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What are the weirdest requests you've had from a guy before they'll hook up with you? Okay so I'm an anon cumdump and my modus operandi is door unlocked, me on all fours on the bed, hooded/blindfolded, taking all cummers. As I'm sure many of you know, this "no nonsense" approach to hookups is actually insanely complicated so, after a 6 hour session last night where I only managed to get 8 loads in me because of a lot of guys with very specific needs or just plain timewasters, I thought I'd have a bit of a rant about the complications usually encountered and some of the bizarre special requests/mandatory requirements guys have given me before they'll come over. I'm literally just wanting them to come in, fuck me, leave, and yet it requires half an hour of chatting and answering questions before they'll come, or they'll just block me after an obvious wank. Here are mine so far in rough order of insanity. - Would only fuck me if I was wearing football socks. - Wanted to kiss me but only if I hadn't brushed my teeth. - Only if I was wearing a cumstained jock. - That I leave out some dirty underwear for him to sniff. - Only if I was totally silent throughout. - That I called him daddy when he was actually 15 years younger than me. - That I wear his rubber biohazard jock as he fucked me even though I was on prep and so was he. - Only if I had specifically 3 loads in me already. - That there was a dining room chair in the room. I'm not sure why as from what I heard it was never used or touched. - That there was a used condom on the side for him to drink or pour into me when he arrived (they didn't understand how tough it is for a guy that let's anyone breed them raw to find a condom nevermind a used one). - That I had my biggest toy in me already when he came in (he was a bit shocked when he saw the size and probably felt a bit small). - That he could walk in on another guy fucking me and pretend he was my bf. - That he could hide in another room and listen as a different guy fucked me. - The opposite where he needed to know someone was listening as he fucked me (sadly I could never coordinate the above three guys) - That I have at least one untreated STI. - That I had -specifically- a Pakistani guy's load in me. For this I tried to facilitate it but ended up just lying and saying the guy before him was Pakistani (when you're blindfolded and don't ask for pics it's kinda tough to do this kinda thing). So yeah there's probably more but those are the ones off the top of my head. How about yours? Or alternatively what's the weirdest request you've made of a guy? Also there is nothing more annoying than you telling someone on an app that you're putting the blindfold on and to just come in. Only to wait 5 minutes, no sign of him, check your phone and find "Are you sure?" "Hey you there?" "Can I come in?" messages from him. Gah.
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How many things have you ticked off the list? Just something for a bit of fun... add up the scores... (1) Given/Received Blow Job (1) Fucked A Hole (1) Been Fucked (1) Kissed A Guy (1) Given a Handjob (1) Watched Porn (1) J/O With Others Watching (1) Watched a Guy J/O (1) Tasted Your Own Cum (1) Own a Jockstrap (2) Autofellatio/Self Suck (2) Used Craigslist to Hook Up with Stranger (2) J/O in a Public Place (Semi-Private E.G Bathroom Stall etc) (2) J/O in a Public Place (E.G in a Park/Field/Airport/Office etc) (2) Rimmed a Hole (2) Licked Armpits (2) Pissed on a Guy (2) Been Pissed On (2) Swallowed Small Amount of Piss/Urine (2) Tasted/Spit Out Piss (2) Had a Piss Enema (2) Been a Bondage Top (2) Had An Outdoor Fuck (2) Fucked Inside Car/Truck (2) Swallowed Spit (2) Used a Gloryhole (2) Been Gagged (2) Used a Dildo/Vibrator (2) Wrestled (2) Used a Penis Pump (2) Roleplayed (2) Had Sex with a Bi Guy (2) Had a Threesome (2) Used Hoods/Masks (2) Voyeur/Spied on Guys Having Sex (2) Been Face Fucked (2) Been Hot Wax Tortured (2) Been Shaved (2) Swallowed a Guys Cum (2) Smoked During Sex (2) Had Sex at the Gym (2) Swallowed Your Own Cum (2) Licked or Had Your Feet Licked (2) Used Another Guys Cum as Lube (2) Had Interracial Sex (2) Sploshed (2) Gone Commando at Work (3) Fucked Whilst Wearing Fetish Gear (3) Been Caught Having Sex (3) Had Sex with a Married Guy (3) Had an Orgy/Group Session (3) Pissed into a Beer Bottle & Given to Another Guy to Drink in a Bar/Club (3) Had an Anonymous Fuck (3) Been Fucked with Head in the Toilet (3) Fucked in a Public Restroom (3) Fucked in a Library (3) Dirty Talked (3) Hooked Up with a Trucker/Cowboy (3) Been Bound/Restrained (3) Spanked/Been Spanked (3) Been to a Bathhouse (3) Been to a Sex/Cruising Club (3) Been Fucked in a Sling (3) Fucked a Bottom so Hard He Can Hardly Walk/Cried (3) Been Fucked by 11"+ Cock (3) Used a 10"+ Dildo (3) Worn a Leather Harness (3) Used/Own Leather/PVC Clothing (3) Cum Kissed (3) Been in/Part of a Circle Jerk/Bukkake (3) Fucked a Neighbour (3) Fisted a Hole (3) Purposely Contracted an STD (Ghonno/Syphilis etc) (3) Been E-Stim/Electro Tortured (3) Watched Animal Porn (3) Had Really Aggressive/Rough Sex (3) Had Sex with Someone 20 Years Older/Younger (3) Had Sex with Someone 40+ Years Older/Younger (3) Forced a Guy To Do Something (5) Eaten Cum From a Used Condom (5) Lost Your Virginity Under 18 Years of Age (5) Made an Amateur Sex Tape (5) Felched a Hole (5) Been Fisted (5) Slammed Tina (5) Tongue Cleaned A Hole (5) Fucked a Married Guy (5) Fucked a Married Guy in a Family Bed (5) Sucked/Been Sucked on Train/Boat/Bus (5) Used a Fuck Machine (5) Been a Slave/Owned (5) Had Chem Sex (5) Fucked a Bottom into Submission (5) Used an Escort (5) Been an Escort (5) Own a Sling (5) Traveled a Long Distance to Fuck (5) Actively Chased HIV & converted (5) Been Gangbanged (5) Been/Fucked a Pornstar (5) Fucked a couple (5) Been Double Penetrated (5) Had Over 100+ Sexual partners (5) Used Sex to Get Something (Upgrade/Product/Job/Clothing/'Get out of Jail' type situation etc) (5) Been Exposed/Humilated By An Alpha Male (Been Photographed/Videoed/In Public) (5) Used a Sub For Your Pleasure (5) Have/Had a House Boy (5) Used a Chastity Cage (5) Own a Fuck Machine (5) Raped a Hole (5) Used a Cruel Condom (5) Been Fucked By a Cruel Condom (5) Fed a Guy Your Shit (5) Are An Alpha Dom Male (5) Take Any & All Loads - No Questions Asked (5) Fuck Any Hole (5) Had Sex at Inappropriate Time/Event/Location (E.G Funeral/Wake/HIV Clinic/Memorial etc) (5) Had Sex with a Friend's BF / Partner (5) Had Sex with Someone Who's Cheated on Their Boyfriend (10) Have a 10+ Cock (10) Fucked Twins (10) Had Sex with a Father & Son (Not related to you) (10) Fucked a Family Member (10) Have own Playroom/Dungeon (10) Made Hidden Camera Sex Tape (10) Fucked/Been Fucked By K9/Dog (10) Had Sex with AIDs Guy (Advanced/Wasted Look) (10) Swallowed K9/Horse Cum (10) Eaten Shit (10) Licked A Public Urinal/Toilet (10) Fucked on a Plane (10) Swallowed Large Amount of Piss/Urine (10) Starred in a Porn Film (Mainstream) (10) Been/Fucked By a Celebrity (10) Hooked Up Whilst in Uniform or with a Uniformed Guy (Cop/Firefighter/Doctor/UPS Guy etc) (10) Hooked Up With Homeless Guy (10) Own Other Fetish Furniture (Cage/Stocks/St Andrew's Cross/Rim Seat etc) (10) Had Sex with a Convict / Prisoner
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Does anyone here use cruel condoms?
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Would love to chat and hear about your experiences, likes, loves and all things feet!
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Alright pigs. I'm tired of doing the norm and hitting the same places for drinks and well fucking. I have bought a ticket and will attend my first Brüt party in September in PHX. What should I expect? Do guy fuck, suck, and explore other fetishes INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW!
