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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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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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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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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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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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I live in an area of Florida where its very hard to get a good ANON hook-up. Am I the only one that is missing Craigslist. I use to get laid all the time. Anyone in or around the Tampa area want to talk about this
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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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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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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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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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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. -
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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Who wants to use my holes? I wait blindfolded naked on my knees. Host in SE1. Ask for address
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Second Time Blindfolded, First time Poppers, First time Raw
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This is a story from 10 years ago when I first started playing around with bareback fucking and anonymous encounters. I remember the first time I watched a man get fucked by someone he couldn't see. I was 18 years old and home for the weekend from my first year in University. Internet was barely into the highspeed era and most of my porn experiences involved watching bootlegs hidden away in my father's workshop cupboards, making sure I rewinded the VHS tapes to exactly where they had been previously stopped, so no one would ever know I had watched some shitty heterosexual porn. However, sometime during my first year of University, I discovered Treasure Island Media over the glorious new highspeed internet my parents had recently installed in the family home. I discovered the film, What I Can't See. Since then, I have been hooked on the idea of anonymous encounters and using blindfolds. I often fantasized about being used by people I couldn't see, but still hadn't worked up the nerve to do it. I mostly got drunk, chatted with guys, watched bareback porn, and jerked off. Years later, I had moved to another province for school. I had played around with blindfolds, letting other guys suck me off anonymously. I found it really hot, but I had yet to done the blindfold myself. I also always used condoms. In moving to a new province, I sort of felt like I could be whoever I wanted. I had moved to a city, where I didn't know very many people, and where I also had few restrictions on who I thought I should be. Before this story, I had one other encounter with a blindfold. I had been home by myself in a four person apartment. It was just before the Christmas holidays and a dominant beefy torso dude on Grindr had admonished me enough for teasing him and being afraid to do it, so I finally invited him over. Cut forward to 5 months later, I had moved into a new apartment across the other end of the city. In the previous apartment I was rarely alone. This was also before I had started partying, and also before I had ever experienced poppers. My new apartment was a basement apartment tucked in down behind a large older home where no one lived. My new roommate was living in another province for at least 3 months, so I had the entire place to myself. This was to be the pivotal point where I decided to become a slut. I had also recently began bartending an establishment where everyone partied. My life was a cliche. I was a young queer guy living in a new city, drinking too much, doing too many drugs, and hooking up with too many strangers. One Sunday morning I was incredibly horny and hungover. It was pretty early in the morning, only having half slept after a night of work and partying. I had come home intending to hook up, but got distracted and before I knew it, the sun was coming out. I laid around in bed in my empty apartment while cruising manhunt and half-heartedly looking for fun. I assumed I just wanted to get sucked off. One person messaged me who had chatted with me before named BoredHard68 His picture was just of him in his underwear, a small red speedo. He was older than most of the guys I would normally consider myself being into, but I was okay with hooking up with older guys when I just wanted to get sucked off. They were usually better at it. So I laid in bed, played with my 6in uncut cock for a few hours, and chatted away. After chatting with him for a bit, I told him I had been jerking and that I just wanted to get sucked off. I didn't realize how much more I was in store for. BoredHard68: "You ever play with blindfolds?" It was