Faking my anon cumshot leads to some sketchy public breeding

[rock-cock-jock]

I got an anon confession to make. Forgive me bareback brothers for I have sinned. Earlier today, I walked in and fucked an anon bottom in a seedy motel...and faked my cumshot so I could leave and breed someone else 10 feet away. Yes, I'm not proud of it but there it is. Penance?

He had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I have no resistance towards, i.e. what seemed to be, a straight dl masc musc hairy chested married guy with a beefy butt and thick thighs taking loads anon. This hits all of my weak points and it's just a free pass to by Squirt buddies list of grindr favorites. However, walking into the dimly lit (not dark as it should be :/) motel room, I was a little pissed because he clearly faked his pics and stats - even in the dim light, from his side profile, he looked nowhere like the image I had built up in my head. I have an overactive imagination and I was visualizing from his pics a 40s brown haired married dad that works a construction job, has football buds on the weekend to drink beer with and maybe coaches a hockey team or something, or y'know,  whatever community type social thing closeted suburban straight dads do with their free time (in public anyway) in pleasantville. Importantly, the light vellous hair across his butt cheeks that I was looking forward to rubbing my face against while eating him out was SHAVED - my disappointment was visceral. Despite that, I considered that 1) it's not the first time I've been tricked, 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive into the city after all and gas is fucking expensive. 3) I was horny, Prepped up and rdy to deposit some sperm in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of a work day 4) tbh, in an anon scenario under the righT conditions, I'll basically even fuck a small woodland creature (just hyperbole, not promoting beast stuff). So whatever, this fake fucker can have my load if he wants but it was def gonna be a rough selfish fuck with some good ol humiliation verbal mixed in, to sate my mean streak.

This all passed through my mind in milliseconds as I walked in and looked around the dimly lit room but my attention was far more directed on the tall white 30s ginger hot nerd business casual guy that seemed to be the breeder scheduled before me. He was zipping up his dress pants and he was clearly packin, like third leg kinda packin. We made eye contact and I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare. He grinned, groped my cock (unfortunately soft atm) and groaned, but to my disappointment said that he had to run. Oh well. C'est dommage. I was still by the door, my boots still on checking out ginger dude's snug butt in his dress pants as he was leaving and I barely even registered the anon faker btm unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it.

'Is this even anon anymore?' I wondered, 'so much for ass up face down and no fucking face contact.' This wasn't married Pleasantville coach dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his body. This is why traditional anon is superior - because reality is often a turn off.

'Get on the bed whore. Did that guy just shoot a load inside you?' I grunted. I honestly hate talking during anon sex or any sort of direct interaction - spoils the vibe for me and sometimes some guys' voices turn me off, especially if they sound female. I mean, I'm fine with fucking naturally fem acting and sounding guys but some guys proactively push toward an extreme feminine aesthetic and I find hearing an unnaturally high pitched valley girl accent when I'm ready for man sex a bit off putting (probably gonna get alot of backlash for saying that). 

'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up 'it was a big load too.'

'Mmmmmmm, score. Time for my consolation prize.' I thought as I started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it. 

Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anon cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed it. His hole was so loose I couldn't cum. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault; perhaps he had an injury or something; or ginger business casual dude irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where they just hang off and have lost any elastic hugging ability. I will admit, I could have forced a breeding if I really wanted to by jerking off with my hand then popping back inside, but I think, as guys who top grow older, at least for me, you can't help but be a bit more selfish and selective about your first breeding of the day, especially if you save up a bit, because subsequent cumshots just don't feel as good and compared to the primal rut of the first nut, you're just not into it as much. I also could have just said that I'm not feeling it and left but maybe it was the way things progressed non-anon style but I now felt a social expectation to deliver, and resolve things so to speak, much to my chagrin. 

I feel like I broke the bbbh rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip or there will be mutiny, the flaccid kind. Honestly, at that point, I was in asshole mode and hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted:

Me: Hey. Want a load? <sent face pic>

Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break.

Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min

Him: Got a nice cock?

Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent>

Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there.

Me: All good. 5 min.

'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him faking his stats/pics, fucking up the anon scenario and not clenching. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself channeling. I took a quick vid of me hate fucking the btm to send to my friend despite the bad lighting (wish Android had night vision so I could capture my anon fucks in the dark), just as another thing I felt to be in-keeping with the momentum of my disdain. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still deep in my balls. 

