Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Wood All Around (Part I)
Earlier this week I received a call from one of my regulars and he asked if I would meet him in a particular park in Lawrenceville, Georgia. I was intrigued because I often get tops that claim they would like to do it in a public or park venue but rarely do they ever follow through on their fantasy. I immediately jumped at the opportunity, mainly because I was going to be used; reason enough, but also because he was wanting to be a little edgy. This regular was a real man's man. He was into leather, bondage, and enjoyed seeing his toys in a bit of pain.
We haven't yet talked about pain and a true bottom, but we have covered the 11 commandments of a true bottom and the understanding that a top is in charge. It then becomes a given that the true bottom will submit to the desires of the top even if those desires include discomfort, pain, or torture. A true bottom submits when it gives his body over to the top. It is therefore very important for the true bottom to understand to whom he is giving control. The only time "no" is in the true bottom's vocabulary is before it agrees to be used by the top. It is it's responsibility to know what it is getting into. A true bottom always runs the risk of being abused and it gives itself over to that possibility each and every time it agrees to be used. With pain comes pleasure. Most people do not realize it, but the endorphins released in pain attenuate pleasure and make it more intense and pleasurable.
I agreed to meet the top in a particular area of this public park and after agreeing so he requested that I be completely nude, clothes in a plastic bag, and wearing my leather chest harness, wrist and ankle restraints, and spandex cocksucker's hood. My steel covered cock went immediately erect. It was the middle of the week, how bad can it be I asked myself. "What time should I be there?" I asked. "I will arrive and expect you to be ready at 5:30pm.", he said. Shit! 5:30pm is when everyone is getting off work and the park is full of people walking and running. I know the area he wanted me to meet him was rather secluded but there was no guarantee whatsoever that a visitor wasn't going to stumble into me there and with my hood on, I wouldn't be able to see anything except shadows of movement in the daylight. But I had already agreed, and as I hung up the phone I noticed that my cock was still rigid and straining against its prison of stainless steel. I knew this was going to be interesting, but I had no idea how this was going to unfold and whether or not I was going to have to call my Master to get me out of jail later that evening.
At 4:45pm I threw on a pair of short shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed my backpack containing my leather apparel and hood, and it was off to the park. During the fifteen minute drive to the park I was unsure of what to expect. Hopefully today was not a good day for people to be there and I could lower my apprehensions. I arrive shortly after 5:00pm and the parking lot nearest the activities building is completely full. There must have been 75 vehicles there. I proceeded to the lower lots that faced the baseball and soccer fields and they were better but not empty. A number of people were playing what looked to be a pickup game of softball. As I exited the vehicle with my backpack, short shorts and t-shirt, a few glancing stares as I began to stroll down the running/walking path into the woods next to the lake. I passed several people as the path looped around the west end of the lake and with each passing pedestrian I felt like all eyes were on me. I looked like a sissy faggot. Here I was on this paved trail with a backpack and in 3-1/2" shorts. Really? I thought, could I have not made a better choice of clothes that would have not drawn everyone's attention to me. For a bit I was feeling very self conscious even though I know I look hot in those shorts.
I head off the paved trail onto a thin winding and much less traveled trail into the woods just beyond the lake and by 5:20pm I am arriving at the area I was told to be. A root exposed fallen oak, about 4 meters in diameter lay across the trail - a victim of storms and the place I was precisely to lay my bag of clothes once I was ready. The temperature was moderate and as I stripped off my clothes I felt the sun warm my skin and bathe me in its light. Packing my clothes into my backpack I dawned the leather harness, wrist and ankle restraints, and pulled the tight cocksucker's hood over my head. On my knees by 5:28pm I began to prepare myself mentally to meet the needs of the man I was to be servicing. Two minutes passed and nothing. A few more and still nobody has arrived.
So the question arises for the true bottom as to when it is to give up on a top and go on. If people today were keepers of their word, even when running late, I would say that a bottom should wait indefinitely for the top. I have spent hours waiting on people that never showed up. It was disrespectful of them to do what they did, but I gave them the benefit of the doubt. In many cases, I will refuse to service a top at any point in the future if their routine is to no show. In this case, this was one of my regulars. He was not known for being tardy and out of respect for him and his needs, I decided it would be best to wait.
I do not know how much time passed. It felt like an hour but I'm sure it was more like thirty or so minutes when I heard what sounded like two people coming down the path. My heart was racing. They were talking to each other and I just knew this was not my regular and that I was about to be exposed. As they approached the fallen oak, I know at this point that they can see me, and the talking stops. I can make out only outlines without any details as two bodies approach in silence. I decide it is best not to speak but rather to wait and see what these two had in mind.
As the first approaches me directly, I hear a belt buckle being undone and a zippered fly open. Instinctively my mouth opens and I feel the soft member of this man as he inserts his semi hard cock into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he forces his manhood into my throat with each stroke making his cock harder, thicker, and longer. This was not my regular I thought. While this cock was long and somewhat thick, my regular's cock was very thick and shorter. I didn't know where the other person was, but I was enjoying being used to service this now completely hard cock that was being forced beyond my gag reflex into the far reaches of my throat.
Sucking and loving the experience I now felt the masculine hand of another on my back. He reached behind me and bound my hands and ankles together immobilizing me in this kneeling position. Within moments I felt something else on my back along with the hand. I couldn't say at the time what it was. It was brushed against me and down my back until it reached my buttocks and was removed. No words spoken, not a sound made, and with the next brush of whatever this was, the other man pulled it away and swung it in full motion against my upper buttocks with a crack as it hit my skin and warmed several places where it landed. My regular was here. He had always told me that one day he wanted to flog me and now, in this most public of places, he began the ever so familiar rhythm of flogging. I began sucking this new cock with vigor. When each crack of the flogger would land my caged cock would drip as I felt it leave my body.