the question I didn't know I needed to be asked. Me: "Yeh, a few times before. I'd love to get sucked off. I have been sucked off with guys being blindfolded." BoredHard68: "Hot. You ever wear one?" I gave him a few details, but I didn't want him to know my deepest desires, though I realize now, he might have already known. In looking back, I see now how he had more of a plan than I knew. After a few more back and forths, we agreed he would come over, except I would wear the blindfold and he would suck me off. BoredHard68: "Lay in bed naked and wear a blindfold. I'll come into your place and find you, suck you off, and leave. Cool?" I gave him my address. I was already in bed naked, jerking and watching porn, but I grabbed a bandana from my dresser drawer, tied it around my neck, and waited. He was 10 minutes away. He didn't have anyway of telling me he was here, so I watched the time and the window. My bedroom was at the front of house, with a small basement window in the front and a larger window on the side. I could easily see through half open blinds someone walking down the walkway, I would also see there body move past the window to the left of my bed. I waited, but not long before I saw a car park outside the house. I closed the blinds to the front and jumped into bed. I kept the blindfold just above my eyes as I waited to see if I would see a shadow of a man passing by my side window. I did. I slid on the blindfold, pulled back the blankets, and waited. I heard a gentle knock at the door, then the creak of the hinges as it opened. I heard footsteps and then silence. The blindfold was pretty effective, but I had folded it too tightly and every now and then a little light would sneak past and give me a small glimpse of my surroundings. I heard softer footsteps now, headed towards my room. I was the furthest away from the entrance to the house, but I gave him instructions and I told him there was no one in this apartment or the house above. I heard the door to my room open. I could hear him breathing and the sound of him removing his clothes. A few seconds later I felt him crawl onto the bed. I laid there motionless, afraid to even tough my cock. I felt him lift up the covers and then move close to my body. His hard dick was poking my side, his rough hands started to feel my body, including my cock. He stroked me while he licked my right nipple. I groaned. He groaned back, but stayed fairly silent. I decided to be brave and touch him a bit. My hands reached out to feel his body. He seemed fairly average, except that he was completely hairless. His body felt smooth with occasionally a little stubble popping up here and there. I moved my hands up his body to his chest, to his neck, and then to his head. He was also shaved bald. As I touched him he made more sounds, seeming to appreciate the touch. He finally spoke. His gruff voice surprised me. His words almost sounded like a growl. BoredHard68: "You ever try poppers?" Up until this point I had not. I was into some hard drugs, mostly experimenting with friends at this point, but poppers seemed so outside my comfort zone for some reason. I fantasized about this, I was definitely curious, but being blindfolded with a stranger seemed like a terrible time to try something new. I told him I hadn't tried them. He replied, "Do you mind if I use them? They turn me on so much." I agreed and with that he got up from the bed. He returned a few seconds later, but this time he crawled under the sheets and blankets from the foot of the bed. When he was hovering over my groin, I heard the sound of glass and plastic as he opened what I assumed to be the bottle of poppers. He took a deep breath in. BoredHard68: "Oh fuck man. Im so horny. Can you hold these. Im gonna suck your cock. Try them if you want to, no pressure though." He placed the bottle in my right hand, started rubbing my chest and stomach, and then put his mouth over my cock. I gasped. It was so warm and wet. The blindfold made me feel my other sensations more acutely. As he worked his way up and down my dick, I used my other hand to hold his bald head. Something about his head and his hairless body turned me on so much. Everything felt so primal. At this point, I had played around with a few guys, but I often had a hard time cumming, even if from a blowjob. I was really sensitive and most guys, especially younger guys, were too aggressive in their approach, treating my cock too roughly. This guy though, this guy was doing it all so perfectly. He seemed so turned on. He kept sucking me for a few minutes. His body was away from mine, except for his head and hands hovering around my crotch, making slick wet sounds and movements on my dick. He pulled off for a moment and I appreciated the break. I didn't want to cum too quickly. He repositioned himself, moving his body close to mine, and in doing so, his legs came up under mine, throwing the blankets back exposing him and myself. His hand went to my right hand. As he leaned forward over my body, I could feel his dick resting on my balls. He was rock hard. BoredHard68: "I am going to use more poppers." Feeling his cock against my balls really turned me on. I reached out to touch his head, but he was a little to far away and only my finger tips could