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Hey guys, After wanting to have gay sex for a while, and after finally doing it, iv’e basically just turned into a total whore - had several gangbangs in the last month and taken many loads. I love feeling feminine as loads are pumped in me, and being used. During my gangbang this morning (8 guys), I was called a slut, bitch and whore, and the tops joked about my small penis (was tweaking a bit), and it made me wonder what tops think of bottoms that do this.

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I have always been a whore, and love to push myself further and further into the world of depravity. I have met many guys over the years that love to help me on that journey, and get their rocks off in the process. Jax was one of those guys, a total pig and beast of a man. 6’3”, surprisingly jacked for a semi truck driver. Hairy, covered in tattoos, thick and hung with an amazing 00g PA. And to top it off, a completely depraved pig. He was amazing! We first met a few years back when he stopped by a cumdump session I was hosting in a truckstop motel. He fucked me nice and good, loving how sloppy I was, and gave me two big loads. He was so impressed that he waited until I was done to get my info (what a gentlemen). We chatted and got to know each other over a bit of food in the diner. And after a great conversation he railed me one more time in the bathroom. We’d meetup for all kinds of wild fun from time to time. He was one of those aggressive bulls that loved to push me farther and farther. So one day he tells me to meet him at this truckstop, bring nothing, and to clear my next few days. I had no idea what to expect, but never say no to Jax. I’m there waiting when I see his truck pull up. Tells me strip and just waits for me. I start going, not minding if anyone else can see, and as I’m in only my jockstrap and socks, he tells me to stop and get in. Thankfully I picked a jockstrap that showed off all my ASSets that day! The wild weekend began with a road trip through Pennsylvania, just enjoying his spacious semi-truck cabin as we drove. The truck was our home for four days, a mobile playground of debauchery and filth. I had been down this road before, loving every second of it, but the allure of another round of non-stop action was too tempting to resist. He slammed me up, whipped out his already throbbing cock, and I got to work as he headed south. The open road stretching out before us, promising a weekend of unbridled pleasure and submission. From the moment we hit the highway, it was a blur of highs and lows, pleasure and pain. My toxic companion kept me high, constantly pushing me farther. He loved seeing me so exposed and waiting to be used. I was dressed in that jockstrap and socks only, the same outfit for the entire journey. The fabric grew damp with sweat and other fluids, a constant reminder of the debauched activities that filled our days and nights. I was in heaven, lost in a haze of desire and indulgence. He used me every chance he got and invited many others to do the same. The truck was a moving brothel, and I was the main attraction. We stopped at bathhouses and truck stops, where I was passed around like the cheap whore that i am. The men who used me were pigs, taking what they wanted without a second thought. On our second night, he got my insanely high and right there in a truckstop parking lot he let the men go at me. I waited ass up in the back as 22 different pigs climbed back to use me as they pleased. Each one took their turn, some long, hard, and brutal, others fast, cheap, and disgusting, but all of them using me for their pleasure, leaving me spent and sloppy. During the next day, I was fisted by the side of the highway, the rumble of passing trucks a constant backdrop to my moans. It was a scene of pure carnal abandon, the sun beating down on my bare skin as I was used and abused. Jax getting elbow deep as his muscular, hairy arms opened me up wider and wider. During a quick stop at a pay by the hour motel, the men who stopped were rough and uncaring, taking their pleasure without concern for mine. But in that moment, it was exactly what I wanted, what I craved. During one memorable stop, two particularly sexy fuckers pulled me out of the truck. They were massive, covered in tattoos, hairy and muscled, their cocks thick and ready. Right there in the back of a gas station, right by the dumpsters, they face-fucked me, their hands gripping my hair as they used my mouth back and forth. Jax and a few other men standing there, watching. Then, they spit-roasted me, switching between my mouth and ass, their movements synchronized to bring them both to the brink. When they were done, they made me suck their cocks clean, licking up every drop of their sloppy cum. As I waited there, happy and grateful used, they both started to piss on me, their hot streams marking me as their own. I enjoyed every drop By the end of the trip, I was a used and sloppy mess. My body ached from the constant use, but I was content, sated in a way that only such extreme experiences could provide. My toxic companion had kept me high the entire time, his chem piss continuing to push me farther and farther as I “helped him save time,” because I’m a caring companion on the road. It was a trip I would never forget, a wild ride of pleasure and pain, submission and indulgence. As we finally pulled back into Pennsylvania, he gave me one last use, loving how far he’d taken me. He kicked me out of his truck, still only in my jockstrap and socks, and drove away. As I stood their exhausted and smiling, I knew I would be back for more, always craving the next fix of this twisted, debauched lifestyle. But in the meantime, I had to introduce myself to the three burly truck drivers in the parking lot who were smiling and licking their lips…