When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against it watching him because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob, of course, I planned on breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out a forceful entry scene as a last resort (just wordplay, I don't condone rape). I nodded toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was kinda secluded. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for compact Viking-like dude to show up and thought to myself, yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of the room I just left - curtains were drawn though, understandably. I could see the hesitation and uncertainty in his face, but lust won over and he nodded.

Got him!  

I leaned against the alleyway wall and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and the head was purple and swollen before he came. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect. If this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, sight of a hard cock is the net to snag him. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, not a second before he's on his knees an away he goes; I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by motel guests from their rooms, of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people passersby if they looked toward the crevice at a certain angle.  I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic to this grubby little crevice, and enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing up and down my shaft. I luxuriated in that decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like animals in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mate on the filthy ground. Dirty, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Stop, no, it's dirty' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' And he did. He released and I went straight in with my tongue as turgid and as pointed as I could make it. I don't think he expected the sudden intrusion but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hardworking man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness, and also, along with this aroma is the knowledge that it is a deeply personal zone of his that is kept private usually but is now the target of your exploration and ravaging in the most carnal sense. Then I stealthily and quick stuck my index finger deep inside him and he panicked. Although I hate fingering, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically effective strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom. I think implicitly, it sends a message that you've just intruded into his territory, it's done and penetration has happened in this small degree, so from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to tease toward butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just speeds things up, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations on mess and just go with the flow. I really do want his cock inside me after all.'

I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed and then I leaned in and pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, I removed my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I understood that to be a green light, pushed into him and gave into the asshole dom top mood that had been waiting on the sidelines. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an animal in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way. It wasn't my proudest top moment tbh, I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently. It was painful for him, I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Still, I was an asshole and persisted with fucking, soft whimpers and groans falling on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his hair, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeply. At some point I realized that my pounding was pushing us both out of hiding from the corner. Perhaps I went too far with this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I pushed him out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, none aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down  and I don't think he realized that he was in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and bent him over. This was a good position, he felt tight and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge.  I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'. I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly (yes, my cardio is absolute shit) against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking kids laughing and whooping, as I pulled my cock out, released my grip and we beelined it back to the alleyway crevice while we both pulled our jeans and underwear up to quickly cover our cocks. Lanky viking dude didn't stop running. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a thought of 'oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency/exposure, you're lucky no one called the cops. Exiting the parking lot, I nodded to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of rawdogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that snowballed from my irritation at an anon btm who doesn't clench and who I pretended to cum inside.

[NWUSHorny]

I would have gladly switched places with either you or the Viking guy. I probably wouldn't have blocked you afterward.

[PERVERSATILE]

Don't sweat it CrackerJack- consider all the times you did the proper thing, played the good guy, made your mom proud and still got fucked over & totally screwed and not in the hot anonymous ass pounding balls slapping fountainous exchange of fluids kinda way.

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.
"So we can believe the big ones?"
YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.
"They're not the same at all!"
YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET- AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME...SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.
"Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point—"
MY POINT EXACTLY.”
-Terry Pratchett ''Hogfather''

Edited April 1, 2022 by PERVERSATILE

[partying.hard]

To the OP…read this thread,  not everyone likes a tight hole

 

[ErosWired]

Well. There’s a whole lot we could unpack there, my friend. But I think the crux of it lies in this:

21 hours ago, rock-cock-jock said:

he looked nowhere like the image I had built up in my head. I have an overactive imagination and I was visualizing from his pics a 40s brown haired married dad that works a construction job, has football buds on the weekend to drink beer with and maybe coaches a hockey team or something, or y'know,  whatever community type social thing closeted suburban straight dads do with their free time (in public anyway) in pleasantville.

You complain that the guy faked his stats, but what difference did it make - you created not just a set of imaginary ideal stats for him to live up to in your horny, overimaginitive head, but a whole fucking backstory… for an anon cumdump you were supposedly going to be fucking in a darkened room.

His cunt wasn’t the only thing with a loose grip on the situation.

He might not have been entirely accurate in his profile stats, but was how far off was he really? Be fair. Try to be objective. Compare him to what he wrote, not to what you imagined. No, he might not have had the tautest twat you ever fucked, but dammit, man, you passed the previous Top on his way out still zipping up his pants - for all you know he jackhammered that bottom’s cunt without mercy for an hour before depositing that load. I work hard on making sure I keep my cunt muscles in shape for strategic gripping, and I can take cock with the best of them, but a Top can still leave me so rough-fucked that there’s no grip left; and that makes me neither lazy nor loose. The guy hadn’t even had time to recover, but he was still willing to service you then and there, like a champ.

