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Hi everyone, so Ive been bottoming since I was 17 however about a third of the times it has ended in mess or bad irritation on my hole. I was wondering if there's anyone here that has IBS or any stomach issues and is still able to be a happy cum dump or fisting bottom? Any tips on diet, supplements, timing of meals before play, and general experience is gladly accepted, thankyou. -
In the last 20 years, I've had the pleasure of fucking two guys whose holes self-lubricate - no lube, spit, pre-cum or cum was needed to be able to get inside of them. The first guy was almost 20 years ago. We met through a friend and had some really good sex for awhile and naturally just drifted apart. The second guy was last year, and we met through BBRT. He didn't mention anywhere in his profile that he self-lubricates. We hadn't had the lube or spit conversation before meeting up though. So we're naked making out on the bed with me on top of him. I had eaten him out a little (I'd gotten a taste, not enjoyed a meal), but not enough yet to even try to enter him. His legs went up in the air, he reached around and grabbed my dick, lined it up and pushed back against me. I slid halfway in without even trying! I was quite pleasantly surprised! During a break in the action when I asked him why he didn't mention that in his profile, he said that a lot of tops don't like that. I was 🤯! I let him know that I most definitely liked it! And I told him he was only the second guy I'd had sex with who self-lubricates. I'm wondering how prevalent self-lubricating bottoms are? I've had sex with lots of guys - compared to some people I'm a slut, and compared to others I've barely dipped my big toe into the sex pond.😉 So I don't know if self-lubricating male bottoms are all over the place and I've just not met many of them for whatever reason? Or if I've been super lucky to have found 2 of them! (In which case, I guess I should stop playing the lottery.) For the tops, how do you feel about a bottom who self-lubricates? Is that a positive, a negative or are you indifferent as long as you cum inside of that hole? The tight or loose thread made me remember that I wanted to post this thread. In the Goldilocks and the Three Bears world, his hole wasn't too loose or too tight. It was damned near perfect. I shot two loads into him and for the first (and second) times in his life, he came without either of us touching his dick. The only reason I haven't fucked him again is scheduling. But we both want to hook up again as soon as possible! It was long enough ago that I don't remember if this applies to the first guy, but the second one appears to have a condition(?) where his body overproduces some kind of liquid? Cause he also sweats a lot. I firmly believe that sex is dirty (and sticky and smelly and sweaty) only when it's done right, so no problem for me there. I look forward to hearing others thoughts and experiences. -
It seemed too good to be true. After a few too many drinks, you had opened up to your wife about your desire to explore your sexual interest in other men. You knew it was risky to tell her. In the past, you had heard her say some very homophobic things. Now, to your surprise and delight, she said, “I love you, honey, and I want you to be happy. Let me help you find the right man to experiment with. And you should do it here, where I know you’ll be safe.” Together you had gone online to read personals and look at pictures. You had then written to several men, being very open about your situation. A few asked if your wife was looking for a three-way experience. But she said definitely not – this was about you and, as she so delicately put it, “clarifying your sexual orientation.” You didn’t need any complications. Along the way you admitted to her that you thought you were a bottom. She gave you a funny look but didn’t say anything in response. Soon you settled on Mark, an older daddy type described himself as strictly a top. From his photos you could see that he was an impressive physical specimen, much more muscular than you. He was exactly the sort of gay man you had fantasized about. On the big night, you and Mark connected immediately. You, your wife, and Mark chatted for a while, sipping