The gentle hand that was once touching my back was now rubbing my throbbing hole with petroleum jelly which indicated that something was going to be introduced into my ass. I began to grind against the hand while continuing to pay close attention to the cock in my throat. Another brush, brush, brush, crack! My backside was warmed and I knew it was red from the effects of the flogging. The warmth melded with the slickness of the petroleum jelly between my buttocks as I moaned. The clasp connecting my hands to my ankles was released but my ankles were still connected as were my wrists. The flogging stopped as I felt something pushing on my sphincter trying to gain access to my ass and with little effort the lubrication allowed it inside me. I felt as this nice fat cock entered my hole and as it swung across my prostate I felt a glob of seminal fluid leave the head of my cock.
For the next few minutes both men were using me and pumping their cocks in an obscure rhythm into my body. A moment later, they stopped and removed their cocks from inside me. With some shuffling around I felt the thick cock enter my lips and that mild taste of petroleum jelly indicated they had switched positions and the longer cock was now probing deep inside me. I began to thrust against the cock in my ass begging him to fuck me even deeper as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. Within moments the cock in my mouth began to swell. I knew what was happening. It was the indication that we were near orgasm. We felt as is tool of man began to pulse, with each volley dumping a salty load of seamen into my throat. Grasping the back of my head, he pushed even further into my throat as the final volleys of his juice was released.
His cock remained in my mouth as the thrust into my ass continued with a new abandon. He allowed me the pleasure of sucking his manhood clean and draining every drop of juice. With a pat on the head I released his cock and he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down onto his sweat covered testicles. I licked and sucked them cleaning it as a dog would clean his own. With both of his low hanging balls in my mouth I felt as the man behind me released his initial volleys into my ass. Hungry for his sperm, my sphincter released allowing him to plunge deeper into the recesses of my body. When he finished unloading his jism he held his cock buried deep in my hole for the period it took for it to grow limp. In a natural motion my ass ejected his cock holding back his seamen inside to be part of me in the afterglow of service. Unhooking the clasps that bound my wrists and ankles they began to dress.
With the same silence and determination as they arrived, they were gone. Like a used cum rag I was left behind to decompress from the experience. Never a word was spoken during the entire event and since my hood was never removed, I can only assume my "regular" was one of the two that used me that day. As I removed my hood and went to reach for my backpack, it was gone! My clothes, my keys, and my wallet were all in that backpack! It was nearing 6:45pm as I wondered what I would need to do to get home.
I agreed to meet the top in a particular area of this public park and after agreeing so he requested that I be completely nude, clothes in a plastic bag, and wearing my leather chest harness, wrist and ankle restraints, and spandex cocksucker's hood. My steel covered cock went immediately erect. It was the middle of the week, how bad can it be I asked myself. "What time should I be there?" I asked. "I will arrive and expect you to be ready at 5:30pm.", he said. Shit! 5:30pm is when everyone is getting off work and the park is full of people walking and running. I know the area he wanted me to meet him was rather secluded but there was no guarantee whatsoever that a visitor wasn't going to stumble into me there and with my hood on, I wouldn't be able to see anything except shadows of movement in the daylight. But I had already agreed, and as I hung up the phone I noticed that my cock was still rigid and straining against its prison of stainless steel. I knew this was going to be interesting, but I had no idea how this was going to unfold and whether or not I was going to have to call my Master to get me out of jail later that evening.
At 4:45pm I threw on a pair of short shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed my backpack containing my leather apparel and hood, and it was off to the park. During the fifteen minute drive to the park I was unsure of what to expect. Hopefully today was not a good day for people to be there and I could lower my apprehensions. I arrive shortly after 5:00pm and the parking lot nearest the activities building is completely full. There must have been 75 vehicles there. I proceeded to the lower lots that faced the baseball and soccer fields and they were better but not empty. A number of people were playing what looked to be a pickup game of softball. As I exited the vehicle with my backpack, short shorts and t-shirt, a few glancing stares as I began to stroll down the running/walking path into the woods next to the lake. I passed several people as the path looped around the west end of the lake and with each passing pedestrian I felt like all eyes were on me. I looked like a sissy faggot. Here I was on this paved trail with a backpack and in 3-1/2" shorts. Really? I thought, could I have not made a better choice of clothes that would have not drawn everyone's attention to me. For a bit I was feeling very self conscious even though I know I look hot in those shorts.
I head off the paved trail onto a thin winding and much less traveled trail into the woods just beyond the lake and by 5:20pm I am arriving at the area I was told to be. A root exposed fallen oak, about 4 meters in diameter lay across the trail - a victim of storms and the place I was precisely to lay my bag of clothes once I was ready. The temperature was moderate and as I stripped off my clothes I felt the sun warm my skin and bathe me in its light. Packing my clothes into my backpack I dawned the leather harness, wrist and ankle restraints, and pulled the tight cocksucker's hood over my head. On my knees by 5:28pm I began to prepare myself mentally to meet the needs of the man I was to be servicing. Two minutes passed and nothing. A few more and still nobody has arrived.
So the question arises for the true bottom as to when it is to give up on a top and go on. If people today were keepers of their word, even when running late, I would say that a bottom should wait indefinitely for the top. I have spent hours waiting on people that never showed up. It was disrespectful of them to do what they did, but I gave them the benefit of the doubt. In many cases, I will refuse to service a top at any point in the future if their routine is to no show. In this case, this was one of my regulars. He was not known for being tardy and out of respect for him and his needs, I decided it would be best to wait.