Just got home from a month long vacation to jail, and I am looking for the wildest, kinkiest top or tops I can find to get absolutely piggy with ASAP! The wilder, the better. I am down to literally do ANYTHING! I need to get bred!

I just had my second gangbang yesterday. I wore a jockstrap and was passed around for about 3 hours among 8 guys, who Dpd, spitroasted, and took turns coming in my mouth and pussy. During this time I spend 4 hours moaning, begging them to fuck me harder, and telling them to “shoot it in me” While they 2 guys were doing the DP the one guy asked me “do you like this bitch” and I said “yeah fuck me like a little slut” and called him daddy. And that is when I realized, I have become a total slut. Over the past 2 months I have taken over 30 loads. And I’m seriously trying to figure out why I do this? For the bottoms on here, what motivates you to become a cumslut?

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Ever since I started opening up my hole to loads, I feel like being a cumdump is becoming more and more a part of me. My travel plans now reflect this, so I travel to events or places like Southern decadence or Berlin where my hole can be used for hours and many days In a row. Yet even after days of being fucked and loaded, I still want more and I find myself thinking about doing more degrading things to capture loads...like letting the most repulsive troll or the homeless use my hole. I worry sometimes about being addicted to sex and whether this is a healthy lifestyle for me. Does anyone else feel this way or struggle with that? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Our dealer had been after me for a while to let him use my chemhole. I let the game go one because not only did he want to fuck me my partner wanted him too. You see my partner loved seeing black cock sliding into my ass. He also said that I was in my natural state when other men were fucking me. That I was being the whore that I was meant to be. I finally told our guy that he could have my ass for an eight ball. Doing that made me feel even more like the meth whore that I am. He had the perfect lean rock hard body to go with a cock that he knew how to use. My partner would always leave me with the guy/guys fucking me and listen from the next room. He always said I was a bigger whore when he wasn’t in the room and the tricks also were a little freer without him there. That black meth man cock felt so fucking good and especially when he came deep inside me. He went to shower and when he came back I was stroking my cock and he getting the cum out of my hole and eating it. He watched me and said fuck I can’t just watch you I need to eat that cum out of your chemhole. He said tell me am I eating just my cum or did you get some before I got here. I said you know my husband he had cock over here to fuck me and yes one of them dumped a huge load of poz cum in me. He went down on my hole and got deep inside. When he was finished he said I needed recharging. He was getting dressed and said your payment is on the table. When he left I looked over and there were two eight balls on the table. I felt like the best meth whore ever. This became a regular thing. I started going with him on his drop offs and he would have me suck his clients off and sometimes give up my hole after slamming with his client. Soon my partner found out that I was getting fucked without him getting to see it. He wanted us to use a new guy and I said no way. He started joining us or the clients came to us. The three of us were together for a while until my guy and pimp decided that the two of us would be better off without my partner. We both knew that there was so much for the two of us to have together that we were not able to then. I always was with him on drop offs and usually by the end of the night had my hole pretty used. He would fuck me when we got home and always eat my hole out so he got recharged from any toxic loafs I had taken. We have had a third in our relationship a few times but we always want more and we know how to get it. He is a salesman and I am just a nasty slut willing to improve what he has to offer. I have always been thankful of the night we made our trade.

