I’m currently 28 and a bi bottom but this happened a few years ago when I was 25. At this point I was only out to a few people, my roommate being one of them as he was gay and a couple of his friends who had become mine as well. At this point our lease coming to the end and unfortunately my roommate had got a new job and was moving in LA quite suddenly. Since He was leaning we weren’t going to renew as I wanted my own place, I was making enough to afford one but options were very limited at the time so I was likely going to have to settle for whatever is available.

During this search I had started talking with a sexy older daddy type. He was in his late 50s handsome clean cut very well dressed and appeared quite rich. He was 6’2 very fit and lean muscular with dirty blonde hair and clean shaved. He told me he splits time between LA and NYC as he moving for work to LA in a few months. We made plans to meet with he got back to NYC and the day finally arrived and I went to meet him at a fancy cocktail bar. I wasn’t really out at this point so honestly going on a “date“ with a man was mot something I was super comfortable with but he was hot and I really wanted to hook up.

I arrive and find him a table kind of tucked away in a private corner. He stood up and gave me a hug, he squeezed me tight and smelt amazing. As nervous as I was he was so charming and seductive that any nervous went out the window. Talked about work life, goals and eventually have a couple drinks moved more sexual and love life. I told him I was bi only out to a few people but becoming more comfortable with it, how I mostly had sex with me and also told him about my living situation. He was single, never married gay most of his life, had a few long term relationships but they weren’t for him. In the most seductive voice he told me he needed “a sexy younger man to have when I want my needs met… and they are often” At that point I think I let out a whimper and goosebumps ran up my body. We finished our drinks and he suggested we go back to his place.

Luckily he lived right around the corner in a beautiful brownstone building Right on the first floor. The apartment was a huge 2 bedroom with a big livingroom and even a dinning room. He told me he bought it years ago and planned to keep it even when he went to LA as he would be back in NYC often. It wasn’t long during the tour before he came up behind me pulled me into him and whispered in my ear to “strip for daddy”. I followed his order as he he groped my body saying how sexy I was before pulling me into him and making out with me with such power and passion. I was melting in his arms as he started to undress revealing his amazing body which I started to caress. Finally He dropped his pants and out feel his beautiful thick 7.5 in cock (he had it listed on his profile) and I immediately went to town sucking him right there in the kitchen. He was calling me such an eager slut, show daddy how much I love his cock.

we eventually moved to the couch and he sat down stroking his cock with lube and he told me to ride his daddy cock. I straddled him and squatted down onto his cock and before I knew it i was driving up and down him riding him like a bronco. The way his cock curved and the angle I moved to his cock was slamming right into my prostate. He gripped my hips guiding me up and down telling me how sexy I looked taking daddy’s cock, I think he could sense it and told me to cum for daddy. The way he spoke was so seductive and the way his cock was fucking me I exploded all over him, he kept guiding me up and down as my orgasm kept going almost tearing up at this point and he started to grunt as my hole clenched around his cock and told me he was going to breed me. I barely got out the words “breed me daddy!” And he did just that, his cock shooting his load into me as he roared, the grunts he made as he came were so hot but also it was like his whole body was feeling it, he was convulsing shaking as he cock throbbed inside me. Making a man react like this was so hot I almost came again lol. Finally he came down pulled me in for a kiss told me how good I did and as we were nose to nose said “i think you need to clean up the mess son”.

I smirked as I got up down his cock started but liking my cum from his chest and abs and eventually moved down to his cock, sucking off all the cum still on it and what left as I came off his cock even getting it off his balls. He was loving it, saying how good of a slut I was and how he was going to have to keep me around. I told him I’d love that daddy and we made out more, he got up made us a couple cocktails and we sat there naked on the couch chatting more. At some point I didn’t even realize I started to stroke his cock again and before I knew it he hand me bent over the couch fucking me hard and with such power until he bred me again. As I did before but this time without being prompted I dropped to my knees and sucked hsi cock clean. He smirked and said I was such a properly trained slut.