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So you are curious about being exposed or perhaps you've seen some...things surfing the web & now you have some questions. What is an online exposure fetish? What the hell is an "Exposed Faggot"? Well lets refer to a few definitions from UrbanDictionary.com . No worries, I can attest to their authenticity because I'm the one who wrote & submitted them. (Wow guys. These have been on UD.com for years and I only just realized the typos I made. What a flop! My bad.) The hardcore truth about an "Exposure" fetish is that it is largely a combination of Exhibitionism, Humiliation, & in the more advanced cases tend to mix in elements of Doxing. Like everything else in the human experience it exists on a spectrum. From just a picture of a naked dude showing face & boner up through an image showing full Sissification with embedded text displaying extremely personal details. This can also range from blurry, out of focus pics taken in a dark room where you can barely see the guy on up through fags who have multiple surveillance cameras operating throughout their home where you can watch them 24/7/365. If you are looking for more examples run a search (obviously with Safe Search off) for "Exposed Faggots". Check out the links & make sure to check out the Images as well. If you would like to see a specific individual please feel free to copy & paste this into the search engine of your choice & you can see mine. Faggot Justin Keith Anglin Exposed I personally prefer the results I get from Yandex.com* as Google is going to shit at the moment. I have also been using this site* [ [think before following links] https://udm14.com/ ] which allows you to run a search through Google without the AI bullshit. Hopefully this post has given you a bit of insight into this burgeoning fetish, well as far as the gay version of it is concerned. I'm gonna do at least a small series of posts here going more in depth into this topic so look out for those. Thanks for reading this all the way to the end. I hope you have a great day/night & I'll see you in the next one! -Justin Keith *- Sorry my dude. I inserted links at these spots so you could just click on the words but for some reason once I published they didn't work. I must have done something wrong. My bad!
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My sexy af cousin Clay came into the apartment around noon. He was spent. He had not even changed out of his practice swimsuit, but threw a hoody on and jumped in his car. He dove for me on the couch with only my cum and sweat stained jock on. He shoved his hand down my abs into the front cupping my balls and searching for my hole. He said he had tons to tell me about practice, Coach Jeff smacked his nude ass in the shower as he walked by, and whispered to Clay “I’m full of Jack’s cum!” He dozed off as he pointed to a message he took. While I was out being a sub bboy for all of BZ, a guy I knew from high school had called. He was actually my ‘little brother’ in high school as I was 2 years older. He was all kinds of hot. Michael was tall and lanky, a mixture of Asian, white, Native American or Latino and gorgeous. He was the youngest of 5 boys and didn’t have much except hand me downs, and a lot of grief from his older bros. He was a natural athlete, playing basketball, football, running track, and he surfed/swam/hiked for fun. I was so sad when I left him for college that all I did was study, run, lift, and swim. By the time winter break had come along, I was looking sexy. I was 19, a college man, and was excited to see my friends—especially Michael. He wasn’t a letter writer. And we had spoken once or twice, but I told him I’d meet him at our party spot at the end of the beach road with the gang. When I got there no one was there. It was pretty late so I figured my young mates had a curfew, but when I pulled into the beach overlook, there was Michael leaning up against a tree and shivering. He saw my car and ran to it, Jumping in and grabbing me for a bear hug. He said some of the others went on ahead and he stayed to wait for me. As he didn’t have his own car. I held onto him for a bit ‘to help warm him up’ and he turned up the heat in the car. We sat there awkwardly at first, then I reached in the glove box and pulled out my pipe and torch. We sat there and got nice and spun when he noticed it was almost 2. I said I need to get home and that I would drop him off, but tonight he offered for me to crash at his place. His Mom and brothers were away, and he was alone. He was never alone in the house. When we got to the big, beat up house Michael and I headed for the den. He had turned up the heat, drank some G and flew in the clouds, and lost his shirt, jeans and boots and was wearing some CK boxer briefs. I shucked my hoody and sneakers as we flopped onto the couch and flicked on the TV. Michael told me to lose the jeans, so I did, to reveal a tiny N2N bikini. He laughed at first then pointed that I was giving his physique some competition. The DVD was playing some bi MMF swinger porn, and we laughed and pointed. The movie turned a bit as the women fell back and it was just men on men action in a big play space. He said “What the fuck? Speedo dudes with bikini tan lines. Those guys aren’t bi. They gotta be gay!” We got silent as we tried to rub our stiffening cocks, without letting the other see, and my red bikini was nearly see thru from my drooling cock. I had lost myself in the video and watched 3 sexy jocks with tiny Speedo tan lines go for it. I had slipped my hand into the bikini and was grabbing at my meat without really stroking it. My wet and see thru bikini was sliding down my thighs, and I was almost openly stroking when I noticed he had stopped and was staring at me. He said “Dude, you look like one of these guys. You into this stuff?” I stopped and pulled up my bikini and turned away saying it was a hot scene. “Yeah, but you have those ball hugger briefs and even the bikini tan lines. You go to the beach in a Speedo. You’re a fag!?” I bolted from the house with my clothes in my hand and not looking back. I never called or spoke to Michael again, but I always wondered what happened to him. I stayed in So. Cal and never bothered to look him up when I went home, but here he had called and asked that I call him at his hotel. I took a swig of G and grabbed my phone, asked to be connected to room 2669, and he answered. “Hey Michael, it’s Jack.” He stumbled at first, then said hey and spoke about nothing. Family, weather, etc. Then I was silent and asked, “Michael, what’s going on? Why are you calling?” “Dude, I am flying through LA, had a layover, and thought I would say hey!” His hotel was fairly close and asked to meet me for a drink. I reluctantly agreed. Initially, I didn’t care what I looked like, but I do live in boys town, so I put on some white Universal Gym Shorts, my same worn out jock strap, a V neck Black T-shirt and black ball cap. When I got there I planned to say ‘Yes, Michael, your former high school big brother and best friend is a cock loving, cum drinking, muscle worshipping fag!” and walk out. I walked in and he was to the side reading a magazine in the gay bar. He looked up, smiled, and I melted. He looked even hotter than before. It had been five years, but he was still fit, bulked up, but his dimples and smile said that maybe I should hear him out. He went in for a hug and I stood there and he said “I’m not letting go until you hug me back!” I did, and we sat and he said he wanted to apologize to me. He freaked out when he saw me looking like and at the dudes in the porno, that I was wearing the gear we used to tease fags for wearing, and that it had all turned him on. Michael apologized because he is a faggot just like me, but he wasn’t ready to admit it then. I looked at him in disbelief as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Then he chuckled and asked “what the fuck are you wearing? Are you walking the strip for cash?” I laughed and said I wanted him to know “I was a full fledged cock-sucker.” “That isn’t how to prove it to me, babe!” He kept kissing me in the bar, and he was all hands. I grabbed him and told him to come on! He was in town for a personal training class, and that some of the other trainers were trying to do some modeling, go-go dancing, etc. I told him he ought to meet my neighbor Danny. He is a scout and that he had the build Danny seeks, plus, I get a recruiter fee. He looked interested, “Yeah, I get a piece of fetish gear for every piece of ass I introduce to him” He slid behind me and used his rough worn fingers to find my hole in my jock. He slid two digits in and looked and nodded “Yu are a wild fag aren’t you, babe?” We walked over to the ABS with porn, lubes, etc. and he said ‘Come on, show me where to go!” as he pushed me to the back. He paid our admission to the arcade and we went in. There were 20 or so booths around the edges of the room with a center row. “What makes you think I want to play around with you?” I asked, and he took my shorts, pulled them to the floor in front of 20 or so other guys. He pulled off his shirt, and showed his ripped perfect pecs and abs, put his cap on backward, and dropped his jeans to the floor. He was bulging out of a Cocksox bikini, nearly nude, hard and got down on his knees to suck me. I shed my shirt, but kept on my jock as it was filled with loads. I wanted it to get raunchier. He sucked me deep in the middle of the arcade and guys were watching, stroking, rubbing his pecs and arms. This totally hot dude came from behind and slid his muscled sweaty body against me with his hard cock immediately teasing my raw hole. The tall blond from behind whispered, “Don’t you remember me, Jack, I’m your classmate...Michael's bro Matthew.” As he started to enter me and piston fuck me. I could hear this deep moaning and realized it was me getting ready to shoot into Michael as Matthew, bred my hole deep.” I started shooting into Michael’s mouth. He pulled up and stopped his orgasm. Michael and Matthew and I grabbed some Gatorade for a g-tail, partially dressed, and left the arcade and went back to their hotel. Matthew was also a personal trainer, and looked hotter than ever. While they shared the same parents, they had markedly different features. Matthew was Sandy Blond, built shorter and more stocky. He had been a defensive linesman on our football team, and Mathew was a tight end.
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I'm curious if anyone else has a suit and tie fetish. I love seeing pictures of men in suits. Part of it is the professionalism of how they're dressed, creating the idea that they are important men holding power. Another part of it is the mystery of what is beneath the suit. Suits often don't give much away, but a tailored suit hugs a man's body the right way. When they start to strip it all off, opening the dress pants and pulling out their swelling cocks, I'm in awe. I love seeing their white dress shirts opening, revealing hair chests beneath. I don't care if they're in their offices or if they're at a wedding, I just love seeing hot men in suits. Even a tie is hot, especially after the man has started to strip down, leaving nothing but the tie. If he's getting fucked, the other man can use it almost like a leash, pulling back on it to assert dominance. Even if the man is still fully dressed, seeing a tie covered in cum is incredibly sexy. Seeing a suit covered in cum is sexy. Suits aren't cheap, and if a man cums on your suit, he's really marking you. Does anyone else have this fetish? Where and when did this fetish come about for you? Does anyone have any pictures of hot men in suits that they'd like to share? Videos?
