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Kinky sub bottom in Washington, DC. Looking for an extremely dominant guy who wants to whore me out, use me, and make me his total slut. 37, 5'11, 170, white guy here. Shoot me a message if you're interested. On twitter: @dcbtmsub
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Anyone near the Detroit metro area looking for a raw piggy bottom to use?
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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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My Playroom—December, 2021 We met on Asspig. Very early in our conversation he typed that he had found the blog. He gushed about it. I hope he won’t mind that I quote him here: “Dang, Dude ! You are a great writer. Nice pacing, tone of voice, your prose moves right along with no awkward moments or fat. You write with real efficiency and clarity. The Hemingway of Filth! I read for over an hour. It was almost hypnotic.” I was flattered. We set a date. We had to postpone it (weather, I think.) But we met on an evening very early in December… Jamie arrives at my front door. He is likely 10 years younger than me. Tall. Handsome. A trim bear, his hair touched with grey and a generous amount of stubble on his face. It’s a short enough drive from his house, that we can go straight downstairs. He strips and tosses his things on the chair behind the door. I hang my robe on the door knob. I am in my usual jock and boots. No wrist bands tonight as I expect them to be in his ass. He goes to his knees to suck me. He’s on the concrete. I suggest we move to the padded floor between the sling and fuck bench. He takes my dick eagerly. Hungrily, even. He keeps pulling off me and holding it in his hand to look at it, all shiny with his saliva. I suggest the bench. He thinks he’ll relax more in the sling. I get him in, adjusting the stirrups. I kneel and taste his hole for the first time. It’s warm and wet and wanting my tongue. His ass flowers open, I am reaming him deep in no time at all. He does some poppers and watches me ravage his hole with my tongue in the mirror above him. I grease my cock up as I eat him out. I stand and slide into his open hole. I fuck slowly. Opening him inch by inch. My dick feels great deep in the caverns of his ass. He nods at me—and I go at him full force, hips banging on his beefy butt. I go to the speculum fairly early in the session. I want to do some stretching before I try my hand in him. He opens easily with it. I add my cock in with the medical devise. Jamie loves this—his eyes roll into the back of his head as he gives into the pleasure. After the speculum is out, I add the egg headed dildo. It fits with no problem. Nor is it when I add my dick on top of the toy. Or then under it. Each thrust gives him a terrific stretch of toy and cock. I hunker down and eat the ravaged hole. I begin greasing up my hands as I lick his well fucked ass. In a moment I have two fingers in him. Three. He sighs. Four. And the whole left hand glides in with no problem. Jamie can’t believe I’m inside him so easily—but is delighted I am. I play with the left hand in and out of him for a bit. Then concentrate on the right hand. It is barely any harder to get the right in him on the first try. We break. I ask if he’d like to try the bench now. We go there—and fuck. Hard. He likes the mirror in front of him so he can see me pound into his ass. But it’s not as comfortable for him—so I get him back in the sling. The toy parade continues. I use an ugly old ‘realistic’ dildo on him. It is hard and rather unforgiving—but we both like how the molded balls smack his ass lips. I grease up my dick again and add the grommet over it. This is the toy that thickens the circumference of my cock by several inches. Jamie is up for the challenge. My cock head, sticking out of the toy goes in. I push a little—he pushes out a little…and I am in. Every inch. He loves how full he feels. I fuck him hard. I pull all the way out again so we can have the pleasure of it all going back inside him… * It has been all about my hands for the last 10 or 15 minutes. First one. Then the other. Occasionally a full 8 finger stretch. I grab the big toy with the handle. I wasn’t thinking of using this tonight—but his hole is wanting more. It disappears—with Jamie keeping track of it in the mirror above. “You will breed me, right?” “Sure. Are you ready for me to do that?” He nods. His hole has had a work out. “I really want your cum.” I wipe him down a little—simply so I don’t have Crisco on every strand of my beard. With the excess off, I eat his hole again. This makes him pant. And it makes my cock stand back up at full strength. I stand and fuck. It’s suddenly all about me. I rail into him. I pull out and taste his hole one more time. I take a hit of his poppers and bury my face again in his wet ass. And it works. I need to breed. I stand and get my dick in him. I pump for five or six strokes before I’m over the edge. I convulse, hanging onto the top of the sling frame for support… I am pretty sure he took my load home with him…. The original is here, with some great comments from my readers: From My Side of the Sling: Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’ (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 31, 2022 -