wine. Then he came over to the couch where you were sitting, put his arm around you, and pulled you close to him. You kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately, your tongues teasing each other. You looked over at your wife, who had been watching intently. She smiled sweetly and said, “Just let it happen.” You and Mark resumed kissing, and his hand found your crotch and began rubbing your stiff cock through your pants. Then he stood up, took your hand, and said, “Which way to the bedroom?” “Follow me,” your wife said, and led the way upstairs. You and Mark helped each other undress. He, too, was hard – his cock stood out, thick and long. You started to stroke it as he massaged yours. It all felt so natural, so right. He guided you to the bed and gently pushed you onto your back. He brought his cock to your lips, which seemed to part of their own accord. You tasted the precum and thought it was delicious. Slowly he fed you more, until you gagged. “Takes practice,” he said. “You’ll learn.” You were sure he was right! You looked up into his eyes. “Mark, I want you to fuck me.” As you heard the words, it almost seemed as if someone else had said them. He lay on top of you and kissed you, hard and forcefully. Your cocks rubbed together. You were conscious of how much thicker and longer his was, and the thought thrilled you. You whispered into his ear, “I need to feel you inside me.” He reached for some lube and pulled out a condom. Your wife saw it and said, “Honey, wouldn’t you really like it better if he fucked you bareback?” You were surprised she knew the term. Although you were scared, she seemed in control. You meekly agreed. Mark lubed your virgin ass, first one finger, then a second, using a scissoring motion to stretch you gently. He knelt between your legs, which you pulled up and apart to invite penetration, just as your wife had done for you so often when the two of you made love. Next you felt the tip of his cock press against your hole. “Try to relax,” Mark said softly. As he increased the pressure, your ass burned. You winced and almost asked him to stop. But you didn’t want him to quit – or disappoint your wife. Suddenly, you felt your ass open to the intruder, welcoming it past your sphincter. In that instant, your life changed forever. You were finally being fucked by another man! You felt an incredible warmth and fullness in your ass and started to moan. Somewhere off in the distance, as if in a dream, you heard your wife say, “Wow, you really like that, honey, don’t you?” You couldn’t answer. Your entire universe was your ass and Mark’s massive cock. As Mark started to move inside you, thrusting in and pulling out, you gripped his strong forearms. Your hands looked so delicate, almost feminine. You wondered, How could I ever have pretended to be anything other than a bottom for a real man? Mark rested his bulk on you, pressing you into the mattress, and kissed you forcefully, his tongue invading your mouth. He was lost in his own pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his butt, urging him on. “Cum inside me,” you begged loudly. “Breed me!” His pace quickened. You heard his heavy balls as they snapped against your ass, faster and faster. You felt his sweat build between you. Finally, he gasped aloud, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Oh, god! Take my seed, bitch, take my seed!” He collapsed on top of you, panting hard. You felt his heart pounding in his chest. You felt an odd wetness inside of you, a delicious sensation. Then you felt a sticky wetness on your own abdomen and realized that you had cum, too, an odd, drawn-out orgasm that left you tingling down to your toes. A sissygasm. How perfect! As you lay there in Mark’s embrace, gently stroking his back, you became aware of an odd sound – the soft whir of your wife’s video camera. You looked at her and realized she had filmed the entire episode. “Hi, honey,” she said with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind that I taped you guys. God, it was hot, seeing you getting fucked by a real man.” Then her expression turned cold, and her voice took on a nasty edge. “But more important, my divorce lawyer told me to get some evidence that you were a faggot. This should do nicely, don’t you think?”