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So I'm hoping this is the right part of the forum to post this. As the title suggest, I'm a slut for these types of dudes. Then again, I'm a slut for a lot of types LOL The ubermasculine, tough and rough type of straight dudes, I'm immediately noticing these type of boys on the street. They don't have to be clasically handsome, they might have rough edges, brutish looks and it turns me on 😛 Some of them white trash also looks a bit more sleazy and unkempt but still ruggedly hot in a way, like damn there are some hot af homeless guys out there who I just want to slurp up. And I have to admit, if they are the guys that are 'all-about-the-pussy' and 'fag basher' types, it makes this boy even hornier. Not saying pretty boys aren't hot, wouldn't say no to one but there's just something special about them lol I like to sort of 'hunt' my way towards them, try to suggest and seduce them but it doesn't always work. But when it does, I feel like the the literal whore in heat haha. Most of them completely forget the condom when they actually get in the zone (sometimes with the help of a good porn with some busty girl) and just want to ram their delicious cocks into a hole. When they finish, they pretty much leave in a hurry or make me leave as fast as possible. Also there's this side to it where you have to coax some of them with actual cash and aren't all comfortable in it. Is it bad to say it makes me hot that I still get to enjoy their straight cocks? Surely I'm also not the only one here who's into these sort of things right?
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Having been (and still sort of) vanilla on the area of foot fetishism, the thought to explore and the act of exploring didn't occur to me until last year. After talking to a foot fetishist on Instagram, it awakened unfocused thoughts that I had several years ago. When I lost my virginity in December 2014, it was to a masc jock who had a sock fetish. I never thought to wear socks during sex, but he insisted I do so. He wore black socks, I wore white socks. His legs were hairy and long, and his feet were pretty big. That was my first hint of a fetish, or at least someone else's. When I lived up north of my current location, it seemed there were a lot more fetishists, especially ones who were into foot play. A guy on Grindr would take off his sandals and show me his sweaty feet in pictures. I remember thinking "that's nice". Another guy I found on a hookup app, a foot master, was very into having his feet served and talked about all the perks and everything involved in it. At that time, I only had a passing interest in men's feet, and actually felt kind of unsure, maybe even a bit disgusted by it. As my sexual encounters grew in numbers, my interest in men's feet started to bubble to the surface. It wasn't after I talked to a foot fetishist from the Pacific west last year that my desire for men's feet exploded. We talked about his experiences with feet and shared pics of feet that we liked, including his own, which are big and soft. It was then that I really wanted to engage in serving other men's feet. My actual "first time" acting on it was in 2020, when I hooked up with a guy from my area. When he came over, he laid on my bed and began to undress. As it had been so long since I had sex, something came over me to suddenly pull this guy's white socks off and lick his left sole and toes. It was brief, but that was just the start. My second experience happened last July. I invited a guy I talked to on Grindr over for a massage. Since I didn't know what his face looked like, I was nervous, but when he came to my door, he was tall, gorgeous and had a soft voice. I figured he was just going to remove his shirt and have me rub his back, but when we got into my room, he stripped naked and laid on his stomach on my bed. I was in awe at how beautiful this specimen of a man was. I proceeded to scoot in and rub lavender oil on his back, shoulders, neck, arms and legs. His muscles were tight, but I got him loosened up and relaxed. I wanted to rub spearmint lotion on his feet, but asked if I could play with them first, and he said I could. With his big feet dangling over the edge of the bed, I knelt down on the floor and picked up his right foot and leaned in to sniff it. Smelled like day-old sweat. The scent made me ravenous. I started running my tongue over his smooth sole, up to his heel, and back down again, then dragged my tongue under the bottoms of his toes and gently sucked on each toe, repeating this with his left foot. Both of his feet were in my hands at this point. I stuck the top half of his right foot far into my mouth and sucked his skin. It tasted amazing. After this, I massaged his feet with spearmint lotion and then we had sex (I will discuss that later). 😉 My third and most recent experience with feet was with a friend of a friend, but will keep that private. Along with the one foot fetishist, I have talked to several others, and I feel more comfortable now talking about feet, thinking about feet, and what I want to do to feet. As if my libido wasn't already high enough, foot fetishism has flooded my mind to where it occupies almost all of my daily thoughts, like it's a craving/addiction that must be satisfied immediately. I have a Tumblr blog solely dedicated to male feet and it already has nearly 4k followers and over 1000 posts. I really love the size, shape, texture, scent and flavor of a man's feet. Men's feet and toes that have the right amount of length and thickness to them drive me wild. Smooth, hairless feet are my favorite. I can't get enough.
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I have long loved seeing men with PAs, especially seeing them bareback with it in, and I have had the great pleasure five or six times to be the grateful recipient - ranging in gauge from 6 to 0 ga. I am also extremely attracted to men who have septums, especially larger gauge ones. I've never had the pleasure of kissing a man with a septum, but hope (and lust) springs eternal. I've read a fair amount about PAs, what different men say is the best - curved barbell, captive bead, screw in bead... The one thing I can't really find is men who have them, especially larger ones, talking about how it feels to the top, and men who get fucked by a man with them, talking about how it feels. It has unfortunately been about 6 years since I had one, which was 6 ga, and the 0 ga was probably twenty years ago. I DO remember how fast he made me cum! It is an experience I really want again. I'd like to hear from other men who have them, or who get fucked by men who have them. If this isn't your thing, please don't attempt to convince the rest of us how wrong we are. Just acknowledge that we like something different than you do and move on. No one's wrong, no one's right. I would also love to have someone to ask questions about all the different jewelry, i.e. door knockers, wands, etc, particularly for going in the dick. Reply here, or if you're willing to have ongoing conversations about this, send me a message.
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Does anyone have any weird or strange fetishes? or heard of any? Know anyone who does?
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In town for a few days and definitely wanna have some ffreaky fun. I'm able to host in my hotel room and can meet up most places. Hit me up on kik: Slave2Fist so we can link up 24yo blk 5'11 200lbs d&d free
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What have I gotten myself into? I'm still pretty spun at the moment so forgive me if this is a bit rambling. I just can't stop thinking of all the details. To preface, I'll admit I'm a snob. I'm the son of a middle-eastern doctor couple with a posh RP British accent, smug air of superiority, and private school education: I'm the full package. I'm not gonna try to sell myself as a good person through all this, I'm actually quite classist, but I think it provides some context to how this unfolded. It all probably goes back to the first time I was re-integrated into "normal society" when I left private school around 12 years old after a house move. I was used to being in a strictly traditional environment - correct elocution at all times, no slang, back straight, uniform neat, etc. Everyone's parents were businesspeople, lawyers, doctors, and the like: well-to-do, presentable pillars of society. The culture shock of seeing less-well-off people in a more deprived area was a bit much for me to handle. With my neat hair, tie and top button done up properly, and of course the unshakeable accent, I stuck out like a sore thumb. One thing I simply couldn't wrap my head around was the body modifications and bling. Women wore modest jewelry and men wore basically none - that was what I knew. Yet surrounding me were lads walking around with cropped hair, diamond studs, and thick chains, dressed like the "unemployed wasters" and "chavs" my parents always warned me to avoid in the streets. As I got older, these turned from more hideable choices to obvious and irreversible things, earlobes hanging loose after being stretched and tattoos peeking out from under shirt cuffs, that would make any of my old social circle recoil in horror. Anyway, that's enough pseudo-Freudian armchair psychology for now. I've since matured a lot. The accent stuck around for the most part, as did some of the deep-seated opinions about the above described people, though I became much more integrated and humble with age. As expected, I aced all my exams as a high-flyer and got into a good university for a fairly tough biological sciences course. The stress of the workload there eventually got to me, and a few breakdowns later, I joined the university gym for my mental and physical wellbeing. I started to feel better about myself, trim down a bit, and get muscular. Of course, the pandemic came and shut things down for a while, and university being university decided to ramp up membership costs at the gym after reopening. To save money, I signed myself up to the much cheaper local council gym - all the necessary freeweights, and just a 20 minute drive away, although less pristine and proper than some more up-market establishments. The clientele there were hugely different to my previous gym. There were far fewer posh boys using rowing machines and benching an empty bar to say the least. I felt like the youngest there by at least a decade, although still more or less on-par in terms of body size (except for the roiders). The place was full of skinheads, some people who looked high on crack, and a few faces I recognised from the local news as violent criminals. The first time I stepped in, I got an uneasy, twisting feeling in the pit of my stomach from just being around them. Needless to say, I never became particularly social there. Among them, though, there was one who stood out. He seemed fairly sociable and chatty with the others, but never interacted with me beyond a quick glance; maybe ten to fifteen years older than me, in his mid-thirties. He was pale as though he hardly saw the sun, much in contrast with my darker skin, with a thin, almost gaunt face and a somewhat squinting gaze. From his cheeks to his neck he was covered in a moderate layer of stubble and his hair was hidden a baseball cap. His body was much more toned than mine as well: still relatively jacked, but with obvious, discernable muscles and veins as opposed to my more cub-like build. What stood out most was just how closely he fit that common waster