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Why do I love sucking cock so much? I ponder this all the time. It seems to be a very primal urge with little reason. It feels so good, subservient, so fulfilling. Why do I want to swallow that cum? I yearn for it like a moth to a flame. Inescapable desire for that Steele hard shaft in my mouth, cumming down my throat more and more loads. Why do you love sucking on cock? And why do you love getting your cock sucked by a man? What do you like about it? Why is it so fucking great?

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For me, there is only ONE reason to suck cock.....    That reason, get that meaty tube hard enough to make sure my ass is gonna be treated right.   

Do not get me wrong, I enjoy taking a cock orally and I do relish swallowing should the guy blast his cum down my throat.  Further, I have pretty good skills as a cocksucker and some of my fuck buds always ask for a blowjob.   But the greatest enjoyment I have ever had sucking dick seems pale when contrasted to getting cock in my ass.  

Even when the tables are turned and I am in a mood to top, I feel the same.  Yeah, a little bit of a guy slobbing my knob is nice, but if I am gonna go to the effort of getting a raging hard-on, the cum is gonna go in his ass, not down his throat.  

Getting raw fucked in the ass is what a true fag lives for.

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I share you passion, a penis has to be THE most beautiful organ on the body. I adore the feel of it, its hardness yet its softness in my mouth. There is no other object that gives me as much pleasure as a nice hard cock. Also, I love to hear the moans and whimpers a guy gives out when I worship is manhood. At the end when his seeds feed me, it is the ultimate reward. Yep! I'm addicted to cocks.

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I just love the feel of a hard cock sliding down my throat, and the taste of cum is just beyond words. Swallowed 14 loads one night.:grin:

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Things I love about sucking cock:

I love the taste and feel of a hard cock. They're all different too, so each cock has its own beauty to it. 

I love the challenge of deep-throating it, and the incredibly satisfying feeling of his balls against my chin if I've succeeded. 

I love the sensation of having my throat fucked when I'm in the right headspace for that.

I love being in control of someone else's pleasure.

I love the taste of precum. pressing my tongue up against the glans as the precum drips out is just the best.

I love the taste of cum as it spurts into my mouth. I love getting the whole load in my mouth, savouring it and then swallowing it all down.

Most of all though, I love that sucking cock is just the best way to get a cock hard enough to fuck my ass, which is what I live for. Once that cock is in my mouth, I'm always thinking about how much I want it in my ass. Sometimes the cocksucking is enough. Sometimes my ass isn't ready for a fuck. But 9 times out of 10, I'm sucking as foreplay for fucking.