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I had already taken a cock bareback, but the guy pulled out before he came. I had been fucked a couple times before that by guys wearing condoms, and it was fine, but it didn't really do much for me. I got off, but it wasn't anything to write home about. The first time a guy actually came in me was the first time I really got the appeal of bottoming. I was 21 at the time and we met on an AOL chat room (late 90s, lol) and I agreed to meet him at his place. He was a fit twink just a little taller than me. We had coffee and chatted for a while in his bedroom and eventually moved on to kissing. He stripped of my clothes and went down on me for a bit and then I turned around and started stripping him off. As I slid his underwear off I realized his cock had to be close to 8 inches long. It wasn't what I would call too thick but it had a nice girth to it. I sucked him for a little bit and then he pulled me up to make out some more, rubbing our cocks together. I sat up on his legs and started stroking his cock and he did the same with mine. After a minute or so he asked me if I wanted some lube and I said yes. He added some lube to our hands and we went back to slowly stroking each other. After another couple minutes he pulled me down to kiss him, and I had to scoot up his body so my ass was just over his crotch. I had to reach behind me to keep stroking his cock. It was basically at my ass crack so I started rubbing the head of his cock on my crack while stroking the base and his balls. I kept kissing him as he started slowly thrusting his cock up and down my ass crack. His cock got progressively lower and lower down my crack until he was thrusting against my hole. I couldn't help relax my hole just enough for the tip to start pushing through with each thrust. I knew I should've asked him for a condom but I was just so fucking horny I let the tip of his cock keep poking a little deeper into my hole. Finally, as he was thrusting up I sat back just enough for the head of his cock to slip past my sphincter. It didn't hurt, I just had a full feeling in my ass. He stopped thrusting, I guess he wasn't sure if he should keep going with out a condom, but I just slowly lowered my ass onto the rest of his cock. I bottomed out on his cock and then just started to ride him. His cock was rubbing my prostate in just the right way, and I felt an orgasm building. I had stopped jerking myself off and was just riding him. After a couple of minutes he said he was about to come and I told him to do it, and he started moaning as he thrust his load deep in my ass. I kept riding him, and about 30 seconds later, without even touching my cock, I had my first hands-free orgasm and I shot my load all over his stomach. After I finished his cock felt massive in me and started to get a bit uncomfortable so I slowly lifted myself off of him, and a bit of his load leaked out of my ass onto him. I didn't bottom for a while after that as I had started dating a guy that was mostly a bottom.
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On those rare occasions when I bottom, for 2-3 days after the fuck my rectum is extremely tender and my poops are exceedingly painful. I'm also gassy as fuck the next day, which makes my husband snicker. I was wondering if this only happens to guys like me who only bottom maybe 2-3 a times a year, and if guys who bottom on the regular don't have this problem.
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Hey there. So I've been thinking more about chastity cages, so I bought a cheap Holy Trainer knock-off and it arrived today. I think my goal is long-term lock ups with a key holder, but I know that won't happen overnight. I'm going to get a Kink3d cage for long term use but figured I would start cheap first. My primary interest is to focus more on my hole and to hopefully experience the coveted anal orgasm some day. I also jack off a lot, and I'm attracted to the idea of being horny for cock, both up my ass and in my mouth. I have a new daddy I've met for play time three times who goes a while and I also have a guy interested in whoring me out (after we get the COVID vaccine of course) and I think it would improve both scenes. My question is how should I ramp up to long term, 24/7 wear? I don't think this cheap one will be good for wearing more than like a day, but I literally just got my first cage. Should I do like the day only for a week, then try overnight after a week of day wear? I'd like to do a whole month relatively soon, but I need to get the better cage first. I'm not interested in sissification at all. I'm into dad-son/boy play, and I'm def a more masc bottom. How often should i take it off to clean? Is shaving necessary? How do you locked guys deal with being locked for extended periods, especially if you're not a total bottom? Have you had anal orgasms, and how long did it take before you had one? Did you experience a transformation into a more cock-hungry guy than you already were? Thanks!