We exchanged numbers and I went home, definitely walking funny but couldn’t stop thinking about him, maybe because I felt his seed still leaking out of me. A day later he said I should come over that night and he had a “proposition for me”. I had no idea what he was going to say but was excited. I arrived at his place he handed me a cocktail as he was already naked and told me he was a bit of a nudist and I dropped my clothes. We sat on the same couch he fucked and bred me twice and he went on to say how he prefers to have consistent sexual partners, not necessarily to date but when he’s in town a sexy son who can take care of his needs and knows how to properly. He added “I was also thinking about your living situation and thought of a possible solution“ I really had no idea what he was going to say next but was truly shocked. He said since he’s only here every other weekend, I could stay full time at his place until I find the right place for myself instead of having to settle. I said that’d be amazing daddy thank you. He stopped me and said if I did I’d have to be make sure I was taking care of his “needs” when he wants a blowjob or to fuck me I did it. I laughed and grabbed his cock and said I’d me more than happy to help and started to suck his cock. We fucked again that night two more times before he sent me home full of his seed. He also told me he would be out of town for the next month and that he had a storage unit I could keep my things in while I stayed with him.

My roommate had already moved to LA when he was back in town and he even arranged to have movers take care of my things. When I finally got to his place I immediately stripped and within seconds was on my knees sucking his cock. After another round of fucking we had dinner and drinks and as we were he slid me a credit card telling me he likes to take care of his sons and to use it as I pleased. I said that wasnt necessary this is more than enough and he told me no, save your money, I have more than enough and like to spoil my son.

Over the next two months I was completely living at his place and any days he was in town I he was fucking and using me like a ragdoll and I loved every second of it. He encouraged me to update my wardrobe, he sent me to a custom suit place he used. This man was spending thousands of dollars on me, my food, my bar tabs my clothes. Part of me felt kind of like a whore but also I knew he actually enjoyed it and I was more than happy to give him my holes. Even after he moved fully to LA I stayed at his place for a couple months until I eventually found a spot that was perfect. During that time he’d make trips back to the city and I was always there to be his slutty eager son.

We keep in contact til this day and still see each other when he’s in town.

37 mwm here been letting my wife pegged me for the last couple of years even using a bad dragon with cum tube so she can fill me up. At this point though I NEED to feel a real warm cock fuck me bare and breed my tight married hole like I deserve. Like it's gotten to the point I think about it daily , get hard at work scrolling reddit and by the time I leave my underwear are soaked from leaking so much.

So I have been looking to experiment for a while now.I've been on and off sniffies for a while. And I always got creeped out . Well , I believe I may have found my unicorn we talked for a couple days on and off for a while.\nWe planned to meet up It fell through the first time . I consider myself as a top , and he considers himself as a bottom well, we finally made it work.\n He doesn't have a lot of time, so he told me to kind of start prepping myself and he was gonna blow me. I\n Was nervous and very much overwhelmed?\n He told me he wanted to see me stroking when he pulls up. He pulled up jumped in my vehicle , didn't say a word and just went to town on me i came in like 5 minutes.He rocked me with a mouth hug like I've never came that hard before.And that's the second time i've ever had an orgasm from a low job alone. He basically stole my soul and then gave it back to me when he said , same time tomorrow of course i said yes . That was it , he left . My head was swirling , and by the time I gained my composure back after a couple minutes , I had realized that i'm gonna buy this MoFu. A car if he keeps rocking me like this, and he has intentions on it. Every time I even think about him, I get rock hard\nIt's crazy , but I just had to get this off my chest sorry for the grammar

So I have been looking to experiment for a while now.I've been on and off sniffies for a while. And I always got creeped out . Well , I believe I may have found my unicorn we talked for a couple days on and off for a while.\\nWe planned to meet up It fell through the first time . I consider myself as a top , and he considers himself as a bottom well, we finally made it work.\\n He doesn't have a lot of time, so he told me to kind of start prepping myself and he was gonna blow me. I\\n Was nervous and very much overwhelmed?\\n He told me he wanted to see me stroking when he pulls up. He pulled up jumped in my vehicle , didn't say a word and just went to town on me i came in like 5 minutes.He rocked me with a mouth hug like I've never came that hard before.And that's the second time i've ever had an orgasm from a low job alone. He basically stole my soul and then gave it back to me when he said , same time tomorrow of course i said yes . That was it , he left . My head was swirling , and by the time I gained my composure back after a couple minutes , I had realized that i'm gonna buy this MoFu. A car if he keeps rocking me like this, and he has intentions on it. Every time I even think about him, I get rock hard\\nIt's crazy , but I just had to get this off my chest sorry for the grammar

