the top of Jack's helmet and then Burt. Salty. Jack thrust his own cock into Jeff's open mouth and fucked gently. Then Burt did the same. The men lifted Jeff to his feet and began to remove Jeff's clothes. Soon Jeff was standing completely naked in front of two clearly older men. The men guided Jeff onto all fours on the bed. Burt started to lick Jeff's ass while Jack shoved his cock back in Jeff's mouth. Soon Jeff's ass was wet with Burt's saliva and Jeff felt Burt switch his tongue to his cock. Jeff felt Burt's hot cock in his hole and how it slowly started to push inside Jeff. It hurt terribly, but Jack's cock filled Jeff's mouth and throat, so there was no way he could protest. Jeff was like a pig on a barbecue skewer. Stronger older men fucked Jeff from both ends. Soon Jeff's ass gave way and the pain began to subside. After a few faster thrusts, Burt roared and emptied his sperm into Jeff's ass. Very quickly Jack pulled out of Jeff's mouth and replaced Burt in Jeff's ass. Burt went under Jeff and took Jeff's rock hard cock in his mouth. Jack piston fucked Jeff and with a roar also emptied his seed into Jeff's guts. At the same time, Jeff emptied his seed into Burt's mouth, who eagerly swallowed the young man's seed. "Now after the aperitifs, dinner will surely taste good too. Why don't we get dressed and go eat," said Burt.
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This is the story of how I came to be who - and what - I am today. My name is Christian, and I've always been straight. Indeed, I still am. I can appreciate when a man is handsome, well-built or whatever, but that has never done anything for me. I am attracted to women, they turn me on, and yet I know I will never end up spending my life with a female. You see, despite how my brain is wired, my body betrays me. When it comes to sex, these days it is all about cock. First up, a bit about me. I'm 6'1", pretty well built and lean, and have always had people tell me I'm handsome. I have dirty blond hair (from my father's Swedish roots) that I keep short, and slightly olive skin from my mother's Italian heritage. I played a number of sports throughout school, but swimming has always been my favourite and I go to the pool several times a week after the gym. I have a decent sized cock, and nice tight buns that I keep in check with daily squats. All in all, I tend to get a good amount of attention, and have never had any trouble getting a girlfriend. I had my first experience with a man during my gap year before university. Despite having no interest in men really, I was really curious about what it would be like to get fucked. That had always been there since I was old enough to know it was a thing men could do, and fingering myself had been part of my masturbation ritual from almost as soon as I started touching myself. However, it was only once I had been in San Francisco for a couple of days as part of a round-the-world backpacking adventure that I finally got the courage together to look into it properly, and wound up in a bar in the Castro. My older brother had fortunately agreed to 'lose' his driving licence before I left the UK, and as we look so much alike it served as the perfect fake ID while in the US. Of course, that meant I had to remember to call myself Jacob while I was there. Anyway, 'Jacob' got himself picked up by this fairly muscular guy in his mid-30s, and spent the night at a nearby apartment having his cherry firmly popped! Condoms were used of course, and I also had my first go at sucking cock just to see what it was like. It was OK, but being taken up the arse was an absolute revelation, so much so that I allowed the guy to do it to me three times before I left in the morning. For the rest of my gap year and through my first couple of terms at university, I hooked up with both men and women depending on what I was feeling. Then I met Joanne, and got into my first proper relationship since my school girlfriend. The man sex stopped until we broke up towards the middle of my third year at uni, and after that ended I almost exclusively sought out cock for a while. This established a pattern that would dominate my life for the next ten years: I would have relationships with women; they would fizzle out; I would then get fucked by guys for however long it took me to find a new girlfriend; and repeat. When I was 25 I had my first bareback experience, largely through being too drunk to function properly. I let a guy do me in the backroom of a gay bar that I had stumbled into after getting separated from both my friends and my phone. I was out of it, but somehow did manage to remember how liberating and exciting it felt to get used like that. After a couple more safe-sex hookups I realised something had changed in me, so I decided to take the financial hit and got myself on PrEP via online deliveries from the States. Once that was working properly, I became almost exclusively a bareback bottom during my weeks or months at a time of seeking cock, and perhaps most tellingly, I stayed on it when I met my next girlfriend (even getting myself onto the NHS trial so I could get it for free). Things changed in 2018 when I met Sarah. She was an American ex-pat living in London, a place she'd chosen to stay after studying at UCL, and we really hit it off. I mean, like crazily hit it off. She was the first woman I moved in with, and it was shortly after that milestone that I decided to properly commit, focus on building a life with her, and try to leave my cock-hunting days behind me. As part of that, I stopped taking PrEP. I had firmly pledged to myself to leave my wanton ways in the past, and start living the life of a 'proper' straight man. "Yeah right" I hear you say, but at the time it was what I thought I wanted, needed, and should be doing. The pandemic was, however, the beginning of the end. Being cooped up for so long with Sarah started to highlight problems in our relationship, and I realised we were gradually drifting apart while also getting on each other's nerves with every passing day. She had made me change so much about myself that I suddenly started to resent her for it, when before I had just been in such a love haze that I happily went along with it all. It was a godsend when some of the travel restrictions eased enough for Sarah to make a trip home to see her family, and she was soon ready for a month back in the States. I dropped her off at the airport early in the morning on a Friday, and had taken that day off from work so I could have some extra time to myself. I had lined up a night out with some friends for the evening, and so decided to take a nap when I had been back home for a while as the 4am alarm had started catching up with me. When I awoke around lunchtime I was undeniably