I do not know how much time passed. It felt like an hour but I'm sure it was more like thirty or so minutes when I heard what sounded like two people coming down the path. My heart was racing. They were talking to each other and I just knew this was not my regular and that I was about to be exposed. As they approached the fallen oak, I know at this point that they can see me, and the talking stops. I can make out only outlines without any details as two bodies approach in silence. I decide it is best not to speak but rather to wait and see what these two had in mind.
As the first approaches me directly, I hear a belt buckle being undone and a zippered fly open. Instinctively my mouth opens and I feel the soft member of this man as he inserts his semi hard cock into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he forces his manhood into my throat with each stroke making his cock harder, thicker, and longer. This was not my regular I thought. While this cock was long and somewhat thick, my regular's cock was very thick and shorter. I didn't know where the other person was, but I was enjoying being used to service this now completely hard cock that was being forced beyond my gag reflex into the far reaches of my throat.
Sucking and loving the experience I now felt the masculine hand of another on my back. He reached behind me and bound my hands and ankles together immobilizing me in this kneeling position. Within moments I felt something else on my back along with the hand. I couldn't say at the time what it was. It was brushed against me and down my back until it reached my buttocks and was removed. No words spoken, not a sound made, and with the next brush of whatever this was, the other man pulled it away and swung it in full motion against my upper buttocks with a crack as it hit my skin and warmed several places where it landed. My regular was here. He had always told me that one day he wanted to flog me and now, in this most public of places, he began the ever so familiar rhythm of flogging. I began sucking this new cock with vigor. When each crack of the flogger would land my caged cock would drip as I felt it leave my body.
The gentle hand that was once touching my back was now rubbing my throbbing hole with petroleum jelly which indicated that something was going to be introduced into my ass. I began to grind against the hand while continuing to pay close attention to the cock in my throat. Another brush, brush, brush, crack! My backside was warmed and I knew it was red from the effects of the flogging. The warmth melded with the slickness of the petroleum jelly between my buttocks as I moaned. The clasp connecting my hands to my ankles was released but my ankles were still connected as were my wrists. The flogging stopped as I felt something pushing on my sphincter trying to gain access to my ass and with little effort the lubrication allowed it inside me. I felt as this nice fat cock entered my hole and as it swung across my prostate I felt a glob of seminal fluid leave the head of my cock.
For the next few minutes both men were using me and pumping their cocks in an obscure rhythm into my body. A moment later, they stopped and removed their cocks from inside me. With some shuffling around I felt the thick cock enter my lips and that mild taste of petroleum jelly indicated they had switched positions and the longer cock was now probing deep inside me. I began to thrust against the cock in my ass begging him to fuck me even deeper as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. Within moments the cock in my mouth began to swell. I knew what was happening. It was the indication that we were near orgasm. We felt as is tool of man began to pulse, with each volley dumping a salty load of seamen into my throat. Grasping the back of my head, he pushed even further into my throat as the final volleys of his juice was released.
His cock remained in my mouth as the thrust into my ass continued with a new abandon. He allowed me the pleasure of sucking his manhood clean and draining every drop of juice. With a pat on the head I released his cock and he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down onto his sweat covered testicles. I licked and sucked them cleaning it as a dog would clean his own. With both of his low hanging balls in my mouth I felt as the man behind me released his initial volleys into my ass. Hungry for his sperm, my sphincter released allowing him to plunge deeper into the recesses of my body. When he finished unloading his jism he held his cock buried deep in my hole for the period it took for it to grow limp. In a natural motion my ass ejected his cock holding back his seamen inside to be part of me in the afterglow of service. Unhooking the clasps that bound my wrists and ankles they began to dress.
With the same silence and determination as they arrived, they were gone. Like a used cum rag I was left behind to decompress from the experience. Never a word was spoken during the entire event and since my hood was never removed, I can only assume my "regular" was one of the two that used me that day. As I removed my hood and went to reach for my backpack, it was gone! My clothes, my keys, and my wallet were all in that backpack! It was nearing 6:45pm as I wondered what I would need to do to get home.
Friday, May 16, 2014
The 11 Commandments of a True Bottom
First my disclaimer. While I solemnly hold these commandments to be the expected role of a true and total bottom - I was not the one who coined them. I am reposting these written by Chris Reynolds from his Daddy Knows Best blog. I want to personally thank Chris for his contribution to the community and to the true definition of a total bottom.
Many people think they are a bottom but other than myself, I am unsure that I have really ever met a true total bottom that lives and breathes the aspirations of the following 11 commandments. It is difficult to follow these all the time and yet without them we are relegated to the mediocrity of the service providers of today.
Bottoming and being a total bottom are different. Anyone can bottom for another. The acceptance of another man's cock into your hole is very pleasurable as it rubs against the prostate gland (our male g-spot).
But to be a total bottom requires complete objectification. I've been preaching this mantra throughout my blog and it comes up again. A true bottom is in service. A true bottom's pleasure is in seeing the pleasure the top he services receives. It's not about its prostate gland. It's about being objectified and used by someone else mainly with the sole compensation to that being the receiving of that man's precious seed.
Bottoming and being a total bottom are different. Anyone can bottom for another. The acceptance of another man's cock into your hole is very pleasurable as it rubs against the prostate gland (our male g-spot).
But to be a total bottom requires complete objectification. I've been preaching this mantra throughout my blog and it comes up again. A true bottom is in service. A true bottom's pleasure is in seeing the pleasure the top he services receives. It's not about its prostate gland. It's about being objectified and used by someone else mainly with the sole compensation to that being the receiving of that man's precious seed.
