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Last week I proposed a #BBBH tramp stamp tattoo. This week I saw a pic on Twitter that got me thinking (click the pics to see them larger)… I'd never thought of putting a tattoo on the taint - but it makes a lot of sense and it's pretty discreet. Unless you're legs are in the air, no one is going to see it. And when your legs are in the air is exactly when you want to send the top certain messages. I could see the #BBBH logo there, but then I started thinking - why not go further? So I took the logo for Cumdump Network and rearranged it so it was square, and then superimposed it on a pic of my ass from way back when (when I was in good shape)… Of course that also works as a tramp stamp, but you've gotta be incredibly "out there" to have a publicly visible tattoo that explicitly declares you're a cumdump. So what do you guys think? Of the rearranged logo? Of the idea of a cumdump taint tattoo?
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This will be a 'slow burn'... Stick with me here... “Hey, Mr. Smith!” I turned from loading my van to see Dan, the neighbour lad from 2 doors down. He’d evidently been working out in their garage and was now shirtless in the garden, showing off his defined torso. Dan is recently turned 18, and although I know his parents well enough their strongly religious lifestyle inevitably led to a cordial distance between us. I’d noticed over the past year or so, and especially since his birthday party earlier this month, Dan increasingly showing off his developing body. Last summer he’d exercised in the garden wearing only shorts, and now it was spring he was doing his warm-up and cool-down outside similarly dressed. It was impossible not to notice – the fences are low and my home office has a view of all the close-by gardens. I have to admit, I’d watched a few times last summer, even though he was definitely Forbidden Fruit. He’s about 5’9” and rapidly losing his puppy-fat to muscle. His short, curly strawberry-blond hair and ice-blue eyes gave away his parent’s Nordic origins. “Hi, Dan! You’ve been working out again, I see.” “Yeah, gotta keep it up if I’m going to get on the gym team at college.” “Well, looks like you’re doing well.” As much as I wanted to leap the fences and ravish this innocent beauty, I needed to get on before the dump closed. “Good luck with getting on the team.” I turned back to my task at hand, but a few moments later Dan appeared at the back gate, “Do you need a hand with that?” Thankfully, he’d put a t-shirt on. “Erm… Won’t your parents be worried?” It was a gambit – he and his younger brother and sister were cosseted by their parents, especially the mother, and I genuinely worried about their reaction to him talking to me like this. Across two garden fences is one thing, but face to face…? “They’ve taken Tom and Sarah to our grandparents’.” He picked up a box and loaded in into the van where I was stood. I stowed it, and we finished the job in double time. Dan was looking a bit edgy on the way back from the dump. The atmosphere in the cab, filled with sweat and musk, was a getting tensely electric. “Erm… Mr Smith…” “I think you can call me ‘John’ now. Or do you want me to call you ‘Mr. Olsen’?” I looked at him and raised my brows. “OK… John… Can I ask you something?” “Anything… But I might not answer.” I winked at him and he smiled. “Your tattoos… Didn’t they hurt?” Maybe I should explain – I’m heavily inked. In fact, the only part of me not tattooed is my face. “Not really. And anyway, it only lasts a few hours at a time.” “Oh… How many do you have?” “Well,” we’d got back at my garden and I hopped out to open the gates, “that depends how you count them, I suppose. I’d say one, but it wasn’t all done at the same time.” He took a while to think that through while I parked up in the garden. “Can I have a closer look?” “Well, I suppose so. Do you want to come in for a drink? To say ‘thanks’ for your help.” We headed in and I grabbed some cans of coke before leading him to the den. “There’s just one thing…” I regretted saying that immediately, “but I suppose we can overlook that… Make yourself at home.” He flopped onto the large, leather covered bean bag and hauled his t-shirt off. I say across from him on the low sofa and started hauling my boots off. “What thing?” he asked. “Well, usually this is a naked house.” He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated, “Most of the time, I don’t wear any clothes at home.” “Oh, that’s cool.” He proceeded to kick off his running shoes and strip the tight shorts off. I hesitated, but stripped myself – after all, he wanted to see ALL my tattoos. I couldn’t help but notice when his semi-hard cock bobbed out of his shorts. He had a well proportioned, uncut piece – it would probably rival my own uncut, fat 8-1/2”-er. After a few moments, we were sat again facing each other, only a few feet apart. He was trying (without much success) to hide his manhood. I pulled a joint out of a box on the side table, then thought, “You don’t mind?” I wiggled to spliff. “It’s your house, Mr. Smith.” “So it it, Mr. Olsen.” I gave