archetype of man moreso than anyone else at the gym. Both of his arms from where his shirt sleeve ended down to his gloves were covered in tattoos (the left one of a twisting dragon or snake, and the right of a floral pattern, with other miscellaneous shapes in the gaps). The holes in his earlobes were held open with cheap, black, acrylic tunnels to about the diameter of two of my fingers. When he wasn't lifting, with admittedly excellent form, or talking to others, he spent his time flexing in the mirror and deciding whether his steel curb chain would look better inside or outside his t-shirt that day. Maybe it's because we were complete opposites in everything other than height, with him maybe only an inch or two taller than me, that I couldn't help but look on in fascination. It was an eventuality that he'd notice me staring sooner or later. Disclaimer here: I am exclusively into men (in case that wasn't obvious from the website I'm posting on). I used to call it "gay" but the politics at university put me off the whole labelling culture. I won't go on about some extensive history of being abused or groomed, or my many underage and young-adult sexual exploits because I have none: the attraction just emerged as I was going through puberty and I never acted on it until university given my overbearing yet intolerant parents. Even then, it was only a few dates I ever went on. They were tall, conventionally handsome, smart, and sensitive, but something about the guys I was meeting there just meant I was never invested enough to want to see them beyond dinner. It was on my third day at that gym, shoulders in my routine, that he first spoke to me. "Your form's a bit off, need some help?" a scratchy, slightly nasal, almost cockney voice called over my shoulder. I lowered my gaze slightly as I re-racked the weight and my eyes instantly fell on his. Instinctively, they flickered to some of his most noteable features and then away. "No, I'm fine," I snapped, my tone obviously flustered and clearly harsher than it needed to be. "Alright, mate, I'm just trying to help!" he replied, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk and holding his hands up. I huffed and re-mounted the barbell for my next set, my eyes casting a quick glance back to him before I did. I noticed his right sleeve extended a few branching patterns above his collar and half-way up his neck. Admittedly, I could feel my form was off. I had increased my load maybe a bit too much and there was a twinge in my back, along with the distracting degenerate standing behind me. "Y'see? Your hips are just tilting a little bit to the right," he continued to critique as I tried to keep my eyes on myself "If I just..." With those three words I felt a weight on my hips gently guiding them to the left and forward. I glanced down and saw him close against my back with his toned, inked arms readjusting my stance. He was close enough to smell his bitter, chemically, musky cheap aftershave with an underlying whiff of tobacco on his breath. I felt an electric jolt shoot down my back, into my groin, and down my legs as I lost my balance and threw the bar clumsily back on to the rack. "What do you think you're doing touching me? Don't touch me! You threw off my form and I almost injured myself!" I shouted, my face turning bright red as I continued to react to him and draw attention to myself. "The fuck is wrong with you?" he asked laughing "Felt something with my hands on your hips, eh?" With that I stormed off out of the gym. Workout be damned - I was too embarrassed to continue. I hopped back in my car and drove back to my student flat, telling myself it was that mutilated, showy chav that was the problem, not me. Without giving myself time to think, I went straight to bed. Now, some details about this gym - it's right on the outskirts of town, between a depressingly grey council estate of sprawling house-flats and an opposingly beautiful forest. I got through my day of studying, seminars, and lab work, then headed out to the gym for leg day and to finish my shoulder routine. I got a couple of awkward glances from people who recognised me from the previous day's outburst, but for the most part people had either forgotten or didn't care. I maintained my load mainly, just increasing reps, and finished up shortly before closing time. It was still fairly light out as I left, so I noticed from a distance when I saw him propped up against the driver's side door of my car. "Pretty nice vehicle you got here," he taunted "How much did it set your parents back?" I bit my lip to hold back my urge to say something along the lines of 'more than you'd ever see' and asked him to move out of the way. "Nah mate, you gotta get something off your chest," he responded, "and once you do that, then I'll let you go home." "I'll just call the police," I responded. "Fine," he said, stepping back from the car and turning to walk towards the forest "just keep your problems bottled up then." As he left, I reached for my car handle, then stopped. I looked directly over to him, taking in his general figure rather than his strikingly chavvy features for the first time. A thought came to mind, but before I could acknowledge it I snuffed it out and locked my car door, chasing him down the public footpath. "What do I need to get off my chest?" I asked him, still a bit flustered. "You're asking as if I know," he replied. I moved to get mad at him for wasting my time when I noticed that same smirk again as my dark, brown eyes locked with his milky blue ones. He knew something about me that I didn't, or at least that I wasn't admitting. The look made me feel uncomfortable. "Is it really that obvious if I have some problem?" I continued, my tone quieter, almost defeated. "I noticed you constantly looking over at me since you first joined," he mentioned "or at least at parts of me..." "I just..." I started, then trailled off, not being able to find the words to articulate myself. "Let me guess, you're a rich kid, sheltered by your parents and groomed into being perfect. You constantly look for approval from older snobs and such so you can fit into the upper crust and live a decent, presentable life. Despite that, you've seen lads like me who look so different to what you've been told that your curiosity can't help but make you look. I'm so far off what you've been told a person should be like that you want to know more," he reeled off, almost rehearsedly "Is that right?" I was lost for words. He'd articulated my thoughts perfectly, better than even I could to myself. I started to wonder if maybe he wasn't quite as idiotic as I'd first assumed. I didn't know what else to say but nod. "I'll be honest, mate, you're the first posh boy I've seen who seems more interested than just put off," he continued "I'm actually interested what keeps you looking at me." "Well, it's just that..." I started, pausing to gain confidence "Why would you spend time and money just to look like that? I could understand if it was just your natural features, but you've put effort in trying to screw up how you look!" "You nervous about asking? It's a talking point, and I like how it looks," he responded with a chuckle "That's just who I am, like how you don't have any tatts and you lift and you talk all posh because that's who you are. I'm proud of this look; fuck everyone else." "And it doesn't get in the way of getting a job?" I interrogated. "Loads of people get rich with body mods - take basically any celebrity!" "And you?" "I couldn't wrap my head around GCSE maths even. I just do... this and that, on the side of the dole," he said with a wink, taking amusement in my expression "basically already accepted I'm not gonna get any higher than odd manual labour jobs." "Do you feel it?" I blurted out "As in, not when you had all that stuff done, but now. Do you feel it in?" "Heh, you really are curious, aren't you? The tatts, not really, but I see them in the mirror every day; they're a part of me forever. The gauges, yeah. They're just a bit heavy - lets me know they're in for everyone to see when I'm out and about. Never got any other piercings because I figured these were enough to look how I want - rough and masc," he explained "I can't explain how they feel to someone without them really, but I don't think you should get any for yourself if you want my two cents. Hope that's what you wanted to hear." I stared for a moment, then averted my gaze. His answer was basically everything I hoped to know, all of my questions answered, but I couldn't admit it for whatever reason. He patted me on the back with a chuckle at my response, sending another electric jolt down from my back to my perineum. "I wonder if you know you're gay yet," he pondered out loud. "What? Oh don't try that psychoanalitical mind game bull with me," I sighed "Of course I know I'm into dudes. You got a problem with that?" "Don't worry, I ain't a big fan of women and tits either. And you're using 'into dudes' rather than 'gay' for the same reason you like to lift," he said, hitting a nerve once again as he read me like a book "Not because you're in denial, but because you never really clicked with the whole gay crowd you met before, right?" "What's your point?" I asked, dodging his question rather than conceding. "You're a bright lad. Hell, you got into uni. You still haven't put it together? You're curious about men with body mods and my look but don't want to get any yourself, and you're into lads." "No..." I responded uncertainly as we arrived back at the gym car park. I noticed the expression on his face drop from amused to slightly concerned as he looked ahead. I turned to see what had caused the shift in his mood to see the gates to the car park firmly locked and the gym's lights out, with my car still stuck inside the car park. "Shit, mate. Sorry!" he apologised, running a hand across the back of his head "I let it get a bit late." "Damn, I'll have to walk back home," I sighed "A bit of cardio, at least." "Nah, mate. Would not recommend that around these parts if you wanna keep your head on your shoulders... bit of an EDL crowd around this ends if you know what I mean," he explained with genuine concern in his eyes. "I see. What would you suggest I do?" I asked hesitantly. "You gotta work tomorrow? If not, you could crash at my place?" he offered "Hell, could be nice to have someone to chat to before bed." I thought about it and reluctantly agreed. I had nothing scheduled for the next day and could catch up on lab work and study over the weekend. He hadn't attacked me in the forest with ample opportunity to do so, even when he found out about my orientation. I went along on the condition I got his name: Kyle. He asked for mine as well, and chuckled at how I definitely wouldn't last five minutes walking through this part of town by myself. We arrived back at his flat: the upper floor of a drab, mass-produced, sixties-era brick of a two-storey around two minutes from the gym by foot. As I stepped in, I was met with the smell of tobacco and his bitter cologne rich in the air. I coughed a bit and he offered me some water before we both sat down at opposite ends of a worn sofa. I glanced over to him to find him staring back at me with a soft smile. "What's the matter?" I asked, shifting nervously in my seat. "I should be asking you! You're so tense!" he chuckled "Wanna hit some tina? Loosen up a bit" "What?" "Tina: meth," he elaborated, pulling out a burnt glass pipe and a small baggie "my treat!" "Meth?! Are you insane?" "Ever smoked weed before?" he asked. "A couple of times... but meth?" I followed. "They're both class B," he carried on, heating the pipe and taking a hit "Same crime! You wanna loosen up a bit so we can chat or am I doing this alone?" I agreed cautiously, falling both for his logic and some deep-seated tugging curiosity I couldn't identify. The smell and taste was instantly familiar - he wasn't wearing any 'chemical aftershave' before. I started to feel slightly more relaxed in myself, and a bit more energised, almost like I'd had a good espresso. He asked if I was OK and I nodded with a cough. "Great... so... 