This faggot still has yet to learn how to use BBRTS quick connects yet. It must be lubed, willing, and ready before the alphas cum. There is no wait until I’m clean or I’m afraid or whiny bullshit allowed. the faggot is fucked, bred, and cleans the breeder off case closed. Faggots learn eventually. This faggot still needs breeding pics.

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Hey guys. I've been reading these forums for a while but this is my first time posting. I've barebacked with ex boyfriends before and barebacked occasionally during a drunk one night stand or two, but as a lot of you seem to have felt, I've always known that I love barebacking and that the idea of taking loads from strangers or groups is the absolute hottest thing in the world to me. I can't get off to porn with condoms and even thinking about getting in a sling at a bathhouse and taking endless raw dick makes me hard as fuck. But, like a lot of people, I am still scared to just start taking loads left and right like I want to. I feel like this is a pretty normal hesitation and deep down I think eventually I'll turn into a complete cumdump, but it's hard to know when to take the first step. So I was just wondering for those of you who went through a similar process, what was it that finally set you over the edge and made your fantasies start to be realities?

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He wonders who the first chaser was. The first time—before it even became an actual thought, before it crystallized as an urge. He wants to know what cocksucker got the idea in the first place, before it was conscious, before it had language. Did this faggot read about the gay cancer and immediately get a boner? Did his body recognize the drive for destruction before he himself knew it? Did he just feel that initial warmth rush to fill his cock, then his hole, causing it to twitch.. and that was that? He wonders about the sequence of events. When the dick ditch of a man, on his back with his hole gaped open, uttered the plea: “give me your poz seed,” or some desperate variation of it. And then like a virus, it spread. The drive, the hunger… do we only recognize when we are told, like the age old “don’t know what you dont know?” Or did this urge exist in all men regardless of sexuality? Maybe he had no choice. Maybe he gave in when he realized he was too small to stop what fate had already decided. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe the Top was the unwilling one, like it was for Matthew. Resisting until he finally found himself balls deep, raw, finally letting go and relishing the sublime feeling he’d denied himself for so long, all in the name of… what? Safety? There’s nothing safe about sex. There never has been. The danger has always existed. We can do our best to prevent it, but at the end of the day—at the very end of the day—this is what we are: men. Not just gay men, but men. Men who like to fuck and seed, no—need. And no amount of latex or rubber will ever get in their way of men, ever again. With that, Matthew exhales and allows the warm grip of the twenty year old cumdump’s hole begin its work of milking out the last drops of his toxic seed. He lets the pleasure settle in his body and cock, feels the hole squeeze and relax, feeling the poisonous load drain from his formerly heavy balls. He doesn’t even realize what’s happened—how hard and deep he’s come—until he opens his eyes and sees that he’s still fucking the dump, his hole wet with death seed being pounded deeper and deeper in long, forceful strokes. His cock, still hard, is coated in slick. The deepening tinge of pink grows with every thrust. red-streaks on his shaft, pink cum foam gathering at the base of his dick. He relishes the sense of power he gets when he’s fucked hard enough to draw blood, and the sight makes him come again almost immediately. Another quick hammered drills that make the bottom tense up, surprised by the post-climax onslaught, and the sharp pangs of pain that follow. Another shot of poison. Another toxic bullet. Deeper. Harder. Deadlier. Seven months later, he Matthew finds himself slamming his cock into the same cumdump. Now he can see how the hole has changed—puffy, loose. The body beneath him is frail, spotted with signs of death. He’s so young, he thinks to himself…but before that thought could even take hold, his cock pulses, thickens and the grin that landed this young faggot7 months prior appears like a mask just slipped on. And Matthew aggressively pulls his cock all the way out and back in, then side to side, hard and slow, for an hour. He sees bruises on the body where he gripped too hard. He sees the bruising on his face from the punches he landed on the side of his face. The blonde hair that once lifted into the sky had been shaved off, leaving the fuck hole looking even more unhuman. He’s an evacuated, skeleton of his former bright self. And as me jackhammers toward his orgasm, not quite there, that’s when he feels it. The hole has finally stoppped gripping. He watches the faggot beneath him, waits for his chest to rise, and fall. Nothing. Then, a small rise and relief floods his chest, and he continues to pump. This time, hard. One last load. He keeps fucking till he climaxes just a few seconds later, the idea of such power, being able to fuck a man into his final breath pushes him over the edge. He withdraws and watches the cum dribble out. How natural, he thinks. And how this would have disgusted him a year ago. He lets his breath catch up, his body ready to collapse with exhaustion. He has afterall, been up now for two days straight. With reverence only men like Matthew can understand, he slowly drops down to his knees. He closes his eyes, leans forward, and like an animal deprived of water, begins to hungrily lap up what he can, his tongue digging deep, the familiar tasting warmth leaving that cool shiny film all over his face. When there’s no more to suck out and swallow, no more to lick up and relish, he gets to his feet. He leans over the boy, scans his face, taming him in. He wants to burn in the destruction that he caused this boy. He wants to think of him, lying here, passed out from too much G, wide open and available to whomever decides to walk past the slightly open door that he will soon leave ajar. Matthew imagines the next man to slip into the room to find him now in this condition with few rigs scattered about, and what they might do. He knows what he wants them to do and it is this very thought that sends the blood southward and out into his cock. The slow revival of his cock once again urges him forward—to move on and find another faggot to fuck the days away.