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The biggest challenge in my gender transition has been learning how to douche my ass. Not the surgeries and the internal bleeding , not the coming out over and over again, not telling my father or my son that I was planning on having a glorious BBC of my own. No , the hardest thing, is the mostly mental block to, cleaning the waste out of the trash bin so to speak. The humiliation aspect of being that trash bin for strangers starts right there. I'd be remiss if I did not say that the preparing myself has become part of a ritual that is both humiliating and empowering. But it has yet go smoothly. Let me bring some context and highlight some key factors. There is both the physical content of one's bowels that I contend with and most of it is simply a matter of waste management. There is also a massive mental roadblock to connect anus with pleasure. And I don't believe that sexual preferences nuliify these fears and aversion. There is a real and present danger to exposing yourself to feces. If you are from the Central Valley and have had your lettuce and spinanch disappear from your market, it usually because there is human feces contanination. This is very much highlighted by my educational focus of insects, parasites and the inescapable truth that we are all connected. Watch an episode of Monsters Inside Me. This alone has flatened the tires on this little dumpster prospects of rimming. Delish...Back to the matter at hand. I do love anal sex though, it is vicious and raw and unforgiving. So me and my ass are on a mission. I am not new to anal sex but I am new-ish to recieving and definitely new to the frequency and force. As female, I made many failed attempts at anal sex; it was always shockingly painful. Testosterone has wonderfully turned pain into a raging hard on. Even with the pain relieved, it was hard to make any headroom in my ass. I am dedicated to providing the smoothest ride possible...so began a rigourous course of solo training. Through which a relationship began with my little gulping baby gape. I have invested more than a few paychecks into anal toys and lube. My play has increased in intensity and frequency growing my confidence and easing some of my fears. If you haven't gathered, I am no power bottom, or a natural bottom. I have to work incredibly hard for every inch I can take. My lower gut will always restrict my abilities and I think a few tips from you would help a great deal.I have always run on the constipated side and since surgery complications I really struggled to maintain bowel health. I am that guy that needs at least two hours. Diets make no difference. And there is no question of not cleaning before hand. I have a massive fear of making a mess, it requires mantras and mid sex mediation to keep it cool sometimes. I come from a very proper, and prudish family, think ballet and cottilions. And the social indoctrinations for women behavior run deep and dark. I have weighed the idea of giving it up and I can't. 1.) have been blessed with the amaizing ass orgasms , come to Daddy . I 2.) and honestly I am insecure about being a gay man with only a delish boi pussy to pound on. And a lot of gay boys love that boi pussy. So it's me, not you So there it is. Tell me your horror stories, tips and tricks, funny bloopers. Healthy fun is the priority. I will never be a porn star but I will be best King Peach I can be for the men who love to beat it up
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I have been totally gay for most of my life, but I have had sex with girls as a teen and was married young for a short while. What I have noticed too often is that, in a hetero relationship, guys always want to fuck, but the girl's sex drive seems to magically start to taper off after marriage. When you are gay and have a boyfriend, or steady fuckbuddy, both of you want to fuck all the time. There is no need to wine and dine her, gifts, trying to get her into a romantic mood in hopes she will give you some and no "holding it over your head" to get her way about something. There is no sleeping on the couch or "holding out" if one of you is miffed at the other over something. You both still need to fuck and those petty differences can be settled later and set aside for sex. With another guy that you usually have sex with and, being a guy, is always wanting it just as bad as you do, all you have to do is say, "Lets fuck" and you are on your way to a nice juicy load up your butt!
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A friend texted me yesterday and wants me to teach him how to bottom. He's never done anything with a guy before aside from kissing and mutual j/o. He's getting a hotel room this weekend and wants me to teach him how to ride a dildo and techniques for getting the most pleasure. I'm also going to be eating his ass off and on while we're alone. I've never really done anything like this before, and since I'm a total bottom, I'm worried that he's coming to the wrong guy. He's not going to be able to suck any dick unless he gets someone else to come through and he's definitely not getting any dick in his ass if I'm the only one he's coming to. Have any other experienced bottoms helped someone ease into it? What kind of advice should I give him for his first time with a top? He only started fingering himself last week and I'm worried about ruining this for him. -
Hey all! Wondering if there were any tops in the middle TN area looking to breed a hungry ass! Would love to find someone to help set up a gang bang as well!
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Once we get through this quarantine , My partner and I want to be tag teamed by two Black Tops. We watch a lot of interracial bareback porn and it turns us on to think of the two of us bottoming together. Anyone here bottom with their partner?
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Do other bottoms or very guys feel that when you take the time to clean out for a sexy party you will spend hours at and not get the amount of cock you wanted that taking sometimes hours to clean out wasn't worth it? The same can go for spending money like Cum Union or something. I just recently had that experience at a party on Saturday and now it kind of turns me off from doing all that prepping, but I don't always want to top. Has anyone else had this experience?