him a pouty smile and lit the smoke. “Sorry… John. Er… So how long did all those take?” He was staring, wide eyed, but having difficulty avoiding my cock which was, unsurprisingly, slowly waking up. “From the start? Twenty years. But since I decided to get fully covered… I’ve been going every few weeks for the last year and a half. There’s some details left to fill in but I’m almost finished.” “Wow… Can… Can I feel one?” “Of course.” He was clearly conflicted, but the twitch in his cock when he asked, and again when I agreed gave him away. When he didn’t move, I moved forward and knelt in front of him, taking his hand (the one not trying to cover his growing erection) and moving it to my chest. He pulled away briefly when he made contact, then raised his hand again and traced over some the lines. “I thought they’d be like… I dunno… Scars…?” he stroked more of my chest until his hand was flat against my skin. “Well, I’ve got a couple like that, but it’s a different technique. They cut the design into your skin and rub the pigment in. That DOES hurt. But mostly it’s needles which don’t really hurt at all.” I turned to show him the two welted designs on my shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers over them. Both hands, this time. When I turned back to him, he carried on feeling my chest and arms with both hands and I could clearly see his almost fully hard cock standing proud. There was a glistening pool of precum in the well made by his foreskin. For my part, I was losing the fight with my own hard-on as his hands traced the tattoos down my belly. “Shit! You’ve got tattoos on your willy… And what’s that…?” he was staring at the metal ball visible where my foreskin opened. I was wearing my PA-keeper – a short curved bar with a ball just on the slit and one still hidden by my foreskin where the piercing came out next to my frenum. “It’s a piercing called a Prince Albert.” You can touch it, if you want. He stared for a while before slowly reaching with an index finger. My cock twitched when he finally touched the metal and he flinched away, sitting back hard on the beanbag. I thought for a moment, then said, “Can I touch you?” He looked at me askance so I continued, “You’ve been feeling my chest… Do you mind if I feel yours? You’ve been working so hard on your muscle definition.” That definitely seemed to shift his thoughts and he relaxed, smiling and nodding at me. I reached out with one hand and stroked his developing pectorals and abdominals, ignoring the fact his cock brushed on the back of my hand. “Keep your routine up and you’re going to have a great body.” I withdrew and sat back, but still on the floor in front of him. I reached behind and relit the joint from the ashtray, taking a deep draw and idly letting the exhaled smoke drift in his direction. “Mum would go through the roof if she knew I was here.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her. Look, anything you say or do here is just between us. I don’t judge, or tell people how to act. Be yourself, or who you want to be, I don’t care.” I drained my coke and dropped the spliff in the ashtray before heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cans of beer, Dan was gingerly puffing on the smoke, coughing a little but not too much and as soon as he saw me, he threw it in the ashtray. I offered him the beer saying with a smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” We sat in silence while I finished the spliff and he sipped slowly at his beer. He’d either forgotten about his erection, or simply given up trying to hide. I never make an effort to hide mine, and he could hardly keep his eyes off it. “What is the tattoo on your willy?” I couldn’t help laughing, and he coloured almost beetroot. “Sorry… I haven’t heard it called a willy since I was a kid.” “Wha… What should I call it?” “Whatever you like. I say ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, or any number of other names. But why don’t you take a closer look and see what the design is for yourself…” The pool of precum overflowed his foreskin as he leant forward. The little bit of spliff and beer had clearly softened his inhibitions as he reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. “Are they tadpoles?” I grinned at that – there’s a stream of tattooed sperm flowing over my scrotum and up the length of my cock. “Well, not really. They’re sperm, but they look similar in a tattoo.” He had his fingers around my shaft so I figured I could touch him and reached down to scoop up the leaking precum. He didn’t seem to notice, he was fixated on my cock and its tattoos. He suddenly looked up at me, pinning my gaze with those eyes of his, “I… Errmm… I never touched another man’s willy… Uh... Cock… Before… I only touch mine to wee… But sometimes I wake up all wet…” He looked seriously worried and embarrassed and it seemed like he was crying when he dropped his head. I lifted his head and drew him close into a hug. He threw his arms around me and held tight, shaking as he sobbed into my shoulder. I just held him – he was having some kind of revelation, and I reckon I knew exactly what it was.