So it wasn’t dark enough for your taste? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to fine-tune the lighting in a ratty hotel room for just the right gloom? The lights (sometimes there’s only one working) don’t have fucking dimmers. So you have to either drape a towel over the light, or go with the bathroom light on and the door cracked open, and even if you do manage to find some sort of level, the next Top who comes in says it’s either too dark or too bright; and then the next one says the opposite. Sorry he didn’t set your dream scenario up just exactly right - he actually might have, and Mr. Ginger before you may have fucked it up by insisting on more light.

Ah, so his ass hair was shaved, and not the perfect bespoke length to tickle your skin? Here’s the deal with body hair for cumdumps, man - we’re damned if we do, and damned if we don’t. No two Tops have the same taste, and in my experience, it’s pretty much split down the middle. There’s no way to please every anonymous guy who walks in, and there’s no point in trying. You pick a mode and you go with it.

He wasn’t face-down, ass-up when you entered? Did he even have time to collect himself between the two of you? Get himself ready for you in any way? Did you allow any time for the ideal presentation, or did you just tag-team it with Ginger-Top before his cum had even stopped dripping off the guy’s cunt? If you want personalized service, you have to allow time for prep - we’re cumdumps, not magicians.

You want absolution? Oh, you’re going to have to do penance for that, my man. You think you disrespected him by calling him a whore, hate-fucking him (unjustly) and faking your orgasm with an Oscar-worthy performance 🙄? No. You disrespected him by checking out Grindr for his replacement while you were still inside his body taking advantage of the gift of his intimacy. I don’t even think there’s a Circle Of Hell specifically tailored for that. They may have to make one.

What makes this whole sordid tale and your appeal for sympathy so absurd is that although your butthurt is grievously inflamed by the fact that the anon cumdump didn’t match your imagined ideal of a straight, brown-haired, blue-collar, suburban football-fan hockey-coach dad who also takes loads as a cumdump 🤔, you are then, without missing a beat, delighted to fuck a sketchy Viking who bears no resemblance to that description whatsoever.

I kind of have to ask - if your imagination is all that, couldn’t you just have closed your eyes and imagined that the room was dark and the anon cumdump was everything you wanted?

I call shenanigans on the whole thing and recommend you go soak your head. Maybe you’ll feel better.

[hntnhole]

On 3/31/2022 at 3:04 AM, rock-cock-jock said:

Penance?

I suggest 3 "our father's", 5 "holy schemoley's", and 20 "mercy-fucks" ... oh - and don't count those beads 50 times, wear them to an orgy.

[rock-cock-jock]

6 hours ago, ErosWired said:

You complain that the guy faked his stats, but what difference did it make - you created not just a set of imaginary ideal stats for him to live up to in your horny, overimaginitive head, but a whole fucking backstory… for an anon cumdump you were supposedly going to be fucking in a darkened room.

@ErosWiredAll good man, I always appreciate your input and the thought you put into it, even though you're often very critical of me xD

Yes, I know, I'm weird. So, I dunno when it started but I've realized that alot of the time when I hookup, my brain just starts doing this thing automatically where I build a rough fictional story, more like an impression really, of the person based on just a couple random things I might notice about their appearance or clothes or pics or whatever and then, during fucking, I kinda pull up the rough impression of the fictional story in my head and kinda just use it to be more immersed in the moment and to enjoy the sex better. By kind of having that impression of the guy in my head, it makes me crave his cock and cum moreso because they're kinda like trophies you might collect but are connected to that sort of slice of life that he comes from. Y'know how sex is just better when it's with a guy that you have a great connection with? Well, this is kinda like faking a connection to play up the fantasy side of things and make the mental part of sex a bit more interesting. Definitely a self-imposed mind game for myself and probably not something normal people do I realize. But trust me, give it a try and you'll def find it makes the sex funner.

Regarding the faking of stats and pics, no, there was definitely an obvious difference. Well, the stats were probably the same except for his weight but the pics must have definitely been a few years old and had him looking way more attractive with good skin, a healthy looking body etc. I personally don't think it is acceptable to misrepresent yourself on a hookup site because the thought process is basically a deceitful one,  of something like, 'maybe hookup guy wont notice my body flaws that I removed and enhanced by photoshop and, if he does, so what, there's a chance we'll still have sex because he's already here, and even if worst case scenario he does call me out and leaves, no big deal, I'll just find someone else on grindr.' I on the other hand, spent 40 min driving into the city (plus gas) under a certain impression he portrayed and even discounting my weird backstory habit on my perception of things, stats and pics speak for themselves and I don't think we need to delve into the grey zone here at all to recognize that he lied about his profile. 