I’m a barber on the Los Angeles/OC border, my heart was pounding as I was finishing a cut on a client. I broke the chair back so he was in a more laying back position, trimming his beard, I’m getting so hard under my jeans, and I can feel my chest getting tight. I’m nervous, but I know why he made another late night appointment. With his eyes closed, and so close to my crotch, I was getting braver by the second. Finally I unzip my pant with one hand and pull out my hard throbbing cock, I gently place it on his lips. He opened his mouth to receive it right away, he was ready. He started moaning while slowly caressing
My shaft, I kept trying to focus on his beard, shaving up around his ears my cock was pulsating. I look at his lips and, and he’s sucking me off like a bottle, and he was hungry. I let him stay on it for a few minutes before I tell him to turn to the other side so I can finish. I walk around with my cock out, and he was fast to take it back in from the other side. It felt so good, I was holding back as long as I could, but it was so hard. I told him I was about to cum, and then I could feel him latch on tight, making sure I don’t pull out. He sucked me dry that night, and it felt so good.

Well he's a homeless guy, always around, he stuck up for me one night at the bus stop, so I try to repay him with a meal here and there, some times I've invited him to crash at my apartment. Well I swear it's happened to me before, I told him I heard you got caught jacking off outside, dhu your homeless where else are you gonna do it, I noticed he's tried here with out me knowing. I told him I'm gonna see a guy and when I get back I'm gonna smoke and watch porn and Jack off he said he didn't care and didn't leave. He let me go first seeing how far I would go.

I got naked lubed up and watched trans and gay breeding. Yep, he joined in and I moved sitting right next to him asked if I could suck on that huge thick hard black beautiful cock he said yes and that was as far as I got tried to sit and ride but he's not there yet, but I'm grooming him, he watches me on all fours ass up head down moaning I need that nutt! They always come around to fuck me!

I was 25 and my roommate was another gay guy, 28 who worked dispatch for a big trucking company and he was out. Nobody who knew Tom didn’t know he was into men.

But in the tiny little town where we lived, he didn’t come off as gay so that made it all ok. I was half in and half out of the closet, but .. had reached the point where i didn’t care.

Tom & I fooled around a few times before I moved in there, but I thought that was long behind us cause neither one of us really expressed much interest in the other, so fine.

I had a boyfriend at the time he was 21, he was there a lot and we did what you do when you’re that young — a lot.

One night I came home from work. I worked at a nearby university.

Tom stopped me in the door as I came into the kitchen and said “oh my buddies here staying the night. I don’t know he might stay here for a little bit. He’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. His girlfriend just broke up with him. He’s pretty broke up about it.”

I says, “and he would be?” Meaning to get his name.

Tom says without skipping a beat, “29. Straight as hell and a bit phobic, and about 2.5 times you in weight and size. I mean, it’s your life. You can do what you want, but I wouldn’t.”

I slapped him across the head gently and said “no his name dummy”

“He’s Jimmy, he’s cool, but just try to keep the gay stuff to a minimum around him”. It seems quaint now, but at the time this was a thing.

That night around 10 o’clock the stereo in the living room room began pelting out “Indiana wants me but i can’t go back there”. And if you know the song, it’s old as hell it’s predates me by a lot. It opens and closes with sirens. The singer of the song can’t go back to Indiana because the police want them there.

But for drunk Jimmy, who was by now very drunk — drinking his sorrows away. It wasn’t Indiana wants me it was. Diana wants me that was his ex name.

And he played that song on repeat at full volume — with all his poor little Straight man/boy broken hearted voice had ; off tune, bad rhythm and saying the wrong words.

At the 45 minute mark, I went to see Tom and I was like, “Dude, come on somebody’s gotta do something here; people gotta sleep”. Tom was in the kitchen fixing a drink. This was all going down in the living room, where Jimmy sat in the chair, still belting his heart out drunk AF. It would reset the needle on the record at the end of each play and it would start again.

Tom just looked at me and says “your life you can do what you want but I wouldn’t interrupt that guy when he’s drunk like this; cause I don’t think it’ll go well.”

Uh huh. So helpful.

So the drunk boy “Indiana/Diana wants me or doesn’t want me” chorus” went on about another 45 minutes, I’m not even exaggerating on the time, the song suddenly stopped playing from the living room.