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First attempt at a story. Be kind ✨️ Day 1 I've always been the most confident guy I know. I was lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family, great genes, and by the time I'd hit my early 20's, I had a nice apartment in Central London paid for by my parents, a strong muscular physique, and luckily nature had given me a great 8" thick uncut cock. I thought the world owed me something, and I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. Girls wanted me, guys wanted me, and I knew it. I'd been getting letters from the local courts about something to do with unpaid parking fines, but I wasn't bothered, Dad and his lawyers would sort it out, because that's what happens normally, until one day, I'm on the peloton at home and there's a knock on the door. So, I did what I always do, took my shirt off to answer the door, and man I was glad I did, standing there in nothing but my 3.5" length Canterbury Rugby shorts,in front of the hottest policeman alive I immediately put my hand to my bulge, expecting the usual raised eyebrow, all I got was "Thomas Evans, you are under arrest for failure to attend a court appointed hearing". Next thing I know, I'm in the back of a squad car, handcuffed in nothing but my shorts, being whisked to the local cop shop, where I'm taken into custody and told that in my absence I've been sentenced to seven days in prison, for failure to attend a court hearing. Within what seems like minutes, I'm stripped, hosed down and given a grey t-shirt and blue shorts, and chucked onto a disgusting square cell, and just when I think life couldn't get worse, I spot it. A second bed. My mind is scrambled and I can't think, but it isn't long before I have company. In he walks, I think I have a grest physique, but this guy is just over 6 foot of solid muscle, and there is no discernible skin, just head to toe tattoo's. As the cell door closes, he turns to the guard and says " Thanks bud, I needed a new toy, I broke tha last one", to which the guard laughed and says, "don't forget we'll all want a go, when you've broken him in". At this point ,my head is fucked. My new friend sits down, lights a cigarette, and looks at me. "Pretty" is all he says, followed by "this will be a fun project, so strip faggot". Nobody speaks to me like that. Nobody. I ball my fists, and he rises to meet me, and it's clear, I wouldn't win . "Strip, faggot" he repeats "and make it fun for me". I don't know what came over me, but I start to put on a show for this beast, touching myself, stripping and gyrating on his lap. He starts to rub his cock and pulls it out. I'm big, but he is fucking huge. His cock, like the rest of him is fully tattooed, I can't make it out, but it looks like a snake of some sort, maybe a Cobra? I'm now naked, he has his mighty tattooed cock in his hand, and he just says three words. "Suck it, faggot". In any other world, I would have been angry beyond words, but I went down on him like a starving man at a free buffet. I couldn't get enough of that massive tattooed cock in my mouth. I licked up and down it, throated it, bathed his piss slit with my tongue, nursed his massive tattooed balls, and prayed to the hesvens I'd get his cum in my mouth, I even started to beg. "Please let me eat your cum Sir, I need it so bad". I'd changed from a cocky stud to faggot cocksucker in 15 minutes. "Bitch ,you're getting my load, but up your cunt, not down your throat, my snake needs to spit his poison, and make it count". I'm not stupid, I knew immediately, what was meant, so I took his cock out of my mouth, turned around, spread my muscled cheeks, looked over my shoulder and said "fucking do it, dump that fucking aids seed in me, knock me up and make me your aids faggot whore". He didn't need asking twice, still just with his glorious cock just sticking out of his fly, he jammed it in me. No mercy, the only lube on his cock still my spit. I've never experienced pain and pleasure like it. We were screaming at each other" fucking rape me ", "take the aids load you dirty whore", I don't know how long it lasted, but it was heaven. My cock was bouncing around as he mercilessly screwed me, my head lolling side to side, like a jack in the box whole I begged him to plant his poison in me. It was something I'd never thought about before, but now never needed more. And then it happened, I felt every thrust ,every pump, as he pumped me full of his toxic load, and even before he had finished I was thanking him. After he was sure, every drop of his precious poz cum was safely in my guts, he pulled out, "fuck faggot, you bled alot, that'll help my strain take hold, now lick my dick clean". I was on it immediately, thanking him, begging for more when he knocked on the door, and called the guard. I started to scramble to my feet, but my pozzer told me to stay put and keep nursing his cock. The guard arrived and asked how things were going, to which my tattooed devil replied, "tell the sponsor, he has been initiated, and did OK, the rest of the plan will progress tomorrow, he's no use to anyone right now, his cunt is so loose I could chuck a bowling ball up there and he wouldn't notice, let him have a rest, he'll need it for tomorrow's fun". I wax in a daze, what the fuck wax a sponsor, and more importantly, what was happening tomorrow? TBC
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I know what a biohazard tattoo means. And I know that a jack of spade tattoo means the guy likes black cock. what other kinds of tattoo sex symbols are there?