I accept your criticisms of my being irritated at these small things and you're right, I was being petty, but, you have to understand, on that day, I was stressed out with some other personal and family things going on at the time and when I'm stressed out, my tolerance level just plummets. Perhaps I could have been more empathetic and understanding towards the anon btm, especially since I can relate to anon cumdumping as well, but, I was in a dark mood that day, and when stressed out, I like things done a certain way, and get irritated if they don't. I love the anon fetish (no, really, like a lot) and am very aware of the layout when I'm topping as anon. I expect certain basic essential things, including but not limited to a certain degree of darkness, someone on the bed waiting ass up face down rdy to get fucked and minimal social interaction, preferably none at all (it's probably because of my social anxiety, but the lack of social interaction is a major reason I love the anon fetish so much)  and Maybe I'm being too inflexible but even now when I'm typing this and not in a stressed out mood, I can't help but be irked remembering the expectation of things going a certain way, only to gradually deviate with small things that progressively add up. I definitely wasn't in a calm and emotionally stable frame of mind that morning, that's for sure. But even 

Regarding the butt hair and his hole looseness, yeah, obviously everyone has their own preferences and I wasn't making any absolute proclamations on how good they are or anything. I referred to them from my own perspective, which is simply that I prefer body hair and that I prefer tight holes to fuck. And if these implicate perceived fault to the anon btm, so what? It's inconsequential because these things are a matter of personal preference and it's valid to state as such, the same way it's valid for people to voice their preference for hair color or eye color or any other arbitrary body trait that influences our individually variable perception of attractiveness. So, I think it perfectly acceptable to assert my dislike of shaved skin and loose holes upon experiencing them. Regarding loose holes, I think I'm justified in my dislike because it's rooted in the fact that quite simply, it made sex not feel good, i.e there wasn't adequate stimulation on my dick when fucking to feel pleasurable or to get me into it. That's how I honestly feel about it. It sucked, it felt like warm pudding. Should I then feel remorse for my treatment of the anon btm? Perhaps, though going through my actions, I was like a 2/10 on the mean scale, fairly negligible, and as for my thoughts and criticisms of things, they came from an honest place and I feel unapologetic about communicating them candidldly as to how I saw things at the time. 

[evilqueerpig]

I live my life without apologies or regrets....even if it was faked, the substandard bottom got your cock and if he was too cumfilled to notice he didn't get your load, that's not on you.

[ErosWired]

46 minutes ago, evilqueerpig said:

I live my life without apologies or regrets....even if it was faked, the substandard bottom got your cock and if he was too cumfilled to notice he didn't get your load, that's not on you.

A really substandard bottom is unlikely to get too cumfilled to notice. If he was cum-sloppy, he was obviously a good enough fuck for more than one other Top that night. And clearly, he was good enough to bring the previous Top to climax.

[ErosWired]

3 hours ago, rock-cock-jock said:

All good man, I always appreciate your input and the thought you put into it, even though you're often very critical of me xD

Please don’t take anything I write as a personal remark - I’ve never met you and don’t presume to make any judgment about you. The only thing I have in front of me is the text you post, and whatever I may comment on is essentially a rhetorical critique.

To wit: You may or may not have represented your case well, but you certainly didn’t do yourself any favors with bits like this:

On 3/31/2022 at 2:04 AM, rock-cock-jock said:

I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today

Or this:

On 3/31/2022 at 2:04 AM, rock-cock-jock said:

I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out a forceful entry scene as a last resort (just wordplay, I don't condone rape).

Yet what you describe was coercing the guy into painful anal sex he wasn’t looking for in a compromising, embarrassing, and potentially illegal situation. With prior intent. In fact, the whole narrative from the moment you contacted the Viking dude is a rather disturbing profile of someone planning and carrying out a sexual assault intended to gratify the perpetrator through the pain, humiliation and distress experienced by the victim.

By the way, a minor, but highly significant detail I omitted from my prior critique:

On 3/31/2022 at 2:04 AM, rock-cock-jock said:

Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate.

🤨 A Top using poppers wants to whine that a bottom’s cunt isn’t tight enough to stimulate his cock. Uh-huh. Do you know why I don’t give Tops my poppers now? It’s because - without fail - poppers soften, if not outright kill, erections. Tops will say, ‘Oh, that doesn’t happen to me.’ Bullshit. Your cocks tell a different story than the buzz in your head. If you were sniffing poppers, you’re going to have a hard time convincing me that there was anything in that bottom’s cunt firm enough to grip.