This is a tale about me, Logan Ball and my journey from innocent newbie in the theatre biz to a seasoned pro spreading more than just my talent and love of theatre. This first chapter is how my eyes were opened to the amazing opportunity I had been given and the gift I received from an unlikely source. Chapter One - Alma I wasn’t out of college yet when I got cast in my first non-Equity tour of an old Broadway show. We were finishing up senior showcases in New York City and I decided to try for a cattle call audition and I got lucky! Eighteen years of dance and voice lessons had paid off! My 6’ 2” frame and lithe build didn’t hurt, nor did my shining green eyes and auburn hair. I would get to graduate and move straight from my apartment in Michigan to out-of-town tech rehearsal in the heart of Arkansas for a month before we hit the road and I would get to travel and be paid to do what I loved. Dreams were coming true and prayers were being answered! My enthusiasm was slightly tempered when I saw the accommodations: I would be sharing a room with another chorus boy in a mediocre hotel just outside the town. I told myself that I shouldn’t mind too much — I would be working in the theater and rehearsal rooms all day, so I would only be there to crash. My roommate turned out to be a fun guy who had been on the road before with a few shows. We bonded over gin martinis that first night and decided we would be friends. The rehearsal schedule was intense and we were constantly thrown between music rehearsals, choreography sessions, blocking rehearsals, wig and costume fittings. . . you never felt like you were in one place for very long. In the background the set was beginning to take shape onstage and we were moving toward our technical rehearsals. The one thing left to decide was who in the chorus cast would fly. The show required one member of the cast to fly across the set in three places during the show. Once, just zooming across, and two more times doing some rolls and flying in zig-zags. I had volunteered (having had tumbling experience) but was a bit worried because of my height. Our first day of tech came and the director came over to me, “Logan we need to get you fitted into the flying harness. I thought Max would be up for it, but he’s afraid of heights.” “No problem!” I responded, trying to keep my boyish excitement under control. I trotted over to the stage left wing and grabbed the stage manager, “where do I go for the harness?” The stage manager didn’t even look up from her prompt script, pointing toward the shadows upstage. I heard the director call for an hour lunch break as I started back toward the dark corner where the road cases which would transport the set were stored. As I approached the cases an older guy walked out from between two large trunks and walked up to me. “Are you Logan?” His voice was rough, sounding like he had been drinking a bottle of whiskey a night for as long as I had been alive. As I got closer I noticed he wasn’t really that old. Maybe mid-forties, but he had a drawn look about him as if he hadn’t had a good meal in awhile. His eyes were mischievous, but he was still a handsome man. “Yes, that’s me! I am supposed to see someone about getting fitted in the flying harness for the rehearsal this afternoon.” I stuck out my hand to shake his. The man looked me up and down before grabbing my hand. “My name’s Johnny. I’ll be the flight coordinator on this show and will be getting you clipped in and out of the harness every time you go up. Come back here and let me get you fitted. I’m sure we have something that will work for you.” He gave me that curious sweep with his eyes as he yanked my arm forward to follow him. We retreated back to the box fort of boxes where he had set up a little station full of carabiners, rope, flying wire, rigging wire, and several different harness types with various attachments. “Strip to your undies, man.” I started a bit. Actors aren’t really repressed people; we change in front of others all the time, but I guess I didn’t expect to be down to my Calvins in front of this old guy. As I started to strip, I looked at Johnny a little closer. He was wearing the requisite black