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Drew Dixon has to be the most-envied bottom cumslut after the massive load March fucks into him - piss lovers get a treat too - not a plug for RFC whoops - just what I jerked off to last night - and probably again until I find a Nigel March dildo - #MaximusGirthMarch -
I am serious thinking about another tattoo, I have 10 so far... What do you guys think if you meet or say a guys that had lettering across his low back above the pant-line that said "cumdump"?
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Wanna Be The Next Great Bareback Porn Star!
Brando-Sparks posted a topic in Bareback Porn Discussion
So This Is A Topic I’m Sure Is In The Minds Of A Lot Of Men On Here... “How Do I Become A Bareback Porn Star?” Well I’m sure if I had asked this question 10+ years ago when I was in my late 20’s and had that rockin’ body I would have had a much quicker response from any of the porn studios! Well here I am 40 with much more experience and a lot more bareback porn studios to choose from. I still feel like I have what it takes to hang with the “big boys” (Yes Pun Intended)! So my question still stands how do I jump into the world of bareback porn especially with the huge advancement in digital media and online porn productions? I’m looking for anyone currently working in the industry, anyone with personal knowledge or anyone with suggestions, tips or tricks to propel me into my dream job! Now I have researched this quite a bit but still feel overwhelmed about where to start. One thing I did learn was picking a Porn Name to go by. Your name should have a first and last name, be easy to spell so it rolls off the tongue and makes it easier to come up in search engines. Now I’m Italian being named after my great grandfather Giuseppe Busia. I wanted to stay with my heritage. Now Guys this is nothing to take lightly it took me a few weeks to actually decide on the right name for myself. I did a lot of research into Italian names and their meanings and after a lot of deliberation with friends I had finally picked what I think is perfect for me and my attitude! You are now looking at Brando Sparks ⚡️ Brando means “sword, fiery torch, beacon” I felt this was perfect for myself, my place and conquering the first step in to my porn career. Im looking forward to hearing from all of you and I hope this forum will be able to help anyone else with the cravings to become the next great Bareback Porn Star 💫 Brando Sparks ⚡️ -
This is my first ever attempt at writing. I hope I've set the stage for more. If you like it please let me know. It all started 12 years ago. I met Him online in one of those chat sites called IRC. We messaged each other quite regularly for 10 years moving around to various cruising websites and apps. Him calling me a fag and telling me everything He would do to me. I was instructed to call Him BEAST. BEAST is 5'7" of solid tattooed muscle who smokes cigars and chews tobacco. He is always in leather and on the prowl for new recruits. His cock is 10 inches and fat. He has a 00 gauge PA, a frenum that encircles His head, and a ladder made up of 12 more barbells. I am 6'1", shaved head, tattooed, pierced, with a stocky build. I often get mistaken for a top but I'm a pig bottom. I've been with my partner for more than 20 years. We were monogamous for the first 16 years of our relationship. When we decided to open our relationship to others, we agreed to go on PrEP. We both know I'm a cumpig and I wasn't going to get fucked with a rubber. I let BEAST know we had opened our relationship and He said that didn't surprise Him. That fags like me need to be used regularly. BEAST had me start repeating to myself "my holes belong to men...they are there for their pleasure" everynight 50 times before I went to sleep. A few months later, I had to go out of town for business. I messaged BEAST to let Him know I would be in His state...hoping He would come use me. I didn't know if He would or what would happen. Three days after I messaged Him, I got a message. He instructed me to book a room at a seedy dive on the south of town. So, I went online to find this place and the rooms were only $39 a night. This place was there for one reason...people to get laid. As the trip got closer, BEAST sent me instructions. I was to buy a jock and wear it every day for two weeks. When I pissed, it was to go through the jock. I was told to cum every day into the jock. I was to buy a chalice and find a ritual for U/us to recite.