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      As I’m sitting here writing this, my ass is so sore, it hurts. Got a text a few weeks back from an old fuck buddy. I kinda stopped with him because he couldn’t stay hard and I couldn’t stay tight for him. It just seemed like it was time for a break. Since then, I’ve been bred by my ex-boyfriend, couple smaller guys in Houston, a new trick who works out at my gym, and my regular fuck buddy who is hung and shoots multiple loads till he fucks them out of my ass- but he’s closet and we can’t make any noise, not even a whisper while we fuck. So this guy I’ll call Jay and I text back and for and agree on a day and time. I figured what the heck, I need some variety. Takes about 35-40 minutes to get there, I’m just hoping I cleaned out deep enough be clean by the end of the drive. I get there, we smoke a little green, we get out the fuck towel and he has me get as close to the mattress as possible- think how your legs would feel split apart, and pushed till you could kiss your kneecaps. Yeah. But before he can even thump it on my ass and push in, his dick had inflated to a good size. I forgot his dick measurements when fully hard are 9” long and 6.5-7” around. I’m slightly flying, plus the poppers relaxing me, I’m grateful my regular guy has a really fat one so I can take big ones with relative ease, regularly. As an added treat, he also brings out his special lube, cum he jacked off into a lube container. So before I can get some loads from him, I’m already getting loads pushed into me. To keep it real, I did put a lump of cocoa petroleum jelly in my ass so any lube would dry out slower. I forgot that this guy’s dick is not shaped like a baseball bat, or parallel line, his dick gets thicker as it gets closer to the base. A lot thicker. But still, it’s a lot easier to take than if he had put a condom on. I just can’t use them anymore. He starts fucking, takes a small break, adds more cum lube and pushes back in. I’m like, wtf? This guy’s dick is on brick! When he has a semi, it’s easier to take but fully erect, it really stretches my asshole out. And he starts fucking hard. He’s use different to gangbangs where everybody nuts quickly so others don’t have to wait. He pounds my ass hard, those good slapping sounds echoing in the room, harder and harder till I hear him groan several times and I can feel his big dark dick pulsating inside me. He is freaky and the feeling of his dark dick surrounded by cum in my ass sets him over the edge and he quickly cums again. We repeat this pattern till he has cum in my ass 4-5 times. At this point, building up the orgasms comes naturally, but his strength is gone. We call it a night, I get dressed, and get my tender ass out of there. Still aching. But I wish he would have had a friend to share my ass. Only things keeping me from seeing him more often is he lives about 40 minutes away and he’s not the cuddly kissy type. And he doesn’t suck dick. So I’ll keep looking for good fuckers who match up to what I’m looking for in a man and vice versa. If it means achieving the reputation of slut, oh, well. Still waiting to hear from these 2 white boys who just moved into town that have been wanting to fuck me, but their jobs just started and they’re pretty busy... mmm, feels like my lips are calming down, not as puffed out. Maybe more dick tomorrow or definitely the next day. I haven’t even written about the loads I took during Christmas vacation. Soon.
    • By youngdumbtwink
      I have been straight my whole life. Granted, I am only 18 years old but I still have always identified as straight. Recently, my girlfriend broke up with me. I was devastated. I tried fucking girls on Tinder or other apps, but girls are alot pickier even if you are very attractive. And they are almost never looking for hookups. So I decided to get a Grindr because no offense, guys are alot more desperate to fuck. It doesn't hurt that I'm alot of guys wet dream. I've been fucking random dudes for about 3 weeks now but an experience I had a week ago changed my life. I have always wondered if I was Bi, but always chalked it up to me just being horny. One night last week I was particularly horny and desperate because it was the day of my anniversary with my ex. I never reply to a cumdump once I pump my load in them, so I have never hooked up with the same guy twice. I live in a relatively small town so when I was looking for a nice ass there were only a few I hadn't already wrecked. One guy messaged me with the username "UBiteThePillow" and I was blown away by his cock. I'm not usually attracted to cock but the pictures he sent me of his thick cum and huge cock made my mouth water. He was cut but unshaven and was obsessed.I decided I had to have him. I begged him to let me suck his cock, but he insisted he needed my ass too.He said he needed a good little sub bottom to bury his ass in for the night. I have never taken anything up my ass and I was vehemently against it until he said he only met up with guys who gave him a tight ass to play with. I was so desperate for him at this point I told him I was a virgin and wasn't sure about it. He said he had condoms and lube and he'd be sure to use lots of lube. Eventually I gave in to his beautiful cock and I was on my way to his house. When I got there, he immediately forced me to my knees and abused my throat pussy. I was gagging and crying on his cock. I looked up to see one of the most gorgeous MEN I've ever seen. He was stocky with alot of hair and he looked like the classic gentleman. I was sure I could trust him. I knew then he wasn't a boy, but my daddy. I wanted to make him happy. Once he was hard he led me to the bed, where he positioned me with my legs up and on my back. He took off all my clothes and began to feel my cunt while looking straight into my eyes. He said I was too hairy to be a his little princess cumslut so he came back out with a razor and some shaving cream. As he sculpted away at my ass i felt a sharp pain and he said he knicked my hole and I was bleeding a little bit. He took a wet towel and wiped away all the blood and cream and began to finger me. I told him that I fantasized about him blowing his load all over my face. I wanted him to finish in my mouth. While I was talking he stood up and was rubbing his tip on my tight ass. I reminded him about the condom and he got up and went to his dresser and returned with one. He squirted a TON of lube all over his cock and apologized as it was wet and messy down there now. Taking him for the first time hurt but he went slowly. While he fucked me he leaned over and buried my face in his armpit while he brutally drilled my ass. My dick was leaking precum like crazy. He dipped his finger in my cum and told me to taste my pussy juice. I opened my mouth wide as he shoved his whole hand in my mouth and he raped me. Eventually he led me to the bathroom, where he fucked me in the mirror. He wanted me to see him abusing my tight virgin ass. He told me he was close so I pulled off of him, and got on all fours with my mouth towards him. He took off the condom , tied it and flushed it down the toilet as He started stroking himself over me. After a while he said he was getting soft again and he wasn't there yet. He needed to fuck me again to get hard. I asked him about a condom and he said he just flushed the last one. I reasoned with myself and said It didn't matter that much, because a handsome clean cut guy like him had to be clean, and he was gonna bust on my face anyways. I turned around on all fours and presented my ass to him. I will never forget this beautiful mistake. As he sunk  himself into me raw for the first time the only thing I could think of was that I wanted more. He began fucking me harder than the first time. My hole was throbbing and he had no mercy. He wrapped his arms around me and held me down while he went to town on my straight boy ass. Eventually he pulled out, and without a word began to piss all over me! He told me to clean up with cock, so I did. As I licked and spit shined his perfect member I noticed he was soft. I asked him, "what about blowing your load on my face?Don't you want to cum?"  All he could do was chuckle and say, "I don't think that's a problem anymore." My heart dropped and reached around and felt my tight hole . When I looked at my fingers it was dripping with cum and a little bit of blood from my cut. He had used so much lube I didn't even notice. "I busted in that pussy twice and even fucked you soft for a good a hour. I hope you came tonight so you can remember your last clean load" I leaned over the toilet and watched through the mirror in horror as I farted out the biggest batch of man juice of my life. The cum dripping from my ass was like a waterfall. I felt like such a stupid slut. He slapped my ass and said I was a good little girl and he would make use of my cunt often. I felt like crying but I didn't know what to do. I got up and left with out a word. When I got home, I tried to message him but he blocked me and wouldn't respond to my text. He had used my boy ass and ditched me. It's been a week later and I woke up with a sore throat today. I feel like shit although I have ever since the breakup so that is nothing new. I have been researching aids and hiv and come across all this information and websites. Part of me feels addicted to these barebacking studs and the other is disgusted. I don't know what to do. Have I been pozzed? 

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