I waited briefly, to see if it would restart, but it did not; this intrigued me . Could it be the concert was over ? No encore?! I got up from my room went down to peek in the living room.

And there he was, he was passed out, gone completely; in his little chair there with a beer, kind of dangling from his hand like it was about to fall.

We had a tile living room so that would’ve made a mess and the record …. It was a record player, and it was the needle was bumping at the end of the record over and over and over again.

I walked in quiet like, removed the beer bottle from his hand, and sat it on a nearby coffee table. I turned around and turned off the record player, pulled the needle up and put it back where it went. I damn near broke the record, but I just left it there.

As I turned back around to go back to my room where I was alone on this particular evening, he made some drunk guy passed out noise. I turned to see if he was waking … and my eyes thought i saw movement from his left hand, which had been sitting on his stomach, but before I could process, whether or not, I saw a movement, my eyes fell on Jimmy’s crotch.

His fly was down. I don’t recall seeing that just a moment ago; did he unzip his fly or was it down this whole time? He was so drunk and it had to be down that whole time right ?? And for whatever reason, Jimmy was commando, I found out later Jimmy was commando all the time.

I could see just inside from the open, fly, the mushroom head of his dick and the side of his dick. He tucked up …good to know. Circumcised, my fav.

No no that crazy thinking, you could die i thought…

Now this was a moment of deep temptation that I was thinking there is no way …this is a terrible idea. You need to go to your room and go to bed.

I reached down and safely wiggled his left knee from the kneecap and was like “dude you gotta get up and go to the couch man you can’t sleep like that.” I tried twice more and nothing roused him.

Hmmm I thought. Hmm.

Temptation is the Devil‘s playground.

I heard Tom’s voice in my head once again, reminding me that this fellow could break me in half without even breaking a sweat.

But then I factored in just how drunk he was and how totally uncoordinated he would be when he was that drunk.

This is the math i did.

But then I thought, if I just undo that one button, at the top of the open zipper, I could really get a good look at his dick and then I can go to bed.

As I was fumbling with the button rather awkwardly because they’re meant to be removed by the person wearing them, and not by somebody standing in front of them generally speaking; his hand which was easily twice to three times the size of my own, pushed down to his crotch and batted my hand away, as if I were a fly or some other pest , and then unbuttoned the pants himself; as if they were too tight or something, then his massive hand slowly returned to the middle of his stomach, where it seemed to comfortable to stay. After stopping to scratch his belly button briefly.

Now is this an invite or? I stood there for a goddamn long time. Just trying to decide what to do.

Finally, I said, fuck it (I actually said it out loud quietly, but out loud ) and peeled back the two corners from the top so I could see his dick. He was thick like a beast and at least 8 inches without any reservation 8 inches, maybe more but definitely eight. And Jimmy was fucking hard. Jimmy was hard as a rock, I didn’t know how I didn’t see that before.

Did he just become hard in the last minute or two now now it hasn’t been hard all along, right?

It was hard as fuck and dripping, precum… fuck off, I thought

And just then I swear to God, just then his dick bounced like he flexed it!!

No fucking way!?! I thought. No fucking way!

So I said fuck it, again, and I reached down and and I fingered the pre-cum off the end of his dick and put it in my mouth. It tasted SOO good. It tasted so good. I gave it a little stroke. He flexed again. I looked up to his face. He looked passed out. I mean, he looked really passed out.

He was drooling a little even.

I stroked him for a couple of minutes nabbed some precum a few more times and finally I just decided fuck it and I bent down took him in my mouth, and sucked him and it took like less than a minute, and he flooded my mouth with cum. He moaned appropriately, but seemingly still passed out. I thought this guy was either the best actor on earth or just really fucking drunk . This sweet massive homophobic redneck dude had the fucking tastiest cum I’ve ever tasted in my life to that point; it was just perfect.

I swallowed it all gently, put his pants roughly back together, but left the top button unbuttoned fly down and went to bed.

A few hours later, I get up to go to the bathroom and on my way through the living room I couldn’t help, but notice his button was buttoned and his fly was zipped. That’s unusual behaviour for a guy that’s passed out as drunk as he supposedly was.

This happened five more times before I moved out. I was moving to another city. And each time always starting with a 90 minute rendition of Indiana wants me.

He didn’t play that song every night and his fly wasn’t down every night, but he was drunk every night. And if he played that song, I knew his fly would be down and it was.