The 11 Commandments of a True Bottom
- Always Be Prepared. It is my responsibility to know and what the top wants, be clean, be ready, and be available.
- Provide All Required Supplies. The top is not responsible for providing lube or poppers. A true bottom again anticipates and the top is there for his pleasure.
- Demand No Help To Open Up, Provide Any Assistance To Get The Top Hard. Being ready means that we are ready to take the girth and depth of the top's manhood and it should never be the responsibility of the top to manually get his cock hard. Our role is to be the mechanism and his is to derive the most pleasure possible.
- Cum Where, When, and How The Top Demands It. Honestly I do not believe that a true bottom should ever cum. In order to be ready to provide the very best service a true bottom will be pent up, horny, and willing at all times. However, if you are not that strong a believer in being prepared at all times for a top to use you, the very least is to let the top tell you when, where, and how, or not at all.
- Vocalize Pleasure, Not Pain, and Be Silent When Told. Many times tops want you to be completely quiet. They are focusing on their needs and your verbal tones may interrupt their focus. But if they want you to be vocal, they don't want to hear you whine in pain. Show them the respect of vocalizing the pleasure if they want that.
- The Top Controls The Pace and Roughness. We total bottoms are not engaged in servicing tops for our pleasure. The top dictates how he wants to fuck us and if we feel we must respond it is with a respectful "Yes Sir."
- Do Not Touch Yourself. Again, a true bottom knows this is not about him and touching himself is an attempt to derive a tactile personal pleasure and removes the bottom's focus from serving the top.
- Do As The Top Commands. A true bottom is a servant, an object for the use of the top in any way he sees fit. A true bottom will submit and do as he is commanded without reservation or hesitation in the service of his top.
- Anticipate The Top's Needs. Being a true servicing bottom you learn to read the signals your top gives you. Anticipate his needs and help him achieve the goals he desires. As a tool of his pleasure a true bottom will be vigilant to his top.
- If You Say You Want It, Expect It. Tops are not obligated to give a true bottom anything "it" wants. However, if the bottom begs the top to do something - the bottom should be mindful that if given it will be in a manner consistent with the way the top decides to deliver it and the bottom should be expecting it in full force and be thankful.
- It Is All About The Top. If I were to have written these commandments, I probably would have boiled it down to this one alone. As a true bottom I do not enter into the service of a top with any expectation other than to be used and objectified for that top's pleasure. For that period, where I have agreed to service him, he is my Master and his will is to be done.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Creating a Devil's Dick
Nothing is more intriguing to a cum slut than using massive amounts of male seed from a host of providers in frozen form shaped like a dildo and shoved up the slut's ass before another man or host of men fuck him. The urban definition of a frozen tube of sperm is a "devil's dick".
Condoms are a great tool for the collection and distribution of sperm to cum sluts - usually referred to as condom swapping. A real slut knows that a condom should never be used when he is servicing another male's needs.
I know that some sluts go to adult peep show places to collect the used condoms discarded and consume or insert their contents believing that seed should never be discarded or wasted.
What people don't realize is that the sperm of a man is a sacred juice. It is the essence of the breath of life. For women it is required for the fertilization of the egg. For cum sluts it provides an aura about us when our holes are filled with it. Male sperm should never be discarded as waste on the ground - it deserves a cock worshiping cum slut to take it into himself if for no other reason than the respect of the seed and the male that it came from. I am an avid believer that cum belongs inside me when I receive it from a host. If you are privileged to be offered the use of this slut - you should deliver your load as a prize and it will be accepted as the precious juice that drives us.
One of the challenges on Cum Temple is to form a devils dick and take pictures or film yourself taking that into your ass. Most people who do the devil's dick challenge capture their own sperm and store it. In my challenge, I have asked a number of people to masturbate for me and store their seed in a condom and freeze it. Part of the fun will be to take those used condoms, thaw them, empty their contents into a tube, and lick the condom clean of any residual sperm. The main load of sperm collected from each condom will be used to form the ultimate devil's dick or dicks. I am looking to collect between 100 and 125 condoms (i.e., loads) from a host of men who are willing to contribute to my cause. If the volume of sperm dictates the creation of more than one devil's dick, the better.
Once the devil's dick(s) are crafted, I have requested several of my thug tops to come over for a "use the slut" party which will be filmed and placed on this blog and other popular sties for people's viewing pleasure. The crux of the use of a devil's dick is to have the cum slut take the frozen sperm in his ass then after it has melted the tops use the slut for their pleasure adding their own seed to the already massive load in the slut's ass.
I have two gentlemen who have stepped up for the challenge of providing me with the much needed man juice to accomplish this feat, but I would like more, many more. I would much rather have 100 men providing one or two loads a peace than two men providing 50 to 70 loads each. If you are a alpha type male and would like to see the seed of your loin be used in this ultimate cum fuck film we are going to create, you can send me an email at slave.justin.richards@gmail.com or leave a comment here with a way to reach out to you. I look forward to hearing from all of my new readers.
I know that some sluts go to adult peep show places to collect the used condoms discarded and consume or insert their contents believing that seed should never be discarded or wasted.
What people don't realize is that the sperm of a man is a sacred juice. It is the essence of the breath of life. For women it is required for the fertilization of the egg. For cum sluts it provides an aura about us when our holes are filled with it. Male sperm should never be discarded as waste on the ground - it deserves a cock worshiping cum slut to take it into himself if for no other reason than the respect of the seed and the male that it came from. I am an avid believer that cum belongs inside me when I receive it from a host. If you are privileged to be offered the use of this slut - you should deliver your load as a prize and it will be accepted as the precious juice that drives us.