'into lads'..." he said, stretching back "been getting much action recently?" "Nah, I'm a virgin," I responded bluntly "Not shy about it. My choice." "For real? But mate you're fit!" he exclaimed a bit too loudly for comfort "You could have anyone, at least if you kept your trap shut! How old are you? Twenty-one?" "Twenty-two," I responded "And I've had my fair share of dates. I just never clicked with any of them, and I want to save it for someone special." "Man I was fucking as soon as I hit fifteen," he laughed "Just a bit of fun with other lads at school. None of them were all wanky rahs like you, though." "Wanky rahs?" "I mean that in a good way. You're cute, sorta. Not a huge fan of fem guys myself," he smiled "Now you're relaxed, you feel like admitting you know the connection between that and the ink and stuff?" "Well, I guess you're a bit different to guys I've tried to date before, even to any I've associated witu before," I started unsurely as he nodded "and I dunno... I guess I had some sexual feelings about it? Like I'm curious about what other guys were lacking." "Getting there," he said, offering me another hit of tina "How you feeling about it now?" "I guess I feel like I want to get to know you a bit..." I started, prompting him to raise an eyebrow "and... I guess I already know some about you and haven't lost interest so I'm sorta further along than with those other guys..." "You ever kissed anyone before?" he asked, leaning close. "No..." I replied softly, my stomach doing backflips as I lifted my head towards his face. Kyle kissed me softly, closed mouth at first, then pulled away to look into my eyes briefly before going in deeper. I ran my hand behind his head and neck, brushing my fingers against his chain as his stubble scratched my face and his soft, damp tongue massaged mine. He pulled away enough for me to see him more fully and I panicked, withdrawing slightly. "Take another hit of tina," he instructed, and I complied as he fiddled with his right gauge "I sussed you out when I first caught you nervously glancing at me. Your eyes went straight to my ears. One problem with these is maintenance. I haven't cleaned them since last weekend and you get a sort of smegma build-up under them." Kyle removed the jewelry and I watched his ear flop down as he placed the tunnel, now coated with some white paste made of dead skin and such, on the table. It jiggled as he moved, making my dick twitch slightly. He reached for a tissue and wiped away the residual build-up on his ear, then leaned back over. "You can't believe that people have these, can you?" he asked, looking into my eyes with dilated pupils as I shook my head "Let me see if my hunch was right then. I want you to feel it and stick your finger through my ear hole." Without hesitation, I reached up and ran my hand up Kyle's neck and to his ear. It felt like my opportunity to fully confirm my fascination. I careessed the loose skin between my fingers at first, then pushed my index finger through. My dick jumped straight into an erection, even through the tina, as the warm skin hugged around my finger. He smiled, leaning in slowly for another kiss. "Just what I thought," he chuckled "you're a stigmatophile, maybe a chav fetishist too." "Those are some long words for a guy like you," I said as he whipped off his shirt, revealing the sleeves to coalesce in the middle of his chest where his shiny, thick, silver-coloured chain hung. "I know my sex jargon," he smirked, sticking a thumb under his curb chain and rattling it to assess my response "it means you're turned on by tattoos and piercings; in your case lads with those. Seems like your dick likes a chain too! And before you ask, yeah the chain never comes off unless it's life-or-death." "I like the contrast too," I declared, beginning to undress myself with a wave of relief "I like being all pure-looking like this with someone who isn't." "Same here," he growled "Though the sorta sluts I've been with hardly looked pure. What should we do with the rest of the night?" "I'm... not sure," I pondered hesitantly as some doubts began to set in "Kissing felt nice, but I don't know if I should have done it. God, I gave you my first kiss! I said I wanted to save myself. What about STDs and things too?" "I'm HIV negative, and everything else negative, and taking PrEP too," he said hurriedly, scrambling through some papers to produce a document confirming his status from two weeks ago "but that aside, I think you're still holding back. You watched The Matrix?" "Everyone has," I replied, now completely naked. "Great, so you know when Morpheus offers Neo the blue pill or the red pill. You get what I mean when I say that too?" he asked, his train of thought almost jumping "You can choose to just stay as you are or fully understand what all your feelings are about. First though, I have to know... do you trust me?" I nodded, my inhibitions more far gone than I had known before, and watched as Kyle produced a tray from under his sofa, on which sat a torniquet, some needles, cleaning wipes, cotton wool, and vials of sterile water. I watched in nervous amazement as he filled them both with some tina and water, marking one with a pen. "IV? Can't we just smoke?" I asked. "In theory, yeah," he whined "but trust me, this is different." "Fine. Just don't screw up my arm." "Yours is lighter than mine but still strong enough for a newbie, so I marked it," he said "Now, left or right arm?" I presented my left arm, my heart racing in fear and anticipation, and he tied the torniquet around it, slapping a few areas until he found a thick vein. He cleaned it off, let it dry, told me to relax and breathe normally and inserted it. I winced a little as he smirked at the blood slowly entering the syringe. As he pressed down the plunger, he spoke to me softly. "Now, tell me how you really feel. Don't hold back. I want you to admit it all." I felt warm and tingly at first, then once the cotton wool was pushed down on my arm and the torniquet removed, I felt the rush rising up through my body. I coughed and spluttered as my vision and hearing started to spin and I was hit with a buzzing wave of euphoria. My ears felt full and my body felt weak. "You are the sexiest man I have ever seen," I started saying as I lost my last inhibitions "You look so far gone and corrupted. You're ugly in all the right ways. I like to pretend I'm better than you but I should be put in my place. I want to stay true to how I am but I want to share how fucked up you are." "How can we do that?" he asked, finding a vein on himself and plunging the tina in. "Fuck me. Take my virginity," I begged "I think this is what I've been saving it for. I want to give it all to you. Make me feel inferior." "That's what I wanted to hear since I first saw you bench," he smiled, discarding the needle and falling on his back "I should say, I'm a top, and me being thirty-seven and also the fucked up one out of us, I think it only makes sense I wreck you." I moaned in agreement. Throwing away my cotton ball to kiss him and rub my hands over his solid, toned pecs, wrapping my fingers between his warm skin and cold chain. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against the inside of my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and under my tongue, violating every crevice he could reach. "Get on all fours for me, it lets me penetrate deeper," he commanded, and I complied instantly, crawling on to the carpet. I looked ahead as I felt his body lean over me, his cold chain draping to tickle my back as he leant in to suck the side of my neck. This continued for a few seconds before I heard him say it. "No." "No?" I asked, breathing heavily. "No, this isn't right," he continued, as I felt disappointment begin to set in "You're a stigmatophile, yeah? You like that I'm all chavvy. It's about looks. You should get to see this. Get on your back." A rush of excitement came over me through the ongoing euphoric haze as I flipped over and spread my legs for him. He gently pushed them apart with his tattooed hands and positioned himself close to me, his thighs rubbing against areas nobody else had ever touched. I squirmed. He reached over to his table to grab a condom, but before he could open it I grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Is it OK if I say anything I want?" I asked so as not to scare him, to which he nodded "In that case, if we're doing this we do it properly. I want you to do everything to me, and you can't do that with a condom." "You want me to breed you?" he asked, his own breath quickening "It's not like I never do that but for your first time, you sure?" "And more. Fuck me up inside so I can't turn back later," I begged, running my finger along the pattern of his tattoos. "Lube?" he asked, now getting excited at my kinky side "You want my spit?" "Not just that," I panted, looking at his left ear and then to the table "add that stuff that built up under your tunnels." His eyes grew wide for a moment, then squinted again with an 'oh fuck yes'. He muttered the words 'dirty whore' and 'kinky fucker' as he handed me the pipe to take further hit after hit while I watched him carefully scrape up what gunk he could from his tunnels before putting them back in. He wiped it against my hole, sticky and elastic, and slowly pushed it ever so slightly in. "Take that inside of you, this is a first even for me," he growled "my gauge build up is inside of you and it's gonna stay there. You're gonna take everything from me." With that, he produced a huge glob of spit which hung from his lower lip before falling directly against the opening of my hole with a splatting noise. I watched him slap his pale, seven-inch, uncut dick straight against my hole a few times as he pulled a face and groaned. He looked up at me and, noticing I was still buzzing heavily from the high, shoved his dick inside me in one slow but continuous motion. It stung more than I had expected, but the pleasure of the rush made me crave the pain. Opening my eyes once I felt completely full, I looked up at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Starting from the bottom, I saw my limp, hairy belly and my semi-hard dick, with my legs splayed. Between my tanned thighs, I saw his pale, hairless abs pressed up against my ballsack. My gaze scanned upwards to his tight, pink nipples and his chain against the backdrop of some probably meaningless latin on his chest, swinging ever so slightly forward with gravity and catching the light from the corner of the room. His tattooed chest and arms flexed, the muscles moving under the skin as he held my ankles wide open. His hat had come off now, revealing a shaved head save for a strip of short hair running down the middle of his head. I looked up at his face, aged by smoking and drug use, as he scrunched up his eyes and breathed slowly, letting himself adjust to the rush. His eyes snapped open and locked with mine after a quick head shake and he smirked down at me. "You OK down there yet?" he asked. "It fucking