work shirt that technicians on the tour were wearing, but instead of slacks he was wearing a black kilt with tons of pockets. I thought that was kind of an interesting choice, but it accentuated his thin torso and gave his hips some flair. I stripped off my shorts and cute shirt that I felt accentuated my twink frame. Johnny walked around me, taking in my bubble butt and bulge in my steel-banded Calvin Klein briefs. I normally wasn’t shy about my body, but something in this man’s gaze made me feel like I was being looked at for the first time as a man instead of a boy. “Okay, I think we’re going to have to have two harnesses. One is going to be your regular harness for the first flight just straight across the stage. We want to make sure your chest and groin are both supported since they want to get you going at some speed.” He continued to look at me critically, “and the second harness is just a harness around your groin and hips that allows for some acrobatics. The problem is that you’ll have to strip off your costume each show so we can swap the harnesses out under your clothes.” Johnny leaned in and started to feel up around my shoulders, “You have okay muscle tone, but we’ll work on that during the tour.” His hand slowly slid down across both my pecs before it continued down my abs. His hand left a wave of goosebumps wherever it passed. Johnny leaned in and looked me straight in the eyes, “we’ll get you in perfect shape to use this,” he grabbed my bulge firmly and I noticed for the first time that I had gotten hard being objectified by this man, “to do its job.” He squeezed with a little more pressure and my breath caught in my throat. After a moment of intensity when all I saw were his eyes and I felt I couldn’t breathe, he shuffled back to the harness selection and picked up two models. “Okay boy, let’s get you fitted.” Once the intensity of the moment wore off (and I was able to convince my brain to breathe on its own again) we spent half an hour getting in and out of the two harnesses, correcting all the various straps and ties to fit me snugly. He even hooked me into the fly system and raised me up a few times to check the counterbalances and make sure it would all work. I continued on with the rest of rehearsal that day with a little bit of fog in my head. The crotch grab and intensity of the old man’s stare wouldn’t leave my mind and I knew I was hooked, on what, though, I didn’t know. * * * * * * That night after we were finished with our crazy 16 hour day, I walked backstage to grab my bag and head to the bus to get back to the hotel when Johnny came up to me. “Logan I need a few more minutes of your time to check one more thing before we fly you around in rehearsal tomorrow.” “Okay, I just don’t want to miss the bus back to the hotel.” “Don’t worry about that, I can bring you back in my car. This might take another twenty minutes or so.” I shrugged, grabbing my bag and following him back behind the boxes for the second time that day. “Strip,” was the command he gave and I immediately started to obey. As I was shucking off my shorts again, I noticed the front of his black kilt bulging out. I felt my eyes go wide and was sure my pupils dilated. . . My hormones were off the charts. When I straightened, his eyes were boring holes into my own. “Do you want this?” I nodded. “Be warned, it has a stinger.” I just knelt down and lifted the front of his kilt, exposing his freeballing 9” cock with a beautiful foreskin covering a bullet-shaped head. I tentatively licked his slit and felt his slick precum on my tongue. My college experience had seen me suck a few cocks, but this was by far the biggest I had seen in real life. I grinned as I thought how slutty I must look — rehearsal-ruffled hair, shining eyes, and licking the head of this old guy’s dick like it was the sweetest treat in the world! The licking didn’t last long before Johnny really took control, grabbing my head and forcing his cock down my throat. I wasn’t expecting as much aggression, so I more or less immediately gagged and dry heaved. “Yeah, bitch, there’s more than one reason that I made sure you missed lunch today.” He drove his cock back down my throat as I sputtered and choked around it. “You’ll be fine, you just need to breathe.” By this point, he has done this five or six times and I am starting to leak mucus out of my mouth and it is coating his cock and balls. “That’s it boy, get my dick nice and slick. It is going to be in your hole in a couple of minutes.” My eyes flew wide at that pronouncement. “But Johnny, I’ve never taken anything in my ass before, and you’re huge!” Johnny just laughed and impaled my head on his cock again. I had always imagined that I would put my career first for a few years then meet some