He never acknowledged what we did, and I never spoke of it when he was actually awake? But was he awake the whole time I mean he had to be right?? right?

I never said anything to Tom till years later and when I told him he was like fuck off no way — he was killing me that I didn’t tell him back at the time.

That was a pretty crazy experience and when I still can’t believe went down, as it did.

But it did

What did it take for your first time to receive anal? The reason behind this question is when I read some stories, people just jump into it first time. Beside the obvious mess, unless they just finished a bought of stomach flu, is the pain.

For me when I was in my early 20's I played with sticking things in my ass. What I remember from the experience is a little pain and discomfort. Then life happened, marriage,kids and career where I didn't do anything with my butt. A few years post divorce, late 40's, I started with small toys. Then slowly got larger and larger. When I finally got comfortable with guy, I thought I was ready we tried. I had to stop it was too painful. I did more practice and a few weeks later it worked.

I know I am not like everyone else, but what was your journey? Day one with no prep or was it a journey like me or maybe somewhere in between?

After years of wondering I finally bit the bullet and I downloaded for the nth time Grindr. I’m in a wonderful relationship of four years and I love my gf deeply. Everything is great but I’m kinda depressed these months, like clinically. Anyhow I randomly got into the app again and finally met someone in my uni bathrooms. He come in and we touch each other. It disgusted me deeply and I just ran out and deleted everything. The good news is that I finally have my answers and I know I’m not gay or bi cause I got way to repulsed by it. But now I’m devoured by a burning guilt and I don’t know if to come clean with my gf. She has a zero tolerance on cheating but I cannot lose her, she’s literally my everything she’s my best friend. I have no idea why the fuck I did it I feel so awful and I kinda would prefer to kill myself instead of confronting her. But I cannot face her knowing what I did. Why did I do it…

Shortly after getting settled into a new apartment I had started chatting with this guy from a close-by city. He was looking for a hookup, and being newish to the area I was down to meet new people. We would up making plans to meet up.
We got to the spot, he was driving a van. He hadn’t told me what he was driving but I saw him get out of the van to come get me. It was one of those conversion vans where the back seat lays flat into a bed.
He comes and gets me and we get in his van, and he has someone with him. Turned out to be his brother[20].
The brother was already ready to go, undressed and hard. When we got in, the guy I was supposed to be meeting started getting undressed. It was one of the more wild times I’ve had, but also it was a great time.

I spend most days while I am supposed to be working cruising Reddit and interacting with men. I desperately want to be fucked and suck cock. I especially LOVE chatting with married men. I want to be fucked wearing a man’s wife’s panties and bent over her side of the bed and fucked deep and hard. I want him to tell me how much better I suck cock than she does and how much better my pussy is than hers.

I’m a barber on the Los Angeles/OC border, my heart was pounding as I was finishing a cut on a client. I broke the chair back so he was in a more laying back position, trimming his beard, I’m getting so hard under my jeans, and I can feel my chest getting tight. I’m nervous, but I know why he made another late night appointment. With his eyes closed, and so close to my crotch, I was getting braver by the second. Finally I unzip my pant with one hand and pull out my hard throbbing cock, I gently place it on his lips. He opened his mouth to receive it right away, he was ready. He started moaning while slowly caressing
My shaft, I kept trying to focus on his beard, shaving up around his ears my cock was pulsating. I look at his lips and, and he’s sucking me off like a bottle, and he was hungry. I let him stay on it for a few minutes before I tell him to turn to the other side so I can finish. I walk around with my cock out, and he was fast to take it back in from the other side. It felt so good, I was holding back as long as I could, but it was so hard. I told him I was about to cum, and then I could feel him latch on tight, making sure I don’t pull out. He sucked me dry that night, and it felt so good.

I (30m) am finding it harder and harder not to cross the line with my friends (30m) little brother (21)

First off, I know I'm already deep in the wrong here, so spare me the moral superiority and lecturing. I'm just venting and looking for some objective opinions or advice on how to handle this mess.

I've known my friend J for most of my life, and back in high school, his parents had a nasty divorce. His little brother, G, was super young, so he went with their mom who moved about 7 hours away. J stayed in our small Midwest town and lived with their dad. I barely ever saw G except for when he'd visit his dad for a week or two in the summer, and even then, we never interacted since J and their dad were always out doing stuff. Honestly, I barely knew the kid until about a year and a half ago.