hurts," I said "Go for it." "You are a horny fuck, aren't you?" he chuckled, leaning down to kiss me and bringing his arms down to caress my body as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started to thrust, slow and methodical at first. I winced a bit, but nodded encouragingly for him to continue. As he went faster I felt my hole cramping around his dick, until he was finally in a good moderate rhythm. The tina heightened all of my senses and my awareness. At the entrance of my hole, I could feel the shifts in texture as the ridge of the head of his dick passed through it, almost all the way out so that just his urethra was inside of me, then plunged back in, with the shaft and ridges of foreskin following. With each thrust, the slimy and slightly grainy combination of ear smegma and spit mushed against the skin around my hole. I ran my arms along his arms and chest and around the back of his neck, feeling his calcified veins and muscles. With each jerky thrust, his chain swung and made a clinking noise at it bounced off of his pecs, and his enlarged ears hung slightly and wobbled. Every now and again he would lean down and kiss me with a grin, and I'd feel his chain tapping against my chin. All of my senses and darkest unknown fantasies were being stimulated at once by the relative stranger between my legs. After some amount of time, the clock confirming it, I felt something cold and wet dripping on me. He was damp with sweat that was collecting all over his body and face, dripping down on to me and mixing with mine. Instinctively, one of my hands reached down to my dick and tugged at it furiously, sending a watery load shooting over both of us. I moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he laughed "Bet you never felt an orgasm like that before!" "Are we done?" I asked looking up at him, as he looked down at our crotches and pulled his dick out "I still sorta wanna keep going." "Ooo, might be, lad," he said, sucking in air through his teeth "Bit dirty back here, anyway." "Should I douche?" "Nah mate, it's cool. I wanted you to feel it properly anyway. Can't feel liquids going in if it's too wet. It isn't bad or nothing." "Then what's wrong?" I pressed "Did you cum?" "Nah, to be honest," he said with a pause "I might have gone a bit too hard on you. Noticed a bit of blood back here and it isn't mine." Something stirred inside of me at that. I felt more vulnerable than before, and for whatever reason my dick was suddenly rock hard. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him gently towards me. "Kyle, I need you to breed me more than ever, please," I begged in a hushed tone. "Lad, you already got some spit and gunge in you," he replied "even I've never used piercing gunge like that." "I..." I started hesitantly "I need another IV tina. I need to be honest with you. Please, do it with me and I will explain myself. And yes, I'm sure about this." He pulled me into another kiss as we stood up and pointed me towards his bedroom. I went ahead while he fixed two large glasses of water and grabbed the tray from the lounge-kitchen. The bedroom was lit up by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Kyle's bed was a mess, with a thin, ragged sheet that looked like it had never been washed cast over the mattress. I tossed it aside haphazardly and flopped on the bed, while he handed me my glass to drink and prepared the slams. "You still have some in your system" he explained "so another 0.3 should do a newbie like you nicely." "I'll explain why I need to be bred when I'm deeper in the zone," I said as he inserted the needle "Fuck me with your unprotected dick as soon as my slam is done and talk to me honestly once you've slammed yourself." I fell on my back and felt his dick going in while the crescendo of the high came on. My lower body spasmed in pain as he forced himself in until his balls were pressed against my ass crack. My breathing felt odd, and I pressed my palms into my forehead while focusing to control it. "Fuck my bleeding hole hard," I mumbled, peeping through my hands to see him finish off his slam "Make me feel worthless." His face contort as he flexed and groaned, pressing his crossed forearms into his forehead and groaned, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth. He let out a growl as his arms came down sideways, keeping them flexed and landing them next to. "You wanna feel worthless, yeah? You a little high-and-mighty good boy, yeah?" he whispered breathlessly, picking up the pace with his hips and keeping his body upright with a wild, almost malicious look of pleasure on his face "Well look at you now. Out there you think you're something special, but now you're being fucked by my old druggie cock. You could've just slept here but you wanted to let a jobless, drug using, mid-thirties chav take your innocence and leave you broken. Looking down at this little posh boy losing his innocence like this just makes me so much harder too. You wanted to settle down, yeah? Make loads of money with a decent guy?" "I did. I wante-" I started, but was cut off by him grabbing my cheeks and holding my mouth and teeth open. He sprayed my face with spit, some of it landing on my tongue. I blinked and flinched at it, then watched with terrified eyes as he snorted and hocked, stretching his conventionally unattractive face to produce another glob of spit. As it dripped from his pursed lips, I noticed it was slightly yellow, dehydrated by tina and mixed with phlegm. As it landed on my helpless tongue and started to slide down my throat, my mouth was filled with the flavour of tobacco. The string of spit eventually disconnected from his lips as he grinned. He wiped my face dry clumsily with his finger then stuck it in my mouth. "Shut the fuck up when I'm talking and swallow," he commanded as he started to thrust again, and I obliged, trying not to gag but loving every moment of my corruption as more of his fluids entered my body "Swallow my spit. Anyone you kiss from now, you're kissing them using my spit, understand? Now, where was I... "How the fuck are you going to settle down like you're expected to? You weren't clicking with any of those respectful guys from before. I'll admit, you're doing a good job embracing your masc side, but what you were really looking for was a real fucking man to dominate you. Even if you do find some ideal posho now though, it's too late. You'll probably never do anything this fucking sleazy with a decent lad. Hell, you'll definitely never even be able to get high like this, or take some of the stuff I've shoved in you. You're physically closer to me than you'll ever be to anyone else, and even if you get to that level with another guy, I did it first and without even getting to know you. Your sense of intimacy is fucked now, even if you pretend it isn't." "What if I love you?" I asked, my mind beginning to ramble "I think I love-" "Ha! Mate you really are fucked," he sneered "I don't love you! Hell, this means nothing to me. Sex is just a bit of fun for me. I've fucked guys I know way less than you. Now that just a laugh to know I'm fucking up your love life." "If you get a kick out of ruining me, go the full way," I moaned, my dick throbbing with a combination of horniness, euphoria, and growing regret "give me your semen." "Not gonna lie, lad, it's hard to cum on T," he sighed, slowing down a bit "what was it you wanted to say about wanting my cum?" "When you fill someone with semen, how long do you think it stays in there?" I asked as he rocked back and forth gently. "I dunno, depends how long until you next shit," he said with a shrug. "Not exactly," I said, experiencing every part of him picking up the pace as I continued "Ejaculating is supposed to deliver sperm for fertilisation. Those sperm have enzymes to break their way into an egg by digesting their way in. They're meant to burrow. "The colon is also very absorptive, so it soaks up stuff well. When you cum in someone, those sperm and that absorption encourage them to embed themselves in there. They burrow in and deposit their DNA - your DNA - permanently." "Fuck me," he said, eyes rolling back as I felt his dick throb "so everyone I breed has a bit of me in them for life?" "It's more like all of your DNA is a part of them for life," I said, feeling my dick get closer to climax as I kept explaining it "But since you've made a few tears up in me, those swimmers are gonna get into my blood and burrow into all sorts of bits. Do a good enough DNA test on me even after I die and they might find your genes in me. So, breed me up. Make me carry you inside of me forever. Get in me and fuck up my whole body." "Fuck yes, take me forever you worthless slut," he groaned, starting to jerk as my words brought him close to cumming "You're gonna be fucking ruined after this, knowing my chavvy genes are a part of you. Yes... Yeah! TAKE IT!" With that, he thrust into me ten times, hard, with a pause between each one. Each thrust, he shouted 'Take it!' loud enough that the neighbours could hear. My sensitive hole felt the pressure of each jet of his cum squeezing its way up, and I started moaning and shooting a powerful load over his chin and chest. My mind was spinning, processing everything that happened, processing the disgusting stuff I had done and said, and the stuff the older waster sleazebag who had done it to me. He broke my daze with a light kiss, laughing quietly. "That was fucking fun," he whooped, propping himself up over me "So I guess you're mine forever now, lol!" "What do we do now?" I asked, post nut clarity and vulnerability joining the array of emotions. I knew there were still lots of one-sided feelings in place. "Well, I dunno about you but I gotta piss," he said, slowly sliding out "BRB." "Wait!" I shouted a bit too loud, pulling his hips back in with my legs "Do it inside of me." And that brings me to now. It's been a while since Kyle finally pulled out. After he peed, he stayed in me for at least another half an hour, though it may have been longer, fucking my beyond ruined body with small thrusts to not let any of his juices out. Eventually he got tired and rolled over next to me. My thighs ached as they came out of their previous drawn-up position, after hours of activity. We cuddled and talked about the fuck until he drifted off to sleep. Honestly I don't know how he can sleep on tina; I've been awake since and it already looks like it's daytime through the curtain outside. Before he passed out though, he whispered something to me. "I don't care if it means something to you; it doesn't to me. I don't love you and it turns me on that I ruined that for you," he said sleepily "but that doesn't mean I definitely won't catch feelings. You're still my first posh-boy." I don't know what to do. I'm still snuggled up in his arms and have been playing with his tunnels and chain and running my hand over his muscles, tatts, and stubble while I reflected on the situation. I've come down enough to realise how fucked I've been, but I still can't bring myself to get out of bed to squeeze out what piss and sperm I haven't soaked into my blood, not that it would make much difference. Now I'm left with a choice: 1) Take off, pretend this never happened, and try to live the rest of my life enjoying successful but ultimately hollow relationships, or 2) Be with this fuck-up of a man and anyone else he might want to fuck me with and live out my days like this, being looked down on with him in public and spending my money on drugs and cigarettes. Either way, I've probably ruined everything. What should I do?