reach. He shifted even closer so that I could reach him. As he did, his cock fell down past my balls and landed at my taint. He took a deep huff of poppers. "Oh fuck man. Im so hard and turned on. Your dick is so delicious. Are you going to cum in my mouth?" My hand was still on his head and I just couldn't stop touching his hot shaved head. For some reason, it is the memory that sticks out the most. As I scratched his head, I could feel his hips start to push a bit. He was grinding his dick just ever so slightly against my taint. I was reeling. Between slight gasps, I responded. Me: "Yeh. I want to cum in your mouth." BoredHard68: "You should really try these poppers man. They will make your orgasm so much more intense." Before I could really say anything, he reached forward with the open bottle. With his free hand he grabbed my face, putting most of his hand under my jaw, using his thumb to reach up and close off my left nostril. The bottle was under my nose. I froze, not sure what I should do. I didn't think about not breathing, I just sort of stopped moving, but I was still gasping slightly. However, as his hand was on my lower jaw, my mouth was closed and only my nose could get any oxygen. I had to breathe. As I did, I could smell the fumes. He was leaning over my body slightly and I could feel his cock against my taint, pushing against me. I took in a breath as he held me and the bottle. My left hand still on his head. I paused on my inhalation, still not sure what I was doing, or even if I wanted to, but I could feel the change. I was hungover and coming down from the party that went late into the night, so my brain was primed for the poppers. My blood starting pumping and it felt like I could feel my pulse in my brain. There was a washing sound of pressure throughout my brain and my body startled to tingle. I was horny before, but suddenly I felt ravenous. Suddenly, I felt overcome with raw energy. I just wanted to fuck, be fucked, and consume and be consumed. BoredHard68: "Good, Yeh man. Feels great eh. Take another hit." I breathed deeply again. As I did, my eyes opened a bit and I could see a bit of light escaping below the bottom of the bandana. Through this small bit of light, I could see some of the scene. In it, my legs were pushed up and over his legs, his hairless torso was at my crotch. I could see my dick and his stomach beyond that. I could feel his cock against the inside of my legs and the space between my balls and my hole. The second breath hit harder than the first. I closed my eyes when I could make out part of his chin. I didn't want to see his face, I didn't want to see anymore. I just wanted to cum. He switched his hand to the other side of my face and switched nostrils. He told me to take more. As he did, I could feel his body pushing into mine even more. His cock kept slipping further and further down and now it was right at the edge of my asshole. I had only ever been fucked a few times, mostly with boyfriends, and always with a condom. Suddenly, here I was hornier than I had ever been before, with a strange man feeding me huffs of poppers, with his hot raw dick at my asshole, while I was blindfolded and in my own bed. I felt like trash but I couldn't stop myself. My right hand reached out and grabbed his ass and I pulled him closer as I shifted myself down the bed slightly. His cock pushed into my hole. We both paused. I took another deep breath of poppers and I was flying. He pulled the poppers away from my face and I groaned as I pulled my hands back away from him and up by my head. He closed the bottle of poppers and placed them in my hand. BoredHard68: "Have at them dude. You like them. You want me to suck you?" I pushed into his body with mine and groaned. BoredHard68: "You like that? Im just gonna jerk you a bit first k?" I groaned some more. I heard him spit and rub his hands. One of them went to my dick, making it nice and slick, while the other went to his. He moaned, "fuck this is hot" as he stroked his dick against my hole. I opened the bottle of poppers and brought them to my nose again. I had never tried poppers, and now, I was naked with a strange man as his raw dick pushed against my hole and I didn't want to stop him. Things has escalated beyond what I had planned for, but the poppers and desperation took over. He had placed both of his hands on my dick and balls now while I used the poppers and his dick found my hole again. He kept talking about sucking me off. "You going to shoot a big load in my mouth?" I could only groan and mutter, "Yeh," as he talked. He kept slightly grinding away as I huffed and he jerked me off. As he talked, he kept mentioning sucking me off, but he jerked me and progressively pushed harder into my hole. It had gone from a slight tease, to the beginning of penetration. I wanted it. I suddenly recalled Treasure Island Media and the videos of sluts being fucked bareback while blindfolded. I felt like I was going to cum. He seemed like he could sense me building up and he pulled his hands away from my dick, propping himself up and over me, pushing my legs further up and back towards my body. As he did, his dick entered my hole. I gasped. We both paused. I took another hit of poppers. BoredHard68: "This okay? Im just going