One of the challenges on Cum Temple is to form a devils dick and take pictures or film yourself taking that into your ass. Most people who do the devil's dick challenge capture their own sperm and store it. In my challenge, I have asked a number of people to masturbate for me and store their seed in a condom and freeze it. Part of the fun will be to take those used condoms, thaw them, empty their contents into a tube, and lick the condom clean of any residual sperm. The main load of sperm collected from each condom will be used to form the ultimate devil's dick or dicks. I am looking to collect between 100 and 125 condoms (i.e., loads) from a host of men who are willing to contribute to my cause. If the volume of sperm dictates the creation of more than one devil's dick, the better.
Once the devil's dick(s) are crafted, I have requested several of my thug tops to come over for a "use the slut" party which will be filmed and placed on this blog and other popular sties for people's viewing pleasure. The crux of the use of a devil's dick is to have the cum slut take the frozen sperm in his ass then after it has melted the tops use the slut for their pleasure adding their own seed to the already massive load in the slut's ass.
I have two gentlemen who have stepped up for the challenge of providing me with the much needed man juice to accomplish this feat, but I would like more, many more. I would much rather have 100 men providing one or two loads a peace than two men providing 50 to 70 loads each. If you are a alpha type male and would like to see the seed of your loin be used in this ultimate cum fuck film we are going to create, you can send me an email at slave.justin.richards@gmail.com or leave a comment here with a way to reach out to you. I look forward to hearing from all of my new readers.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
CumUnion Slut
Every once in a while a slut hits a bit of luck and ends up in a place, at a time, where it is complete nirvana, where nothing can go wrong, and the world has balance. Last month I went to a CumUnion party here in Atlanta. The party starts at 8:00 pm and runs until midnight.
I like this timeframe as it is something I and my body can handle and still go to work the next day. Many times you end up in a bathhouse and the real action where men are there to use a hole and get home doesn't occur until after 2:00 am when the bars wind down. I'm not old, but also no spring chicken and staying out until being bred sufficiently puts me getting into bed around 4:00 am. That's great if I want to completely waste the next day in bed and screw up my sleep schedule.
So this night I arrive at the party at 8:00 pm and find an unoccupied room with a single lounge chair. It is facing the doorway of the room - perfect for sticking my ass in the air to see who offers their cock and their eventual load to my hungry hole. I'm wearing a sexy pair of underwear that exposes my offered ass-et and with poppers loaded I wait and ready myself for the needs of another. Over the next few minutes men come by, walk in, rub their hand across my eager ass and move on.
A few more minutes go by and then I feel the hands of another, but this time I hear the distinct unbuckling of a belt and the sound of his pants landing around his ankles on the floor. I don't look back, but broaden my knees in the chair to make ready for his thrusts. I feel the head of his cock penetrate my sphincter as he slowly slides in and parks his very nice manhood as deep as he can and just waits a minute. I feel his girth expanding inside me and he pulls back as gently as he went in and begins a melodious rhythmic cycle of driving his cock with pleasure and determination into me. A few more gentle and determined strokes and I hear the sound of his phone's camera taking pictures. Assuming he's satisfied with his photography, he grabs my hips and begins a full series of gyrations and with each thrust probes my ass in different ways that extend my pleasure as well. This master of copulation has this bottom withering in the chair and with each stroke begging for yet another. What a fuck! Now, don't get me wrong, I love a good hard driving forceful fuck, what slut wouldn't? But this was a trip for the sake of the journey. This guy was good. After a few more minutes he stopped, pulled out, and tapped my ass in the traditional "thank you" manner. I turned around and sat in the chair to see this beautiful slim black man with about 9 inches of pure delight rigidly pointing at me. As good as he was, I had to offer him my mouth to clean the residual lube from his cock. He graciously accepted and I spent a few more minutes licking and sucking on his pole before he pulled his underwear and pants up and left the room.
Later in the evening I decided to walk around and explore the maze of rooms and hallways that made up this event facility as I had never been there before. It was about 10:00 pm and I passed this late-50s gentleman in the hall who had one heck of a nice body for his age. He had a beautiful chest covered in hair and I ran my hand through it saying "nice" in an inviting tone. He reached behind me and felt my ass and I immediately turned to provide him a better view and complete access. With not a word spoken he gently pushed on my shoulder to bend over a bit and I felt his member enter my cum soaked hole with ease. Right there, in the middle of the hallway, people passing by paying nearly no attention to what was going on in front of them, this man grabbed my waist and fucked me until he delivered his load on top of the ones already in my ass. "Ok, now that was hot.", I murmured. As I turned back to him he said, "Thank you. I need to head home because I have to go to work early in the morning, and I needed to make a donation before I left." I was extremely grateful for his use of my hole and particularly that he chose me to dump his seed into.
I remained another hour or so, until right before midnight. As best I could keep count, I had taken at least twelve cocks of different men, had only four of them deliver their precious seed inside me, and had sucked the seed out of one other. I think this was a personal best. I will have to strive to beat this record at each and every event in the future. A true slut's party, CumUnion was very good to me.
I like this timeframe as it is something I and my body can handle and still go to work the next day. Many times you end up in a bathhouse and the real action where men are there to use a hole and get home doesn't occur until after 2:00 am when the bars wind down. I'm not old, but also no spring chicken and staying out until being bred sufficiently puts me getting into bed around 4:00 am. That's great if I want to completely waste the next day in bed and screw up my sleep schedule.