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I’m very much looking forward to the day I learn I’ve finally been knocked up by some bloke’s seed. I love the idea of he and I deliberately deciding to merge our bloodlines, our DNA. Hence my preference to know whose DNA is inside me for the res of my life. And, while I don’t believe in stealthing guys (I don’t judge those who do...or want to like my boyfriend (yes, we’ve decided to start describing ourselves as “boyfriends”. Tard surprised me recently by saying that to someone we both know well...and I must admit, his reaction when he saw I was a little embarrassed was another perfect example of why I’m falling for the bloke...we ended up making love in the backyard of his ex-girlfriend’s sister’s house...with numerous people he’s known for years who think of him as 100% straight watching him pull me inside him; it obviously turned him on hugely to have mates from his childhood seeing him enjoying getting fucked...but I digress). But I’m also looking forward to getting at least two biohazard tattoos probably three; one situate on my cock; one decorating my arsehole (possibly) and a larger one on my chest or lower torso. The designs I’ve seen that’ll form the basis for the designs thus far are below. I’ll add to these as I see them. Ideally, I’m a fan of 3D tattoos and tattoos that seem to be emerging from under the skin. While the tatts on my dick andut are intended to be unmistakably biohazard in nature, the larger one on my chest/torso/arm is to be sufficiently stylised so its nature won’t be immediately obvious unless you are really staring at it. The more subtle the underlying message, the more likely it’ll be situate on my forearm in full public view. It’s likely to be a scorpion for that reason with a biohazard symbol worked into the design somehow; perhaps with the use of UV ink to enhance its prominence in the dark. When I told Tard that I’d love a pre-pozzing biohazard tattoo, say a partial biohazard symbol emerging from under the skin, he fell in love with the idea and I’m giving it to him as his birthday present. It’s likely to become the key visual image of his escorting ads to emphasise he’s available to bottom to poz men. After he converts, it’ll signify that he’s available to breed neg guys too (after he converts me...if I don’t get pozzed before him of course. Tard hasn’t shown me the design yet but I know he’s taken the notion of a biohazard symbol bursting from under the skin with bone, etc exposed around it. (If any Australians would recommend a good tattooist who’s good for, and okay with, gay themed tatts, I’d appreciate you letting me know. Melbourne preferably but I’ll happily send Tard interstate (or even further) for the right artist.