young twink straight from college and top him for my first experience. I wasn’t a submissive, so why were my hormones not letting me tell this man, ‘hell no’? Johnny pulled all the way out of my mouth, with just a line of spit leaving an arc connecting my lips with the head of his cock. Johnny pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and ripped open the back of my underwear in what seemed like one smooth motion. Before I could even think of protesting he pushed me up against a trunk and slid his saliva-slicked member up my crack, teasing my hole. I had never felt anything like it before. His chest pressed up against my back as he continued to slick my crack and I could feel his breath on my right ear. “I’m going to open you up and change your life, Logan.” He took a nibble of my earlobe, making me moan. “I could tell that you are a top the moment I met you, but you’re young and need an elder to teach you how to treat a boy.” His head started probing my still-tight hole. “Before this tour is over I am going to show you the pleasure you can give your partners. . .” I felt him start to enter me ever so slowly as I tried to relax. “. . . you are going to bestow on men something that will change their lives, just as I am going to change yours.” The pressure was growing now, and I started to feel a little twinge of pain as his head seemed to pry my hole apart by force. “I’m going to show you what your dick can do, and you will submit to me, your ultimate father.” My hormone-drunk brain thought that was peculiar, but I had the distraction of his head completely popping in to distract me. I let out a hiss of air as I hadn’t been breathing. “You’re going to take this cock every day until the end of your contract next year and you will see just how much difference a year can make.” With that, he knocked the back of my knees with his hands and I fell onto all 9” of his cock at once. I screamed, cried, and blubbered in the next thirty minutes as Johnny tore up my ass. What had started out as just pain when I took his entire length at once became pleasurable as we found a rhythm and he fucked me senseless. At one point he spun me around and with strength I didn’t know he possessed, grabbed my legs and lifted my back against the roacd cases. “Logan, look me in the eyes as I cum inside you. This will be a moment you will never forget.” I did as I was ordered and saw his pupils flash as I gave my body totally over to ecstasy. With a final mighty thrust that I felt in my lungs, I felt his cock expand as warmth spread through my abdomen. ------------ Part Two coming soon! 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I know this first part is long. I want it to set up the rest of the story as it goes along. Part 1 Steve was an entrepreneur in the small college town. He was 30, and had a great body that he knew how to keep in shape. He stood just at over 6' (6'2") and came in at just over 200 pounds. He identified himself a primarily gay he knew when to play it straight (to get corrupt a nice co-ed or straight boy) or gay . Although the town was considered to be small it was home to a large university, large enough that when classes were in session the town's size grew by 5 times its population. Steve new how to conduct his business from this is base of operations. Steve and a monopoly on the town when it came to drugs. He sold everything from weed to ecstasy/molly to Tina along with dick (Viagra & Cialis) pills to get his clientele hard when they partied. He sold best dope in town, and had an assortment of gay boys to pimp out and pussy for the straight crowd. Steve was always looking for new talent and used his converted home to help find those that would eventually end up working for him. The old home he divided into 4 apartments. He kept the largest section for himself to include 3 bedrooms on the second floor, 2 full bathrooms, kitchen, office, living room and the basement (which was his dungeon). There was a two bedroom apartment that occupied part of the second floor and was occupied by 2 co-eds who helped him bring the straight boys in for him to corrupt. The only space left he divided into a one bedroom and a studio to rent to unsuspecting men who would eventually fall under the spell of sex and drugs. He also had a nice, private back yard with a pool and hot tub that allowed for total privacy. He had a young jock wrestler who came by to look at the one bedroom. Ateve imeediately recognized him from an on line hook up site. Although the profile picture hid his face the body and tatoo (that was barely visible) allowed Steve to know more about his prospective tenate then he would have liked. His name was Matt. He was a 20 year old junior who stood 6' with a slim waist and defined