So this night I arrive at the party at 8:00 pm and find an unoccupied room with a single lounge chair. It is facing the doorway of the room - perfect for sticking my ass in the air to see who offers their cock and their eventual load to my hungry hole. I'm wearing a sexy pair of underwear that exposes my offered ass-et and with poppers loaded I wait and ready myself for the needs of another. Over the next few minutes men come by, walk in, rub their hand across my eager ass and move on.
Later in the evening I decided to walk around and explore the maze of rooms and hallways that made up this event facility as I had never been there before. It was about 10:00 pm and I passed this late-50s gentleman in the hall who had one heck of a nice body for his age. He had a beautiful chest covered in hair and I ran my hand through it saying "nice" in an inviting tone. He reached behind me and felt my ass and I immediately turned to provide him a better view and complete access. With not a word spoken he gently pushed on my shoulder to bend over a bit and I felt his member enter my cum soaked hole with ease. Right there, in the middle of the hallway, people passing by paying nearly no attention to what was going on in front of them, this man grabbed my waist and fucked me until he delivered his load on top of the ones already in my ass. "Ok, now that was hot.", I murmured. As I turned back to him he said, "Thank you. I need to head home because I have to go to work early in the morning, and I needed to make a donation before I left." I was extremely grateful for his use of my hole and particularly that he chose me to dump his seed into.
I remained another hour or so, until right before midnight. As best I could keep count, I had taken at least twelve cocks of different men, had only four of them deliver their precious seed inside me, and had sucked the seed out of one other. I think this was a personal best. I will have to strive to beat this record at each and every event in the future. A true slut's party, CumUnion was very good to me.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Springtime is for sluts and whores
Yesterday turned from a several day streak of rain and thunderstorms into a bright sunny afternoon. I had been awakened by my phone telling me I had a message. It was from one of my regular black thugs and he was horny. The day was supposed to start off with me checking out this park area so that several of my regular thugs could tag team me, but he was in need now and a good slut knows he should never allow a man to go unserviced lest he find another slut to do the job for him. It was 7:40am and I was barely awake but I quickly responded that I be ready when he arrived in 20 minutes.
A run through the shower and it was hood on, poppers loaded, and on my knees in my usual spot in the house awaiting his arrival. Yes, I wear a hood for a great number of my regulars and one timers. Many are married, kids, family life, etcetera, and the hood gives them a good feeling of anonymity and it gives me a great feeling of being objectified in the sexual act. I want them to know it is about them and the hood really drives the point home. But I digress. In my kneeling position I prepare body and mind to do the thing I do best, worship cock and pleasure the man attached to it.
Within a few minutes he arrives. Without a single word he approaches, and I hear him unbuckle his belt, and drop his pants to the floor. He grabs the back of my head and steers it to his already hard waiting cock. This thug particularly loves the way I suck his cock and he spends a great deal of time each and every visit making sure he probes all parts of my mouth and throat. The ever constant taste of his sweet pre cum in my mouth and I know we are moments from him taking my ass. I know this thug, this twenty-something wants me for his sexual pleasure. There is nothing but his needs to be fulfilled. He pulls out and without a word walks behind as I turn my ass skyward in anticipation and acceptance of his manhood.
Today, as everyday, he starts off slow, making sure that there is sufficient lube on his cock and in my ass. He always expects that I be lubed as he is not big on foreplay, but he doesn't want his cock hurt by skin on skin. After sliding in, he is ready to drive. A nice slap on the ass indicates that I am to begin the rhythmic pumping along with him. Deep, strong, full length strokes is what he wants. In silence he gets a little faster and I know within a few minutes this experience will be over. The first words are spoken when I break the silence begging him to breed my hole with his sperm. With that his strokes become determined and direct, forceful, and demanding, I can feel the objectification the thoughts going through his mind about his own needs and the lack of consideration of my own. With ever so slight moans and body shaking his thrusts slow and his penetration goes as deep as he can go. He is breeding his slut, leaving his glorious seed inside me. His rhythmic motions stop with his manhood buried inside me. He is waiting. He wants his cock to grow soft and be expelled naturally from my cum filled hole so that as little as possible leaks out. Without a word, he puts on his clothes and exits. What a wonderful start to the day I thought. Barely 8:30am and I am already filled with another man's seed ready to take on the day.
I check my phone and there are three messages from another regular thug and a voice mail from a third. "What the fuck?", I think to myself as it is extremely rare that I hear from anyone before 10am in the morning. Most of these guys have been out the night before until God knows what time and usually are sleeping in. I respond to one who wants to use my throat and invite him to come right over. Why not, I'm ready and my motor is running, may as well make them cum when they are ready. The second is one of those that wanted to go into the park to fuck. This one I'd have to explain the situation and beg him to come over anyway and we'd explore together.
With nearly an immediate response from the first, he said he would arrive in 10 minutes so I went back to my position; hooded and on my knees awaiting his arrival. The other explained that he had to run home for a few minutes and would send me a text when he was on his way.
Ten minutes passed and then fifteen, I waited patiently once again preparing my mind and body to worship the cock that was to enter next. What's interesting about this one is he said he told his girlfriend about me. The fact that I am the owned property of another, locked in chastity, hooded and on my knees servicing men for their pleasure was very intriguing to his girlfriend. I don't know if he really did tell her, but I did invite him to bring her along sometime to watch while I serviced him if that was of interest. He hasn't done that as of yet.