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Ok you sick fuckers!...As the title states who would it be and how? I guess because of recent documentaries...I'd choose Aaron Hernandez. It's all fantasy so he be alive..lol....and very dominant!...hate fuck me with that huge uncut dick...and shoot his load up my ass hard....Henry Cavill could help as well and add his load.....Scott Caan could sit on my face and smother me and I'd die a very cumdump!....wink
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Im poz and Im slut. I got that humiliation fetish. I like top guys to humiliate me with dirty words. So, please tell me who I am!
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Dear sir, just wondering where it would be most appropriate to discuss kink? I do enjoy watersports, but there are are kinks I'm very interested that aren't cum/status centric. Is there an appropriate place on this site for that?
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Anyone ever found any porn with the sub getting anally wrecked by a dom’s booted feet? I enjoy watching fisting, and foot fisting. But I always fantasized about taking a winged tip boot or a cow boy boot up my ass. Want to see if anyone else have done it or have seen porn with this.
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Does cumming into your own ass still count as breeding? I have been doing this for a few years now. Lately, I have found it really horny if I take a load or two from my fuck buddies, and then after they have left I stick my cock into my ass and use their cum as lube. My cock gets covered in their cum when I am fucking my ass with it. Though quite a bit of the cum leaks out my ass when I am shoving my cock in. Things can get very cummy and sloppy :) I get so turned on knowing my cock is inside my freshly loaded ass, that I can cum pretty quick. Especially, if I also do poppers. The other week, I took 3 loads from 2 guys and then I cummed into my ass right after, mixing my load with theirs. Fuck, it felt amazing. I was on a real high. Wanted to sleep after that, and didnt want to leak cum into my bed, so I pushed all the cum out and got my phone to record all the cum dripping out my hole. Love watching it back, gets me so hard and wanting more. My fantasy is to get a guy to breed me with my cock in my ass. Once, I did get a guy to fuck me at the same time as my cock was in, but it was painful with two cocks in me, so had to stop. Total respect to guys who can DP. It is not easy! It is getting totally addictive but I am loving it
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Hi Guys Booked a holiday for the 6th October to Gran Canaria during fetish week. Staying in an Airbnb on my own. Looking to meet guys for social meets and fun. Also looking to try some new stuff out fetish wise. If you want to chat, meet get in touch.
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Opening a line to connect Fort Myers Florida brotherhood. What's going on out there. Me and partner new to the area. Share, share, share......the brotherhood......Both vers raunch pigs, one more top and other more bottom.
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So I was horny the other day and started searching for some porn to jack off to... I googled 'amateur gay sling fuck' and got some good results. Watched a few videos, shot my load... job done! Afterwards I started thinking about how I really get turned on by being in a sling/watching guys getting fucked in a sling etc... What is it about slings and why do they turns me on so much? Then I remembered that when I was about 19/20yrs, I visited San Francisco and hooked up with a hot older leather muscle daddy who had a full playroom. He fucked me for hours in his sling. It was one of the hottest fucks I've ever had. I believe that was the first time I had ever been in a sling too. I'm starting to think that that is the foundation of the fetish. Does anyone have a similar experience? Anything happened in the past that has influenced a fetish?
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So guys..... who’s going this year? It’s my first time in Berlin ever.... hoping to take at least 10 loads a night and give out a good 5-6. I reckon Berlin is the place for that to happen isn’t it! im staying at the Novum City Centrum (pretty close to the action in Shoneberg) in a nice big triple room. I wouldn’t ever say no to a top or 3 or 7 coming to load me whilst im there hah. Comment if you’re going and we’ll arrange a BZ group to swap as many loads as we can somewhere ? -
I had been partying, edging and cruising online for a bit of time when I got hit up by a guy hosting a group! He said there were a few guys there, but a handful more were on their way. They wanted guys into group play, gear (leather, jock, spandex, or uniforms), were versatile and uninhibited. Hell Yeah! I threw some trackies over my chaps & red mesh N2N jock strap, stuffed a bunch of my gear – jockstraps, bikinis, leather, rubber, gun oil & Elbow grease in a gym bag -- some more favors, a black tank and my Treasure Island Media ball cap and bolted. It was quite a drive to the house in the best part of town. I showed up to a ranch set back on the lot. As I pulled my tank on I realized I had been partying and edging online, sweating , and was a bit ripe. I thought for a second and walked to the door shirtless. The older man – Charles -- who opened the door stopped me in the foyer and told me to prepare there. Hmmm. I stripped me down to my chaps, boots, jock and TIM Cap. He lead me down stairs to a large den that opened up onto a pool and hot tub. There were 4 guys in the hot tub -- A couple of handsome men around 40 – Mark and Brian, a 30-ish Latino man named Rick, and a 20-ish blond twink named Brandon. As I walked onto the pool deck the couple jumped out of the tub. They had great physiques with broad shoulders, narrow waists and sturdy legs and ass. Mark was nude, except for a leather cock ring and ball separator, and Brian had on a red speedo solar, with a mound of cock and balls under the fabric. They welcomed me and made introductions. Mark confessed that they had already been at it a while, took a break in the tub. Rick had hopped online and started rounding up some more guys to party and play with. Rick got out of the tub and was totally nude…His body was perfect. His body was deeply tanned, ripped & shredded with a nicely rounded six-pack, shoulders and pecs of granite, and a big uncut cock. He had a perfect smile of beautiful white teeth. He asked “what is your screenname, and what site?” I said I am “ATLSexyguy” from BBRT and Dudesnude, but also on Xhamster, Xtube, and Spandex-Party! “Great! I am REALLY glad you are here!” he emphasized he leaned in and pulled my head to his and French kissed me deeply causing his cock to grow! When he let me go he grabbed a gel and leather cock ring from the table and wrapped up his now hard cock. I realized he was completely hairless which made a big cock look even bigger. It was a solid 8 inches, waving in front of him as he motioned for Brandon. Brandon was smaller in stature, but very cute. He had a very lean body and hid a growing bulge in an Andrew Christian swimsuit! I leaned in and kissed him on the lips and tweaked his nipples – which seemed totally connected to his cock. Rick led me into the den and showed me where to put my things. He gave me the party and play rules – clouds, no points, and offered me whatever favors I wanted. I took half a Viagra, and some T & G. He told me that he works for Mark & Brian and they own the home. The older guy is the butler/cook and Rick is their personal assistant. Brandon is a piece of ass that Mark had picked up at the sex club earlier in the evening and invited him over. All the while Rick was talking he was digging in drawers and bins around the play room. There was a sling, St. Andrew’s Cross, Cage, Fuck Bench, and all sorts of tails, straps, gags, blindfolds, etc. along the wall! Finally, he found two chrome armbands for his huge biceps, a chrome, chainmail & leather full ‘H’ harness. He has it on him in no time and looked so damn HOT. He pointed to some leather on the table and said “that is for you later!” With that he was on me. He was kissing me, licking my neck, and yanked my arms up to reveal my ripe pits. Which he loved as he licked and smelled my man scent. He grabbed some snake bite suction cups and put them on my wide nipples, and reached down into my red mesh jock and wrapped a leather leash around my growing cock. The Viagra had started to work so I was sporting 7+ and thick and dripping! He led me into the main area as the home theatre and computers were turned on. The big screen had a Jeff Palmer Classic video on ‘Raw Leather Fuckfest’ from SX Video, and the other TVs and laptops had TIM, Bacchus, and A.com, and Brandon