muscles weighing in at (what the profile said) 180 pounds. Matt was tired of hanging around the rest of the team (nearly) 24/7 and wanted his own private space to get away. Steve knew the kid was looking for a place to bring guys. The thing Steve really remembered about the kids profile was that he was bi. He looked the kid over as he showed him both the studio and one bedroom. Both of which had recently become vacant when the previous tenants suddenly dropped out of school (actually they were seduced, pozzed and black mailed into going to work for Steve). Steve thought that this kid was too good to put to work as a chem whore. His current 'Alpha Male' (AM) who handled the boys was looking to retire and as much as Steve respected his current AM, no one can retire from his business until Steve decided they retire. Which typically involved selling them on the dark web or drugging them up and leaving them on the other side of the country with a warrrent for their arrest by the authorities inwhich ever town they were dumped in a with enough Meth, Molly and weed to get them arrested and thrown in jail. Steve wasn't sure how he'd deal with the (soon to be)former AM, but Matt was going to be his new AM or end up as a chem whore. Steve mad sure to price the one bedroom so that Matt could not pass it up especially when he saw the pool area and the only other tenants laying out topless by the pool sunning themselves. Steve told Matt that the girls have been his tenants for several years and he was always able to 'tap' one of them on any night but that it was tough since they didn't want to leave the other one out and if he moved in maybe he could be his wing man and they could each have some pussy. Steve went on about the girls finally telling Matt "By the way, did I mentiomn that they are bisecual. Matt was staring intently at the 2 half naked girls thinking about the possibilities of his own place to have the occasional 'hook-up' with some gay boy while having live in pussy to also fuck when he said "I'll take it". Right after Matt was all moved in Steve made sure the girls paid enough attention to him to peak his interest. It didn't take long until one night the 4 of them were by the pool when the girls stripped naked and jumped in for a swim. Steve quickly stripped down to jon the girls in the water and (with little persuation) urged Matt to join them. After they had started to get a little playful the girls hopped out of the water and grabbed a pipe that was well packed with Tina. They began to smoke and Steve quickly joined them in blowing clouds. Steve did he share of weed and molly in his time but was a little apprehensive in front of his new land lord and neighbors. He hoped to just watch and attempted to make a move on one of the girls. She responded by urging him to smoke with them if he was hoping to fuck later. Steve pulled Matt a side to educate him on Tina and how horny it made the girls. He grabbed his shorts and pulled out some Viagra for them both to take as he told Matt that Tina increases horniness and the pleasure felt during sex. Steve added that his orgasms were 100 times stronger and he was able to go longer and multiple times. Matt had little trouble going more then once but needed a little time to get hard again. Steve said to his new tenant, "That's nothing. When I smoke this stuff I can typiacally cum and my cock stays hard allowing me to continue to fuck until I cum a second time. Sometimes the second orgasm is within a minute of the first, sometimes it's a few minutes later, but I am always good for multiple loads." Matt had to ask Steve, "How many load?" Steve held up one hand indicating 5 as he let Matt know that he had once shot 5 loads inside one of the girls before his cock left her twat. Matt was visibly getting aroused at the two spoke as evident by his growing cock. Steve was impressed at not only the length, but the girth. Matt had one hell of an ass splitter. The two guys were brought back to the reality around them as they noticed that the girls weren't going to wait for them as they had begun to make out with each other. Steve reminded Matt that he was going to be his wing man as they rejoined the girls and Matt took his first hit of Tina. Steve played that night straight for Matt. He had a plan and didn't want to scare Matt off. The rest of the night they blew clouds and Matt had his first exposure to straight chem sex as he fucked both coeds.
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Hey pigs, Are you (or do you know) a kink-friendly electrician? I need some wall switches replaced in my playroom and I'd really rather not dismantle the whole fucking thing if I don't have to. 😂 Job is legit and paid, because I need the certificate for insurance. Cheers!