The door opens and with no talking once again clothes are shed and my mouth is filled with yet another cock. This one I know is going to deliver it's precious load into my throat. This one is a very good cock to suck as it has a nice wide girth to it and it can go deep enough to go into the deep recesses of the throat. But my thug doesn't do any of the work. No thrusts, he just grabs the back of my head and directs how I should take his cock. Within a few minutes I can tell he is ready. Fully extended, he grabs the back of my head and gently pulls my head as deep as he can over his cock and I feel the back of my throat open to accept the head. Then the pulsing starts. His manhood delivers my reward. I can feel his cock pulse with every shot of sperm delivered. Five, six, seven times his member unloads the contents of his pent up testicles in my throat. He pulls out, puts on his clothes and leaves. About 5 minutes later a text comes over the phone, a single word, "Thanks!". I reply, "My pleasure."
The day is still young, nearing 10am and my throat and ass have had the contents of two thugs delivered. This is the way every slut should start their morning, no?
My third thug arrived and he and I do converse and talk about all sorts of things. We don't use a hood anymore. He is a very nice guy, married, with children, and has an insatiable sex drive. I do my very best to make sure it is as sated as possible, as any good slut would do. He has decided to help me fulfill my sluttiest needs and complete as many of the cum challenges on Cum Temple as possible. What's in it for him is that he gets to use my mouth and ass while I accomplish all these things, and also he knows that many of the cum challenges are multi-person events. He's very interested in watching this slut perform for him and others and I just think he likes to slide in my juicy hole after a load or two have been delivered there.
We get in my car and drive over to the park to scope it out. After a lap around the area we determine that this is simply too risky. I do love the risk of getting caught, but there are so many young children and I do not believe they should be exposed - certainly not at the age we were seeing them. I told him that I also found construction areas to be quite a good spot to have sex and even car sex was hot, he agreed. Driving into this one neighborhood on the way back home from the park we found an expanse of it where the lots were still for sale. No houses nearby, a secluded cul de sac, and I pulled the car over, got out, dumped all my clothes on the ground and began sucking his cock recently freed from his pants right there.
He was hard, he was horny, and he was ready. My stainless steel cock prison glistened in the bright sunlight as he got out of the car and bent me over the passenger's seat. I knew what was coming. He spit on his cock and slowly drove it into my ass. Within seconds he felt the previous load left behind that morning and how it lubed his cock so well that he began driving with a veracity I haven't seen from this man before. "Pictures" I said between plunges, "I need pictures to prove that we're completing this challenge", I continued. He took my phone and snapped four shots while pumping and then grabbed my waist and began fucking me hard and deep. The sun beating down on the top of my ass, his cock striving to plunge deeper into the recesses of my body and he began to let out this low groan as he unloaded the contents of his balls into my hungry hole. With slowing deliberate strokes he kept pushing his man seed into me. As his cock went limp he removed it and I stood there, in the sunlight, basking in the glory of being bred for a second time that morning. My hole felt wet with seed.
Springtime was here. Sunshine on my hole as it released a small amount of residual seed, a slut had taken their first outdoor load of 2014 with the hopes of hundreds more before the seasons turn cold again in the late fall.
A run through the shower and it was hood on, poppers loaded, and on my knees in my usual spot in the house awaiting his arrival. Yes, I wear a hood for a great number of my regulars and one timers. Many are married, kids, family life, etcetera, and the hood gives them a good feeling of anonymity and it gives me a great feeling of being objectified in the sexual act. I want them to know it is about them and the hood really drives the point home. But I digress. In my kneeling position I prepare body and mind to do the thing I do best, worship cock and pleasure the man attached to it.
Within a few minutes he arrives. Without a single word he approaches, and I hear him unbuckle his belt, and drop his pants to the floor. He grabs the back of my head and steers it to his already hard waiting cock. This thug particularly loves the way I suck his cock and he spends a great deal of time each and every visit making sure he probes all parts of my mouth and throat. The ever constant taste of his sweet pre cum in my mouth and I know we are moments from him taking my ass. I know this thug, this twenty-something wants me for his sexual pleasure. There is nothing but his needs to be fulfilled. He pulls out and without a word walks behind as I turn my ass skyward in anticipation and acceptance of his manhood.
I check my phone and there are three messages from another regular thug and a voice mail from a third. "What the fuck?", I think to myself as it is extremely rare that I hear from anyone before 10am in the morning. Most of these guys have been out the night before until God knows what time and usually are sleeping in. I respond to one who wants to use my throat and invite him to come right over. Why not, I'm ready and my motor is running, may as well make them cum when they are ready. The second is one of those that wanted to go into the park to fuck. This one I'd have to explain the situation and beg him to come over anyway and we'd explore together.
With nearly an immediate response from the first, he said he would arrive in 10 minutes so I went back to my position; hooded and on my knees awaiting his arrival. The other explained that he had to run home for a few minutes and would send me a text when he was on his way.
Ten minutes passed and then fifteen, I waited patiently once again preparing my mind and body to worship the cock that was to enter next. What's interesting about this one is he said he told his girlfriend about me. The fact that I am the owned property of another, locked in chastity, hooded and on my knees servicing men for their pleasure was very intriguing to his girlfriend. I don't know if he really did tell her, but I did invite him to bring her along sometime to watch while I serviced him if that was of interest. He hasn't done that as of yet.
The door opens and with no talking once again clothes are shed and my mouth is filled with yet another cock. This one I know is going to deliver it's precious load into my throat. This one is a very good cock to suck as it has a nice wide girth to it and it can go deep enough to go into the deep recesses of the throat. But my thug doesn't do any of the work. No thrusts, he just grabs the back of my head and directs how I should take his cock. Within a few minutes I can tell he is ready. Fully extended, he grabs the back of my head and gently pulls my head as deep as he can over his cock and I feel the back of my throat open to accept the head. Then the pulsing starts. His manhood delivers my reward. I can feel his cock pulse with every shot of sperm delivered. Five, six, seven times his member unloads the contents of his pent up testicles in my throat. He pulls out, puts on his clothes and leaves. About 5 minutes later a text comes over the phone, a single word, "Thanks!". I reply, "My pleasure."