But -

Like I say, all I have in front of me is the text you wrote, and while I don’t doubt that this is an account of your evening, the elaborate prosaic style of the narrative suggests to me that you have allowed yourself considerable license in the embellishment of it, and while it may not be fictional, we mustn’t take it verbatim as a basis to assess you or your motives. I consider it, rather, as an overlay of an imagined evening laid onto the skeleton of actual events. What you provide us gives us all considerable breadth and depth for speculation, but really very little for judgment.

Suffice it to say that if your conscience is bothering you, perhaps you should ask yourself why. That’s something no one here can answer for you.

By the way - Of all the things that concern you about this, the thing that seems to trouble you most is that you faked your orgasm. But of all the things you say you thought or did, that is the one single thing that was kind. You could have just pulled out and said, “Fuck this,” but you didn’t - you simulated the moment that would have provided that bottom a sense of self-worth, even if you didn’t actually receive any reward yourself.

So maybe you deserve some absolution after all.

Edited April 1, 2022 by ErosWired

[ErosWired]

6 hours ago, hntnhole said:

I suggest 3 "our father's", 5 "holy schemoley's", and 20 "mercy-fucks" ... oh - and don't count those beads 50 times, wear them to an orgy.

Are the beads anal beads? Those may be too much fun to use for penance.

[JamesL100]

In a parallel universe there is a post from the pissed off cumdump whining that he's been fucked but not bred!

[hntnhole]

4 hours ago, ErosWired said:

Are the beads anal beads? Those may be too much fun to use for penance.

LOL ..... no ..... but I do like the suggestion.  I was thinking of these loops of beads one of my buddies' grandmother used to carry around, rubbing each one, muttering about who knows what ..... she was deeply into the RC silly business, carried talismans with her to "protect" her against some unseen enemy (?) ... but I DO like your suggestion a lot better !!!

Per the further above, I suspect the same .... licenses are for driving, flying airplanes*, hunting, fishing, stuff like that ... right?

*which I flunked because I couldn't see the damned colors on the wingtips, landing strips well enough ...😠

[rock-cock-jock]

5 hours ago, ErosWired said:

compromising, embarrassing, and potentially illegal situation. With prior intent. In fact, the whole narrative from the moment you contacted the Viking dude is a rather disturbing profile of someone planning and carrying out a sexual assault intended to gratify the perpetrator through the pain, humiliation and distress experienced by the victim.

@ErosWired Oh yes, that's a very fair assessment of a shade of my personality. It's not like 'asshole' mode just emerged out of nowhere. I'm not at all perfect, and even though I generally try to be a good person, there are definitely dark twisted spots in my personality. I definitely have a cruel streak that I think is related to a certain aggressive sex frame of mind - I can't describe it well but I'm sure there must be guys here that can relate to it and are more self aware than I am. And you're right, but as much as I'd like to be a kinder and more sympathetic person, if I'm being completely honest, I am very selfish, incredibly so, and it's not accidental that I prioritised my own sexual gratification over the well being of anon btm and viking dude. On a fundamental level, I think that a basic hookup is supposed to be an arrangement based on mutual benefit, with clear expectations of how things are supposed to go and expectations of how the other person looks to some degree. Anon dude definitely misrepresented these expectations so I do think resentment on my part is understandable. Pic faking is hardly rare but I still don't take kindly to it and perhaps if anon btm was clearer and more honest with communicating expectations, I'd be more understanding and react less psychopathically.

And oh yeah, I definitely had some creative license with this, in reality, things werent as extreme as I made them out to be but the main story really happened though albeit less intense, maybe 70-80% true. I think a certain amount of creative embelishment for this kind of thing is acceptable to make it more interesting  It's because it felt to be such a bizaare series of events from what I'm used to, even though objectively the sex was still on the relatively tame side  that I wanted to write it down, even though I knew clearly it didn't show me in a good light and some ppl would probably hate it. I can't help the elaborate prosaic style, that's just how it comes out and I'm too lazy to edit it. And if you perhaps think that this annoyingly wordy style stems from a complicated and needlessly overthinking personality, then you'd indeed be very correct.

[ejaculaTe]

20 hours ago, ErosWired said:

I don’t even think there’s a Circle Of Hell specifically tailored for that. They may have to make one.

 

The 8th Circle, Fraud, is for those who commit acts of dishonesty. Of course, there are grades of dishonesty, and in the first ring, panderers, sex workers, and seducers are tortured. They are whipped by the demons for they exploited others by seducing them to fulfill their interests. That sounds like a pretty good fit.