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I remember when I was a younger boy and I used watch porn and call sex lines looking for sex. It was something that after being molested over and over again became apart of me. I have keep this to myself for a very long time, but I remember one day coming across a strait porn where the women had gotten fucked by over 300 men. They fucked here so much that she had been packed with ice and most likely they had to keep here high to tolerated such an experience. I would think of that women being me and hope one day I could make it happen. Night after night I would lay in bed jerking my cock and was hoping that I could have the taste of load after load and the feeling of cum dripping down my tight cunt. Today things have made the turn for the darker side. Ever since I was briefly introduced to the wonders and beauty of Tina I though man how would it be nice if I can make the worlds best most epic porn video of me taking on a record number of men, one after one, horny cum filled tops would slam me up get me twisted and fill my hole. I even gotten to the point that I as I watch toxxxic tube and peruse other dark sites looking to turn my fantasy into life that it would be me named biggest slut to ever traverse this earth. Yeah, your probably saying you are asking for too much or your are taking such a dangerous risk. I say How am I. I have yet to experience Tina again since January. When I talk to guy who say this is what they desire they than flake out on me and don't follow through. All of those warning I received as a kid about don't do drugs, don't do this that and the other....I say what is life if you can enjoy it to the fullest. On the outside people would say that I am not a really risky person. So I say how come I have such feelings? I've had them since forever. There was a time when one day I was walking in my neighborhood and my uncle was sitting outside his house on the porch and he that started to walk towards me. He asked me to come follow him. I knew what to expect because it was said that he molested and raped countless boys in the neighborhood. I thought maybe he is supposed to do this to me just as my hole is mean to receive cock and the liquid that flows. For months he would take me upstairs and use me and make me take his cock even though it was unwashed. So, I say all this to say. Is that my goal is to set a new world record that would be recorded in the history books even though mainstream society would frown as the statistic but horny, barebackers all over would celebrate my accomplishment by fucking the seed of man into every man that walks. So I am hoping I am headed in that right direction never to turn back.
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Does anyone have any weird or strange fetishes? or heard of any? Know anyone who does?
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Young blonde pettie so horny and wild for daddy vefy very naughty kinks hehe. Message me if interedted 07865585363
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Looking for recommendations for your favorites on Instagram. Please include why you follow them.
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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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I'm going to be in town for work and Im looking for some naughty fun in the evenings. Any tips or recommendations are greatly appreciated. If you might be interested in hooking up DM me and we can see what kind of trouble we can get into. 😈
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So I'm going to be staying in a hotel by myself November 11-14th and looking for a hot time. ive posted a bunch of tag of things I'm into so if one catches your eye or if you think I should add one shoot me a message (kik: Slave2Fist)
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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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Over the years, I've given myself permission to indulge in my more perverted interests that I keep hidden deep inside. I like to bring them out and play once in a while. My unspoken attraction to the dom/sub relationship led me to the world of leather and kink, and I found many playmates in my community to have fun with once I learned the ground rules and how to ask for what I wanted. But in a way, even those encounters were not enough. I think they were merely a gateway to a world of fantasy that has gloriously rotted my brain since then. I've not indulged in chems, as I know enough to realize I have an addictive personality and wouldn't know how to stop wisely. And I haven't actually indulged in anything illegal, but not for lack of desire. My body is not what it was, and I feel a bit more relegated to the world of imagination now than realistically accomplishing anything truly perverse in reality. I have a healthy fantasy life that has led me down the ladder into popper-bating, non-con incest fiction, younger/older, military, pain, and a bit of k9 kink as well. I am also a big fan of kink art, especially works that clearly depict age differences or males in