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Bear with me, now. I have been aware of the existence of anal tattoos for a while, but have not given them proper consideration, as in, actual concentrated contemplation, before now. But seeing a picture of a person's ass with octopus tentacles seeming to explode from the central orifice begged a question, and, with a minimum of Googleinvestigation, hey presto! - Yep, all the way to the center. A Google image search on certain topics is not for the faint hearted. You never know just what you're going to get. What I did discover from a cursory... inspection... is that anal tattoos appear to be predominantly a female thing, but somehow I question whether this is actually true. There were male examples. Most common were butterflies and stars (including starfish) as well as sunbursts (of a sort) and tribal-ish treatments, as well as text messages of various descriptions, largely along the lines of "<insert cock here>". Not all, however, were so inviting. One example: a ring of barbed wire, which would make one think twice. A spiderweb, complete with realistic-looking spider facing inward. An actual spider. A very realistic-looking starfish (for those into fucking sea life) and oh, yes, an octopus. The correct plural of which, for your information, is octopodes, but if you have fucked more than one ass with an octopus for an anal tattoo, you have earned the right to call them what you want as far as I'm concerned. Not all text messages are welcoming either. One said simply, "Let it be." Another was a plainly instructional "Spit First". Male anal tattoos tended to be more star or burst-like, or tribal, with angular or graphical forms. One had his hole surrounded with what appeared to be target sight from a ranged weapon (perhaps, suggestively, a missile launcher). I did not find any with animal renderings, although I did see one with ornate flower petals.* Explain, please: Why? Why does anyone do this? I am tatt-less, a tabula rasa, so to speak, not because I fear the pain of the needle (a former master immensely enjoyed skewering both my testicles with long needles one day) but because I hesitate when I think of confronting my 80-year-old inked self and trying to explain why I though it was a good idea. Trying to explain why getting a tattoo around my anus seems like a bridge too far. Because I've never been under the tattooist's needle, I can't empathize with the pain of getting a tattoo there, but given that being rimmed instantly has the desirable effect of turning me into a mindless slut, I can only think that the opposite sort of treatment would have an effect as potently undesirable. Yet people find reason to endure it. How common is this in men? How many bottoms have taken this leap? What have they chosen for their design? Tops, do you find this a turn-on or not? I don't really understand why anyone would think to do this in the first place, but what really scares me is that I'm almost afraid that, for the right man, I could be talked into it. Nothing ostentatious, mind you, no octopodes. Something tasteful. Is that possible? Is "tasteful anal tattoo" an oxymoron? Your thoughts? *In Japan, the chrysanthemum is associated with the anus because of the visual similarity of the blossom, an a "chrysanthemum tryst" meant gay anal sex. It's the centerpiece of the Japanese Imperial flag. Just sayin'.
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I had just finished my work out at the gym that is meant for only men so I decided to hit up the shower, when I got to the shower I saw 2 sexy guys making out. They were both white guys, they were built big and beefy, they had perfect worked out tan asses and bodies that were so beautiful they were nice and strong and each had a beard that wasn't to long, one of them had a septum piercing and each had a decent amount of tattoos. As soon as I saw them making out I got an instant hard on so I approached them and decided to join in. I got down onto my knees and grabbed both dicks, each dick was at least 9 inches and I couldn't wrap a full hand around them. When I got a closer look each dick had the sexiest piercings I saw along with there nipples and belly buttons. I started choking down on the man with the septum ring as he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, while I was stroking the other cock. Then I changed cocks and started jamming it in my throat this cock had a tattoo around the base. At this point we went to the locker room where they pulled out a bag of cocaine and started lining it on there hard cocks as I bucked the rails and started to feel a horny cock obsession rush, I just wanted them inside me at that point. Then the man with the septum piercing snorted some blow ouy of my ass hole as the other man fed me his delicious fucl hole at wich point I noticed his Gouch was pierced. After the man with the septum piercing took his bugger candy the other man took his turn snorting it off my asshole which right after he started eating and tongue fucking my booty hole I was moaning in pleasure. Each of us were fueld up and ready to fuck so we took the party to the steam room. In the steam room the men started wrecking me on a cocaine fueled Rage and I was loving every bit of it. I could feel every pulsing inch in my ass and it was like ecsyacy as the other man fucked my mouth and pissed down my throat. Then they swapped spots right after we each bucked some more lines off each other's cocks. They made me there little cock whore for hours as they double penetrated me and bathed me in there piss. The steam room made us even sweatier and hotter as out buddies rubbed against each other. At the end they each breeded me with there man spunk which the man with septum sucked out of my ravaged ass hole and spit it into my mouth as we made out and swapped piss and cum. These gods made me there fuck servant and now there My masters every week.
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So I'm planning to visit a bathhouse, but before I go I want to add a temporary tattoo of an arrow pointing down just above the cleft of my ass. I want everyone to know I'm a bottom and looking to get fucked, and a tattoo in that spot should get some attention. Plus it will add an element of sluttiness and sleaze that turns me on. Thoughts? Will it help?
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Hey guys So I really want some tats and maybe pierc. What do you have? What can you recommend? A biohazard tat will be one of them, but want more... Share pics of you or others that you think are hot!