to tease you a bit then Ill suck you off okay? Just keep hitting those poppers." I did as I was told and we kept on pretending that he was just teasing. At this point, he was fucking me. His dick didn't feel big nor did it hurt. It felt amazing and it was truly the first time I had ever been fucked bareback. The poppers were too much and I started to feel completely lost. I had breathed in more than I could handle and my mind was in another place. I could only feel his dick in my ass and the poppers in my hand. BoredHard68: "I don't want to cum okay? I just want you to blow in my mouth." He said this, but he kept fucking. It wasn't a furious pace. It really didn't feel like fucking at all. Just a slow in and out. It was so slow it was barely noticeable. It just felt amazing and wet. He reached back down to my dick and balls, grabbing both in one hand like a giant cock ring hold. He kept sliding in and out. I moved my head back to his head, then slid my hand down his body toward his dick. He was wet and I could feel his shaft as it slid in and out of my hole. I estimated he was about 7 inches. He felt uncut. I went back to his hot bald head. He kept slowing plowing in and out, I started hitting the poppers again. As I did I could feel myself start to tighten and loosen around his dick. He was just breathing funny at this point. BoredHard68: "Okay, we should... stop. I don't want to cum. We should be using a condom if we want to fuck. Do you have any? I didn't bring any." I barely responded, just moaned and sort of said, "no", before grinding myself up and down slightly on the bed as he pushed in and out of my hole as I kept huffing the poppers. He didn't stop nor change his rhythm. Just kept slightly pushing and pulling, in and out, as he held my dick. He grabbed the bottle of poppers from my nose and I could hear him take a few big hits. BoredHard68: "Oh fuck yeh. Jesus, this is so hot. Im gonna swallow you so hard". He kept talking about sucking me off, which was enough of a distraction to keep me from realizing truly, what was happening. Even though I was high on poppers and loving his dick, I suddenly realized what was happening and the fear kicked in. I was enjoying it, but I knew it had to stop. Me: "Oh man yeh, suck me off please. I really want to cum in your mouth." BoredHard68: "Okay... Ill stop teasing you and suck you off. Next time I fuck you. Have some more poppers first before you cum." He didn't stop doing what he was doing, he just moved the poppers back to my face, and held my jaw again. He kept slightly pumping in and out. BoredHard68: "Yeh, breathe deep, and then fill my mouth." He picked up his pace a little bit, but barely enough to notice. He was growling a bit now, still holding the poppers in my face. I kept breathing in the poppers. Suddenly, he stopped and growled. "Okay, time for you to you cum, then I gotta go" He pulled out slightly, but his cock was still against my hole. He leaned down and put his mouth around my cock while he jerked me off, taking the poppers back and using his hands on my dick. The feeling of his dick against my hole sent me over the edge. Everything felt so wet and warm. My brain was flooded, my ass felt wet, and his mouth felt like heaven. I didn't last long. As he jerked me and sucked me I started to cum. It was a really intense orgasm and I could feel volley and volley of cum shoot down his mouth. One of his free hands went to my hole and I felt him insert a finger as I came. Everything was too much. He just moaned and growled as I filled his mouth and he fingered my hole. When I finished, he got up from the bed. The realization of what had just happened hit me. I felt a deep sense of guilt and shame, knowing he had been inside me. He wasn't just teasing me. I am glad he pulled out and finished me off though. I wasn't so sure I would have been able to stop him if he had continued. I asked, "Oh man. That was too much. We should have used a condom. Are you clean?" BoredHard68: "Yeh man. Im clean. Don't worry, I was only teasing your hole. I didn't even really fuck you." I felt powerless, so I just muttered "Okay" and then rolled over and buried my head in the pillows. I could hear him dressing. My ass was up and exposed to him now. A few seconds later, I felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart. BoaredHard68: "Fuck man, that is a beautiful ass." I felt something hit the bed a few inches from my face. "Here, you can keep the poppers. I have plenty more." With that he slapped my ass and walked out my room and out of my apartment. I waited a few seconds, but before he was even out of the house I grabbed the poppers, pulled off the blindfold, and opened the bottle and took another hit. I got hard again instantly. I heard the door open and close and he was gone. I watched his shadow go by one of my bedroom windows as I reached down to my cock. I was face down on the bed now and when I reached to my cock, I could feel wetness on my balls. As I took the poppers I used my free hand to reach up and around to my hole. It was soaked. I slid a finger in and my entire hole felt flooded. I knew he had used some spit to lube up his cock, but this was way too much. I looked back and pulled my hand up. On my fingers was cum. He had shot his load in my ass while I was poppered up and out of my mind. About half an hour later I logged back onto Manhunt to send him a message about him cumming in my ass without asking or without telling, but his profile was gone. He blocked me. This was the day I turned into a cock slut. -