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Hi fellas. I'm a 43 year old bi guy who identifies as 'mostly straight,' meaning that I love women but like fooling around with men when the mood hits...and the mood has been hitting hard lately. I want to bottom again, but it's been nearly a decade since I last took a cock in my ass. I want it anonymous, I want it raw, and I want to be sure my ass is well cleaned out beforehand. My question is, what is/are the best way(s) to properly clean out? I've heard differing opinions on anal douches. Respectful, serious answers only, please.
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Last Saturday was my birthday. I decided that rather than spend it alone at my house with the cat (a poor conversationalist) I would depart early for the Vapors bathhouse in Louisville and hope that some generous Top(s) would offer me loads of birthday presents, and basically fuck me in two. I planned to leave late in the afternoon, so eI burned a little time during the day watching Netflix, specifically an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine in which members of the station crew accidentally travel to the Mirror Universe. I only mention this because a ) it seems to have set the theme for the evening that followed, and b ) I hope maybe it will entice some of you more geeky types to fuck me - it never hurts to try. I started out heading to the local ABS, 7 minutes from my house, to buy a new bottle of poppers, because mine seemed to have lost some of its jolt. When I got there, the packed parking lot made me think: Hm! Perhaps the hour's drive to Louisville is surplus to needs... So I put on my silver servicee collar, went in, bought my poppers and entered the theater. I went directly to the gay theater, stripped down in front of a dimly lit room full of six or seven seated men, who promptly... remained seated. Until they eventually left, and were replaced by men who sat in their places and did not shift. They watched the gay porn, which was playing with muted volume while the straight porn from the next room blasted its volume loud enough for both. Eventually I noticed one guy jerking himself slowly, occasionally glancing at me, so I got up and sat by him, and whispered in his ear, "Would you like some help with that?" "No," he said, "there's an audience." I stayed 45 minutes without so much as a nod-come-hither from any of those Woody Wallflowers, and then I got dressed and left for Louisville. Think of that as my tumble down the rabbit hole into the bizarre. When I got to Vapors, I had barely got into my room and undressed when a college-age guy of probably Indian/Pakistani descent came in. It was his first time at the bathhouse (he said) and he asked about what people did and what there was to do. I explained about the facilities and the rooms, and that basically guys got it on just about anywhere, and what did he like? He topped, he said (joy) and would I like to play around (no shit) so he climbed on my bed and we got to it. Magnificent cock - just beautiful - at least 9.5" and not too thick. A superb fucking instrument. My pulse quickened a little at the thought of feeling it shafted all the way to the root into my tight ass, and I was going to reward him so-o-o-o well. But not instantly; I wanted some tongue time with it first, and he let me have it, until he finally said, "Can I fuck you?" My dear boy, how many angels can you fit on the head of a pin? That's a question you simply don't bother to ask. Yes, fuck me infinitely, world without end, Amen. He got me on hands and knees, lined me up, stuck the head in - My ass spasmed. This happens with me often on the first fuck of the day/night/session/whatever. I'll get a spasm of pain on entry, and have the Top pull out, wait five seconds until it subsides, and then I can take whatever get shoved into me all night, no problem. This time, I asked him to pull out, I waited five seconds, then told him to come back in. I felt his cockhead rub across my wet pussy, but he didn't re-enter. After a minute, he said, "I'm sorry - I already came." He came from sticking the tip in and pulling it out. I invited him to return after he recharged, but he never did. He just left his load soaked into my sheets. After that, crickets. By now it was 10pm Eastern Time on a Saturday night, and there was no one around in a city bathhouse. It was cold out, but for pity's sake... I finally got up, took a solitary steam and soak in the whirlpool, and then went upstairs to see if anyone had encamped in the TV room. I did find one guy there - I almost overlooked him, seated with his back in the shadows, jacking off slowly to the porn on the screen. I just stood in the doorway for two or three minutes while the clip finished, and then the guy got up and headed toward the door and me. Suddenly he stopped, and said, "Oh! I didn't see you there." He reached out and started touching me immediately, saying, "Is this okay?" and within a minute and a half the one-sided conversation had escalated to "Would you like to come to my room?" Why the fuck not? He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat the whole time, from the moment he saw me, and I have to admit there was something charismatically