Have a work trip to Phoenix March 15-19 and interested in feedback about options for offering my hole up to breeding Tops. I’m not familiar with the area. Any recommendations on clubs/bookstores for anon loads? Cruising? What’s the scene like for a cumpig daddy to offer up his hole? will have a hotel so can arrange a discreet group but it is not conducive for walk in tops due to keycards so seeking alternatives.

I went live on Sniffies around six. Posted a clean pic—face out, just my ass bent forward, pink and relaxed, open and waiting. Caption said what I needed: “Collecting loads. Don’t ask. Just show up.” I wanted to feel it stretch. I wanted to hold more than I could keep. The first guy messaged fast. 29, Dominican, working nearby. Said he needed to dump before going home. His cock was out as he walked in—nine and a half inches, thick, hard, cut, with that heavy, quiet intensity that makes you brace before it’s even inside. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me, rubbed the head over my hole, spit, and pushed in. That stretch hit deep and fast—my body trying to keep up. He grunted and started fucking. No mercy. “Been holding this since lunch,” he said, pounding with full weight. “I’m not leaving with it.” His load came hard. Full-body grip. Deep pulses. I felt it coat me inside, then settle. I stayed still. Plugged nothing. I didn’t want to close. I wanted to stack. Second guy hit me on BBRT. Older. Said he was close. “Still leaking?” he asked. “I want to feel that.” I told him to come. He arrived, stripped, lined up, and slid in. His cock curved left, thick through the middle. The warmth of the first load let him in easy—but I clenched. I wanted to keep it. “Goddamn,” he said. “I can feel him in there.” He started to grind. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke stirred the first load but nothing spilled yet. I was full—but still sealing it. He pressed in deep and came with a groan. His load was heavier. I felt it coat the first. No leaking—just weight. I held. Barely. The third knocked just as I was catching my breath. Pale, redhead, uncut cock already hard. Said nothing when he came in. Just saw me on the bed, still open, and got between my legs. He slid in slow, his cock stirring the two loads already inside me. “You’re so full,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who breaks you.” He started to fuck deep. My body shook. I was holding it. Every thrust made the pressure climb. My breath got short. He kissed my neck. “Let it go.” And then I did... The moment he started to come, I felt it spill. His cock pumped inside me and I couldn’t hold anything back—heat slid down my balls, wet across my inner thighs. I moaned. My hole still tried to clench, but the volume broke through. All of it. Stacked loads, now flooding out in waves. He stayed deep, twitching as his cum joined the rest. When he pulled out, I rolled to my side. My cunt was still pulsing. My thighs slick. I could feel it all still moving inside me.