horny, and I knew what I wanted. The flat we were renting had some attic space we could use, and given her aversion to almost every type of insect and bug, Sarah was never going to go up there. As such, I had been able to squirrel away my box of toys without her ever finding out about it, and that afternoon I dug it out for the first time in two years. It took some work after so long, but eventually I was happily riding one of my larger dildos and finally getting the stimulation I needed. Well, sort of. As much as I was enjoying it, long-buried desires for it to be a real cock took hold. The thought of that made me cum, and yet barely half an hour later I was back on the rubber dong working myself up to another orgasm. And then again two hours later. Perhaps it was the couple of beers I drank in the afternoon, or just a feeling of liberation now that she was gone for a month, but when I got dressed for my night out with the guys the whole ensemble was completed with an unseen treasure: a large buttplug stuffed up my rear end. I had never gone out with my friends doing anything like that at all, but that night I headed off to the pub in Kentish Town with my sphincter working overtime. It felt awesome. Perhaps spurred on by my courage to do that, I also fished out another box of treasures that I had kept hidden from Sarah. Inside was the 1.5 kilo silver chain and matching bracelet I had bought shortly before meeting her, which she had made it clear she did not like and that I should sell (which I told her I had). I donned both, and balanced things out with an enormous chunky Diesel watch that Sarah had also sneered at. I knew I'd get some comments from the guys with all this bling on display, but hey, it felt good to finally rediscover the old me a bit. Really taking the theme and running with it, I also stopped by the corner shop on my way to the tube and bought a couple of packets of Marlboro Gold and a lighter, deciding that all the nagging about my social smoking was going to be a thing of the past. The night out was fantastic, not a full-on drinking binge like it could have been but rather a relaxed evening with the guys. I got a couple of comments about how chilled I seemed from when we had last managed to meet up, and couldn't help but agree that I was happy to have a break from Sarah. Although we didn't talk about it at length, I think my friends knew the writing was on the wall for that relationship. With the restrictions on opening hours, the night ended far too quickly and we all made our way off in search of home. Or at least, they did. The one other friend who would be getting the tube suddenly realised he needed to rush to catch a train from London Bridge so he fled towards the station while I went to the loo for a strategic piss, meaning that by the time I was out of the pub I was alone. It was then I realised how close I was to Hampstead Heath, and a decision was made. I wasn't stinking drunk, but my inhibitions were definitely down. My arse had been enjoyably stretched out all evening by the buttplug, and I knew I needed it to get a proper seeing-to. I had already basically decided that I would not be living at our flat anymore when Sarah got back from the States, so despite the fact that I had not broken up with her, my brain when into Single Man Mode. For me, that meant one thing: cock...
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What’s the best hotel in midtown Manhattan to host a day long cumdump / pump-n-dump? Looking for ease of access to room, no security sniffing around, front desk chill, guests allowed…. Any suggestions or advice is appreciated. 💙
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At the end of a previous post, where I summarised a poll I'd had running for a while, I asked myself what might be the sluttiest thing to do in a sauna. I think it's time for another poll!
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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'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.
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I'd be really interested to get everyone's opinion. A number of years ago I was a total bottom, then I became versatile for a while, then pretty much 100% top for a long time. Earlier this year I decided I was becoming bored with topping all the time and set myself a goal of getting back to bottoming and becoming a total cumdump. It's fair to say I'm making reasonable progress (although the load count is still a bit low), but it's really only on a weekend I can get my arse out there to be used and filled with cum. Prepping obviously takes a while and after a day at work it's not always practical. My question is this - do you think I should just discipline myself to really just be a pig on the weekend and abstain during the week, or occasionally still load a bottom if I'm horny after work, just to unload my balls and gain some relief?
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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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Looking for breeders in Maine to flood my hole. Open to 1:1, group, anonymous and cum collectors providing loads for my eating pleasures, cum lube my hole or devils dick.
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Like the title says. I’m looking for someone to pimp out my holes or be the bottom for your group. 31 white masc. 6 foot tall. 6.5 cut. Love being blindfolded and taking men’s cocks. Live around nola this can be whenever. Most I’ve taken is 7 but would love more. I love having a sloppy hole. Let me be your sub. Once we’re done put my plug in me.
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I'll be taking all loads from about 2pm tomorrow (Sunday 30th October) at Brighton Sauna. Naked Day is always good, but I want to beat my record of raw cocks and loads taken. I'm normally there for 4 or 5 hours. A lot of the time I'll be in the darkrooms (esp downstairs) and at the gloryholes, but I'm now motivated to be on my knees &or playing with my hole out in the open (the bed by the jacuzzi and in the cinema). I wear rainbow wristbands when I go, so you can easily identify me and will know I'm up for being fucked bareback and preferably loaded with lots of cum. Feel free to make yourself known, or just go for it. I'd really love two guys to hold my legs back (one on each side of me) for others to just use my cunt, so if anyone reading this goes and the opportunity arises, feel free to invite whoever you want to help out.
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Cumdumpdad coming back to Baltimore. Will be hosting in hotel pretty much taking loads 24/7 Stop by. Better yet. Tell your top friends.
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