chemical - or perhaps chemically charismatic - about him. I'm mildly autistic, so other people's charisma usually just bounces off me with no effect, but this guy had me from the word "ho". We got to his room and the making out began. Normally it takes a hell of a lot to get me honestly hard, but he had me performance-hard with just a few caresses, and within five minutes, he was lying on his back on his bed with his ass tilted up for me to fuck him, and I, total bottom who had not entered another man in over a dozen years, did. After some thrusting, he climbed on top and finished me, before jacking off to a shuddering orgasm that shot clear over my shoulder with me still inside him. Then we did it all over again. After I took my leave, I went back, cleaned off, and resumed my station. I did take one load from a rather modestly-dicked man, and then I looked over my shoulder to see a line of three more waiting. The next one came in, looked at me closely, then went back out. When I turned around a moment later, they were all gone, like someone had shouted, "Clean cup!" and everyone suddenly had to jump up and change to a different place altogether without any reason whatever. Then, more crickets for half an hour. At last, my CL notice announcing me as a bottom taking anon loads got a bite, a man who wanted to know if I could come to him, not far away. I though, well, it's one certain fuck-and-load, versus possibly nothing really satisfying the rest of the evening at the bathhouse, so I dressed, packed my things, and checked out. While I was checking out, a sudden influx of men began coming in, perhaps six or seven, mostly individual, mixed ages, making me wonder if I had just made a horrid mistake. But the deed was done, and I went off to get my one certain birthday fuck. I arrived ten minutes later at a darkened apartment in which my summoner sat naked on a hard wood floor, evidently wanting to take the 'anon' part very seriously. He asked if I had any poppers, and said he had only used the kind that I had in my old bottle, so I pulled that out for him. I asked him what he liked, and he said, "I like to be fucked." Oh. Shit. He hadn't understood the ad. But I'm a sexual service submissive, and once I answer a call I don't just walk out if I can serve in some capacity. And I had, after all, just fucked another man, twice. "I can't promise you I'll be able to fuck you in a way that will satisfy you," I said. "Well, maybe you could just fist me," he replied. Wh-whathe-forcrying- I had never been fisted before, much less fisted someone else. I've studied up on fisting because I've seriously considered allowing a Dom to do it to me before, and I still may, but I had had no actual practicum. I told him so. He went into the other room and returned shortly with a towel, a two-cup glass measuring container full of resonstituted powdered ass lube, several pair of latex gloves, and a huge spreading dildo that he had been using to gradually train himself open. I sighed. "Have you ever taken a fist before?" I asked. "No. I had a guy try once, but he wasn't any good." "Look at my hands," I said. "My hands aren't huge, but they aren't petite, either. I know the basic theory for fisting, and I am familiar with the anatomy involved, and know the principal things to be cautious about. I cannot promise you that you will succeed tonight, but if this is what you want to do, I will try." We went to his bedroom, and I realized that if I was going to have any hope of relaxing him enough for this, I was going to have to start with massage. I gave him the abridged version of what I call my "high-risk" massage - the one that is risky because if I give it I stand a fair chance of leaving the Top either too relaxed to function, or outright asleep. His back was like one of the Red Queen's playing card soldiers, stiff and unyielding, but I finally got him relaxed enough to begin, and I discovered that he must have been using that stretching dildo fairly regularly. Then, for some utterly bizarre and, to me, inexplicable reason, it suddenly occurred to me that what his ass needed to relax better was a good fucking. So, for the third time that night, I, a total bottom, fucked a man. I didn't cum this time, but I gave a performance that I would have appreciated myself had I been the recipient. After that, he had indeed opened further, and, long story short, after about 20 more slow, careful minutes and lots of incredibly messy lube, I was up to my wrist in his ass - his first fist, and a milestone for him. "You're just awesome," he told me afterward. By the time I was ready to leave Louisville it was 5:30am, time for Krispy Kreme Doughnuts to open, so I stopped there and got a dozen. When I came out, I felt oddly as though I had stepped back through the Fucking Glass into the real world. I have absolutely no desire to fuck anybody. I am the fuckee, the cunt, the bitch, the boy pussy. I love it that way. In that Mirror Universe I saw another me who lived another way, and his sex life fucking weirded me out. As for loading me up on my birthday, thanks for nothing, Louisville. (The guy I fucked twice, by the way, was visiting from Nashville.) As for the rest of you, especially you geeks like me, live long and prosper.