painful situations (Some of my favorite artists include Michael Kerwin, Joseph, Heredia, Ian Hanks, Player, Josman, Roger, & Merida on the classics end, and some great Pixiv yaoi, bara, and shota artists on the contemporary side) . Some would say I'm a sloth and not brave enough to actually do anything in real life, but I like to think of myself as a juror that is still deliberating. Right now, I'm perfectly happy jerking off at home. I have a 00guage PA that has been earned over many years, and a collection of porn that I'm constantly adding to. I have joined a lot of the free sites that I know of, and I'm now flush with a bit more cash to explore paying for some sites that specialize in my fields of interest and maybe even support one of my favorite porn stars if I feel like it. I have more sounds coming and will eventually invest in a Prince Wand. I'm of an age where the more contemporary communication modes (kik and [deleted]) are still new to me, and i'm a bit befuddled by the user interface. I haven't indulged in streaming services yet, but I may explore that in the future as I finally shed the guilt of being discovered as a kinklover by particular people and communities in my life. This particular site seems to hit several of my own interests--poz and bareback sex being the most obvious, but I do love reading a good pozzing story in the fiction section. Makes me drip. My husband has kinks of his own that I let him indulge in, and he doesn't interfere with the ones I let him know about on my end. I know there's more going on with him than he shares, and I'm okay with that. I don't share everything that gets my rocks off with him, either. He doesn't know the depths of my [banned word] interests, and somehow that makes it a lot hotter. If I happen to find friends that help me play, as I discovered in the leather community, I know that he simply doesn't want to know details already. And that's good. Because I can be the evil sadist [banned word] I want to be and not worry. This is enough for now, I'll share more someday in the future.
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I get a lot of guys who are into my bald head. I don't mean fully shaved, but rather the natural bald on top with hair on sides. Of course I agree with them, but am curious to know if any other guys out here are turned on by male pattern baldness? I've had guys slap their cock on my head, as well as shoot their load on it and rub it around. They seem to be fascinated by it.
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Game Time: Prelude Jake, Sean, and Owen were bored. The three friends were all in their early 30’s, and the usual hook-up apps and casual sex were no longer doing it for them. They were frustrated, and even with all the hot Chicago men at their disposal, they all were craving something new. Something more adventurous. Something that makes a good story. The three friends couldn’t be more different from each other, both in physical description and sexual conquest. Up to this point, Owen was a serial monogamist. Throughout his adult life, he was always the friend in the long-term relationship, who had a partner, who had the tame vanilla stories to share. He was a medium height ginger, formerly a twink that has evolved into a lanky yet sexy nerd. Equipped with a medium girth, veiny 7.5” cock, Owen has been exclusively a top for the last decade. And Owen is on the rebound. After spending the bulk of the last decade in closed relationships and having his heart shattered by discovering his last boyfriend in bed with a passing-through pilot, he is itching to finally have a bit of a slut phase. At the other end of the spectrum, Jake has never had a long-term relationship, and has no desire to change this. When he’s not working out at the gym, Jake likes to offer up his hole as a cum dump to anyone that might need a tight hole to unload. Anonymous dark rooms, adult bookstores, glory holes, bathhouses – these are all perfect playgrounds for Jake. With a bottle of poppers and a shot of lube always in his pocket, Jake is prepared at a moment’s notice and perpetually cum-hungry. Jake always has a story or ten for Sean and Owen that blows their minds and hardens their cocks. Fairly muscular, Jake is the type of guy that gets mistaken at first for having “top energy,” but he has no interest in topping whatsoever. A perfectly trimmed beard and impeccably coiffed hair top off his cut physique. That being said, even with taking multiple loads most days, Jake is still looking for a bigger thrill. Then there is Sean. Sean is a 5’11” cub with scruffy and dark hair who is highly involved in the kink community. With a love for leather, Sean is a bottom verse when fucking, but loves to fist a nice hole. Sean has a prolific Instagram filled with thotty pics of him in jock straps, harnesses, pup hoods, and body suits (and surprisingly has only been reported twice!). That said, for all the gear and toys Sean has collected over the years, he has gotten into a rut with his scenes. Being a very picky person that meticulously plans, it takes a lot to get an invite into Sean’s playroom. This pickiness, however, has led Sean to be somewhat frustrated