look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"
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Part 1 This is the story about the time I went to Sacramento, California for a work meeting, and had the time of my life! My name is Ricky, I am from Washington (State) and was working for a major healthcare provider, 24 years old, 5’10, 160 pounds, fit build, 6.5 uncut and just thankful and happy to have a secure stable job in high demand. I had also been parTying on occasion since I was 22 and loved it, but kept it discreet and rare. So in June, I was told I needed to fly down to Sacramento for a 3-day training. I was excited to go! I had never been to California and was looking forward to it! While I made my travel arrangements, I had the thought I should take a few extra days off and stay there. Explore and see what kinda trouble I could get into. The company allowed us to take extra time, I’ll I’d need to do was pay for the room for a few days, the flight was all paid for by them! With that I made my flight arrangements, and paid for the extra nights in the hotel at a discounted rate! I needed a break from my boyfriend, taking care of my younger siblings (our mom passed away suddenly when I was 22 and I became instaparent) and just all the stress that living in Washington brings. I got my A4A, and BBRT account set up and was on the hunt to set up some encounters while I was there. That’s when I came across a profile on A4A which practically made me drop to the floor with lust! His name was Scott, he was 38, POZ, and parTyed! I shot him a message and asked if he’d be interested in meeting up. He replied immediately with “fuck yeah boy! I wanna breed that ass!” 🤤🤤 That sent a chill throughout my body and I swear I was in love! He was everything I never knew I always wanted! He had the most beautiful blue eyes, 6’2”, 200 pounds, dark blond hair, 9” cut cock and a muscular build! I replied back with “fuck yeah, I’ll do anything you want!” So we set up a time and place to meet. My work meeting was Monday morning through Wednesday afternoon so we agreed to meet at the Arden Mall Wednesday evening, just to make sure we liked each other in person. Everything was set and I was excited, but I also was feeling a slight hesitation. I am a very bad boyfriend when it comes to being faithful sexually. I had already cheated on my boyfriend so many times I lost count, and secretly parTyed. That was hard to do because he used to parTy before we met so he could identify it easily. For two years I had been able to keep it from him 😈 I had taken so many POZ and unknown loads before, mainly at Steamworks and Club Z in Seattle while spun but they were all undetectable (so they claimed), Scott was POZ and unmedicated. That turned me on so much, because low key I wanted to be part of the brotherhood but still had never converted. I quickly pushed the hesitation out of my mind and decided that I wanted Scott to be the one, to be my daddy! For the next few weeks we exchanged several messages a day, discussing what we were into, what we wanted to do together, and before I knew it I found myself catching feelings for him. my boyfriend and I only fucked a couple times a month, so to cover my tracks I seduced him on Sunday afternoon and we fucked (with a condom 🤮). Poor guy was uncomfortable fucking BB (did he know I was a cheating slut?) and insisted on wearing one. Once that was over I packed my bags and he took me to SeaTac for my evening flight. We get to the departure zone, and before I get out of the car he kisses me and tells me he loves me. I kiss him back and instinctively tell him I love him too. He’s a good guy, but so vanilla… A good, wholesome daytime boyfriend you could introduce your family, friends, and coworkers to. Little did he know I had a dark, sexually thirsty dark side I needed to explore and fulfill. I walk into the airport, check in at the Alaska Airlines counter, and go through security. As I go through the line, I catch the eye of the TSA agent who gives me this subtle grin. Maybe he saw the poppers in my bag as it went through screening. This man was probably about 30, 6’ a solid 220, deep blue eyes and jet black hair (my FAVORITE combination)… I hand him my ID and ticket, he looks it over and smiles at me. my heart melted! He hands them back to me along with a piece of paper. I quickly stuff them in my pocket, get through security and hop on the train to the D gates. Once I’m there I pull the piece of paper out of my pocket. On it there was his name, Martin, his phone number, and “You down for a pump n dump before your flight? Text me!” I am always down for a pump n dump! Before leaving home I had prepped myself just in case! I quickly texted him “fuck yeah where can we meet?!?!?!?” He replied with “Boy turn around, I saw the poppers when scanning your bag and I followed you hoping you’d message me! There’s a discreet handicapped bathroom with a locking door around the corner, meet me there” Sure enough, I