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So I recently started dating this new guy. He's super hunky, which is right up my alley, and its been going pretty well so far. He's expressed interest to me in trying his first steroid cycle because he wants to get even bigger. Although I think he already looks great, the slut in me loves the idea of being with an agressive over-muscled animal, and the thought of being able to watch his growth before my own eyes and seeing how the hormones change him is a chance I didn't want to miss. I started encouraging him to try it out. After a few days of contemplating he decided he was ready to go down this path of muscle growth with steroids. Its been about two weeks since he's started his cycle, and its like he's become a completely different person. He's always been horny (if he wasn't I couldn't be with him ?), but since he's started cycling it seems like he can't seem to do or think about anything other than working out and fucking. Its like my dream come true. Almost everyday he comes home and just wants to fuck till be passes out. He's generally versatile, but since the hormones make it difficult to get erect for a long time, he has pretty much become a pure bottom. Everyday he's on the hunt for pretty much any cock he can find that will massage his prostate. Last night we went to the sauna, and he told me that he got fucked by at least twelve guys. After the 8th he stopped counting. I'm the luckiest because I get to fuck him last after all his whoring around. I love seeing how loose his fuck hole is becoming. His hole is more and more swollen and loose every day from the constant penetration. I now can easily slide my tongue in and lick up all that sperm he gets fucked up in him. I can definitely get used to this.
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For those of you on the Cumdump Network, what has your experience been like? Has it delivered the results you were expecting/hoping for? How does your location relate to this, do you think? Are there others near you? Has it resulted in anything you didn't expect? Have you had negative effects, such as unwanted identification, legal problems, unwanted phone problems, inappropriate real-time contacts, etc.? Have you ever found yourself in danger as a result? I ask this because I am now retired, and am thinking of joining now that my time has opened up. -
I hadn't seen Jack in several months. We used to hang out at clubs, but never did anything beyond making out. Apparently he had moved out of the city, but was back visiting family and friends. We had a couple drinks and caught up. We started talking about the last time we were making out and he asked me if I wanted to do anything. I said of course, so we left the bar and headed for a nearby park. It was after midnight by the time we got there. There were a couple trails that had a reputation for being cruisy, and we passed a couple guys that checked us out. We stopped on the trail and started making out. Another guy came along and passed by us, then stopped a little ways away, sat down, and watched us. I didn't really want an audience so we walked back down the trail. We got off the trail and went a little ways into the woods so no one could see us. We started making out again and rubbing each other through our pants. We both unzipped each other and took turns sucking the other. After I sucked him for a bit he stood me up and turned me around. He started kissing my neck and ears. He slid my trousers down and and put his cock up against the crack of my ass and started sliding up and down it, his pre-cum making it slick. He kept sliding his cock further down my crack until he was pressing the head against my hole. He was oozing so much pre-cum that it lubed up my hole and he was able to slide his dick right in. No talk of condoms, he just started fucking me. He wasn't that big, about five and a half inches, but he knew how to work it. He bent me forward, grabbed my hips and fucked me for almost ten minutes, me jacking my cock the whole time. I shot first, my cum spraying out into the darkness. I asked him if he was close because it was starting to hurt, and he said yes and about thirty seconds later he pulled out and shot his load down on the ground. I didn't mind him pulling out at the time because I was still paranoid about STDs, but now I always want a guy to shoot in me. We pulled our clothes back on and I dropped him off back at the bar where his friend was waiting for him. Never did see him again.