was working websites for other players! As I walked in Rick whispered “Play starts now!” I went up to Mark and Brian and assumed the submissive stance. Brian had put on a red and black Neo Harness that disappeared into his red speedo, gauntlets, and an arm band for his right bicep. The more I looked at him, the hotter he got to me. He had a beautiful body, muscled six-pack, and his bulge was growing. He stood over me and asked if I had any dislikes. “Yes, Sir." No blood, scat, or permanent scars or marks.” He then asked if he could remove my cap. ‘Yes, Sir” which he did and noted to Rick “It’s a Treasure Island Cap. Good choice” Rick nodded and Brian leaned back and pulled my head to his speedo covered cock. I licked and sucked at Brian’s dick through his thin swimsuit, and made the mistake of reaching around to use my hand. I got a swift slap from Rick and Brian chastised me “now you will be punished!” Around this time a couple of guys came in escorted by Charles. They were new additions and Brandon was all about them. They were 20-ish, looked like skaters, and looked pretty high too. Brian went to welcome them, and Rick stood me up and took me to center fuck He cuffed my arms together and above my head, and my legs were spread and bolted to a bench. He then pulled out a ball gag and clamped it in my mouth and around my head. I was straining in my jock and wanted to pull my cock out, but Mark appeared and took a wide tails off the wall and hit my back. It startled me at first, but really didn’t hurt. Mark flogged me for 20+ lashes on my shoulders and thighs. And, when he was done, he and Rick rubbed lotion and oil onto my body. It felt so cool and refreshing, and they paid particular attention to the cleft between my ass cheeks and to my cock. Brandon brought Justin and Aaron over and they looked much better nude. They had lean ripped bodies, big cocks, tattoos. They had lean ripped bodies, big cocks, and had on a Cellblock jock, and the other had a chrome cock ring. They looked me over, and I nodded subserviently to them, and Aaron started playing with the suction cups on my nipples and I moaned. He hit them fast like a speed bag, then slow. He made like he was pulling it off, but pushed them into my pecs, and Brian grabbed my cock and teased it. One of them turned on some lights and it occurred to me that there was a camera suspended from the ceiling and we were recording or streaming our play. Rick went over to the computer and typed a few seconds and the instant messaging blew up. He said he asked what they should they do with me? He told “HoustonBB” ‘yeah man! Watch!” He spread my legs and ass and dove into my ass with his tongue. He was eating my hole on cam, and didn’t care one bit. There were hands and mouths all over. My pits were licked, my abs, my cock in the jockstrap was stroked, and finally my nipples were released and licked by Justin. I was let down and Rick strapped me facedown onto the fuck bench. Brian and Rick took turns putting elbow grease in my hole which got me so horned up. Rick released the ball gag and Mark fed me his dick, and Justin ate Mark’s ass. There were fingers, one, two, three, four, to open me up. A small butt plug then larger was fucked into my hole, and Brian grabbed Justin, who had a nice hard cock and told him to fuck me. Justin greased up his rod, aimed and started to make entry. He was moaning and thrashing “Oh yeah! Fucking tight Hot Hole!” He got balls deep, and started to slowly stroke in and out when Brian pulled him out of me and pushed his hard cock into my ass. Justin lined up behind Brian and entered him! Aaron rushed over and fed me his cock, stopping to slap my face with that big cock. Brandon joined him and they took turns fucking my face with their cocks. Brian started to moan and shout… making me think he was going to cum. Before he did, he pulled out and roughly pulled his cock and balls away from each other to stop. his load. DAMN! But, I had no rest as Rick lined up his cock to my ass lips. I could feel him barely toughing me as he spanked my ass. Hard! Without mercy! Then suddenly he shoved all 8 raw inches into me balls deep. All I remember from that point on was Rick moaning through clenched teeth, boys fucking my face, and stroking cocks with both hands. I didn’t know who or what, but I wanted to be bred. Rick hollered that he was close and everyone got more intent. Rick pulled me onto him from my shoulders as he drove his big cock into me. And, then I felt him shudder. He convulsed as he dumped into me. Justin pushed my head back as his first spurt landed on my chin. They both pumped their cocks and before Rick was done, he pulled out and let Brian back in. Rick continued to shoot as Brian jackhammered my hole while Brandon bit his nipples. The warm flood of Rick’s load in my hole got Brian to shoot quickly, and he bred me too. They shot their cum on and in me and I was still working a cock when Brian sunk his face into my ass. He ate my ass, and those two loads out and then pulled Rick and fed them to him. Mark came around and licked up the cum that was on my back and face as I stood up! I grabbed a cold drink, but my untouched cock was pulsing! I took a few more letters of the alphabet, the other half of the Viagra and leaned against the St. Andrew’s cross and watched a flick for a while featuring geared up muscle hunks and boys. I looked over at Just and he was watching me. I grabbed the leather gear that I was to wear later and threw it on the table next to Justin. He looked at me with a puzzled look and I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his open mouth to mine. I tongue fucked his mouth and had him. I looked at the gear and it was a chain mail cod piece with cock ring with leather sides that adjusted. I told him “You’re going to get geared up in leather and act like a good sub boy!” He lustfully looked at me and said “Yes, Sir!” I put the jock without the cod piece on and pulled his hard cock through the opening. It stood straight up and was rock hard! I wrapped an adjustable cock ring on him and leaned over and took him in my mouth all the way until his pubes were scratching my nose. When I started to put the cod piece on I had to bend his dick down which got him harder and hotter. It Then I grabbed the half leather harness and snapped it into place. It was a little big, even at the smallest snaps, but he looked hot. His 6-pack was heaving in anticipation, as I put arm band on his right arm to show he was a bottom. I looked to be sure the cam was on, and led him to the center of the floor and pushed him to the sub position. He spoke back to me, and I smacked his pecs as a warning to speak when spoken to. I let him stay there as I got lube, checked the cam picture, and, pulled on a full body harness. I was really geared up as I stood in front of him. He started to move, but “Ah, ah, ah, when you are invited!” he nodded and waited. I told him to approach and stand tall. With his arms behind him. And when he got to me I kissed him. His friend or boyfriend watched in disbelief. I bit his nipples, smacked them, licked his neck and abs, and rubbed his leather covered cock against my face. I pulled his arms over his head and licked and smelled his rank pits, and slowly pulled the codpiece off. His big 9 incher sprung up and as I grabbed it, I asked “What do you want, boy?” His answer was perfect “whatever Sir wants!” I only wanted his ass! I pushed him backwards onto the fuck bench and picked his legs over my shoulders… I was lubing his hole and sucking his cock at the same time and he begged “Please, Sir, please take me!” I bent down and plowed my hard cock into his hole. He was so loose and lubed I went right in. I put my arms under his back and picked him up and moved him to the sling while on my cock. He fit perfectly and started the steady bounce from the sling. I felt my balls tingle and knew I’d cum soon. I asked “where do you want my cum?” “My chest!” he answered. Fuck that! I plowed my cock in and started to cum with spurt after spurt into his hole! I kissed him as I came and said your ass is where my cum fits!” I flipped him onto his stomach on the sling and grabbed Aaron’s head and pushed it into his buddy’s hole. He ate my cum from Justin as Brandon sucked his cock. Spent, I flopped onto a deck chair and relaxed. Mark and Brian thanked me for coming over, and Rick gave me his cell # and all his profiles. I felt Rick’s cum in my guts and sloshed to my car.
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How many of you out there have a chub fetish? Are you a chub/cub? Have you ever fucked or been fucked by a chub? Is anybody into erotic weight gain? For those of you who are, what is your favourite part? I myself am 270lbs (19stone) and only an 18 year old... I guess that would make me a cub then. would like to hear back from you all