Flash forward to present day. I’m living in Colorado with my wife and three kids, and our sex life has been completely dead for 5 years since our youngest was born. Aside from the occasional mandatory peck in public, nothing happens. The marriage is a constant source of stress, I'm pulling 60-hour weeks as an electrician, and I spend all my spare time trying to finish house projects. I'm completely burnt out.
About a year and a half ago, J and his wife A moved into the house directly across the street. G moved in with them because he’s going to a local college and wanted some independence. At first, G barely gave me the time of day. When he did talk to me, he acted super bashful and intimidated. I figured it was just because I’m tall, well built, and hit the gym regularly. When I brought it up to J later, he laughed and said G thought I was homophobic or giving off those vibes. I told him I couldn’t care less and couldn’t be more accepting.

Eventually, G started warming up. He’d hang out with J, then started coming over solo to help me with stuff around the house. He actually turned out to be a huge help, and our conversations were funny and easy. It made the work fly by, so I didn't think twice about it.

Then came May. My wife and kids went on a family vacation with the in-laws, who for some reason hate my guts and didn’t invite me like usual. The first weekend they were gone, I was out back laying pavers. Right as I was unloading the last stack, my back completely spasmed mid-stride. I rolled my ankle and wiped out hard, slamming chest-first right onto the pavers I was holding. Fucked my shit up.

G comes sprinting over, thinking I had a seizure or something. He’s a small dude, and I easily outweigh him by 100 pounds, but he somehow hauled me up and got me inside. He sat me on the couch, propped my head up with a pillow, and grabbed ice for my ankle and back without even thinking twice. Before I even registered what was happening, he’s pulling my shoe and sock off to check my range of motion. Since he’s studying PT and sports medicine, it didn't seem weird at the time.

He gets my ankle taped up and iced, then tells me to sit up so he can check my chest. I was wearing a white tank top and apparently scraped myself raw when I fell, bleeding through a tiny bit. At that point, I felt a little weird—I wasn't crippled, so he was doing way more than necessary—but I went along with it. When I asked why, he pointed out the blood. I pulled the shirt off, and it looked pretty gnarly. He ran inside for bandages and antiseptic. When he was cleaning it up, it stung like hell, and thinking I was staring at the ceiling like I had been, I caught it: he bit his lip super quick, just for a second.

Seeing that single micro-expression made everything click into place instantly. I got a hard-on almost immediately, realizing what was actually going on. My mind was racing—I was completely freaked out and shy. What if it was just a random tic? But the sheer thought of it turned me on so damn much. The mix of getting physical care for a small injury combined with pure, real desire. And because I genuinely like him as a person and knew he cared enough to take care of me like that? It was an intense moment.
Now we're at a point where I know he knows I know he wants me, and it’s this crazy game of chicken to see who cracks first. And honestly? I don't stop him.

He’s over at my place constantly, hanging out in my shop. Sometimes he'll casually sit in my lap for a minute, talk shit, poke at my chest, and start rubbing it like it's completely normal. When I vent to him about my dead marriage, he drops things like, "You deserve someone who'll do whatever you want when you want, you're too hot for that," or says that if he had me, I'd be satisfied all the time. Hearing that from him—feeling actually desired and appreciated—turns me on more than I can say.

Now I think he's hot as hell and look at him completely differently. Every single day is a struggle not to just say fuck it and cross the line. I know I'm already emotionally cheating, and I've technically started the process for a divorce. My own internal compass is the only thing holding me back until I drop the news to her. We haven't done anything explicitly sexual yet aside from those steamy, random rubdowns, but if he touches my bulge in any way, I'm done for. I'm planning to break the news to my wife in the next month or two anyway.

I cut out a ton of filler to keep this from becoming a novel, but that's the gist of it. Happy to clarify anything if needed.

Should I just say fuck it and do it? I wake up every morning and it’s all I can think about. My wife is taking the kids back home for Halloween and I’m staying back and it’s going to be an intense 5 days

I love showing off when hard. It actually grows pretty big. But who doesn’t like to see a big fat juicy soft dick?

When I was a very horny 19 year old I was scrolling on Craigslist and saw a guy offering money to suck cock. I was broke so I messaged him and we agreed I'd come over and let him suck for £50.