The day is still young, nearing 10am and my throat and ass have had the contents of two thugs delivered. This is the way every slut should start their morning, no?
My third thug arrived and he and I do converse and talk about all sorts of things. We don't use a hood anymore. He is a very nice guy, married, with children, and has an insatiable sex drive. I do my very best to make sure it is as sated as possible, as any good slut would do. He has decided to help me fulfill my sluttiest needs and complete as many of the cum challenges on Cum Temple as possible. What's in it for him is that he gets to use my mouth and ass while I accomplish all these things, and also he knows that many of the cum challenges are multi-person events. He's very interested in watching this slut perform for him and others and I just think he likes to slide in my juicy hole after a load or two have been delivered there.
We get in my car and drive over to the park to scope it out. After a lap around the area we determine that this is simply too risky. I do love the risk of getting caught, but there are so many young children and I do not believe they should be exposed - certainly not at the age we were seeing them. I told him that I also found construction areas to be quite a good spot to have sex and even car sex was hot, he agreed. Driving into this one neighborhood on the way back home from the park we found an expanse of it where the lots were still for sale. No houses nearby, a secluded cul de sac, and I pulled the car over, got out, dumped all my clothes on the ground and began sucking his cock recently freed from his pants right there.
Springtime was here. Sunshine on my hole as it released a small amount of residual seed, a slut had taken their first outdoor load of 2014 with the hopes of hundreds more before the seasons turn cold again in the late fall.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Introduction
Hello followers! Welcome to my life blog. My name is Justin Richards and I am a gay, male slut. I would like to start out by clearing that up namely because it is true. I love sex with men, and I have had so many men that it would be nearly impossible to estimate how many. I've had skinny, fat, young, old, black, latino, asian, white, and God only knows what other races are mixed in there.
I consider myself married to a great man. He is my life partner, my dominant sexually. I am very happily married. We have a great life, wonderful sex, enjoy travel and numerous other life events and I seek nothing else besides my partner for love.
But my sexual sluttiness is about sex and the enjoyment of men's bodies and genitalia. About providing pleasure, deriving pleasure and pain, to reach a euphoric plateau of pleasure. My partner is my lover, the one I share all of life with, and my key holder.
Oh, did I forget to say, I am a gay, chaste, male slut? Well it's true. The penis attached to my body is used for pissing only. My sexual satisfaction and gratification comes exclusively from using my mouth and ass to please others. If you are looking to suck my cock you'd better have one hell of a good dental plan as it is sheathed in a 1/4" stainless steel tube with a 00-gage lock through my prince albert piercing for good measure. If you want to be fucked - well, after looking at it, nobody has ventured to that request yet.
So, why am I a slut? I'm very gratified by sex. Realizing that my orgasms are going to be denied, at least in the traditional methods, makes my desire for sex nearly insatiable. I want it now, I want it later, I want it period. I want to be used for the pleasure of others. I want to be objectified, used as a one would use any sex toy - with complete disregard to my own pleasure forsaking it for their own.
My favorite men - dominant black thugs. I shiver whenever a dominant black thug walks into the room and demands my attention. Whether in a public place or the bedroom, I am lured to the dark skin of their body - that beautiful silky dark black or chocolate brown surrounding the curves of their chest, abs, arms and buttocks. The way they take up space. The focus they have toward sex and the aura of command they exude. Whether they are gay or straight, they command my attention and they get it. What's interesting is that I can tell the difference between a black top or versatile and bottom. They are as different as night and day. While not so true in the other race camps, black alpha tops stake their claim clearly and deftly in a room. They don't fuck around and they are decisive.
I do like other men without care of their ethnicity. I believe all of us have some form of beauty in our culture and I have been taken by all types. Men are my candy, and I like candy!
So welcome to the first installment of my blog. My Introduction. While I haven't given you a lot to go on yet, I think as we move through the adventures you may find something that interests you. I welcome your email comments, questions, and even your requests to use me for your sexual pleasure. My email address is slave.justin.richards@gmail.com.
Please enjoy.
I consider myself married to a great man. He is my life partner, my dominant sexually. I am very happily married. We have a great life, wonderful sex, enjoy travel and numerous other life events and I seek nothing else besides my partner for love.
But my sexual sluttiness is about sex and the enjoyment of men's bodies and genitalia. About providing pleasure, deriving pleasure and pain, to reach a euphoric plateau of pleasure. My partner is my lover, the one I share all of life with, and my key holder.
So, why am I a slut? I'm very gratified by sex. Realizing that my orgasms are going to be denied, at least in the traditional methods, makes my desire for sex nearly insatiable. I want it now, I want it later, I want it period. I want to be used for the pleasure of others. I want to be objectified, used as a one would use any sex toy - with complete disregard to my own pleasure forsaking it for their own.
I do like other men without care of their ethnicity. I believe all of us have some form of beauty in our culture and I have been taken by all types. Men are my candy, and I like candy!
So welcome to the first installment of my blog. My Introduction. While I haven't given you a lot to go on yet, I think as we move through the adventures you may find something that interests you. I welcome your email comments, questions, and even your requests to use me for your sexual pleasure. My email address is slave.justin.richards@gmail.com.
Please enjoy.
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