turned around and there he was! We locked eyes and he gave a slight head motion to the right, turned around, and started to walk towards the handicapped bathroom. I felt like the vampires in twilight when it comes to their speed and quickly rushed to follow him! Around the discreet corner I met him. He grabbed my hand, led pulled me into the bathroom, and after we entered he put a sign on the door that said “out of order” and locked it behind us. Once inside he grabs my hands, pushes me up against the wall, and kisses me so deeply, so passionately! He said “boy, the moment I saw you in my line I got hard knowing I wanted to breed you, gift you with my seed… my POZ seed!” I almost melted and said “fuck yeah daddy, I want you to load me up and breed me!” As we’re passionately kissing, we pull each others clothes off and standing there, each wearing NP jocks. His was black, mine was red. Just above his throbbing 8” cock was the tattoo I had come to love, the biohazard symbol! I ruffle through my bad and pull out my poppers. He turns me around so I’m facing the wall, he gets down and eats my ass, practically tongue fucking my hungry, hairy hole. I take about 8 hits of poppers, 4 in each nostril and am begging him to breed me! He stands up, spits on his cock, and pushes it against my hole. “You want daddy’s POZ cock don’t you boy” he whispers into my ear. “Fuck yeah daddy, breed my NEG hole” I whisper back. “You on PrEP boy?” he asks? “No daddy, I want to join the brotherhood” I say. I take a few more hits of poppers and push back on his throbbing BB cock and he pushing forward into me. Suddenly I feel him slide in. My hole was already pre lubed with the hope I’d get fucked soon. He slides his 8” fat python cock into me balls deep. He holds it there for a moment and whispers into my ear “that’s daddy’s good boy, a nice lubed up slut ready to take my BB load!” His cock had just the right curve to where he was pushing up against my prostate and I start to drip PC like crazy! His right hand grabs me by the throat, his left hand pushing my back into the wall, he pulls almost all the way out, then rams his cock back in! I let out an indescribable moan of pleasure, and he starts fucking me. “Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck me, harder daddy, yeah, use that NEG hole to satisfy you!” “Fuck yeah boy, this ass is MINE! Fuck, it feels so good! That’s it, push back hard on daddy’s dick! Milk that POZ cum out of me” He then starts piston fucking me for about 15 minutes then releases his right hand from my throat, grabs me by the hair and forced the side of my face info the wall while still using his left hand to push my upper body into the wall. He is ramming my HARD and I start to feel him tense up and growl as I push back hard on his dick. Finally I felt him start to shoot his load in me. As he’s doing so, my semi hard cock shoots a fat load right onto the bathroom wall. That caused my hole to tense up and clench around Martins dick, milking it as hard as I could, which only made him shoot more POZ seed into my thirsty hole! By now, we’re both panting like animals and he keeps his dick in me, his sweaty chest on my sweat back. He pulls my head around with his right hand and kisses me. “Fuck that was so good, this is the first time I’ve ever shot hands free” I say. He looks over and sees the waterfall of cum I shot into the wall. He scoops some up into his mouth, swashes it around in his mouth, swallows it, then kisses me. By then I feel his getting soft and ready to pull out of my hole. I clench as tight as I can when he finally pulls out, milling every last drop out of him as possible. When he finally does, he turns me around, grabs my hands and holds them over my head while he kisses me. My body is practically shaking, I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life! He whispers into my ear “Now you’re mine boy, always and forever. When you come back, I’ll be waiting. Your new life with me begins next week. I will allow you to keep your job, stay in contact with your family, and let you provide for those who depend on you. At the end of the day though, you’ll come home to me, your new daddy. I’m POZ but not currently medicated. I’ve waited years to convert the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, and that’s you!” All I could do was look him in the eye and say “yes daddy, I hope you were successful in knocking me up!” He said “good boy, now get dressed and while you’re in Sacramento, take as many loads as you can. When you come back we’ll go to the Poly clinic in downtown Seattle and have a special test run to see if the DNA from POZ load I gave you matches mine. If it does, I’m your daddy, if not, I’m your step daddy. Either way, you’re mine. I know where you live, where you work, and everything else about you.” With that, he gave me a passionate kiss, got dressed and left. Told me to wait a few minutes before I walked out too. And, that his load was to stay in me. I happily agreed and said no load I take ever leaves me. He gave me this evil grin and walked out. I got dressed and walked outa few minutes later. Then waited in line to board my flight.
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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