I went over and he was this desperate, fat, middle aged guy. I lay down and closed my eyes and let him suck me. He was grunting and drooling and it made me feel so disgusted but also kind of turned on.

He would message me at least once a week and while I said no a lot I'd often go over. He wanted to kiss me but I said no. We ended up agreeing he could lick my face for an extra £20. He had a huge tongue and I kind of ended up with a kink for being licked.

It went on for a couple of years. He was always so desperate for more and more and in the end it got too much but I often think about it. It was fun in a really gross way.

I've always been attracted to women, my whole life, but recently ive had this burning, aching desire to fill my throat with cock. I've NEVER been with a man in any way shape or form, the closest ive come is toys. But Holy shit, the thought of having a big juicy cock pumping in and out of my mouth until it explodes down my throat...? 🥵🥵 Just turns me on so much and gets me SO DAMN HARD. I wish I had to confidence to make it happen in my small town 😕

Everything shifted after that one incident few years back. I initially thought i would get over it and I’ll never remember it as it it never happened I’ll completely erase it from my memory it was that traumatic for me but fate had different plans.

I’m Rishi a 23yo from Goa a small state from India and these are my real experiences. As straight guy i was fond of reading eroticas and the feeling of delayed ejaculation which always felt missing in porn. I was functioning normally in life just had a breakup and was getting over it. Until this one train journey that happened with me and shifted everything. (I would definitely share the incident if we end up in my 📩 as it is personal and I don’t feel like sharing it here)

After this incident i saw a shift in my erotic consumption. Out of curiosity and thrill i read an erotica involving two males one younger and one older. The older being the leading one. I found an intensity in my erection while reading it, which felt unusual than the times when i used to read normal ones earlier. I didn’t pay much attention to that and i didn’t realise when it became a routine and I started only reading gay eroticas. Because i felt the intensity was way stronger in erection and ejaculation and the pleasure too. I didn’t realise when i got sort of addicted to this routine, reading gay eroticas and prone masturbating while reading them. It felt like these were the consequences of the incident that happened with me in train because everytime I noticed myself reading a story in which the younger guy felt submissive to the older one and this had become a sort of category from which I would read. Subconsciously i was getting the visuals and the emotions that i felt in train, while reading these eroticas where i slowly started imagining myself at that young boy’s place and it genuinely was pleasing especially arousing.

From eroticas this habit shifted to porn the category and the pull towards the scenario remained same. I would spend hours finding an ideal porn that fitted in that category so i could finally cum while rubbing against the bed. I had completely stopped using hands to masturbate. The kink and satisfaction that prone masturbating has cannot be matched with the use of hand. Slowly i started experiencing an urge to experience what i was consuming daily. I started recalling those moments from train and i used to suppress these urges as i couldn’t fulfill them all i could do was cum, cum a lot.

This has reached at such point where i only can get aroused to such eroticas or porn, other than that i feel no arousal. I strongly feel deprived of that feeling where a young boy just submits under an older man that leads him to ecstasy. These urges get stronger day by day and I have suppressed them enough but now I am not able to do that anymore because i can clearly sense my body craving that feeling.

I wish to experience that feeling when a mature man pops that young boy’s cherry just with the tip of his shaft and then slowly the entire length disappears inch by inch inside the virgin peach of that boy. I wish to experience that sweet pain and the friction that happens when the old hunk pushes himself inside. Going crazy on these thoughts and imaginations I finally gathered a courage while being under a trance while watching a porn. I was so aroused watching it and I couldn’t control my urges wanting to experience the feeling.

I ended up sliding a cucumber in me with a condom on it. When i tried i couldn’t take it in ofcourse as i am a virgin but the horniness was at peak. I started with my middle finger lubed with coconut oil. It went in after pushing it slightly and i experienced the friction. It was burning slightly but the fire of lust i was burning in was way hotter than this so i inserted my thumb and my mouth opened on its own i could feel the difference in thickness. I circled it in slowly trying to stretch my entrance. After few minutes i decided ill insert 2 fingers and i was successful, my middle and forefinger was inside and now i was moving them in and out slowly while twisting them from left to right. I was experiencing so much pleasure mixed with pain but the only “P” i could sense at that time was Pleasure.