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At age 50, I'm tattoo- and piercing-free. I have an appointment next week to get my nipples pierced. Next up is one or more tattoos. I want something that says "I'm a cum slut, I'm a submissive bottom, and if you're poz and toxic and I want your load.". I've thought about getting a biohazard or plus-sign tat but that's misleading 'cause I'm not poz. Any suggestions (other than a billboard on my ass) that will convey the right message?
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I'm in something of a quandary. I find that I enjoy lots of bareback and fetish porn, but my dislike of tattoos keeps me from watching what I'd like. I keep looking at the ads that come in the spam and seeing great looking porn studs except for all those tats. How does one find tattoo-free kink video? (Yes, I know I'm probably out-of-touch or something, but we all have our likes and dislikes. One jack-off fantasy I had was about winning the lottery and backing the production of a tattoo-free video starring some of the Bel Ami boys!)
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What do you guys think about a guy having a tramp stamp tattoo or tattoos on his his butt? Is it hot.....or not....would u get it or not or would u just prefer it for the other guy?
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I've never gotten a tattoo 'cause I couldn't imagine one that would look good on me. I mean I think tattoos look great on thin and muscular guys, but not sure I like them so well on guys with my body type. Here's a pic of my body from last year anyone want to suggest a tattoo that would look good on me? I should mention I think tattoos look best when they've got a design to them. I really don't like random tattoos on random parts of the body. If I had to get one now I'd probably say something on my shoulder or maybe an entire "sleeve" tattoo (though that would take a fair amount of commitment). Oh, the other reason why I don't get a tattoo is 'cause I hate needles... At least with piercings the needle part is over quickly.
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Hey guys. I'm desperate to get a biohazard tat, to get those cute neg bottoms out there worked into a lather. I'm after a recommendation for a tattoo place in London, where I live. Also wondering where the best place for it is - am currently thinking it'd be best on my arse: i'm pretty hairy on my chest and above my cock, so that's a no-go. When being filmed fucking it'd be pretty cool to see it on my butt as it's pumping back and forth, hehe. Whaddya think?
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Got home after dinner last night and had a couple messages on my yahoo from a Marine. Says he's married and works at the base in town. His wife is gone this weekend and he hasn't been fucked in over 5 months. He is calling me papi and begging for a fuck. He is still online and I get a pic out of him and his location. He says he's naked in the living room, waiting for me. I tell him I don't have any condoms or lube handy. He replied I won't need any. He wants to feel my skin and feel my load deep inside him. He is Latino, stocky like a good Marine. Tats on both shoulders, and lower back, with a bubble ass that sure looks inviting. So I make the decision - which wasn't tough. I drove over to his apartment and sure enough, when I get there the front door was closed, but unlocked, as he had told me to expect. Walking into the apartment he greeted me – nude! That ass is the first thing that sunk into my brain, and apparently he truly was desperate for some cock. He doesn't wait and starts right in pulling my zipper down and pulls out my tool, sucking me hard. As soon as it is stiff and wet to his liking he turns around and sinks himself right back onto my dick. FUCK! No lube needed was right. His hole is hot and wet and he backed right on without pausing. He starts right in begging for me to fuck him, calling me papi. I start slapping his ass as I am fucking it. I want to see it nice and pink before I leave. He loves it, squirming around on my dick. He takes it standing, on his knees and finally on his back of the living room floor. It is that position I could see his eyes, so I can start really pounding. I worked him over that way for several minutes and he starts asking for it. Begging me to seed him with my load. It was fucking HOT. I couldn't hold it back then. I just stared into his eyes as I buried it as deep as I could get it and unloaded my bug seed inside him. He was groaning and shooting his little cock, squeezing my dick sooo nice. I collapsed on top of him and we lay there for awhile. When I pulled out I could see my seed hanging from my cock and he did also. As I stood up he immediately grabbed my cock and licked it clean and thanked me. FUCK it was nice. I left him there laying on the floor and headed back home knowing I had possibly pozzed more than him, but maybe got the wife too.
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pig seeking other P/pigs for arse us, abuse and edge play. limits broken and guys with metal and ink go to front of the queue.