with his sex life. Despite all his followers online and his likes, he is jealous of Jake’s ability to just let go and enjoy sex wherever, whenever. Based on their personalities, it is obvious why Sean and Jake were surprised one day when Owen made an interesting proposal over brunch at their favorite diner. “I think we should play a game, kinda like a truth or dare, but only dares.” Owen blurted out to the other two. See, Owen was itching to let it all go and slut out, but his guilt complex needed someone else to pull the trigger for him. He dreamed of having a dominant man tell him what to do and how to be a cumpig, but he didn’t want to trust just anyone. So, who better than his best friends Sean and Jake to control the fate of his slutty coming of age? “Oh? Like what? Daring you to dye your hair blue? Or actually show up late one time somewhere?” Jake asked, poking fun at Owen’s obsession for perfection. “No, like, sexual dares. Like we set up scenes for each other, send time and location, maybe minimal instructions, and then we must carry out the dares from each other.” Sean was so shocked at the suggestion he choked on his coffee. Jake, however, could see exactly what was happening. His dear tightly wound friend needed a release and was ready to let it all explode. A huge smirk spread across his face. His mind was already reeling at what trouble he could prescribe for his dear friends. He had plenty of favors to call in to give Owen exactly what he was craving. “Wait, why?” Sean inquired. “Well, it’s rare that all three of us are available at the same time, and what better way to celebrate the three of us being single than helping each other explore our kinks and expand our horizons. Plus, think of the stories we will have during brunch.” “I’m in.” Jake interjected. He’s already hard under the table thinking about this. He never would have predicted Owen would make this suggestion, but he is happy he did. “So, that is two of us. Sean, it’ll be fun… and you always say I need to be more adventurous and spontaneous.” Owen added. “Fine, let’s see where this goes.” Sean gave in. “Perfect, the first set of dares have to be executed in the next two weeks. We know each other’s schedules pretty well, so that will help. Let’s start clockwise. Jake, you make a dare for me. I will make a dare for Sean, and Sean dares Jake. At any time, we will text each other at minimum a place and time. Little more instruction if need, but not too much. And any extras we might need to bring. And if this works out, we go counterclockwise and dare some more. Sound good?” Owen said. “You had this all planned out before even getting here today, didn’t you?” Sean responded. “Of course, you know me.” Owen answered. “Well boys, let’s have some fun with each other. No limits here, this is going to be good.” Jake added. And with that, the game began. The boys continue their normal brunch conversation, but each of them starts planning what mischief they can get their friends into over the next few weeks. To be continued…
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Just wondering how many guys here have been fucked/fucked a guy without any extra lube. I've started wanting to get fucked more (tried it a few years ago and didn't like it; more of a top) and when warming up my hole felt it slicker and slicker. I used a dildo then wiped it off and sucked it to make sure it wasn't some kind of shit, and it just tasted like clean ass. Then I got fucked without lube and it felt fucking amazing. IDK if this is common or if diet (lots of fiber) help, but I found it crazy hot and so did the guy fucking me.
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Just looking to see if anyone wants to start a group or has an existing group in Phoenix Arizona. I'm a total bottom I would love to find a group to have fun with.
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Denver guy looking for a Dom to sub me out and enjoy a dedicated boy. Grindr is wack and haven’t had any luck finding a Sir to dedicate my self to.
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So chatting to a guy who I have done some kink vids in the past with (wank with toothpaste, nettles on cock/balls, slapping balls to name a few) and now he wants me to do a vid of me cutting my cock and wanking hard after. While I am turned on my the kink and being used/abused, I guess I need more convincing that others find this sort of thing horny!
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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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Do any bottoms here have sex urges and fantasies so strong and twisted that you're unable to find a like-minded top both in real life and online? It feels like I'm too extreme for even the "tops" in the taboo/kink forum asking for messengers. I could just hook up with random tops but I want some sort of a connection.
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Hey guys going to be in Cleveland April 24-May 1 for CLAW. My first event but looking to make it my best. Anyone else attending....Looking for some hot wild and twisted play time while at the event and those to join.