In five minutes i decided to take the cucumber i tried keeping it straight against the bed and sitting on it but it still was thick for me but i wanted it in anyhow now. So i went to kitchen i peeled the cucumber and reduced its girth and tried again. Surprisingly i could feel the tip going inside so all i did was loosen my sphincter muscle and slowly pushed myself on it and i watched myself infront of the mirror and i remembered the words that man whispered in my ears in train. The entire 5inch cucumber disappeared inside me and I was holding my hands on the bed for support watching my puffy perky nipples glistening with sweat poking proudly out as if someone was going to suck on them. I watched myself get completely flaccid from rock hard as the cucumber was going in i was loosing my erection this subconsciously felt so feminine to me as if i felt my masculinity leaving my body. And i slowly started bouncing on this the feeling of something stiff inside me was driving me nuts and I was moanig like wild nymphomaniac. I had never felt such pleasure in my entire life even with my girlfriends and with their so called best sex. Soon i spurted out streams of thick cum and that too without a hard cock without touching it. I shot 9 streams of cum on bed. I had never cummed this much ever. And while shooting all these cum streams my thighs and body were shaking on its own, i was tossing and grappling on bed as if i was having a seizure but oh god who knew i was experiencing my first prostrate orgasm.

I never dared to do that again alone but I genuinely wish someone mature or older help me clear my fog, my doubts and guide me with this. What i should be doing? I would really appreciate that just 📩 me directly.

Not sure if this is the right place for this but I have found a love for SPH. I love when someone puts me In my place. It makes me feel so good. I can't stop thinking about it. I just want someone who enjoys the other side of it. Someone who can make me feel that way all of the time. I want to explore it further and have someone make me their little toy.

So I'll have to type this quick cuz i gotta go out and im so hard rn, I'm so horny rn i need a cock so badly like a clean bwc and i wanna give it a fucking sloppy so bad, suck the balls and lick the whole cock before gagging on it. I met a guy online and went to his house once and we started stroking eachother watching porn and then he was laying down and i got down on him with my head down and ass in the air like a fucking slut, i sucked his cock so good, spit everywhere and spitting on his cock, sucking his balls. Made him record with my phone too, i sucked him soo fucking good, he didn't fuck me because my ass hole is hairy but my twink body and my ass is so fucking good, i want a cock so badly, i wanna be fucking like a slut. My skinny body wants a cock in it so deeppp. Im so close to cumming, I've never been this slutty like i wanna be fucking in a dark alleyway at night or public sex like i have so many kinks. I wanna get on my knees and slide down someones pjs and see that cock bounce on my face. i want a cock in me in doggy or pronebone so badly

I have this insatiable desire to be filled with cum….. I really really really wanna find a gay couple I can get real cool with hopefully with 2 verse guys or ( preferably) to sexy trans women so I can have one week of being free use

As anyone here ever been to a Gay bath house? What was your experience? This would be my first time and I want to enjoy it 😍

We met on grinder and he invited me over. We had a conversation about what he wanted before I arrived and I knew he was a dominant guy looking for a sub. When I arrived he was in the living room dressed in gray sweats and a hoodie. He told me to come over to the wall he was standing be and lean against it. He pulled my shirt off and the took off my pants. I stood there in my silk underwear ready for him. Worship me he said. I knew exactly what that meant. He wanted me to pay close attention to his amazing body that he had created. He undressed himself in front of me and I was shocked to see how strong he was. He laid Faced down on the floor where he had a blanket. I began touching him gently and kissing his muscles. I licked him on his legs and up to his ass. I spread him and began licking his asshole while I squeezed his muscles. He shifted his hips up just a bit so I could get my tongue in deeper. We laid there for about ten more minutes and then he told me to go take a shower.
After a couple minutes in the shower he joined me. I washed his amazing body all over and then went to my knees and licked and sucked his cock and balls. When he wanted me to move to a different position he would just grab me and move me. He was so strong I couldn’t have resisted If I wanted to.
He pulled me up and told me to dry off and go to the bed. I stood by the bed when he came in and spun me around. He pushed me over the side of the bed and pulled my ass towards him. I felt him put lube all over me and slid some on my ass with his fingers. Then he held my head down while his cock slid deep in me. I couldn’t believe how hard he fucked me. It was probably only ten minutes but it felt so good. He came in my ass and then cleaned up and laid in the bed. He told me to jerk off and cum on him. I came really fast all over his chest and abs. After I came he grabbed me and made me lick it clean off him and then kissed me.